The Quiet Man

Thursday morning came. Thanksgiving day. William didn't have to work, and his only plans for the day were to do some writing and then, somewhat hesitantly, go to Crystal's for thanksgiving dinner. This would be the first time in thirty years that he wouldn't be spending it with his wife and children. His kids would all show up tomorrow, but today, today would be hard enough alone, let alone trying to make polite conversation with Crystal and her boys.

He turned on some pop music for background noise, never able to concentrate in a silent environment. He settled into his chair, turned on his computer and read the last few paragraphs he had written the night before.

Demora stepped from the shower tube in the cramped quarters, the mist having cleaned her body but done nothing for cooling her inexplicable desires for the young captain. It was truly a small ship, even smaller than her own cruiser. His equally small crew had ignored her, completely dedicated to their tasks and his commands. She hadn't expected to end up here. In fact, she had not even thought it remotely within the realm of possibility. But here she was, his prisoner, of sorts.

She still didn't know what spell he had cast or drug he had slipped her to make her desire him so, to agree to come onto his ship as his...play thing. A part of her still fought deep inside, struggling to push the animalistic desires from her mind, but her body betrayed her at every attempt. She could feel the heat deep within her as she lay back on the small bunk, her bare skin tingling with anticipation as she waited for him to return.

He WAS good looking. Clearly a strong leader. But he wasn't what she truly wanted. She had no doubt that when he was done with her, he would discard her like any used up toy, but for now, she lay, her nipples erect and her pussy aching to be filled. She lay waiting, thinking, feeling the desire surge through her body. She knew it wasn't real, that it was induced from the outside. But no drug or spell could truly purge her true desire. The desire to be with another. A man far from her at this moment, but so close in other ways. She knew he desired her as well, but so far had refused to act on those desires. One day he would act on that, one day he would take her. One day he would fill that ache between her legs with his own strength and hardness. One day she would feel him against her bare body, would feel his lips against hers and would feel his breath mingling with her own as they spun and floated in zero gravity, making long slow passionate love.

But for now, her body desired to be touched, kissed and yes, taken deeply by the captain's hard member. She could only hope that he was as good in bed as he was at commanding his crew.

He stared at the cursor at the end of the final sentence and with a smile to himself, began to quickly type out the words as they formed in his mind.

Thanksgiving day always started with a busy morning. She loved cooking, and it showed in her preparations. The turkey was ready to go into the oven. No cooking bag for her. No, her turkey would be lovingly basted every half hour, the juices, filled with spices and flavor poured back over the cooking bird so it could be absorbed into the meat, keeping it moist and tender. The stuffing, potatoes, freshly made cranberry sauce, rolls, and of course, the gravy, would be equally well tended. Fresh pumpkin pie was already complete, sitting on the counter to cool. With the food as prepared as it could be, she headed up to the bathroom to shower and dress.

She slipped off her robe and night shirt, stepping into the bathroom as bare as the day she was born. She couldn't help but think about how full the bulge in his shorts had been each time she got naked. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own along those lines. She knew he wasn't looking for sex, that he was still deeply attached to his late wife. Just the same she couldn't help but think about how he looked at her when her top got wet. It was naughty, to say the least, what she did after that. She wasn't even sure why she had done it, but she had. Her body took over her thinking, and she teased him with her body, watching his reactions, watching his body respond to the sights and touch of hers.

She stepped into the shower, the hot water spraying down on her, the little tingles of the droplets pelting against her skin failing to drown the tingles suddenly racing through her body as she thought about the outline of his hardon through his shorts. "Oh god," she moaned softly, one hand gently teasing her left nipple while the other slipped between her legs. She felt her full round lips with her fingers, stroking gently across them, first down between her legs and then back up again, her fingers stroking the soft shaved skin. "Yessssss," she hissed softly to herself as she pressed her fingers deeper between her lips, feeling the hot wetness that wasn't from the shower spray. She drew the slippery liquid along with her finger, up the length of her slit and across her hard sensitive clit.

