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The Favor (c) Written by Dave (BoBo}
Copyright Sept- 2008 The favor It had been nearly a week since Tom Henry had first agreed to let Helen's sister Megan stay at his home at Bluff Lake. Megan was the first woman to stay in his home since his wife Marie died of cancer nearly five years ago. He really hadn't had any inclination to be with anyone else. That was until this long legged red-head arrived. Now the man in him is trying to come back as dark sexual thoughts have found their way back into his head. He had awakened early Friday morning. Tom smiled as he looked at his watch. It was only six a.m and Megan was still in bed so he figured he'd get a quick workout in and shower first. His dark curly hair was wet with sweat as he tip-toed upstairs. The room had had a woman's scent to it as he opened the door. It was a scent he had long forgotten. He felt his manhood stir as he noticed the black thong and a pair of stockings lying on the floor. " A cold shower it is!" He mumbled, with the black thong hanging from his finger. Megan stood in front mirror examining her bruised rib cage that was now mostly healed. She had felt Tom's eyes on her all week, non the less he still remained the perfect gentleman. It was rather refreshing compared to the way Trent had treated her back in Veges. There was only one problem. She wanted more from Tom. Hell--she wants Tom. No man had ever made her burn on the inside like she has the last few days. Everywhere she turns there are pictures of the other woman in his life. Her sister Helen had told her his wife died five years ago so he is fair game. It's not like he's married or anything. She went down the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee as she looked around for Tom. She found him setting out on the deck drinking his coffee as he read the newspaper. Megan paused at the glass doors admiring the man she craved in the worse way. His dark curly was still damp and the sleeveless shirt showed every bulging muscle in his magnificent chest. Tom started to smile as he motioned for her to join him. Then his smile faded as she stepped out wearing a thin little nightshirt that barely cover the little black pantie not unlike the one that graced his finger tip earlier that very morning. Her lips were a light moist shade of pink and her sweet scent filled the air as she walked past him to the deck-railing. " This view is breathtaking." "It certainly is." He replied in a heavy lust ridden voice. Megan turned towards him. The thin white shirt all but disappeared in the early morning sunlight. Her breast were small with large hard nipples that made his mouth water. He felt the length of his manhood harden as he feasted on the vision before him. She leaned against the rail and tapped a cigarette from the pack. " Do you mind? " Tom moved towards her smoothly, taking the lighter from her long slender fingers. " Allow me." She swore that she could hear his heart pounding as he leaned in so close she could could smell his musky male scent. No cologne for this man, no sir. He was just the way she liked, raw and rugged. She blew a swirl of smoke over his head as she placed both hands on the rail to lean away. The length of him was hard and at the ready as he followed her lead. She could feel the moisture between her Lilly white thighs. " I'm not like most women Tom. I don't swoon over a man and wait for him to make his move. I'm aggressive in life and even more so in bed. If I'm in the mood I might just tell you to fuck me. I--know that isn't lady like and really I could care less. I am what I am and a man has to take it or leave it. To be honest, most men are intimidated by a woman like me." He subconsciously moistened his lips with his eyes focused on her very nice hard nipples. Part of him wanted to take her right there on the deck. Megan could feel the heat and passion all around them. " Come on, just make a move." She whispered under her breath as her own eyes feasted on every inch of him, stopping at the bulge in his thin black shorts. They might have been swim trunks. She didn't know which, but it was a non-factor anyway. It was what's inside she wants. This cat and mouse game was about to heat up. She wanted him to be the aggressor and make the first move. However--it's not a have to thing. She can and will move first if it has to be that way. Some how Tom managed to take his eyes off Megan's body as he stepped back to allow himself to breath. He had made Marie a promise when they married. He promised to love her forever. Breaking that promise would not be easy. Megan wasn't sure what to think. It was obvious that he wanted her. She decided it would be better to back off, slow things down and let it happen