something.
'How does a nice big wedge of cheddar cheese sound?' she asked.
'Great,' he nodded.
'Good,' she answered, rising and walking toward the back door of the house. 'I'll see if I can dig up some crackers too.'
When she returned to the back yard a few minutes later, Mitch had liberated the table cloth from the table and spread it on the grass. With two drinks in hand, he nodded for her to join him.
'Hope you don't mind, but for the past ten years I've lived in apartments and I just can't get enough of just sitting around on a nice, thick lawn,' he smiled.
'Not at all,' Marta answered, tucking her legs under her as she seated herself across from him. 'Sometimes at night, I come out here and watch the stars for hours.'
'The stars are another thing I missed while working in the city,' he replied, taking a piece of cheese she offered. 'When I was a boy, I lived in a town about this size. My father was an amateur astronomer. He had this telescope he had built himself. Some nights we'd go out and use that old telescope for hours. I used to know the name and position of most of the constellations and major stars.'
Marta didn't comment but leaned back, her eyes rising to the sky.
'I think I'll get one of these redwood fences for our yard,' Mitch mused. 'You could sun bathe in the nude and no one would ever be the wiser.'
'Unless they lived in your house,' Marta smiled. 'Two stories, remember?'
'I promise only to take occasional peeks,' he smiled in return.
She laughed, her dark brown eyes sparkling in the soft glow of the porch light that filtered into the darkness of the evening.
'Seriously,' he grinned, 'you've got a nice place here. Most definitely a home and not a house.'
'Are you trying to say my house has that lived-in look?' she answered.
It was his turn to laugh; 'A home that has the feel of a woman that cares.'
'Thank you,' she nodded. 'I've tried to do the best I could. It hasn't always been easy, but Neal and I've managed fairly well.'
'Neal's a nice boy,' Mitch answered. 'I've met some of the boys Kari dated when we first moved here. I was pleased when she and Neal started going out together.'
'I'll tell Neal he meets with your approval,' Marta answered.
'Oh, no you don't,' he shook his head. 'We fathers, especially those of us who are stepfathers, have to keep up the big, bad, old man image. Can't let any of these young whippersnappers think we actually approve of them dating our daughters.'
If you only knew, she thought, but said. 'All right, I'll keep your secret.'
'Good,' he smiled. 'But at the moment I find Neal's mother a much more interesting subject.'
'There is not much to say about Neal's mother,' Marta smiled. 'I don't think you'd find her a very interesting person. She works, eats and sleeps.'
'Alone?' he suddenly questioned, his eyes homing in on hers.
'I don't see that's any busi… '
Her words were muffled as he leaned forward and lightly kissed her lips. She was surprised, but she didn't jerk away from him.
'I'd like to make it my business,' he answered, his eyes meeting hers for another instant. Then his head moved forward again.
There was no surprise in his kiss this time, but still she didn't pull away. His tongue flicked against her Ups, parting them, then moving into her mouth. His arms closed around her drawing her closely against his chest. She wanted to wiggle free, but she didn't. There was no resistance in her. She couldn't fool herself by saying she wasn't interested in this man. Because she was. He was attractive, even a little more than a tad bit sexy. He felt good, his chest mashing against her breasts, his arms wrapped around her.
Just this once, she told herself knowing that was lying and this once would open the way for other nights, If word ever got out to the town gossips, it would ruin her. But for some reason it just didn't matter at the moment.
Almost of its own accord, her tongue flicked over the oral probe he explored her mouth with. His kiss was gentle, but firm. It asked and demanded at the same time. She answered both by snuggling closer to him. Her breasts seemed to strain against the bra that held them, trying to escape.
His lips drifted from her and softly pressed against her neck. Shivers of warm delight suffused her body. She moaned softly, no thoughts of refusing him remaining in her mind.
'You've slept alone too long,' he whispered as his hands gently lowered her to her back on the grass. 'You're too handsome a woman to be with= out a man.'
She didn't have time to offer a reply, even if she wanted to. His mouth once again covered hers, this time her tongue leaping forward to rush over his. His hands caressed the sides of her face for a moment, then drifted down along her neck, alighting on the bulges of her breasts. She didn't attempt to conceal the quiver of excitement trembling through her body.
And he didn't ignore it.
With a firm squeeze to her tits, his hands rose to the top of the white blouse she wore, working the first button free. Four buttons later and two snaps, her blouse and bra were tossed aside. Her breaths were deep and aroused as he pushed up from her and gazed down on the shimmering domes of her naked tits.
'Beautiful,' he whispered. 'You're a very beautiful woman, Marta Winter!'
'Not much of a woman,' she shook her head. 'Not during the past eight years.'
'I plan to change that right now,' he smiled, his voice assuring her that's exactly what he intended to do. Letting her watch him, he reached out and caressed the silk-covered pillows of her breasts. He made no attempt to disguise the pleasure he found in those resilient bans of flesh. His fingers worked and molded the pliant flesh of her tits, delighting in the low moans of arousal he brought from her sensually parted lips.
Her breasts glowed with a summery warmth, a sexual heat of desire. She felt the two buttons of her nipples come to life, fattening under the tender ministrations of his exploring fingertips. She felt swollen, wonderfully swollen, as if her tits were at least twice their normal size. She glanced down as he rolled her breasts up on her chest. They weren't, but they damn sure felt that way.
His hands released the white globes and allowed them to bounce back into their original shape. He tugged and pulled at them, reveling in their satiny feel as they squelched up between his fingers. And when he had played to his and her satisfaction, he leaned over and lightly kissed the rubbery bud of one of her nipples.
'Ohhhhhhh,' her sibilant moan revealed the deep pleasure of that gentle kiss.
Then his lips closed around her nipple. His tongue flicked out and tauntingly swirled around the fleshy bud. She tasted good to him, the taste of a woman.
Hot flames of lust licked through her body on g direct line from her breasts to her loins as he sucked at that aching crest. Hard and long he sucked, awaking the burning flames of passion. She groaned, reaching behind his head and pulling him down, forcing him to accept more of her flesh into his mouth.
Willing, he responded to her needs, gobbling up as much of the succulent tit flesh as possible and then some. And as his mouth eased from that one peak, he dropped down on the other, busying it with a barrage of arousing sensations.
Simultaneously, his hands crept down the curves of her sides, his fingers tucking under the elastic bands of the slacks she wore and her panties at the same time. She lifted her hips a bit, helping him slide them down over her emphatically flaring hips.
When his mouth at last released the marvelous hold it held on her tit, he rose and immediately began to attack the buttons of his shirt while she peeled her slacks and undergarments from her legs, tossing them beside her blouse and bra.
Her body was a soft, glowing white in the dim light coming from the back porch. His eyes drifted over the shapely curves of her legs for a moment, then rose to the dark patch of her pubis. Her thighs spread lewdly, allowing him a full view of the womanly knoll of her cunt.
Quickly working his trousers free, he peeled away the briefs he wore. His cock, hard and rigid, poled from his loins like a lance of lust. He watched her own gaze drop to the throbbing shaft of his sex. Her eyes widened
