After they had an amazing morning at the motel, Rachel and James agreed to have a night together at James’ house—the first one. They decided that they wanted to see each other more and have a real relationship, and they were so excited. He told her he was off duty for the night and that he’d make her dinner. He told her to come hungry, bring an overnight bag, and show up at 6pm. She got dressed that evening and began to wonder what James’ home was going to be like. She grew damp between her thighs at the idea of her toes outstretching in his sheets, brushing against his legs, waking in his arms in his home.
He had text her the address as well as detailed directions to get there—she never needed to ask for him to take care of her because he just did. She pulled up to his home, grabbed her small overnight bag and got out of her car. She couldn’t see the porch from the end of the driveway and the anticipation built as she walked up the long, winding concrete drive up to James’ two story cottage-style home. When she reached the top she saw two people standing at the door, one male and one female. The male looked to be close to her own age and the female wasn’t far off, maybe a few years younger. She smiled from afar and continued up to the door and stepped up the bottom step of the porch. “Hi,” she said, raising her palm to the two, who had started laughing a moment before she approached. “Hey,” the male said. “We’re not trying to be rude,” he chuckled with the female quietly before he continued again, “we were just making the joke that you’re my Dad’s girlfriend coming up to the house and that when he answers he’ll have an earring,” the male put his hand on his thigh and let out a loud laugh. “We’re his kids, we like to tease him he’s having a mid-life crisis.” Just as he was finishing his sentence, James pulled open the door and looked at his kids and then spotted Rachel two steps below them further on the porch. Her face was white, her eyes wide. She realized who she was on the porch with and without them knowing, she grew weary of them and the situation.
“Aaron, Amy,” he said, glancing to Rachel seemingly every other moment. “I didn’t know you were coming by?” He raised his hand up and waved slightly, locking eyes with Rachel. “Hello, Rachel,” he said, motioning her up the steps to him. She awkwardly stepped between his kids and into his entryway. She turned to look at his kids, who looked both shocked as well as mortified. She looked at Aaron then quickly over at Amy, and they both seemed to realize that Rachel was, in fact, their father’s lover. A girl close to their own age. “Aaron, Amy, this is my girlfriend Rachel. We’ve been together for a few months.” Together. The word sounded so nice when he said it, Rachel thought. James referring to the two of them as “together” still sent shivers down to her panties. She couldn’t believe the hunky cop wanted her, the mousy waitress in the small town.
“Very nice to meet you Rachel and we’re sorry about..” Aaron trailed off before motioning over his shoulder to the porch behind them. “Anyway, Dad, we were actually just wanting to get the projector, we’re doing a movie night with some friends and thought the projector in the barn might be cool. Mom said you have it.” Rachel didn’t know much about his kids but that one was in college and another had just graduated. They looked like him in their faces and the mention of their mother suddenly made Rachel feel very self-conscious and out of place. “It’s in the garage. Let’s grab it,” he said, motioning to the garage. Aaron trailed after him and Rachel was left standing in James house with Amy standing a few steps outside of it. “Do you think you’re going to get money from my Dad?” she asked, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. Rachel knew that Amy felt angry, taken off-guard and uncomfortable. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I wish we hadn’t met like this.” Amy stared at Rachel a moment before replying, “or at all.” And as Rachel felt a piece of her stomach flutter, James returned with Aaron, who had the projector tucked under his arm. “Nice meeting you,” he smiled at Rachel before grabbing his sister by the arm and heading down the driveway.
James was pouring Rachel a glass of wine over at the kitchen table, where they both sat. “I’m sorry that happened tonight.” James finally spoke. She gave him a crooked half smile, not wanting to force a full smile for fear of breaking into tears. She was scared that his kids disapproving of the two of them would weigh heavy on his mind, and possibly his heart, too. “No biggie,” she managed to choke out. She held his face and pulled it to hers over the table, kissing him so slowly and so deeply that she momentarily forgot her sadness. The taste of his mouth and the feeling of his intimacy had her mind in a complete blur of euphoria. He pulled away from the kiss and set their wine glasses on the kitchen counter top. He picked Rachel up out of her chair and set her onto the table and he stood in front of her. She immediately reached for his belt buckle but he pushed her hand away, and fell to his knees between her legs, in the kitchen.
She felt his fingertips graze her hips as he pulled her panties off of her, and tossed them aside. He quietly kissed her inner thighs before gently pressing his lips to her clit. His hands worked their way down her inner thighs and gently pushed them open. She didn’t think she could look down and see James going down on her without instantly orgasming so instead she closed her eyes. She felt his tongue swim small, comfortable circles around her clit while the tip of his pointer finger gently traced out her lips. She could feel beads of sweat form on her brow, her breasts heaved gently against the sound of herself moaning as James went down on her. Every thing he did was exactly what she wanted, sometimes Rachel didn’t know how he got to be so good but she loved it. After just a few minutes her orgasm grew nearer and nearer. He could read her body language and as it got closer, he laid her back on the table, pulled his belt off and slowly pushed his thick, throbbing dick inside of her swollen, soaking hole. Her pussy throbbed on his dick as he gently pushed himself all of the way inside. She lifted her head off the table and buried it into James’ neck, dug her heels into his back and arched her own as she began to come, her dripping pussy hugging and releasing his loaded cock.
