Her Mystery Lover

It was a warm night. The heavy rain hammering on her window did little to cool it. She didn't know if that's what had woken her. But the warmth and the sound of the rain soon made going back to sleep impossible. Natalie kicked off the covers, lying naked on her back, spread across the bed. There was no breeze from the open window, just the hiss of a downpour outside.

Unable to get comfortable, Nat rolled onto her side. Checking the time on her bedside clock as she did so. 3.24am, what do you do with yourself when you are wide awake at 3am? Her legs slid from the bed, counterbalancing her body, which rose to a seated position. She grabbed a scrunchy from the bedside table and gathered the waves of dark auburn hair that covered her shoulders. Holding her hair high on the back of her head, she used the scrunchy to fasten her ponytail in place.

"Pfff," Nat sighed, letting out a long, slow breath noisily as she deflated slightly. Then she got to her feet, opened the wardrobe door, and put on a short, thin, cotton dressing gown. Wrapping the garment around her and pulling it tight under her ample bosom. Before tying a loose knot in the belt as she left the room.

Out on the landing, she noticed her son's bedroom door was open. He had been out in town with his friends. So she guessed he must be home now, and probably drunk. As she got closer, she could hear him breathing. She peeped inside and found him sprawled face down on the bed. In just his boxer shorts, he was snoring softly. She pulled a sheet over him and left the room, closing the door behind her as she went.

Natalie made her way quietly downstairs. Her little bare feet made no noise on the carpeted stairs. The hallway was flooded with orange light. Coming through the front door from the street outside. The living room was darker; the curtains were partially closed. But a narrow beam of orange light fell across the floor. She passed soundlessly through the room, making her way to the kitchen at the back of the house.

The cold tile floor felt nice on her hot, bare feet. Nat knew she wanted a drink, but wasn't sure what to have. Tea, maybe, Coffee, no, not if she wanted to sleep. Warm milk, perhaps, in the end, she just filled a glass with water. Drank half of it, then topped it up again before heading back to bed.

As she turned to leave the room, Nat saw a large pair of shoes on the floor and some clothes hanging over the backs of her dining chairs. She moved closer, lifting a pair of trousers. They were soaking wet and dripping onto her kitchen floor. She chuckled to herself, applauding her son's effort at drying his clothes. But she wasn't about to clean up after him; he was old enough to sort that himself.

Back in the living room, Natalie got the sudden feeling that something wasn't right. She stopped and surveyed the room. Everything seemed fine, the chair in the bay window. The large sofa was in the middle of the room, facing the TV with its back to the cabinets lining the staircase wall. But there, hanging over the arm of the sofa, was a single, large foot.

Natalie crept closer and peered over the high back, down onto the cushions below. Lying across them was what seemed to be a naked young man. He lay on his back, his long, dark, wavy hair covering the cushion on which his head rested. One arm hung off the sofa to the side, the other partially covered his face.

A blanket of some sort had been draped over him, but mostly removed as he slept. So now it covered him only from his hips to his knees. He had a toned, muscular build. A covering of dark hair stained his upper chest. Narrowing to a line as it led down over the contours of his firm tummy. But disappeared before reaching his deep, dark belly button.

The line then reappeared again, broadening suddenly just as it disappeared under the blanket. One long leg led straight to the foot hanging off the sofa. The other leg, like his arm, was off the side of the cushions, hidden somewhere under the blanket.

Nat gazed down at his body. His skin was a dark golden brown, or was that just the light? She didn't recognise him. The arm over his face didn't help, but he also had a bit of a beard. She couldn't think of any of her son's friends who had a beard.

It took quite some time for Nat to realise she had been watching him too long. His long, deep breaths made his chest and tummy rise and fall. Each time he breathed out, a small cave appeared where his sinking tummy dropped away from the blanket. She was transfixed by the curves of his muscular body, highlighted by the angular orange light. And she found herself fighting the urge to touch him.

"What the fuck are you doing, Nat?" The voice in her head screamed. "Get your arse back up those stairs right now." But she couldn't move; she stared down at him. Her eyes roamed over his magnificent body. From the broad hand on the end of the ripped arm over his face. Down by the dark-haired armpit, over the defined pecs with their soft downy covering. Lingering a little on that stomach before staring longingly at that little cave that kept appearing and disappearing.

