they’d woken her but because each of the girl’s moans could have been hers. Right this second, Maggie could be the one with Jon between her legs, his cock buried deep within her.
The girl cried out and the springs creaked even more loudly. Maggie got off the bed. She couldn’t listen any longer because he was giving her what sounded like a hell of an orgasm. Maggie really needed one of those.
She walked to the balcony door and looked out. Jon sat by the pool reading and drinking a beer. If it wasn’t him with the girl, then who…
He looked up and spotted her before she had chance to dive out of sight.
“Are they being too loud for you?” he called up to her.
“It’s no problem,” she shouted back.
Jon shouted something in Spanish. The couple both shouted something back to him. About ten minutes later Maggie heard Jon’s voice, the girl’s voice and another guy, who’d obviously joined them. She glanced out to see the girl and guy with their arms around one another saying their goodbyes to Jon.
Maggie tried to dart out of view again but just wasn’t fast enough for Jon’s eagle eye. She’d been caught yet again.
“I’m sorry if they disturbed you. The girl is Miguel’s niece and I let them use the spare room because they both live with their parents and, well, you know how that goes when you’re young and in love.”
Yeah, Maggie knew exactly how that went. She and her ex-husband had been forced to use the backseat of his car for their sexual adventures.
“Don’t worry about it,” she called down to him.
“You want to join me for a drink?”
God, he was tempting. She was wide awake, probably wouldn’t get back to sleep for ages. Hot and thirsty, too.
“Okay, I’ll be right down.”
“Wine okay for you?” he shouted to her.
“Perfect.”
Maggie took off her bathrobe, slipped on some panties, decided to forgo a bra and found the closest T-shirt to where she stood. It was too hot for pants so she opted for her floral skirt. She slid her feet into flip-flops and headed downstairs.
The crickets were in full chorus again as she made her way down the dark path and up to Jon’s front door. It was open but she knocked anyway.
“Come in.”
She stepped inside, noticing that Jon had lit candles in the living room. A bottle of wine and two glasses sat on the coffee table. He was shirtless and shoeless and looked more gorgeous than ever in his tight jeans. Maybe she should tell him she’d changed her mind, that she was too tired after all. But she couldn’t keep avoiding him.
“Hope you like white wine. It’s from a local vineyard. I should drive you out there one day because they have a tasting every afternoon.”
She sat as he poured her a glass and handed it to her, then sat beside her. His body heat penetrated her legs. He was too close for her liking. The smell of his aftershave or cologne filled the air around her. The humidity in the air amplified it, making her feel almost lightheaded. She’d make sure she only had the one glass of wine so she could keep her faculties. Only once in her life had she foolishly had sex while she was under the influence. Never again. She’d woken up in a strange bed, alone, her underwear and clothing scattered around the room with no recollection of what had happened. She’d been only eighteen and that had happened right before she’d met her future husband. At forty-six, she knew better.
Maggie took her first sip. It was the best wine she’d ever tasted. Just like Jon, it too would be difficult to resist.
“Once again I’m sorry for the disturbance. I didn’t realise they were going to be so vocal.”
“Well, she sounded like she had a good time.”
“Her parents are really strict with her. Her mother is Miguel’s sister so I really shouldn’t encourage her to have sex with her boyfriend here at the house, but I know what it’s like when you need a good fuck and can’t.”
Maggie took two more sips. Was he saying that for her
The girl cried out and the springs creaked even more loudly. Maggie got off the bed. She couldn’t listen any longer because he was giving her what sounded like a hell of an orgasm. Maggie really needed one of those.
She walked to the balcony door and looked out. Jon sat by the pool reading and drinking a beer. If it wasn’t him with the girl, then who…
He looked up and spotted her before she had chance to dive out of sight.
“Are they being too loud for you?” he called up to her.
“It’s no problem,” she shouted back.
Jon shouted something in Spanish. The couple both shouted something back to him. About ten minutes later Maggie heard Jon’s voice, the girl’s voice and another guy, who’d obviously joined them. She glanced out to see the girl and guy with their arms around one another saying their goodbyes to Jon.
Maggie tried to dart out of view again but just wasn’t fast enough for Jon’s eagle eye. She’d been caught yet again.
“I’m sorry if they disturbed you. The girl is Miguel’s niece and I let them use the spare room because they both live with their parents and, well, you know how that goes when you’re young and in love.”
Yeah, Maggie knew exactly how that went. She and her ex-husband had been forced to use the backseat of his car for their sexual adventures.
“Don’t worry about it,” she called down to him.
“You want to join me for a drink?”
God, he was tempting. She was wide awake, probably wouldn’t get back to sleep for ages. Hot and thirsty, too.
“Okay, I’ll be right down.”
“Wine okay for you?” he shouted to her.
“Perfect.”
Maggie took off her bathrobe, slipped on some panties, decided to forgo a bra and found the closest T-shirt to where she stood. It was too hot for pants so she opted for her floral skirt. She slid her feet into flip-flops and headed downstairs.
The crickets were in full chorus again as she made her way down the dark path and up to Jon’s front door. It was open but she knocked anyway.
“Come in.”
She stepped inside, noticing that Jon had lit candles in the living room. A bottle of wine and two glasses sat on the coffee table. He was shirtless and shoeless and looked more gorgeous than ever in his tight jeans. Maybe she should tell him she’d changed her mind, that she was too tired after all. But she couldn’t keep avoiding him.
“Hope you like white wine. It’s from a local vineyard. I should drive you out there one day because they have a tasting every afternoon.”
She sat as he poured her a glass and handed it to her, then sat beside her. His body heat penetrated her legs. He was too close for her liking. The smell of his aftershave or cologne filled the air around her. The humidity in the air amplified it, making her feel almost lightheaded. She’d make sure she only had the one glass of wine so she could keep her faculties. Only once in her life had she foolishly had sex while she was under the influence. Never again. She’d woken up in a strange bed, alone, her underwear and clothing scattered around the room with no recollection of what had happened. She’d been only eighteen and that had happened right before she’d met her future husband. At forty-six, she knew better.
Maggie took her first sip. It was the best wine she’d ever tasted. Just like Jon, it too would be difficult to resist.
“Once again I’m sorry for the disturbance. I didn’t realise they were going to be so vocal.”
“Well, she sounded like she had a good time.”
“Her parents are really strict with her. Her mother is Miguel’s sister so I really shouldn’t encourage her to have sex with her boyfriend here at the house, but I know what it’s like when you need a good fuck and can’t.”
Maggie took two more sips. Was he saying that for her
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