As Ben walked down the hall to the base of the stairs Lily entered the front door and froze at the sight of Ben’s and Trish’s naked… parts. Ben moved his pants in front of himself and blushed at the young woman’s shocked expression. He turned to hustle up the stairs and Trish squeaked when she saw Lily standing there staring at them.
“What are you doing home so early!” Trish called out.
“The prof called in sick so the lecture was cancelled,” Lily called out as they disappeared down the hall.
Ben headed directly for Trish’s bedroom and pulled the door closed behind them. He walked into the bathroom and set Trish down on her feet. She gently pummeled his chest as she playfully scowled at his deeply blushing face.
“Lily got a good look did she?” she quipped as she kicked off her pants and panties.
He nodded with a frown. Trish pulled his shirt up and off and dropped it on the counter on top of his pants. Ben helped her off with her own top and followed her into the shower. She got the spray going on the surround heads.
“Ben, I haven’t told you enough how much I love this shower!” she purred as the hot water massaged her skin.
He grinned and worked the soapy lather over her body.
“God! I love your hands on my body more,” Trish sighed.
“That’s good because I love touching you,” he said, voice rumbling with his need.
Trish’s eyes flashed up to his as she heard his desire. Her smile got just a little wider as she turned to face him and tilted her face up to accept his kiss.
Ben brushed her soft lips with his and felt her tremble in reaction. He sucked her lush lower lip between his and caressed it with the tip of his tongue. Trish gasped and thrust her tongue into his mouth as her arms went around his neck. He grabbed her ass with his hands and lifted her up against his chest causing her to squeak into his mouth. His cock was already hard as iron and rested against his stomach squeezed between their bodies. She moaned feeling the heat from him pressing against her clit. Trish pulled back from the kiss to look into his eyes, her own need consuming her.
“Ben! Fuck me!”
He lifted her slowly, dragging her clit up his cock, feeling her twitch and shake until he was positioned with the fat head being kissed by the puffy lips of her dripping pussy. She struggled to force herself down on him but he held her ass in his iron grip and gently bobbed her on the tip.
“You’re such a fucking TEASE! FUCK ME!” she growled.
Ben slowly lowered Trish over his cock, loving how her inner walls caressed his flesh and how they trembled as they squeezed him tight. He took his time while she desperately tried to rush the process. Finally his cock was fully inside her and he pulled her tight against him, rocking against her clit.
Trish’s legs jolted as her pleasure spiked and she cried out.
“Motherfucker! Oh geezus that feels so good!” she moaned and gasped.
He began a slow withdrawal but this time he kept her tight against his body to maintain the pressure on her clit as she rose up.
“OH SHIT! OH SHIT! MOTHERF- OH GOD!” Bolts of pleasure were stabbing through her and she couldn’t think straight. She felt like she was approaching her release but it just wouldn’t tip over the edge.
When the tip of his cock was once again being kissed by her pussy lips he surprised her by slamming her down on his cock. Her release was immediate and intense. She gurgled incoherently as wave after wave of almost violent bliss screamed through her nerves.
Then he began to lift and drop her on his cock which still had the rigidity of an iron rod.
Trish was unable to speak. Nor could she participate in the movements as her muscle tone was lost in her body’s explosive release.
Ten more strokes and Ben’s orgasm crested. He held the panting woman against his chest and rode the waves of his pleasure until they ebbed and calmed.
Trish rested her cheek against his shoulder and shivered gently as his softening cock slipped free of her.
“Oh fuck… that… was almost… too much,” she sighed as she tried to catch her breath.
“I’ve managed to satisfy the insatiable?” Ben chuckled.
“Mmmm… don’t get cocky. HAHaha- Ohhhhh!” Trish’s laughter turned into a moan as her body protested her jolting by sending sharp spikes of sensation through her sensitive bits.
Ben rinsed them both off under the spray then turned the water off. He set Trish on her feet and held her until her legs would support her. Then they dried off.
