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A Rat’s Chance Ch. 5

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Chapter 5: The Last Rose Of Summer

Author’s Note: This is the last of a 5-part series. To fully appreciate this story one must have read the previous four installments.

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I was sitting out on the deck enjoying what might have been the last decent evening of the summer. We were starting to get some cool days and I knew that I would have to close the pool on the weekend. Although there had been some dark threatening clouds earlier in the evening, they had cleared off around sunset and the night air was balmy and warm. I was contemplating a final late night swim before retiring. Tossing back a final swig of Chablis, I heard the doorbell. I tucked the towel around my waist and went inside to answer it. Damn, it was awful late for company. I answered the door only to see Allie standing on my porch, wearing this light little sundress that buttoned all the way down the front. She smiled hesitantly but sweetly, knowing what the flash of her teeth and tongue could do to me, even now.

“Hi,” she said softly, her glowing smile still able to soften me right up.

“Hi,” I replied. “How’s it going?”

“Okay. Can I come in?” she asked, bowing her head forward just a bit so that as she looked up at me, her steely blue eyes looked large and appealing.

“Sure, I guess,” I said opening the door for her. “So why the honor?”

“I had to see you tonight, Greg,” she began, taking a step toward me.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“I don’t know,” she remarked, holding back. “All I know is that I had to see you, to talk to you, to try and let you know how I feel.”

“What’s to tell?” I remarked, trying not to sound too cold. “We’ve gone over all of this before, Allie. You’re married to someone else and you already know how I feel about that; you already know why I can’t be with you. Unless you’ve got some signed divorce papers with you, nothing has changed that I know of.”

“Can we sit down some place?” she asked.

“I’m sorry, Allie,” I said. “I guess that just because we’re not an item any longer doesn’t mean that I’m allowed to be rude. Come on. I was out on the deck, enjoying the evening.”

We moved out to the deck. I stopped and grabbed the Chablis and a second glass on the way through the kitchen. We sat at the table and she looked longingly out at the pool, the light below the water line casting an eerie aqua glow about the yard.

“I’m going to miss this,” she said dreamily as I poured her glass. “Thanks,” she responded, picking up the glass and taking a sip. She let her head fall back for a moment savoring the taste of the wine before shifting her position to lean forward in the chair toward me. The glow of the citronella candles turned her face a golden hue. “I’m really sorry about what happened with us, Greg. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was so stupid to think that maybe if I just ignored certain things that they’d go away.”

“Right, ignore the fact that you have a husband. Sure is an easy little detail to put out of mind.”

“Greg, please,” she said. “This is so hard for me.”

The clip of her accent was so appealing as were those great steely blue eyes that were now filling with tears that glistened in the candlelight.

“I’m sorry,” I replied starting to feel teary eyed myself. “I guess that was mean.”

“You know, I’m still in love with you,” she said, looking down into her wine glass. “I think about you all the time. I dream about you. Good dreams. No, very, very good dreams. I keep thinking of what it would be like to see you again, to talk with you, to be with you.” She looked back up and into my eyes. “You haven’t returned any of my calls. I’ve tried calling Kate and Jack and they keep telling me to call you. I just don’t know what to do.”

“You know, Allie,” I began, “Not that this matters now, but I still feel the same way about you too. I’ve tried hard to put you out of my mind but nothing works, nothing helps. Like the old song says, I close my eyes and see your face before me, haunting my every dream.”

“So what are we going to do?” she asked. “I want to be with you. Do you still want me?”

“What about your husband?” I asked.

“I don’t know what to do about him. I just can’t leave him.”

“But then you can’t have me either.”

“Greg, please,” she cried. “Isn’t there some way we can work this out? I need you in my life.”

“Damn! Why do I have to be such a gentleman?” I complained. “All my life I’ve watched guys like Jack and Robby reach out and grab for what they want while I lay back and go without because something keeps holding me back for some stupid reason or other.”

“Maybe you need to do something for yourself without having any reason at all.”

“Something for me or something for you?”

“Something for us,” she whispered. She was leaning so close to me I could almost feel the heat from her body. “Something that we both want. I can see it in your eyes when you look at me, I can feel it just sitting next to you.”