when he was ready. She placed an ash tray on the table and took a seat. She saw his eyes open as she crossed her legs, exposing her smooth white thighs. " I've got a job interview today. What do you have planned for later on?" Her voice was steady considering that her whole body was trembling with desire. She would not be able to set there and look at this man for very long. Tom took a sip of his coffee. "Uh--nothing really." "Well then! Maybe we could go out on the lake in your boat? We could take a picnic lunch and go for a swim. I'm sure you know a quiet little spot." He thought a minute before he replied. He ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath. "Sure I--guess. Why not?" Megan squished her cigarette into the ash tray as she stood and stepped towards Tom. She took his hand in hers as she bent down, placing a kiss on his cheek. " Thanks for everything, Tom." He pressed his legs together like vice to prevent a violent eruption as he watched this incredibly sexy woman turn away, smiling as she looked back. " I need to get dressed for my interview. I should be back around four and ready by five. Is that too late?" He tried with no luck to find his voice so he only shook his head no. Megan hadn't noticed before now that every room contained a picture of Marie or one of the both of them together. Everything in this house is Marie's, including Tom. Nothing will ever happen between him and another woman in this house. She went upstairs to take a cool shower and get ready for her job interview. The door was left ajar. The door that Tom had all but said was off limits. Megan knew she shouldn't, but just as Eve couldn't refuse the forbidden apple, Megan had to look in that room. She stepped through the doorway and was immediately aw stricken. The room had to be the same as it was before Marie passed away. There was perfume and lipstick on the dresser and the closet was filled with dresses. " Why don't you turn him loose? If you loved him? You wouldn't want him to be alone." She figured if she was going to compete with a ghost, maybe she could talk to one. The room suddenly felt cold and creepy and even though she knew better, she would swear that someone or something was watching her every move. A woman can tell a lot about another woman by how she dresses and even by her make-up and the brand of perfume she wears. Marie liked expensive perfumes and designer clothes. " You were a high maintenance woman, Marie." She whispered as she pushed the cap back on the perfume bottle. Tom figured he go check the boat before their trip out on the lake. The word date had entered his mind even though he refused to say it out loud. He broke his golden rule and grabbed a beer even though it wasn't quite noon. He heard Megan's car coming from behind him as he stepped onto the path that lead through the pines and down to the boat house. He was alone once again to try and figure out how to handle these feelings that he'd long forgotten even existed. She felt like she was in different world as crossing the Eagle Lake damn. There wasn't one square inch that wasn't occupied by a condominiums or fancy stores built to draw in the tourist. The lake was dotted with boats of every size. The whole place had the smell of money. Megan knew that smell very well from all the years she had spent in Las Vegas. She also knew the type of men that ran this type of environment. " I will not go back to that life! No fucking way!" She said these words out loud as to make herself hear them. She waited outside the door as she finished her cigarette. The bar was dark and fairly empty. Louis Stern lowered his dark glasses as Megan stepped through the doors. She looked around to see if there was anyone that may recognize her, more out of habit than anything else. She watched as Louis Whisper something into a young brunettes ear, then patted her on the ass as she walked away. It was enough to make her sick to the stomach " What us girls will do for money?" She thought as walked over to the table. Louis looked her over from head to toe, lingering at her breast as he smiled. " Well--legs. You must be Megan. I'll say one thing for you. You sure got the whole package and you know how to show it off. She left feeling like she needed to wash her hands. But she got the job. The son -of- bitch looked familiar, all though it could be because she knew the type all too well. Helen saw her sister pull up as he and Alice were walking up from the lake. Alice saw her Mom and came running to her. " Mommy!" Before she could stop her. Alice had jumped up into arms wet swimsuit and all. Megan held her little girl tight even though she was wearing a five hundred dollar dress." Mommy misses her little girl. Are you being good for Aunt Helen and Uncle