"That's it baby. Lick my pussy," she cooed softly, coaxing the mental image of his face down between her legs. She could feel his hot tongue tease between her lips, pressing deep inside her, tasting her juices before sliding along her pubic bone and flicking quickly across her clit. Each time she stroked her fingers between her own lips she imagined his tongue stroking her, making her body respond, her back arching, her pussy pushing toward his face. "Oh god yesssss," she hissed softly as she pushed one of her fingers deep into herself, imagining it was his cock. A second finger joined the first, pushing in and out of her deep soft tunnel, her juices lubricating her own fingers as she arched her back and bowed her legs to push deeper. "Fuck me baby," she moaned softly, her mind picturing him lying on top of her, supported by his strong arms above her, his chest gently brushing against her own. She could feel his chest gently rubbing her rock hard nipples as he rocked himself, plunging his engorged cock into her over and over again, pushing her orgasm towards its pinnacle.

"OH FUCK!" she squeaked loudly in the shower as her own fingers brought on the final ecstasy her mind and body demanded. She stood under the spray for long minutes, reveling in the sensations, the water cascading over her head and long hair. Her fingers may have completed the journey, but she knew that the journey started from a desire for him. A desire for a sweet man she had known for years. A man she had lusted for once long ago, but now desired even more. Until now she hadn't realized just exactly how badly she wanted to feel his hands on her, his mouth kissing hers, his tongue teasing her lips and his obviously large cock pushing deep inside her.

She knew he'd pleased his wife. She'd seen them out the bedroom window one summer evening in their back yard when they thought no one was awake to see them. She watched as he teased her body with his mouth, kissing and licking all over until she came, and then finally pressing his cock into her, driving into her over and over in long slow but powerful strokes. Each stroke made her move on the chaise lounge, his strong strokes pushing into her until her body could take no more of him in. She lay back, gasping and moaning softly, probably louder than she planned, but unable to contain her pleasure as he drove her to a second powerful climax before climaxing with her.

She washed quickly, feeling the water starting to cool. Rinsing the soap from her hair and body. With a smile on her lips, she patted herself dry and then gently rubbed scented body powder over her body. She let her hands wander around her own body, spreading the soft powder, wondering what it would feel like for his hands to touch her like this. Would he do it? Would he rub her all over, spreading the soft powder on her, or would he just sit back and watch, his cock hardening as she displayed her body for him, hoping, waiting, wanting him to step forward and take her in his strong arms. She could imagine his arousal as he watched her, the teasing it would cause. She wondered if it would be soft or strong. If he would take her back to the bed or if he would just lift her up, setting her butt on the counter and taking her right there. She sighed, wondering if she would ever find out, as she stepped from the bathroom and walked to the dresser.

She rifled through her underclothes, trying to decide what to wear, or even if she should wear anything. She wondered if she could arrange for him to see her body again, to flash more of herself to entice him further. She wondered if what she would wear would be an invitation or scare him away. She finally chose a small powder blue thong that covered almost nothing, and a powder blue lace bra she hadn't worn in many many years. A bra that would let much of her show through. She hoped he'd have an opportunity to see it.

William got up from his chair, frustrated. He had to rewrite that last section three times to get it down to something that he could actually publish. His first attempt read more like a porn novel than a science fiction novel. He wasn't sure what drove that particular section, but Demora's interaction with the young captain had been intense and extremely graphic. Not exactly the norm for one of his books. He threw away seven whole pages and tried a second time, which also ended up being still too graphic. The third time he felt like he got closer, but it was still too graphic. He wanted the reader to feel the emotion in their tryst. He wanted the reader to be able to envision themselves in the tryst. He wanted the tryst to be erotic without being smutty. He felt like he failed.

The whole section seemed to have been driven by his desires for Crystal. He tried hard to not think of her, but it seemed like the more he wrote the more he wrote what he wanted to do with her into the story. He did better the second time, but again, the mental images his words drew in his mind were far more detailed and graphic than he could ever allow into the final book. He managed to tone it down more the third try, trimming the seven pages into five and removing the more graphic sections. He put the laptop to sleep and set it aside to head up to shower and get ready.