Looking over at her closely she appeared to be glistening in the hot humid air. Her dark Casibom silky hair was pulled back away from her face and held on each side with a little blue butterfly clip. Her lips were wet and parted and her eyes were very clear in their intent. She looked so appealing that I finally had to look away and sigh deeply.

“You know, just a few weeks ago, I felt so in charge of myself, of my career, of my life,” I began. “Things were going so well at work, the summer was in full swing, and I was in love with this beautiful young woman, the woman of my dreams. Now, the summer is almost over, work seems more like a drudge, and I’ve found out that the woman is married to someone else. You’ve got to understand that I’m not in the same place I was.”

“But neither am I,” she said leaning back into her chair. “Since I haven’t seen you, I’m miserable, bitchy with my co-workers, curt with my customers. I need you in my life, Greg. You balance me; you make me feel so good about myself. You do things for me that Chad has never been able to do, will never be able to do.”

“So why don’t you leave him?”

“It’s not that easy,” she said softly. “Give me some time. Please?” She rolled her head over to look at me again. Her breathing was deep and fast; her eyes were glazing over with tears. She leaned forward and got up from the chair and stepped over to stand right in front of me, reaching down to take my hands in hers. “Sometime in your life, you’re going to have to start taking chances, Greg, without thinking, without analyzing, without overriding your feelings. Sometimes you just have to follow your heart. Tell me. What does your heart say?”

“My heart?” I laughed sadly. “My heart says that you are the best thing to have ever happened to me. My heart says that I should stand up and take you in my arms and sweep you away.”

“What if I say that I’m waiting to be swept away?”

I had to smile since she was so good, so very good; she was so fresh and sexy and appealing. I brought her hands to my face and kissed each one softly. The flesh on the back of her hands was hot and moist. I looked up into those sparkling eyes of hers and could see that there was nothing she wouldn’t do to get me. And deep inside I knew that there was nothing that I could do to resist her.

“Before you decide anything, how about a swim?” she asked.

“Okay,” I remarked with a smile. “But what will you do for a suit?”

“Who says I need a suit?” she replied.

Her hands slipped out of mine, reached up to the top button on her sundress, and began to work their way down, gently, teasingly popping each button loose and letting the dress fall open to my admiring gaze. Reaching up, she eased the dress open fully to reveal her sheer tiny white bra and thong, the dark circles of her nipples and the shadow of her muff were plainly visible even in the dim light of evening. She let the dress slip from her fingers and fall to the deck. There was no mistaking that this was a striptease she was doing, and she was doing it well. She arched her back slightly and reached behind to unhook her bra. The little garment easily fell away from her supple body and she dropped it on top of her dress. Hooking her thumbs through the tiny elastic bands of her thong, she slowly leaned forward and slipped them down her long tanned legs and stepped free.

She knew my eyes were glued to her body, memorizing the shifting curves as she stood back upright. As she held still for a moment in the glow of the candles and the pool light, she looked as if she were a priceless statue carved from rare Italian marble. But the great masters of Greece or Rome could not have carved a statue like this form before me, so perfect and alive. She pulled the clips from her hair and shook her head from side to side, letting her hair cascade about her shoulders. Then she turned slowly, very slowly to step down from the deck down toward the pool.

“Are you going to join me?” she asked, looking back over her shoulder at me, her eyes saying more than a mere come hither.

I got up from the chair and stepped down to stand beside her. She looked down at my swim trunks.

“Aren’t you going to join me?” she asked, her dazzling smile once again making me tingle.

For a moment I could only stare at her, the shapely well-turned legs, the dark shadow between them, the gentle curves of her hips, belly, and breasts, and the wonderful look of expectation in her eyes. I pulled at the drawstring on my trunks, tugged them down and off, and tossed them to the side. It had been years since I had gone skinny-dipping and the feel of the night air on my naked body was exhilarating. Taking her hand, we stepped down into the pool, letting the cool water envelope us. I dove down below the surface and came up on the other side from her. She had followed behind and surfaced right next to me, her fingers finding their way up along my body. The warmth of her body next to mine was electric. Our arms found their way around each other and our lips wasted no time in touching. She pressed her firm breasts and the soft flesh of her belly Casibom Giriş up against me as our tongues flicked and licked at each other.

I cupped her cheek with my hand and then ran my fingers over her wet hair. There was a look of surrender in her eyes, a look I remembered seeing only a few times before, a look that told me that at this very moment, this woman was mine. As I slipped my arms around her and picked her petite body up, she wrapped her legs around me. I could feel her pussy rub past my cock as she climbed up into my embrace.

