Under His Skin (8 page)

Chapter 15

Stephen

She tasted like cherries, was I imagining it, maybe remembering our kiss from twenty years ago or did she still wear cherry lip gloss?

“Yum, cherries.” I said

“Yeah, cherry lip gloss has been a constant in my life since I was about fifteen,” she said giggling.

“I’d better let you get in your car before I try to kiss you again.”

“I wouldn’t mind.”

“Don’t tempt me.  I’ll have you out here all night.  I wouldn’t want sweet little Chandi to get upset with me for keeping her mom.”  I saw her drop her eyes for a brief moment.

“I’m sure she would forgive you… eventually,” she teased.

“I’d prefer not to start off on the wrong foot with Chandi… or her mom.”  She looked up at me through her eyelashes.

“Thank you Stephen for a wonderful evening.”

“It’s been my pleasure.”

This time she reached up and pulled me in for a kiss.  The taste of cherry and the scent of her perfume, not the vanilla she wore in high school, but something even more intoxicating, made my groin strain again my pants.  She pulled back and looked me in the eyes.

“Good night, Stephen.”

“Good night Addison.”

I opened her car door, helped her in and waited until she started the engine before I walked back to my car.

On the drive home all I could think about was how she looked in that short black dress.  Her toned legs just begged to be caressed.  Her calf muscles beckoned to be kissed, my tongue running along the smooth curves of her muscles.  Her firm ass that would fit perfectly in my hands demanded my attention.  I again felt an ache in my groin.  I pounded my fist on the steering wheel as the ache grew stronger. I wanted her.  Part of me wanted to make slow passionate love to her and the other part wanted to tear into her like a savage and fuck her until she couldn’t move, completely sated from sexual satisfaction screaming for more.  It was all a matter of which side was stronger when I got my hands on her.

I pulled into my garage and just as I hit the doorway to the house a thought hit me, one that I realized that I hadn’t had about Addison in over twenty years.  The way she kept biting her lip at dinner was so sexy, it was that thought that made me wonder what those sexy lips would feel like sliding up and down my hard cock.  I shuddered with excitement at the thought.  I walked through the door into the kitchen.  I opened up the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.  I went into the front hallway and dropped my keys on the table and walked to my bedroom.  The starlight was shining through the floor to ceiling windows so I didn’t have to turn on any lights when walking through.  The light always looked gorgeous reflecting off of the pool water.  Most nights I either stood in the window admiring or even ventured out for a late night swim.  Tonight my mind was elsewhere.  I was focused on Addison Faith McDaniels.

I walked into my bedroom, stripped off all of my clothes, turned on the shower and stepped in.  I stood there watching the glass shower doors steam up as I let the warm water run all over my body.  A body that looked completely different from the last time that Addison had seen it.  I wondered if she would like it.  I’ve never had any complaints, but they weren’t Addie.  I thought about the changes that her body had gone through over the years as she matured.  She was absolutely remarkable at eighteen, so I know she’s stunning at thirty-eight.

As the water hit my body I imagined that Addie was in the shower with me.  Her face and chest pressed into the glass as I grabbed her hips and slowly entered her from behind.  She places her hand on the glass door and uses it as leverage to push back into me, leaving an imprint in the steamed up glass of her gorgeous round breasts. The sight makes my knees weak.  She stands on her tip toes to take me in even more.  My hands on her hips I continue sliding her up and down on my hard manhood.  The heat from the shower and the heat of her wrapped around me feel so good.  I increase my thrusts, faster and harder. I feel her walls starts to shake and I feel her clamp around my erection.  I reached up and pinch and pull on her nipple.  She lets out a loud moan.  She bucks against me and I know she’s ready.  I pinch and pull her nipple harder with one hand and with my other hand; I lean on the glass wall so that my chest is on her back.  I’m all the way to the hilt inside of her.  I slam in, then pull out until I have just the tip in. I slam in again.  She shakes and screams and I feel her heat run down my leg.  Slowly she pulls herself off of me, turns around and drops to her knees.  She takes me in her mouth.  It’s so hot and wet.  The sensation of it and the sight of her almond shaped eyes looking up at me are almost too much.  I pull my engorged manhood out so that only the head remains touching her lips.  She licks it and sucks it. 
Fuck Addison,
I growl.  She grabs my ass and pulls me into her mouth.  Sucking and licking, I can’t take it anymore and I explode in her mouth.  She makes a small choking sound, but takes it all in and swallows.  I feel like I could pass out.

I’m shocked back to reality after the water in my shower runs cold, watching the last remnants of my essence run down the drain.  I tremble at the cold water and turn off the shower.  I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist.  I need to warm up so I decide to step out on my patio.  I have high fences for security reasons.  I like to have women over and they like to swim at night with no bathing suits so I need to make sure there are no unwanted visitors to our party. 

