Mirror Images in Willow Lake

Addy awoke to find herself curled underneath the faded quilt on the day bed. Somewhat groggy but feeling fully refreshed, she sat up and surveyed the scene from last night. Everything appeared just as it had when she first climbed the stairs looking for somewhere to store her suitcase. She wondered if last night was nothing more than a dream. It was far too real to have just been a dream, albeit a torrid one. She stretched her arms wide and took a deep breath. The burden of running a company no longer hung over her so not knowing the time made no difference. Taking her time and easing into the day in any way she pleased was the new normal.

As she surveyed the attic once more, she noticed the chest on the opposite end of the room was still open, but the contents had been neatly returned to their rightful place.

Oh, Addy! Did you really think you'd act like THAT? You have more self control and although you like pleasure, you'd never talk like that, let alone crave such depravity.

The mirror caught Addy's attention out of the corner of her eye while walking toward the stairs. She paused briefly to admire herself once more. Her full breasts seemed to be extra perky today and her round ass leading to her fit legs looked somehow even sexier than last night. The running and work in the gym over the years had clearly paid off. For the first time in a long time, turning fifty in a few months didn't seem so bad. So much so, the pending milestones' arrival brought a new sense of excitement and anticipation. Whatever happened in the deep recesses of her mind last night had a profound effect. She felt sexy, free, and in full control. The black lace body suit neatly folded next to the mirror with the enormous black dildo sitting on top may also have had something to do with it. As did that wonderful mirror!

She looked deeply into her own green eyes, then let them drift over the curves of her body, lingering on the memory of how she'd looked impaled on that thick black cock. Another twinge sparked between her thighs.

"I guess it wasn't a dream after all, was it, Addy?" she asked herself, her voice low.

She answered herself aloud without hesitation, her tone proud and indulgent.

"Nope. You really did fuck yourself like a hungry little slut."

As much as Addy wanted to stay in the attic and explore the many treasures hiding in the chest, it has only been a day since her arrival and provisions were scarce. She managed to find the coffee maker, and there were a dozen eggs and a few tomatoes and peppers in the refrigerator.

Did Andreas leave these here? If so, that was quite nice of him. Good looking and thoughtful. What a combination!

A few minutes later, a small breakfast omelette and a steaming cup of coffee were ready. She usually liked a bit of cream and sugar, but over the past few months had started taking it black. Maybe that was a small sign of something inside her trying to work its way out.

After breakfast, Addy rinsed her plate and decided there was no better way to settle into her new life than a long run along the lake. She hurried upstairs to change, pulling on a pair of tight-fitting black running shorts and a slate-gray sports bra that hugged her curves in all the right places. A cute but effective choice she thought with a small smile.

She laced her shoes and grabbed the earbuds laying nearby. There were miles of paths winding around the water, and she intended to explore every last one. The entry in the local half marathon coincided with closing on the house. It was a small promise to herself that this wasn't just starting over, it was moving forward.

With that thought, Addy stepped out into the bright late morning air, the breeze off the lake cool against her bare shoulders, and started to run.

An easy rhythm followed, her feet taking steady strides as she made her way around the first curve toward the lake. A few blocks away she passed a tidy gray bungalow with white trim and a deep front porch shaded by an old elm tree. A for-sale sign stood in the yard, the word SOLD fixed proudly across the top. She slowed just enough to read the sign and felt an immediate surge of adrenaline. For sale by Eleanor Lawson.

Ellie!

Until that moment, Addy had only known Ellie's calm, warm, reassuring voice, and the occasional text message sent late at night when her nerves about the move got the better of her. She'd never seen Ellie in person and hadn't realized the bungalow she mentioned buying in passing was so close. Although, given the size of the town, it wasn't surprising.

The sign included a professional headshot of Ellie. She was older than Addy had imagined but still striking. White hair fell in a sleek bob around soft, intelligent features, and her pale blue eyes seemed to look straight through the camera. The simple blazer and white blouse fit perfectly with everything else Addy had pictured. Polished and dependable, the kind of woman who knew every house in town by heart.