George?" " Oh yes Mommy. Uncle George is taking me fishing after while." "Oh he is! Is he? Well that certainly sounds like fun. Now why don't go get changed while I talk to Aunt Helen?" " She misses you, Megan." " I know. Listen Sis. If have to leave in a hurry? Would you and George keep Alice?" "Leave! Why? Is Tom--?" " No Helen. Tom is wonderful. Listen I got a job today at the Eagle club. Bar tending! Not stripping. But the guy looked familiar and I don't want Trent around Alice. I don't care about me!" The hour plus drive gave Megan time to settle down. ' You're just being paranoid she told herself, besides Trent would never find her way to hell out here. Tom Henry was just starting to load the boat when she turned onto the driveway. He had already drank three or four beers to settle his nerves. Megan stopped as she honked the horn. " I'll be down in five, Tom." Tom only waved as he continued preparing the boat. She wondered if the man never looked sexy. There he was bent over his boat in a pair of cut-off shorts and an old tee-shirt, yet her blood pressure nearly went through the roof. She was as good as her word, showing up in just over five minutes. " Well I'm ready!" Tom turned around with a big smile on his face. He one lock of his curly hair hanging down on his forehead and he had worked up a little sweat. He couldn't help but look her over as he offered his hand to help her in the boat. The sun seemed to enhance her red hair. Her firm little breast were barely covered by the skimpy little black top and her short blue jeans rode high on her cheeks displaying her beautiful long legs. " I--guess we're ready?" Megan watched as Tom stood at the wheel and shoved the throttle forewords. The wind seemed to invigorate her as it blew through her hair. She slipped up behind him, slid her arms around his chest and whispered in his ear. " This is great! The mountains are spectacular." The mountains were the furthest thing from Tom's mind as he felt her warm breath on her ear lobe Right now his manhood was probably twice the size of anything those mountains had to offer. He made a hard right into a cove that ran about three miles off the main lake. They had seen only one other boat in the last half hour. Any other time she would have been aw stricken by the view and actually she was. But it wasn't the lake or the mountains that had her attention. Suddenly Tom brought the boat to a stop. " What do you think?" " Megan stepped out on the front deck. "God--it's breathtaking, Tom. I've got to catch some rays!" He watched as she unzipped her jeans and slid them down over her hips. Her bikini bottoms left nothing to the imagination. He tried to moisten his dry lips as he noticed the grapevine that started right below her breast and ran down below her navel and lower. " I'm starved! Can we eat here?" "Uh--sure why not!" He reached under the seat for the picnic basket and the cooler." Four beers was not enough!" He whispered as he set the them on the deck where she had already spread a blanket. She couldn't help but notice the bulge in his shorts as he sat down on the deck in front of her. His eyes were fixed on her took two sandwiches out and a bottle of wine. " I hope you like wine." He said as he poured two glasses." Wine is good!" Her hand laid gently on his as filled her glass. The wine seemed mellow them both as they ate and laughed. Tom seemed much more at ease away from the house. " Where does that grape vine start and are there any grapes?" Megan laughed as gently spread her inner thigh exposing the trunk of the vine. And yes there are grapes. They're just tucked away. "Do you like grapes, Tom?" It was her tone more than the question that nearly caused him to explode. Still he kept his composure as he leaned in and wiped the source off her lip with his finger. Megan's heart jumped as automatically wrapped her lips around his finger. He couldn't take anymore! He lunged inward engulfing her moist red lips with his. Her mouth opened as their tongues met for the first time. He was breathless as pulled back. " It's---been a long time and I--just don't--." Her finger covered his lips before he could say anything else. " Just take it slow Tom and let me--" Her lips covered his softly as slip up close guiding his hand to her breast. Her kisses became deeper as she reached for the length of him, feeling his readiness growing and throbbing. Her free hand guided his lips down her neck. "Mm--help me get my top off lover." His lips found one of her hard throbbing nipples as she pulled her top down allowing him full access to both of her breast. She was burning up inside. She needed him now! But she knew he would never be able to maintain his stamina and she was in no hurry for him to climax, not yet. His lips