He felt this beautiful younger woman nestle her face into him and felt her pussy get soaking wet for him. He couldn’t believe his life. The moment he felt her full C-cup breasts push up against him while he rammed her, he knew he was going to explode. Without saying anything, but knowing his body language, Rachel moved her lips to James’ ear and whispered “fill me up Daddy.” And with that, he unloaded a massive load into her tight, gorgeous body. After he was done, he pulled out of her and stood up, and she sat up on her elbows on the table. “Thank you,” she said, sitting all of the way up and straightening out her dress. “What for?” James asked, putting his belt back on. Just watching her adjusting her clothes in his house made his dick pulse. “Inviting me to your house and just, everything,” she said, shyly looking away from him. She imagined the Officer James who strolled into the diner and chatted with everyone, he was so handsome and made her so curious. And she had just been fucked by him on his kitchen table. The thought made her weak in the knees, so she sat at the table.
“My son told me what happened on the porch,” James said, sitting in the dining chair and scooting up next to her. “You have to know you’re not a mid-life crisis. You’re…” he trailed off and looked around the large, clean kitchen. “I’m alive again because of you,” he said, grabbing her hand in his and holding it to his chest. “That night I found you in the orchard… it’s changed my life.” Rachel was scared to ask him but needed to know: “If you hadn’t found me in the orchard that night, would you have ever asked me out at the diner?” she only glanced up briefly, scared to see the answer in his eyes. “Rachel the days where I came into that diner on shift and you weren’t there.. those were the worst days. I didn’t think a young woman would be interested in an old, divorced cop so I figured I’d skip the embarrassment of asking you out and just admire you from afar. That’s what I thought my life would be like… just admiring the things I wanted from afar.” He shifted in his seat, leaning back against the white dining room chair. His home looked like a page from Pottery Barn—clean, white cupboards and sparkling granite. “You’re not old,” she scooted up to him and pushed her knees between his. “Your kids,” she started, but James didn’t let her finish. He leaned it and kissed her on the lips, quick but passionately. “They don’t understand.. life or love. They’ve never had love or heartache. A connection,” he said, kissing her again, this time longer.
He stood up and so did she, and they hugged. His strong arms wrapped completely around her waist made her feel safe, special, and very horny. She could feel his excitement grow against her. She thought the older that men got that the harder it was for them to get hard… but James didn’t seem to have any problems in that department. She reached behind her and unzipped her dress and let it fall to her feet. He stepped back and looked at her naked breasts in the dim kitchen light. Her wavy brown hair danced across her chest and her blue eyes twinkled looking back at him. He picked her up and carried her down the hallway off the kitchen until he reached the very last room at the end of the hall. It was completely dark and she felt herself be laid onto a bed. She wanted to see his room, she wanted to see every inch of his home and see him in it, but in the moment all she could think about was pleasing James.
She could hear him undressing in the dark and because she had left her glasses on the kitchen counter top, she really couldn’t see anything in the dark room. She slid her panties off and could feel him slide up onto the bed next to her. His cologne wafted up to her face, the smell was intoxicating and her nipples grew hard. It gave her an idea.
“Lie on your back,” she whispered to him. She got between his legs and kneeled down and gently drug her tongue up his throbbing balls. He moaned and even squirmed a little. She pressed her hands between his thighs and put one of his balls into her mouth and rolled her tongue around it gently. He was breathing harder now. She switched back from gently sucking his balls with her mouth and tongue to slowly dragging the tip of her tongue up and down the length of his taint. James was well-groomed and clean, his body smooth and he gave himself to her completely when it came to sex. She reached up and wrapped her hand around his shaft, which was now rock-hard and when she ran her finger over the head of his cock she felt the precum slowly leaking out. She leaned over him and put his massive dick between her c-cups and squeezed her tits around him. She began to move herself up and down on his cock. She didn’t know if he was watching her titty-fuck him but her hair covered most of her face as she slowly bounced up and down on him. His own precum worked as lube and she felt him grow harder, she let out a gentle moan which sent him over the edge. Right as he was about to start cumming she pulled back and directed his cock into her mouth. Shot after shot of warm cum filled her mouth as James’ body shook on the bed. Once the last drop of cum was milked from his beautiful dick she swallowed the massive load and crawled up onto the bed next to him.
“What you just did,” he said, somewhat out of breath, “no one has ever..” he shook his head. “My ex-wife never did anything like that. She’s the only one I’ve ever been with, until you.” Somehow this made James even sexier and Rachel felt the wetness in her thighs grow more intense. “I want to do everything to you and with you,” Rachel said, nestling into James’ nook. James wrapped his arm around her, in disbelief that Rachel had just done what she had done. His ex wife had never even blown him, much less sucked his balls or ate his seed. And Rachel did it with a passion, and that made him crazy for her. “There’s so much more I want to do with you. That I want to do FOR you,” Rachel said, settling into his nook. James thought he felt himself starting to get hard again, at the thought of what Rachel would do to him.
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