Addy stared for another breath, then turned back to the sidewalk and picked up her pace. She felt strangely reassured to know Ellie Lawson was real and living just around the corner.

On the way back, Addy slowed as Ellie's bungalow came back into view. This time, there was someone standing near the front walk, a tall, slender man in a gray T-shirt and short shorts, his bare calves and thighs almost shining in the late morning sun. He held a hose in one hand watering the flowers that bordered the porch steps.

Even from a distance, there was something quietly magnetic about him. The long thin lines of a fit older body, his golden brown tan, the way he shifted his weight, the dark salt and pepper hair. She could imagine how his voice might sound, low and warm, the way he'd look over the top of reading glasses if you said something that amused him.

A tingle rose up her neck before she could stop it.

Ned! That has to be Ned, Ellie's husband!

For a moment, she was twenty again, sitting across from her economics professor in a little office, her heart beating too fast as he explained the finer points of cost-benefit analysis. She'd been half in love with that man for a semester and would have slept with him in a heartbeat if she'd ever been bold enough to make the first move.

She quickly looked away before anyone noticed the staring, feeling her pulse surge as she picked up her pace and started around the curve toward home.

By the time Addy circled back to her driveway, the sun was higher in the sky and temperature was quickly warming. She walked straight through the house, kicked off her shoes by the kitchen door, and climbed the stairs to change. There was a long pause in deciding on a swimsuit option. A turquoise colored bikini made the most sense. It covered the scar low on her abdomen, but the way it hugged her hips and framed the curve of her breasts felt more revealing than she'd remembered. A quick review in the mirror followed, her pulse still a little quick from the run, before heading outside.

The water provided a perfect bright and blue invitation. Addy dipped a toe in and felt a shiver from the cold water. The sound of the back gate swinging open took her mind off the timid entry into the pool.

Andreas stepped through with a coil of garden hose slung over his shoulder. His dark hair was damp, curling at the edges, and his T-shirt clung to the lines of his chest. For a moment, he just stood there, his eyes sweeping over her sexy body. He quickly regained his composure and looked toward the roses he was about to water.

Addy felt her cheeks warm, though she didn't mind the way he was trying, and failing, not to stare.

"Morning!" she called, in a light and cheerful voice.

"Good morning!" he echoed, quickly glancing over at her again before suddenly looking down. "You, uh...settling in okay?"

"Trying to," she said, as she waded deeper, the water slowly sliding up her thighs. The first rush of water tightened her breathing, sending a shiver through her hips and right to her pussy. Addy let it linger for a moment before continuing. "I was wondering..." her voice dipping a little softer. "Are you free later today? I could use a hand moving a few things from the attic down to the living room."

"Sure," he said quickly, a little too quickly. "Anytime you need."

She watched the way he tracked the water now slowly covering over her skin.

"Thank you," she said, letting her smile linger just a little longer than necessary. "I'm hoping I'll actually get some writing done if I rearrange up there. That space has...too many distractions and is in need of a cleaning."

Andreas cleared his throat and nodded, his eyes meeting hers for an instant before darting away again.

"Yeah," he said unassumingly. "Just let me know when."

Addy dipped beneath the surface, even till disappearing quietly. Letting herself drift momentarily, feeling the tightness in her shoulders loosen as the coolness wrapped around her.

Her hair dropped behind her in a wide dark fan when she reemerged slowly. Addy arched her back and gently wiped water from her face. Andreas's eyes dropped to her chest, the wet fabric clinging tight to the shape of her breasts.

Addy smiled, feeling a flicker of boldness and recklessness spark to life between her legs.

"You can come back in about an hour," she said, smooth and unhurried. "I'd like to cool down a little and maybe get some sun before we start schlepping boxes."

He took a big gulp. "Yeah," he replied, not quite looking her in the eyes. "Sounds good! I'll wrap up out front and see you then."

She didn't take eyes off him as he turned to leave, admiring his firm ass, strong legs, and broad back. Her heartbeat was steadily increasing. As the gate clicked shut behind him, she dipped back under the water, feeling much more relaxed.

As Addy stretched out in the lounge chair, the sun warming every inch of her skin, her phone buzzed on the small side table. She picked it up and squinted at the screen, blinking the light sleep from her eyes.

