Hide from Mrs. Cleft

"Who is it?" The sound of Mr. Wood's voice startles you.

He's standing in the kitchen eating a piece of toast you left on your plate. He walks around the center island and approaches the front door. You leap from the stairs and grab his arm.

"You can't answer that!" You whisper to him. "It's Sara Cleft. What if she saw us?"

"So?" He shrugs. "I'm your neighbor, just visiting for a swim."

He looks you up and down, your growing body bulging out everywhere on your micro-bikini.

"I mean what if she saw us...together!" You hiss. "What is she figured it out?"

The knocking sounds at the door again. Mr. Wood reaches for the door, but you yank his hand away. He laughs.

"Oooh," he teases, "what if mean old Mrs. Cleft finds out about Mr. Wood and little Joy Applebottom?"

"It's not funny!" You whisper.

You walk over to the couch in the living room and rest one knee on the frabic. You lean against the back of the couch so you can just see out the window. You can see someone at your front door, standing on your front step and waiting for someone to answer the door.

"She's not leaving," you complain and then stifle a yelp as Mr. Wood's hands take hold of your hips.

The big older man presses his shorts-wrapped groin into the cleft of your ass.

"Stop it," you complain.

He ignores your complaint and leans over your back to peek out the window.

"She's not going away," he observes.

He lets go of you and you stand up and turn around. He doesn't move away so you are pressed in between the couch and Mr. Wood's big belly.

"We have to hide in here until she goes," you say, laying your palms against his stomach.

Mr. Wood wraps his arm around your still fairly slender waist and pulls you against him.

"We'll have to think of something to do," he says, his hand roving down your back to cup one of your exposed cheeks.

"Is that all you think about?" You scold him.

He fakes a wounded expression, but his mischievous smile doesn't fade.

"When I'm around you," he leans down and kisses you on the lips.

You let his tongue invade your mouth and melt in his strong arms as his hands caress your bikini-clad butt. You can feel the older man's hard cock pressing against your belly.

Mr. Wood pushes you back against the couch. You can tell he wants to fuck you right there by the window. It might be better to take him upstairs. Although the risk of getting caught by Mrs. Cleft is somehow exciting...