At last, she forced herself to move. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, as if she was about to leave the room. But her desire suddenly overpowered her mind and took control. Her hand reached out, moving slowly toward the stranger. She watched in horror as her own fingers stretched out to touch him. But her arm was not long enough; she would need to bend over the back of the sofa. Her hand came to rest on the cushions above him.

Nat's eyes darted back and forth, from his hidden face to the blanket cave. Checking constantly for any sign he would wake. She felt the butterflies in her stomach become an urgent pulsing between her thighs. Her breath became short as she panted softly. The pounding of her racing heart filled her ears.

"Fuck Nat, please don't, please don't do it." She begged herself now. But the begging was just the next step on a path she had often followed when she was a teenager. A path that leads to morning regrets and uncomfortable truths.

"Just one quick peek," her inner demon countered, "he'll never know." She raised herself on her tiptoes. Her soft belly enveloped the back of the sofa. Her large, soft breasts spilling over it and straining at her dressing gown. Her arm stretched out, her fingers at full length. Her fingertips brushed against the blanket. She reached a little further, pinching the cover between her fore and index fingers.

Her heart stopped, and Nat held her breath as she lifted the blanket slowly and carefully. She moved her fingers upwards and to one side. Easing the cover from his hips. More and more dark hair came into view until at last. The golden brown glow of his skin appeared in the middle of that dark forest. She kept pulling the blanket, getting tighter and tighter as more of his thick member was revealed. Suddenly, the cover pulled tight and slipped from her fingers.

She stared down at the base of his thick cock, nestled in the dark curls. The blanket covering the rest of him was caught underneath him. With an overwhelming sense of disappointment, Nat realised she could go no further. She heard herself sigh as she reluctantly withdrew her hand. Then she turned her head, dragging her lustful eyes from the stranger's groin.

"Aah," Nat let out an involuntary squeak of fright. Realising to her utter shame and embarrassment. That the young man's arm had moved. It now lay on the cushion above his head, and he lay back, watching her with deep, dark, now very open, eyes. She froze on the spot. Unable to move but for her heaving, panting breast and her trembling hands. The pair of them just stared at each other in silence, for what felt like an age.

Natalie gazed into his dark eyes. A look of absolute terror on her face. His expression didn't seem to have changed. Either he was actually still asleep? Or he was the coolest naked young man she had ever seen. She fought for something to say that would make sense of the situation. But failed, what could there possibly be after all?

His arms moved suddenly, and Natalie flinched. He slowed his movement so that he didn't alarm her. The young man's hands moved down toward the blanket. His thumbs slipped underneath it as his hips lifted slightly. The blanket eased down, released at last, and with raised hips. The stranger's big, fat cock slid along his thigh and came to rest over his hip.

Natalie stared down at him, open-mouthed, as his arms slowly returned and took position behind his head.

She gazed at his thick member, watching as it pulsed and moved over his body. Getting larger and larger all the time. It moved from his hip to his tummy. The skin grew more taut over the shaft as it grew. Thick veins bulged from it as they pumped more and more life into him. The skin stretched back, revealing a large, plump head, and his cock became more and more erect. Until it lay, thick and heavy, over his belly button.

Natalie wrenched her eyes from his cock, and looked at the stranger's face. He was watching her, a look of satisfaction and pride on his face. Yes, he had a magnificent cock. Yes, Nat wanted more than anything to touch it, stroke it, suck it, and feel it inside her. And finally, yes, he knew it.

"Fuck," she exhaled in a whisper. Resigned to her fate and not caring at all that it fed his ego. Natalie submitted to her desire and reached for his cock. Leaning over the back of the sofa once more. Her arm outstretched, her little fingers wrapped delicately around the girth of his shaft, and lifted the heavy member. She felt him pulse in her hand as she held him upright and began to stroke him.

"Aaah," the stranger sighed and arched his back. Closing his eyes and getting comfortable. Nat just watched his cock. It was so big that she could have held it with two hands. So thick that her fingertips came nowhere near meeting her thumb as she held it. The skin was so tight now that she was having trouble stroking the length of him. The ridge of his fully inflated head stopped her hand from moving up over that sensitive gland.