He stepped into the shower and let the cool water flow over him. By the time he got done writing he was surprisingly turned on. His cock stuck out rigidly as he closed his eyes, the image of her bare breasts immediately springing forth. In his mind's eye he could still see every bump and wrinkle of her slightly puffed out areola and her rock hard protruding nipples. He so badly wanted to reach out at that moment, to cup both soft mounds and slide his thumbs back and forth across each nipple, teasing the hard nubs to push her obvious excitation even higher. He wasn't sure why she would be turned on by a man so much older than she was, but as his hand stroked his own cock in the cascading water the more animalistic portion of his mind, the portion driven by and driving the hormones flowing through him took over.

He groaned as he imagined himself pushing her dress down, exposing more of her, leaving her in nothing but those sexy knee high boots and her panties. In his mind he pulled her to him, leaning his head down to kiss her as she pushed his shorts down, freeing his rock hard cock. He could feel her hands wrap around his shaft, slowly stroking him as he pressed his lips to hers, feeling their softness and tasting her breath as his hands slipped down her back to her round firm ass, squeezing and kneading it as she stroked him, her hands wrapped around his shaft, sliding up and down, one hand sliding over his head with each stroke.

"Oh fuck," he groaned as his cock exploded, the pent up cum from his last several hours of writing, jetting out in shot after shot that splattered on the shower wall. "God I'm an idiot!" he groaned as he stood in the cool spray, letting the sudden emotional and hormonal flood seep from his body. "No way she's really interested in me. My lack of sex is just getting to me," he growled to himself.

He turned the water off and climbed out, quickly drying off. It only took a few moments to shave his whiskers off, pat a little Old Spice aftershave on and then head to the bedroom. He dug in the drawer, looking at the pairs of boxers, pulling out a pair of blue silk ones his wife had given him years ago, a pair they used just for play. He tossed them back into the drawer and pulled out a pair of sensible black cotton boxers. From his closet he pulled a pair of black cargo pocket slacks and then pulled on a cream colored Polo. He never really had any fashion sense, but his wife had managed over the years to teach him at least which colors to not wear together. He pulled on a pair of white socks and then his calf length pointy toed cowboy boots he only wore for special occasions.

The weather forced him to pull out the heavy coat before walking next door, but that didn't prevent him from being at her door at two, as requested. He knocked nervously, not even sure why he was nervous. It was just dinner. She was just being friendly. His breath caught in his throat as she opened the door, looking like an angel in the powder blue wrap around dress, her long blond hair cascading around her shoulders in long twisting curls. Her lips were deep red, obviously painted with lipstick, her skin looked soft and smooth. She wore black knee high, high heel boots, powder blue socks sticking up out of the top, leaving her creamy legs exposed from her knees to the middle of her thighs, where the wrap around dress began. The top of the dress dipped down between her breasts in a deep V that spread as it went up until the dress looped over her shoulders, looking like it might slip off her shoulders at any moment. A small gold pendant hung down into the V of her creamy breasts, hanging by a thin gold chain looped around her neck. She looked every bit ready to go out on the town, not serve up a family thanksgiving dinner.

"Come on in!" she gushed with a huge smile on her face. The look on his face as he obviously surveyed her careful preparations made every minute worth it. She had spent considerable time after she put on her sexy underwear curling her hair and putting on just the right amount of makeup. Yes, it was all worth it to see that look on his face. She took his coat and hung it on a hook behind the door she had just closed. He stood there, fidgeting uncomfortably as she turned back to face him. "So, the boys are in the den watching some football. Would you like to join them while I finish getting dinner ready?" she asked, stepping next to him. She slipped her arm around his waist and pressed her side to his as she steered him down the hall toward the den.

"Hey Mister C!" the boys called almost in unison as the two walked into the den, Jason, the younger of the two elbowing his older brother with a grin on his face as he saw his mom walking with her hip against William's.