“I have got to be crazy,” I said as we held each other so closely. “I have got to be fucking nuts!”

“We both are,” she replied, “Because I’m so crazy about you!”

We kissed again and again, our lips and tongues weaving together. Her lips were sweet and soft. I kissed my way down to her neck and she tilted her head back so I could lick and kiss the soft smooth flesh that waited there for me.

“You are a terrific kisser,” she remarked.

“I used to be pretty good at this,” I replied. “But I’m kind of out of practice now.”

“Well, you can practice on me anytime, sir!” she laughed heartily

We swam a little. We necked a little more. But as the night grew deep and the stars showed forth their romantic twinkling light we began to edge toward the steps.

“Do you want to get out?” I asked.

“Sure,” she replied, slipping up near to me, her body brushing close as my arm slipped around her shoulders.

She was so light I scooped up her legs and carried her up the stairs and out to the deck. I set her down and grabbed the towel. It was an extra large one that I could wrap around the both of us. Of course she was so close to me it didn’t matter. She embraced me, clinging tightly, her adoring face and eyes trapping my gaze.

“Are you sure you want to be here?” I asked.

“Only if you’re sure you want me,” she replied in a soft voice.

I kissed her and slipped my arms around her, letting my hands wander all over her warm and wet body. Every place they wandered from her shoulders to her hips, I could feel her skin twitch and her body shiver. My cock made itself known by springing up and rubbing against her belly.

“Why don’t we go inside?” she asked.

“What’s wrong with out here?” I asked.

“Well, it’s getting late and I wouldn’t want to wake your neighbors,” she said. “Besides, I must warn you, I can get pretty loud.”

We wended our way inside and up to my room, the towel tossed aside along the way. Pausing to kiss in the family room, we embraced and rubbed up against each other in the foyer and fondled each other on the way up the stairs. My room was quite dark when we danced inside. I grabbed a pack of matches and lit the candles that were on the dresser, chest of drawers and nightstand. When I was through, the room was filled with a rosy warm glow. She leaned over to smell the flowers I had cut that morning.

“Last roses of summer?” she asked.

“I like the scent while I sleep,” I remarked.

“I like it while I make love,” she replied.

She stood right beside me and grabbed me by the cock, pulling me toward the bed.

“You realize that this will change everything between us?” she said eagerly stroking me as she slipped up onto the bed, tugging me along with her.

“And between you and your husband,” I remarked.

She didn’t flinch. She just lay back onto the silky bedspread and opened her body for me, her legs spreading, her arms falling up above her head, her wet hair all tousled about her shoulders, the soft curves of her body inviting my touch. As I knelt between her spread legs, I paused for a moment to drink in the scene: the candlelight, the smell of fresh cut roses, Allie’s beautiful body sprawled in front of me, the eager hungry look on her face, the feeling of my yearning passion burning inside me. She reached up both arms toward me and I took her hands in mine.

“Is there something wrong?” she asked.

“Not a thing,” I replied breathing deeply, bending over slightly to hover just above her. “You are so beautiful and I am so grateful to be here with you.”

“Just make love to me, Greg. I need you so badly.”

I leaned down to kiss her. It quickly became a wild tongue wrestling love match. She reached up to pull be down onto her, but I kept myself up on my elbows and knees letting only my lips and the head of my cock touch her. She began to wiggle her hips to maneuver my cock toward her pussy. My kisses drifted down to her neck and shoulders and slowly teasingly to her breasts. I kissed each one with delight, teasing the nipples to stiff erection with my tongue making her gasp.

“You are so beautiful, Allie,” I remarked, cupping each breast in a hand and stroking softly. She gasped again. “And so sensitive.”

“You don’t find them too small?” she asked moaning with pleasure.

“They are perfect!” I said. “Besides, more than a mouthful is a waste!”

I kissed them tenderly, then again with more force, sucking the nipples into my mouth and tickling them with the tip Casibom Yeni Giriş of my tongue.

“Oh, Greg!” she cried out. “I think you’re going to make me come!”

After spending a few more minutes on her breasts, I could tell by her frantic quivering movements that she was coming. Her hips were moving in that familiar telltale circular pattern, her sighs came deeply and her breathing heavy. She gasped wildly as I fondled and suckled her perfect breasts.