left her swollen nipples and found their way down to her navel. His lips and tongue were like magic as he savored every inch of her body. His finger hooked her bottoms as his lips nibbled and his tongue worked its way down to wet clothe that covered her love spot. Megan fell back on the deck as moaning as his tongue flicked her swollen bud. Tom was drunk with desire as he pulled her bottoms off allowing him full access to her drenched love canal. She draped her legs over his shoulder, grabbing a hand full of his dark curly hair. He needed no guidance as his tongue slid inside her wetness. Her scent drove him wild with desire as he drank the fruit of her vine. He was like junkie after a fix. Megan"s first orgasm cam violently as she thrust-ed her hips against his wanting lips. "Hell yes! Oh--yes---lover!" Her words carried him to another level. Her moisture flooded his his lips and his face, yet he wanted more. She saw him through lust graved eyes as he pulled back. His face was soaked and his lips were covered with her love juice. Megan sat up with her long smooth legs wrapped tightly around his waste. She took the Length of him in her hand as her lips cover his mouth. She nipped and bit as ripped the shirt from his back. His nipples were hard as rocks as she sucked and bit them one at a time. He throbbed as kiss her way down his chest pulling on his belt to open the stall that held his manhood. "Oh---! He cried out As she felt her bare hand take his throbbing manhood from his briefs. " No Megan! I--can't--." It was too late. He felt her wet lips cover the length of him. One, two, three times she took him deeply in her mouth, drawing his love juices to a peak. He tried to pull her away with no avail. Sudden his body his body erupted and he filled her. She took his all and wanted more. When he finally ceased. She took his wet manhood, guided deep with her wetness. He plunged his hardness deep inside, long and slow at first. She clawed and bit as she thrust-ed her wanting body against him. The rhythm of the boat rocked as he drove himself in her faster and deeper. " Oh--fuck me Tom! Yes! Oh--yes--lover----." Suddenly he filled her like an erupting volcano. She rolled away gasping for air. Tom reached over pulled her to him and kissed her long and deep. " I'm speechless." " I Need a cigarette." She replied. Tom watched her naked body walk over to far side of the boat for her cigarettes. She came back with two glasses of wine. She kissed him again before lighting up and laid her head on his chest. "Be careful Tom Henry. I might get use to this." His hand cupped her smooth backside as he pull her naked body to his. " Me too. You know what? You smoke too much." " Does it bother you?" " No not really as long as I can inhale like this." Megan welcomed his kiss as she straddled his body. " Mm--I see your batteries are charged already. I like it!" She went to her room late that night or early morning actually. Tom had filled her needs and then some. His taste was still on her lips as flopped on the bed alone. It was as she figured. Tom did not come to her room. " It was just sex! Great fucking sex. But just sex all the same." Finally she closed her eyes and fell to sleep. Tom Henry stood on the deck staring at the stars, wondering what had happened out on the lake. Shit! He knew what happened! " Shit, shit shit." He said out loud as opened a beer and lit a cigarette. Louis closed the bar at three A.M. well beyond the legal time. He motioned for one of the girls. "Get me a drink and the phone." The young waitress came back with his drink and handed him the phone. " Do you need anything else boss?" He started to wave her off, then changed his mind." Yes. Why don't you kneel down and get busy." He dialed the phone as the young girl unzipped his slacks. She took his manhood out and slid the length him between her lips. Louis grabbed her by her long blond hair. " Hello!" " Is Trent around?" " You got him. Who to fuck is this?" " It's me Bu Bu, Louis." " Oh--Fat-man. What to hell do want this time of night?" " You should be nice to me Trent. I may have something you're looking for. Like a certain redhead about five-eleven dark green eyes with an attitude. You know her?" He could hear the anger in Trent's voice." Keep that bitch around until I get there, Fat-man. I'll make it worth your while. I'm going teach that bitch a real lesson this time. To be continued. I am a welder by trade. My wife and I have been married for thirty-four years. My story is open and I intend to continue Tom and Megan's trials as they try to deal with each others past and feed their own sexual needs. I know my story is a little rough around the edges and hope to improve. Thanks Dave
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