Crescent City Secrets - Chapters 11&12 - Sex Stories

Crescent City Secrets - Chapters 11&12

... When she stepped onto the back porch, the afternoon heat hit her all over again. “Wow. It must be really hot underneath the house,” she said aloud. The sky was an unusual dark purple, gray, and red. It looked like it would rain soon, which still confounded Haden. She had no clue how it could rain in such heat. The scuffle of his boots allowed Haden to find Sayid. He was underneath the house, only his boots sticking out. She squatted down to call out to him. “It must be really hot under there. Would you like something to drink?” “Yes, please. Some water?” His accent was mix of half a dozen things that Haden couldn't place. She went back inside and made him a large glass of ice water and then headed back out. “Here you go.” Haden waited as the man began to scoot, feet first, out of the house. His feet emerged, then his legs...and then Haden saw his cock. His shorts had pushed up as he slid out and he must not have been wearing very accommodating underwear. It lay pressed against his thigh by tension of his shorts. Haden swallowed. It was so different looking than Andrew's. Or even the French boy's. His skin was naturally darker and there was a tiny mole along his shaft. He was uncut and the foreskin was pulled back, exposing a thick head. Sayid was apparently unaware of this as he continued to shimmy his way out on his back. Haden continued to stare. A little voice in her head was screaming at her to look away, but she couldn't. The man came out and stood, attempting to get ...

... the dirt and cob webs from his hair. He reached out and took the water casually and began gulping it down. Haden was still transfixed. When he finally noticed Haden staring he followed her gaze. “Oh my! I'm so sorry, Mrs. Thorne.” He passed her back the glass and with one hand began to shove his cock back up the leg of his shorts while with the other he pulled downward at the material. “Wow,” was all Haden could think of to say. She took a long drink of her gin and tonic, her eyes never leaving the workman's crotch. Even with his cock tucked back away, she could see the shape contained within his shorts. “I am so sorry, Mrs. Thorne,” he repeated. But then he noticed her staring and for a long moment, they just stood there, both of their faces implacable. The very mildly, almost quietly he said, “You liked it?” Almost imperceptibly, Haden nodded, her drink still at her lips. A large drop of cold moisture fell from the end of the glass and landed on her cleavage and ran down inside her bikini. She felt lightheaded. There was another long pause before he added, “You want to see it again?” Haden was frozen. She didn't know if it was fear or desire or uncertainty. Regardless, she couldn't seem to give him an answer of any kind. Not even a nod. She wanted to swallow again, but her mouth was too dry. After what seemed like an eternity, he decided that her non-answer was a yes. He unbuttoned his shorts slowly, pulled them down just an inch or so and reached in. He pulled his cock out ...