Ellie Lawson:

Hi Addy! I just wanted to say Ned noticed you running by this morning. He said you looked like you were totally in your element. We'd love to meet up with you later this week and show you around town a bit once you're settled. No rush at all, just wanted you to know you're already part of the neighborhood.

And in Ned's words, you made quite an impression. Haha!

Addy's lips formed a slow smile, feeling a heat that had nothing to do with the sun. There was something in the phrasing that lingered in her mind for more than a moment. It was warm and polite with a subtle innuendo she couldn't quite place but also didn't want to ignore.

She set the phone down and closed her eyes again. It was time to turn over so she didn't burn. Before long, she was half asleep again, lulled by the warm sun and gently rustling trees.

The clank of the back gate snapped her awake. She pushed herself upright, her heart thumping as her body adjusted to suddenly being awake as Andreas stepped into view. His hair was damp, his shirt somehow fresh, but the way he paused when he saw her caused her to take a heavy, lustful breath.

"Sorry," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Didn't mean to wake you."

"No," she said quietly, reaching for her cover-up draped over the chair as she glanced down at the nearby phone to check the time. "Perfect timing, actually."

She slipped on the cover-up slowly. The fabric was long and black and semi see through, cut with a dramatic slit up one side that looked more suited to an evening gown than a poolside cover-up. The deep V neckline revealed a generous sweep of her skin. Addy was thoroughly enjoying the extra long looks he continued to try to hide.

"Ready to tackle the attic?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said, clearing his throat. "Whenever you are."

She walked ahead, letting her hips sway just a little more than necessary, knowing full well Andreas was watching the way the slit in her cover-up shifted to reveal the curve of her ass. Some part of her was already wondering how long she could pretend it was all accidental.

They worked in silence for a while, carrying the chest, mirror, and a few other items down the attic stairs and into the living room. Andreas lifted each piece as though it weighed nothing, his forearms flexing under the strain, his face full of quiet concentration. Addy was no slouch either. Her slim frame strained more than his, but was more than able to do her part.

When they sat the mirror against the wall, he took a step back to study it. The gilded frame glowed dully in the light, its carved edges curling around the glass.

"This is gorgeous," he said, brushing a speck of dust from the edge. "You don't see craftsmanship like this anymore."

He noticed the chest perched on the large circular coffee table. The table itself looked more like a small padded bed than a piece of furniture as it was covered in pale burgundy fabric with silver trim. It suited the rest of the house perfectly.

"What about this?" he asked, nodding toward the chest. "Some kind of antique trunk?"

Addy smirked, feeling a little tingle move through her body.

"Just a collection of...curiosities," she said, her voice soft. "Nothing you need to worry about."

His eyes met hers, wondering why she deflected.

Addy took a step closer, feeling the energy between them. Her fingers brushed lightly along the inside of his tattooed forearm.

"You know," she said softly, tilting her head just enough that her hair slipped over her shoulder, "I would've guessed a man like you has a significant other of some kind. A wife? A girlfriend? Maybe a boyfriend, if that's your thing? Someone who'd be crazy to let you out of their sight."

Andreas cleared his throat before replying. "No, there isn't anyone right now."

"No one?" she repeated, looking at his lips before returning to his eyes.

He shook his head. "Work keeps me busy. The houses, the gardens. This place alone is a handful. I've always been...somewhat married to my work."

Her hand slid higher, resting lightly against his chest, feeling the steady beating of his heart.

"That's a shame," she said, her voice dipping to something softer and more dangerous. "A man like you shouldn't be alone all the time."

For a moment neither of them moved, the air between them was fully combustible. Then Addy lifted her chin and pressed closer, her hand gliding over his chest. She felt the hard lines of muscle beneath his shirt and the slight dampness where sweat had started to darken the fabric along his chest.

Without looking away from his eyes she hooked her fingers in the hem of his shirt and tugged it upward. He hesitated, just for a moment, then lifted his arms to let her pull it over his head.

The sight took her breath away.