Natalie released his cock, it hung in the air over his tummy, pulsing occasionally. Without even realising she was doing it, she made her way around her own sofa. She deposited her glass of water on a side table as she went. Then she quickly dropped to her knees next to the stranger and took hold of his cock once again. Holding him upright as she leaned closer and slid her soft, wet lips down over the stranger's full, pulsing cock head.

"fffss," the young man hissed with a sharp intake of breath as her mouth slid down over him. She began sucking and stroking his cock. Slowly at first, like she was trying to savour the moment. But pretty quickly, that idea left her, and she just started sucking and sucking on that big, hard cock like some little cum hungry slut.

"HHmm, hmmff, mhmm." Nat whimpered as she sucked the stranger's cock. Her excitement overpowered her. With his cock still in her mouth, she wriggled her way around his outstretched leg so that she was between his thighs. Sucking his cock as she massaged his large, heavy sack. Then stroked his thick, wet length as she kissed and licked his balls.

"Uuugh, urn, uuurrh." The young man grunted as she pleasured him. Encouraged by the sounds of his enjoyment, Nat went further, forcing her throat to accept his girth. Choking on him and covering his magnificent manhood with her spit. She could tell he was almost there. He moaned and squirmed beneath her as she pleasured him.

Suddenly, he pushed her away. Sitting upright on the edge of the sofa as his huge, wet cock glistened, twitched, and pulsed before her. He was panting as well now. Fighting his need to ejaculate as he controlled his climax. Natalie watched him from the carpet where she knelt. A moment later, the stranger reached out and took her hand. He pulled her up onto her feet and maneuvered her between his thighs.

He was so tall that even though she stood before him, he hardly had to look up at all to stare deep into her wanting eyes. His fingers eased the little knot in her robe apart. Then his hands slipped inside the folds, opening her robe to reveal the soft, pale curves of her body within. Her large, heavy breasts hung low above her little pot belly. Meeting the curve of her thick thighs with a small triangle of curly red hair.

His hand gripped her breast, his powerful fingers sinking deep into the soft, pale globe and lifting the nipple to his mouth. His other hand slid around under her robe to her bottom and grabbed a big handful of her cheek. Squeezing it and kneading it as he devoured her breast.

"Aah," Natalie whimpered softly, watching as the young stranger enjoyed her body. His hands and mouth roamed over her soft, pale skin, groping, squeezing, pinching, kissing, and licking as they went. His hand slipped from her breast and moved down over her belly. Then his fingers pushed between her thighs and over the delicate folds of her pussy.

She was soaking wet, and Natalie knew she would be; she could feel it between her slippery thighs. The young man looked up at her, a naughty little grin on his lips. Nat felt her face grow hot as she blushed. Her poor little pussy was soaking wet and longing for his cock. She whimpered and wriggled on his hand as he moved his fingers over those moist lips. Then, all too easily, he pushed two of them inside.

"Ugh," Natalie gasped, her knees suddenly buckling as he started to massage her clit with the heel of his hand and as his fingers moved in and out of her wet cunt. She moved her feet apart, opening her legs for him. Her hips moved in little circles as she fucked herself on his hand. His mouth found her big, hard, tingling nipple again and sucked on it hard before nibbling slightly.

"Aah, aah, ooh." Natalie whimpered softly as she felt her climax start to build. She wriggled on his hand as his mouth devoured her breasts. She felt her robe being pushed from her shoulders, and it fell to the floor around her feet. She stood naked before a total stranger in her own living room.

His powerful arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer. His face was buried between her voluptuous breasts. His hand was still wedged between her hot thighs. His fingers still pushed up inside her, and her clit was still throbbing against his palm. Her passion overtook her; she had to have him inside her, now.

With a strong push on his shoulders, Natalie shoved the young man into an almost reclined position. His shoulders against the back of the sofa and his bottom on the edge of the cushions. Moving quickly, she knelt over him, reached down, and held his long, hard girth upright. Then she impaled herself on him. His weapon spread her soft pink labia, stretching the walls of her wet vagina and plunging deep inside her needy little cunt.

"Aaaarrghh fuck," Natalie gasped, the feel of her body accepting him, or anyone for that matter, after such a long time was indescribable. She felt tingling shivers run all through her trembling body. His length quickly pushed into her cervix as she wriggled down onto him, making her gasp out loud again. She was vaguely aware he was moaning, grunting, and swearing along with her. But in truth, she was conscious of just one thing. His magnificent cock inside her.