"Hi boys. How's the game?" he asked as Crystal slipped her arm from around his waist and stood on her tip toes to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. He blushed as she disappeared from the room, Jason elbowing his big brother again with a stupid grin on his face.

William felt embarrassed at Crystal's quick kiss. His cheek warm where her lips touched him, not from her heat, but from the blush he felt spreading down his neck as he walked the last few steps to the sofa and sat down on the end, just past Robert, her older son.

"The Lions are losing again. But that's nothing new," Robert said, trying hard to ignore his younger brother's grinning.

"How bad?" William asked.

"Only down by three. They're trying hard but they keep hurting themselves with penalties," he answered.

"Yeah they have a habit of doing that," William joked back. "You're not rooting for them are you?"

"Naw," Robert said with a wave of his hand. "I'm waiting for the later game when the Cowboys play."

"That should be a good game," William agreed.

"Yeah. Jason and I are going over to Billy's for that game. A bunch of us are getting together to watch the Cowboys kill the Eagles" Robert said with clear excitement in his voice.

"Yeah, that should be a good one," William agreed before the three went silent to watch the game.

"Boys. Time to eat!" Crystal called from the kitchen. The boys immediately got up and practically ran to the kitchen, while William got up and walked at a more reserved pace. He arrived in the kitchen and saw the table set with turkey and all the trimmings. The boys sitting on two corners of the rectangular table, Crystal standing beautifully by a chair on the far end of the table. "You want to sit here William?" she asked sweetly, pulling the chair out.

"Sure," he answered, walking toward her, around the side of the table with her as yet unused seat. He stopped behind the empty chair and pulled it out. "After you though," he said politely. He knew he was a guest, but he was still a gentleman after all.

Crystal settled in her chair and William helped push her into the table and then moved to his own chair a few feet away, a broad smile on her face as he sat down.

Dinner was uneventful, well mostly so. William struggled to maintain his train of thought during the discussions because Crystal kept moving her foot or leg to touch his under the table, a game he would have well played as a teenager. Each time her foot or leg touched his, it seemed to ratchet up the hardness of his cock until he felt like it was going to burst out of his pants. Fortunately the boys finished and were excused before he had to get up.

"Why don't you go with the boys and watch the game. I'll clean up here."

"Are you sure?" William asked her.

"Sure. The Lions game has to be almost over. Might as well catch the end. Unless there's some other reason you want to just sit here."

"Well, maybe I just want to keep you company?" he said hopefully.

"Uh huh," she said leaning across the corner of the table toward him so her face was only a foot or so from his. "You sure there isn't some other reason you're hesitant to get up?"

"Um, no. Why?" he answered, hoping the whole conversation would end.

"Maybe because you're embarrassed?" she said in a whisper, a smile in her face.

"Embarrassed?"

"You don't have to be you know. It's flattering to a woman to know that just a simple touch under the table would have such an effect."

"I'm really not sure what you mean," he lied, blushing and giving away to her that he knew exactly what she meant.

"Are you sure?" she asked softly, getting up from the table. She smiled down at him as she stepped around behind his chair and leaned over, her curly hair ticking his blushing cheek as her hands slipped onto his shoulders. "Unless you have a log in your pants, I'd say that my touch turned you on," she whispered.

"Uh. Well, maybe a little," he admitted with a gulp, hoping she wouldn't push the issue any further.

"If that's a little, I'd love to see a lot," she breathed so quietly into his ear that he wasn't sure he'd heard it. He closed his eyes, trying to will his cock down when her soft red lips brushed his cheek, gently kissing his skin and leaving his cheek feeling so much hotter than it had been moments before. "Yeah. I wouldn't mind at all seeing what a lot looks like. Maybe some time you'll have to let me have a look, since you've already had a look at my boobs," she whispered in that soft breath again, making his already hard cock strain to force its way out of his pants.

"We really shouldn't be doing this," William said, trying to be stern but losing to the hormones suddenly surging through his body. He turned his head toward her and she planted her lips on his, her soft lips pressing to his momentarily before sucking his lower lip with hers. "Oh damn," he moaned softly as she kissed him again.