“I have to apologize to Lily,” Ben said with a frown.
“I’m sure she wasn’t too upset to see your big cock swinging free,” Trish grinned.
“I shouldn’t have been walking around in your house without my pants on,” he grumbled. “What if your son had come home early? It was damn irresponsible of me!”
Trish reached up and took his face between her hands.
“Ben! Stop being so hard on yourself! We were just having a little fun. No one got hurt! Relax,” she finished with a smile.
He nodded then kissed her palms.
“No! No more… tonight! You are too damn sexy and you’ll get me all fired up again!” Trish protested as she pulled her hands away from Ben.
He grinned and put his clothes back on. Trish walked out into her bedroom and slipped her robe on. She looked back at Ben with a pout. “So, I’m not going to have you all to myself during the day anymore.”
“Not for a little while at least. There is a lot of work that needs to be done on the Walker place. That doesn’t mean I can’t stop by occasionally to enjoy that awesome new hot tub I installed,” Ben responded with a smile. That got a grin from the red head.
They went downstairs and back into the kitchen where Lily was sitting doing her homework. The remaining groceries had been put away as well.
“Lily, I am so sorry you had to see that. I wasn’t thinking and I got a little carried away…” Ben said contritely.
“It’s OK, Mr. Shepherd.” Lily was the only neighbor who continued to call him that no matter how much he protested.
“No, I promise to be more careful in the future.”
“We have company again in the court. Thought you should know,” Lily said, changing to a more comfortable subject.
Ben rolled his eyes. “Someone we know or someone new.”
“I haven’t seen this car before. Sporty little red coupe. I think there’s a woman inside based on what I could see of her rather large hair. She’s parked outside of your place.”
Ben sighed and nodded to the young woman. Likely another reporter. He’d refused each and every request for an interview and he’d been called by guest coordinators from all of the major night talk shows and morning news shows. Unfortunately his silence didn’t have the effect he’d hoped for. As there was a definite lull in titillating gossip and rumor at the moment the media was keeping the story alive of the ‘mysterious hero’. He’d been photographed and videoed while going about his business and almost came to blows with a news camera crew who blocked his car in a parking lot of a renovation supply store. Luckily the customer parked in front of him left allowing Ben to drive forward and away from the reporters.
He needed to talk to someone about it as he was quickly losing his patience with their invasive behavior.
Ben picked up his tool box and with a final kiss for Trish at her front door he pulled on his jacket and headed out to walk home. Sure enough there was the red sports car. As he got closer the driver’s side door opened and a long shapely leg stepped out followed by its twin. The woman getting out of the car was tall and curvy and wore a stylish red jacket over a crisp white blouse showing a daring amount of cleavage, and a tight black pencil skirt. Lily was spot on with her observation of the woman’s hair. It was a rather large hairdo but not unattractive. It certainly drew the eyes up to her face. She walked up to him on the sidewalk. Dark chocolate color skin, lovely brown eyes, deep red lipstick on full lips which were smiling now, revealing her brilliant white teeth with just a slight part between her front teeth.
“Mr. Shepherd? I’m Naomi Klassen, Culture Couture Critic.”
Ben set his tool box down and shook her offered hand. He noticed the softness of her skin, the firmness of her grip, the expensive manicure, and the sizeable wedding rings on her left hand. Her outfit was designer and her car was a classic so there was some serious money invested here.
“How can I help you?” he said hesitantly, glancing at his home which was only steps away.
“I think the question is how we might help each other. You’ve been the center of attention for quite a few weeks. Based on your continued reluctance to speak to the media I can only assume you’d prefer to be left alone. I apologize for seeming to be one more intrusion in your life,” she said calmly and smoothly. She had a very soothing voice but Ben’s nerves kept him on high alert. It was no surprise to him that he was reluctant to just blow past her as just another nosy reporter. Here facing him was his Achilles heel and maybe the media had finally caught on to that fact.
“Seeming to be. How will your pitch be different?” he asked.