Black ink covered his skin in intricate patterns. They wrapped across his chest and shoulders before turning down over the muscles along his back. Her palms followed the patterns on his chest, tracing his muscles as if she were memorizing them by touch alone. He smelled incredible, even after the work they'd done and the other work outside this morning. She inhaled deeply, taking in the mix of cologne, grass, and something woodsy she couldn't place. The scent was absolutely intoxicating. The same urged she had last night started building deep inside once again.

"You smell...God, you smell so fucking good," she whispered, voice trembling but confident.

Andreas swallowed hard. "Addy..."

She didn't let him finish. She kissed him hard, tasting the faint salty sweat on his lips. A low groan followed, his hands sliding to her hips, and then to her ass, pulling her flush against him and squeezing hard with his strong rough hands.

The kiss deepened as their tongues moved together with a fevered pace. She felt his cock pressing into her through the fabric of his shorts, it was grinding against her belly as he braced one hand on the mirror's frame behind her.

Her skin shined brightly in the light, the deep V of her cover-up gaping open to reveal the turquoise bikini beneath. Andreas's tattooed arms were wrapped around her now and his mouth began moving along her neck. She turned them slowly so she could grab a quick look in the mirror as he ran his hands over her. She cooed loudly at the images reflecting back to her. Her body was giving into the desires once more. She looked desperate. Gorgeous. Unapologetic.

She felt her nipples tightening as if the mirror itself had a hold on her.

"You have no idea how long it's been since I wanted something this badly," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear as she pressed against him.

"And what is it you want so badly?" he asked.

"You, your sexy body...and that rock hard cock I feel pressing into me!" she panted. She could feel her wetness building beneath her bikini, making it almost as wet as it had been while cooling off in the pool.

Her fingers fumbled with the button on his shorts, shoving them and his underwear down over his hips in one almost effortless motion until his cock sprang free, thick and pulsing.

In the mirror, she watched herself stroke him and the way her own mouth parted in a moan. Addy's eyes widened while examining his cock. He was nowhere near the size of the black monster she took last night, that was almost inhuman. He was very thick however. Andreas's cock was straight, somewhat short, and absolutely gorgeous. The skin was a warm olive shade, slightly darker than the rest of him. She could see a tinge of deeper color on the head, along with the smooth line of his foreskin pulled partially back, revealing the sexy uncircumcised head. Having never seen a cock like this, Addy was very intrigued as she watched the precum pool on the tip, glistening in the afternoon light.

The base of his cock was framed by a patch of dark hair, trimmed short enough to show every inch of where he started and just how thick he really was. His balls were shaved completely bare. Addy's palm barely closed all the way when her finger wrapped around him. The heat of Andreas's cock pulsed against her skin. She kept stroking him slowly, watching him grow even harder, fully revealing the purple head of his cock.

"Jesus!" she uttered in a lustful voice. "You're...incredible!"

Andreas kissed her hard again, one hand sliding up to cup her breast through the fabric of the bikini top, his thumb sweeping over her nipple.

"You're fucking perfect," he growled against her mouth. "Every damn inch of you."

She took a step back to seductively peel the cover-up from her body. His face and her own reflection in the mirror driving her forward. The scar had now been totally forgotten.

Addy couldn't take it anymore, seeing their nearly naked bodies just inches apart put her over the edge. The fair skin against his tattooed olive chest was an image she knew wouldn't soon be forgotten. The bikini top quickly found the floor exposing her full breasts and hard nipples.

She quickly sank to her knees in front of him, her green eyes wide and hungry as she looked up, silently calling him closer. One hand gripped his ass, feeling muscles flex at her touch, while the other wrapped around the thick shaft of his throbbing cock. She pulled him to her parted lips, breathing heavily.

Just like the night before, when she'd finished riding the big black cock, she opened her mouth and drew the tip inside, tasting him. The salty trace of sweat mixed with the intoxicating flavor of his precum. Not stopping, she took him deeper, her mouth stretching around his gorgeous cock. He wasn't the longest she'd ever had, but the thickness filled her more than any other real cock had before. She exhaled a controlling moan as she swallowed him completely, feeling him press into her mouth as he gently thrust forward.