I drop the towel and lay back on one of my patio chairs.  I’m looking up at the night sky wondering what Addison is doing at this moment.  My imagination had always been active when it came to her and apparently it still was.  I imagined that she walked out of the door sliding glass doors and straddled my chair.  Her knees on both sides of my chest, she slid herself down on my waiting, throbbing erection.  I wasn’t in the mood for slow. I had waited for this and she was going to know.  As soon as she was positioned right over the tip, I grabbed her hips and slammed her into me.  I picked her up and slammed her again.  Her moan sounded like a mixture of pleasure and pain.  I slammed into her again and again until her body trembled and her juices ran down my shaft.  She tried to get up. “I’m not done with you yet,” I said. 

I helped her to turn so that her knees were still on the sides of my chest, but her back was facing me.  I pushed her forward and lifted my hips into her.  She begged me to stop while she continued to push against me grinding her hips into me.  “I’ll stop when you come for me baby,” I said to her.  She was ready to give me what I wanted.  I slammed deep into her and then lay very still letting her work for her orgasm.  Grinding her hips back and forth while I was deep inside her.  I thrust deep once again.  She moaned.  She picked herself up off of my shaft and slammed herself back down.  I moaned.  She did it again, and then began to grind her hips again and with that her whole body started to convulse.  “That’s exactly what I wanted,” I said as I felt her juices run down my shaft again. “Now it’s my turn.”  I lifted her off of my throbbing manhood with ease and placed her on her knees on the chair.  I stepped behind her and straddled the chair and in one swift motion was hilt deep inside of her.  Grabbing her hips I slammed repeatedly into her until I was ready for my release.  As I exploded, I yelled out her name, “Addison.”  When I opened my eyes, I was still lying in my lawn chair with my now limp dick in my hand and a mess on my stomach.  I got up and grabbed my towel off the ground where I dropped it, wiped off and walked back inside.  After making sure everything was closed and locked up I went to bed, eager to see Addison in the morning.

Chapter 16

Addison

I thought about Stephen last night and a couple of times this morning.  It was probably a good thing that Chandi was with her dad because I was a little louder in my thoughts than I had anticipated.  I really enjoyed my date with Stephen last night.  He’s such a gentleman and so easy to talk to, it’s a connection that feels like we’ve known each other for years.

After lying in bed for a little enjoying the afterglow of my thoughts about Stephen, I got up, threw on some sweat pants and walked into my adjoining bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth.  Then it was off to the kitchen.  The sun was already shining brightly, so I stopped in the living room and opened up the curtains to allow the sunlight to shine through the room.  I yawned as I walked into the kitchen, wondering what time it was.  I looked at the clock on the microwave.  It reads “8:23.” 
Ugh,
I thought. 
It’s way too early.
  The problem with running your own boutique is that even on my days off I woke up long before I wanted to.  I figured that I’d been up for about an hour already, if not more.  I opened up the pantry and pulled out a bag of coffee.
It feels like a Starbucks Willow day,
I thought.  I grabbed the filters and dropped one in the coffee pot, measuring out four scoops.  I filled the pot to level eight and poured the water into the receptacle and turned the pot on.  I walked over to the fridge. I was in the mood for an omelet this morning.  As soon as I opened the door, I heard my phone chime. 
Text message,
I thought.  I grabbed the eggs, milk and cheese and set them on the counter before jogging back to my room to check the phone.  It was my ex-husband Chad.

(8:26am)

Chad: Hey Ad, I need to bring Chandi back early.  I’ve got some stuff to do.

(8:29am)

Addison: Chad I have plans too.

I waited for his irritated reply.  He was always trying to bring Chandi back early.  I used to try to force the issue, but had since given up.

(8:31a)

Chad: Ad, don’t be difficult.  The shop is closed today, so I know you aren’t busy.

Addison:  Chad I have plans.  Call mom and see if she can take her.

Again, I waited.

(8:35a)

Chad: What the fuck are you doing today?

Addison:  Chad I have plans today.  You can keep Chandi until you’re supposed to, which is 8 or you can call mom and see if she’ll keep her.

Chad:  Stop being a bitch Ad.  WTF!  What do you have planned today?

Addison: That stopped being your business almost 4 years ago.

Chad: Fuck you Ad!

Addison: Feelings mutual Chad!

When I met Chad in high school, he was such a good guy or at least I thought he was.  We were together all through high school and college. We got married about two years after we graduated.  I guess I knew when we got married that he was an asshole, but I felt like we had been together for so long that I didn’t want to waste all of that time together.  The only good that came from that was my beautiful Chandi Trishelle Reynolds. 

My phone chimed again.

(8:42am)

Chad: Ad! I’m sorry.

Addison: Ok

Chad: No, really.

Addison: Ok

Chad: Are you back with Travis?

