Midnight Caller

By the pale, dim light of the moon Snake made out the features of Mrs. Grayson. She stood beside his bed. He watched as she undid her robe and climbed up into his bed. As she slid under the covers, Snake felt her naked skin. She pressed close to him.

“I can’t understand why I am doing this,” she whispered, “I’m a proper lady, but you have me acting like one of the fancy ladies in a whorehouse.”

Snake’s hand caressed soft flesh. “You are certainly no harlot. I reckon that you’ve been just too long without some tenderness.”

Snake’s hands explored Janice’s body. They roamed from her soft hair to her tender breasts across her flat belly and into her wet privates. She moaned and gasped as Snake worked his fingers in and over her pussy and as he toyed with her now hard clit. She cried out the first time she came; Snake’s fingers exploring the depths of her pussy.

Snake moved over the woman, spread her legs, and entered her. Janice wrapped her legs around the cowboy, pulling him in deeper into her pussy. They fucked. Snake plowed into her repeatedly, she begged him for more – harder – faster. She cried out louder when she came again just before Snake rammed into her hard and exploded deep within her belly.

As he came, Snake was sure he heard someone moving in the hallway. Mrs. Grayson, sighing softly, nestled up against him. They lay entwined for a long time. “I can’t stay,” Mrs. Grayson explained as she picked up her robe and crossed the room. Quietly, she left the room and headed back downstairs to her quarters.

A few minutes later Snake again heard movement in the hallway. It was right outside his door. Silently, he pulled on a nightshirt and crept to the door. He pulled it open.