“You are a live one, Allie,” I remarked as she wriggled beneath the touch of my fingers and lips and tongue.

My kisses moved down from the gorgeous valley between her breasts along the soft heaving flesh of her stomach down to her navel and lower yet. My elbows following along, straddling her waist and hips, my fingers lightly touching her willing body. When I reached the trimmed little patch of fur above her smooth pussy I slipped my hands around and boosted her hips upward, her hot wet pussy right at mouth level.

“Eat my pussy, Greg!” she cried out. “Eat my wet pussy!”

I buried my face in her tight little twat. She must have shaved her pussy, for there was only a small little patch of fur on top. The rest was so smooth and hot and ready, I lapped at her greedily. The outer lips of her pussy were thin making it easy to spread and get my tongue to the inner lips. Her hard little clit was already protruding from its hood. I licked and kissed her hot tight little pussy and began to work my fingers up inside her.

“Chad never eats me like this! Oh, God! Eat my pussy, Greg!” she screamed wildly. “Oh! Oh! I want to come!”

Despite her urgent pleas, I took my time building her up. Noting her response to my every move, I nudged her up the ladder, one rung at a time. She leaned back onto the bed, arching her back and thrusting her hips toward my face. One at a time, she brought her legs up and rested her thighs on my shoulders. Then she hooked her ankles together behind me and increased her pressure against my mouth. Her hot wet pussy was delicious. Suddenly with a gasp, she reached forward and grabbed me by the hair. It felt for a moment as if she was going to rip my hair right off my head as she implored me to eat her out. Finally, I stepped up my tongue lashing to the maximum, stuffing two then three fingers up her pussy. I could feel the tingling spread from her pussy up through her body as a wave of climaxing passion rose up to consume her.

“Oh, My God!” she screamed. “I’m coming!”

With a final thrust against my face she broke through and threw herself back onto the bed. I slowly released her and began to gently rub her quivering body as she tried to catch her breath.

“Oh, Allie,” I whispered. “You are one live wire!”

I kissed my way back up along her trembling body, trying not to miss a single taste of her sweet body, and brought my mouth up to hers for a kiss. Her lips were wet and cool from her heavy breathing and shouting. She hugged and kissed me crazily before rolling me over onto my back.

“Now it’s my turn to do you,” she whispered breathlessly. “I want to suck your cock!”

I lay back on the bed as she slipped down between my legs, her breasts pressing against my thighs. She grabbed my cock and stroked it gently with one hand and fondled my balls with the other.

“Chad says I’m not too good at this so I hope you like it,” she said apologetically.

“Almost like eating an ice cream cone,” I cracked. “Just start with a kiss and a few licks. But don’t forget to use your hands.”

I quickly realized that she must have been joking and that I didn’t need to supply any directions. She gently kissed the head of my stiff cock, then drew circles around it with her tongue. She wrapped her little hands around me and gently began to stroke slowly up and down. She opened her mouth and began to suck my cock up inside her hot wet mouth. I could feel her tongue flicker at it inside her mouth.

“Oh, that’s it Kiddo,” I moaned encouragingly. “Oh, God! Just like that! Suck my cock!”

She began to bob up and down matching the movement of her hands and mouth. I resisted the urge to thrust my cock up into her mouth and instead let her take the lead. I brought a hand down to her head and brushed the few little strands of wet hair from her face. She began to moan as she sucked my dick, gently rotating her mouth a little as she bobbed up and down. She brought her head up all the way and let my stiff cock pop out of her mouth but kept stroking it firmly.

“Are you going to come for me?” she asked eagerly. “Do you want to come in my mouth?”

“Let’s save that for later,” I replied. “Just keep doing that some more.”

She went back down on me, working more eagerly than before. She took a few licks up and down the entire length of the shaft, doing some circles on the head and then licking her way back down to my balls. She sucked each one into her mouth teasing them with her tongue, all the while stroking my cock with her firm grip. Then she went down on me again, slowly drawing as much of my long stiff cock inside her as she could. She then began this delicious up and down movement, slowly picking up speed until she finally had me thrashing about on the bed like a maniac. My body was tingling and my cock felt ready to explode. I finally grabbed at her head and pulled her up from me.

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