After resting a while, we decide to take a shower, which gives me a chance to leisurely explore her exquisite body. I soap her breasts, teasing her black nipples to tautness while she expertly washes my cock and balls. When I lather soap over her sharply trimmed triangle, she arches her back and I glide my finger across her swollen pussy lips.
“Mmmm,” she moans. “You could wear a girl out.” She smiles as my finger penetrates her slick opening and she grinds against my hand. Pushing my tongue in her mouth, I kiss her fervently while squeezing her fleshy ass cheek with my other hand. Digging my fingers hard into her ass cheek to hold her still, I jackhammer my finger into her pussy while she whimpers into my mouth.
“We could wear each other out,” I answer, breaking the kiss and turning her around to face the wall. Without any prompting, she bends forward and I align my solid cock with her welcoming pussy, jamming it into her in one powerful thrust.
“Oh yeah! Fuck me hard!” she cries out as I grip her hips and forcefully pound into her burning pussy. She braces her hands against the tile wall as I batter her fiery cunt, slamming my pubic bone against her ass cheeks on each forward plunge. Her tits are swinging violently against her chest from our savage rhythm and at this pace, neither of us is going to last very long.
“Oh God!” she cries. “I’m cumming again!” Her clenched pussy spasming around my cock incites my release and I shove it deep inside of her as I jerkily deposit my built up load.
We finally make it out of the shower and towel each other off. As I’m kneeling down to dry her legs, my face is just inches from her severely trimmed pubic hair.
“So, is there a story behind this?” I ask, nodding towards her designer bush.
“Do you like it? It’s the latest thing, pubic hair art. The woman at my salon wanted to cut a heart in the center of it but I thought that would be too much.”
“How long have you had it like this?” I ask, lightly combing my fingers through her tight curls.
“About a week. I did it as kind of a last ditch effort to reignite my marriage,” she sighs.
“Did your husband like it?” I ask, returning to toweling off her legs.
“He hasn’t seen it,” she says matter-of-factly. “He comes to bed late and gets up early,” she adds after seeing my shocked expression.
“Barbara,” I say, standing in front of her. “I don’t know what this Stephanie person is like but your husband is a fucking idiot if he thinks there is someone out there better than you.”
“Thanks, Mike. You’re sweet,” she says, pulling me into a tight hug. Her body is so damn perfect and I can’t resist caressing her firm ass cheeks as I relish the crush of her breasts against my chest.
“I had a wonderful day,” she says, pecking me on the lips before pulling away and starting to pick up her discarded clothing. “We really made a mess, didn’t we?” she laughs as she follows the trail of garments into my bedroom. “I don’t suppose we’re going to do this again are we?” she asks quietly as she pulls on her thong and I watch her wiggle her ass to get it set just right between her cheeks.
“Probably not,” I admit. “Not that I wouldn’t want to,” I add quickly. “But if I somehow manage to get Jasmine back then I won’t be available.” I’m putting on my boxers and my jeans as we talk.
“I’m glad you feel that way,” she sighs. “I’ll tell Jasmine to call you.”
“Thanks, Barbara,” I brush a lose hair from her forehead. “I’ll figure this out for both of us.”
“I know you will, Mike,” she smiles. “But if it doesn’t work out, I wouldn’t mind doing this again sometime.” She gives my cock a quick squeeze through my jeans for emphasis.
“Me either,” I answer honestly. Fuck! Between the kissing and the sighing, this is one very passionate woman. Neither Shelly nor Cyn kissed with the fervent abandon of Barbara’s onslaught. I pull her into another embrace, pushing my tongue back into her mouth as I squeeze her firm ass cheeks and get lost in the dance between our tongues. We’re both panting by the time we break the kiss and stare into each other’s eyes for several seconds before she turns away and straightens her skirt.
“Good luck, Mike,” she says as she makes a hurried exit.
I quickly pull on my shirt and grab my car keys. I’ve got some reconnoitering to do. I drive to the address Barbara gave me and check out the house I’ll be breaking into. It’s a small two-story in a well-maintained neighborhood with two cars per house and a bunch of kids riding bikes in the street. I thought peeking through the window was a long shot anyway but with a two-story house it’s impossible. I’ve got a Plan B but it’ll have to wait until tomorrow because I have to work tonight.
As soon as I get to work I check my schedule and then ask Amber to cover my next two Thursday night shifts. She agrees as long as I’ll take her Saturday shifts. No problem.
Most of the next day is spent on Internet searches and phone calls to computer geeks at school. By mid-afternoon I have a list of what I’ll need as well as a possible source. I’m heading to check out the source when my cell phone rings with Jasmine’s ringtone.
I sit down on my sofa and take a deep breath before I answer.
“Hello.”
“Hi Mike.” Jasmine’s voice is soft and tentative.
“Hi sweetie,” I answer, fighting back the threat of tears.
“Barbara insisted I call you but I’m not sure this is a good idea,” Jasmine says quickly, trying desperately to keep any emotion out of her voice.
“You’re not seeing me because your aunt is blackmailing you, right?” I barge ahead without waiting for an answer. “Well, I may have found a way to neutralize her blackmail.”
“You can make Aunt Cyn take back her threat?” she asks excitedly.
“Yes but it involves blackmailing the blackmailer and I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about that,” I tell her.
“What could you blackmail Aunt Cyn with?”