Addison: That’s not really any of your business but no

Chad: Good he’s an ass

Addison: Call mom Chad

With phone in hand, I walked back into the kitchen to start my eggs.  I cracked two eggs into a bowl and dropped the shells into the disposal.  I added some shredded cheese, a splash of milk and a little of salt and pepper.  I beat the eggs and set the bowl on the counter.  I walked over to the stove and pulled the drawer out from underneath grabbed a cast iron skillet and set it on top of the stove.  I walked back to the fridge and grabbed some margarine.  I threw it in the skillet and added my eggs.  I absent-mindedly stirred my eggs instead of making the omelet I had intended.  Chad always threw me off, even four years after our divorce.  I don’t know why I still let him get to me.  The singing of my phone brought me back to the present.  I answered without looking at it.

“I told you to call mom and see if she’ll keep Chandi.  I have plans Chad!” I yelled into the phone.

“Good morning,” I heard his deep baritone voice say.  “My mom loves kids, but I think she’s busy today,” he chuckled.

“Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry.  I thought you were my ex-husband.  He’s trying to back out of keeping her this afternoon.”

“Do we need to reschedule?”

“No, no, no!  He will be fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.  So what did you have in mind for today?” I said, stirring my eggs before they burned.

“I was thinking wine tasting if that still sounds okay to you.  Then after that if you are up for it, we could grab some coffee.  Something to help tone down the alcohol,” he laughed.

“That sounds spectacular.”

“What time do I need to have you back to your daughter?”

“He’s keeping her until eight tonight.  We have plenty of time.”

“Great, does one still work for you?”

“That’s perfect.”

“Fantastic, will you text me your address please, so that I can put it in the GPS?”

“I’ll do it right now.”

“Great see you soon Addison.”

I hung up the phone and got butterflies in my stomach.  I was excited about not just the wine tasting, but about being with Stephen again.  I turned the stove off, grabbed a plate and scraped my very well done eggs on to it.  I grabbed a cup of coffee added my sugar and cream and took my plate into the living room.  It was days like this that I wished I had a patio so that I could sit outside and enjoy the sunshine before it got too hot.  I sat on the couch and turned on the TV.  I mindlessly watched the ID Channel while I ate my breakfast.  I was almost finished eating when I heard my phone chime.  I took my plate back in the kitchen and dropped it in the sink.  I reached for my phone knowing exactly who it was.

(9:22am)

Chad: I’ll be there at 8 sharp.  I have shit to do Ad, don’t be late.

I just shook my head at the message.  Same old Chad.  I seriously wondered what I ever saw in him.  I plopped back on the couch and flipped through the channels again before I gave up.  I was too anxious to sit still.  I decided to run on the treadmill in my room.  I walked into my room and removed the pile of clothes that had taken residence on my treadmill.  I pulled on a pair of socks and my running shoes.  I grabbed my iPod, popped in my ear buds and started up the machine that had become my arch rival.  I hated running. I realized even more so after I purchased that stupid treadmill, but right now I needed to burn off some nervous energy.  I set the timer for 30 minutes and began my run.

All my run managed to do was tire out my legs.  It did little for my nervous energy.  I stepped off of the treadmill and walked into my bathroom.  I turned the hot water on full blast.  I was hoping a hot shower might help me to relax.  I stepped in the shower and laughed at some of Chandi’s shower toys that had found their way from her bathroom to mine. 
She’s a mess
, I laughed to myself.  I let my head fall back and let the water run through my hair and down my body.  The hot water felt good on my skin.  I reached for my shampoo and washed my hair.  Then I added conditioner and let it sit in my hair.  I grabbed my body wash and lathered up my loofah.  Slowly I ran the loofah over my over my breasts and down my stomach, enjoying the feel of the smooth soap on my skin.  I imagined the loofah was Stephen’s hand, moving from one breast to the other and down my stomach again.  Slowly sliding his hand further and further down toward my warm center. 

I took the loofah and gently ran it across my hips to my ass, imaging how his hands would feel making the same journey.  I reached up for the shower massager and used it to tease my inner folds with one hand and ran the loofah around my breasts with the other, imagining that it was his mouth and hand touching me instead of the massager and loofah.   When I felt my pleasure building I held the steady stream on my clit and pinched my nipples.  The warmth of the shower and the pressure on my clit had me shaking in ecstasy in a matter of minutes.  I finished washing up and rinsed out my hair.  Grabbing my towel, I turned off the shower and dried off.  I wrapped the towel around my head and walked back into my room.  I picked up my cell phone to set an alarm so that I could take a nap after my vigorous shower session and saw that I had a message.

(10:10am)

Chad: Don’t be late. I’m serious.

I chose not to respond because I knew he was just trying to rile me up.  I wasn’t in the mood to play his games today.  I had better men to think of.  I set my alarm for eleven-thirty and climbed into the bed. 
I can nap for almost an hour, perfect,
I thought as I drifted off to sleep.