She started to ride his cock like a woman possessed. Her arms out, holding onto the back of the sofa as she rose up and sank down on him. Again and again, harder and faster. Nat's large pendulous breasts were swinging back and forth, keeping time with her and occasionally slapping the young stranger in the face. He didn't mind at all; he just lay back and watched the MILF use his cock.

It didn't take long; she was overdue for a proper orgasm by about three years. The pent-up passion and desire broke loose in the most mind-numbing climax Nat could have imagined. She forced herself down onto him and wriggled her hips to grind her clit against his groin. He felt her excitement and thrust upward, impaling her even more. The whole of her soft, womanly body quivered in his arms. Nat leaned forward, buried her face in the cushions by his head, and screamed as her orgasm gripped her.

Her whole body tensed and clamped down onto him as she came. Her head was swimming, her knuckles white as they gripped the sofa. Natalie twitched and jolted on him as little fireworks of pleasure ricocheted through her. Slowly and inevitably, her orgasm eased. At last, she was able to breathe again, and she lifted herself, panting and somewhat embarrassed, crying. To look the stranger in the eye.

"Are you ok?" he asked. Those were the first words either of them had said to each other. Natalie nodded in reply, trying to muster a little smile for him as she panted and trembled, still impaled on his cock. She wasn't done with him yet, though. Her passion had been dragged from its slumber and was now well and truly in control. She leaned forward, her mouth against his ear, and whispered.

"I want you to fuck me, as hard as you can." Then she leaned back, lifted herself off his soaking wet cock, and took up position on her knees beside him. The young man was quickly on his feet, and as he moved behind her, Nat leaned forward, gripped the sofa, arched her back, and offered herself to him. In a heartbeat, he had her hips in his hands and his long, thick cock buried deep in her wet cunt.

"Aaahh fuck, ooh oooh god, oohh yeah." Nat moaned as he started to fuck her. All of his powerful muscular frame rocking backwards and forwards as he drove his length into her again and again. His hips slapping on her big, soft cheeks. Her labia stretched taught around his girth, dragged glistening rivers of her wet sex along the veiny shaft.

"Mmm, mm, mm," Natalie began moaning. A low constant guttural moan punctuated by a higher note as his length filled her, and the occasional gasping intake of breath. The young man's pace and vigor increased along with his excitement. He reached forward and took a big handful of her hair. Pulling on her ponytail, he wrenched her head back so she was nodding in time with his thrusts.

Gasping and panting as she moaned, Nat was struggling to keep hold of the sofa. The powerful young stud pulled on her and thrust into her so hard that her grip on the plump cushions was loosening all the time. Until at last the cushion slipped from her tired fingers. Another powerful thrust, and she fell forward. Sliding down the back of the sofa and to one side until she landed face-first on the seat cushion.

He didn't let go; he just leaned his weight over her as she fell. Pressing himself deep inside her and placing his free hand between her shoulder blades as he moved with her. With her knees buried in the seat cushion, her big pale ass high in the air. Her chest pushed down into the sofa by his hand on her back. Natalie's poor little pink cunt was totally exposed, vulnerable, and available.

He started to fuck her like a pneumatic drill. His fat, heavy balls slammed into her clit. His toned hips slapping against her cheeks. His thick, veiny shaft slurped in and out of her little wet cunt. She whimpered and moaned beneath him. Her mind a blur, she hadn't been fucked like this since before she was married.

Suddenly she felt she was much wetter. His shaft slid more smoothly in and out as he took her. She heard him groaning and swearing, and felt a wetness on her hot inner thighs. Nat realised with delight that he was cumming. Jet after jet of his potent young seed gushing into her womb. He didn't so much as slow his pace. Pumping her full of his semen and pummeling her flooded fuck hole relentlessly.

"Ooh god, oohh fuck, fuck, yes, oooh yes." Natalie screamed, the seat cushion thankfully muffling her cries. Her second orgasm gripped her suddenly, squeezing the life out of her as her soft body tensed. She struggled for breath. Her curves quivered as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed out through her body from her throbbing cunt. Gasping and panting for breath, the young man fell forward on top of her, and they collapsed in a breathless, wet, sweaty pile on her sofa.