Summary: Every morning Danielle Duncan would take the exact same spot on her porch at about 6am. She’d sit patiently – her eyes scanning the deathly quiet streets of their upper class neighborhood…relishing in the view of their paperboy speeding by. She was most definitely infatuated with the young man. He was to her a pleasurable fantasy and her ultimate crush. But, today was going to be different. Today, she was going to do things her way – how she wanted – starting with having her first real conversation with him…
Contains: Alternate Universe, General, Humor, Romance
Part 1
Every morning she’d take the exact same spot on her porch at about 6am. She’d cautiously amble out of her bedroom that she shared with her husband, wrapping herself in one of their many robes – making a detour in the kitchen to brew her up a cup of coffee, and then take her place on their swinging chair awaiting, anticipating his arrival.
This was her daily early morning routine. She’d sit patiently – her eyes scanning the deathly quiet streets of their upper class neighborhood while sipping on her cup of steamy ‘Joe’ to warm her body up from the chilly early morning breeze. Her husband was a late riser, so she usually had an hour before he’d wake up. It was a blissful hour before she’d be back to her regular, monotone, dull life.
But, for that one hour of bliss, Danielle Duncan or DD like her friends called her, relished in the view of their paperboy speeding by on his top of the line full-suspension mountain bike.
She was most definitely infatuated with the young lad who she pegged as no older than eighteen years of age. He was to her a pleasurable fantasy and her ultimate crush. She got immensely turned on from just staring at him, noting how his muscles contracted and relaxed as he’d peddle by, waving good morning to her, making his rounds around the neighborhood before he’d head home to prepare for school. He entered college this year; so to her dismay, she knew it wouldn’t be long before he gave up this little job that he’d been doing since he was eleven years old.
Danielle watched him grow up into a gorgeous young man. She wasn’t sure when it happened, but somewhere along the lines of him speeding by and greeting her on his way – she grew an irreversible attraction to him. He was breathtaking in her eyes yet he seemed almost oblivious to that fact. He was modest and took her compliments with stride, never faltering with his ‘thank you-s’ of gratitude and that pearly white smile. He had no clue of the effect he had on these desperate house wives in their neighborhood who lacked care and affection from their husbands.
Danielle had to laugh at that fact because she also loved the show desperate house wives, simply because it mirrored her own life…
However, her thoughts were soon interrupted when she heard the faint ringing of his bell and the swishing sounds of his peddling. He was nearby; she could tell.
Standing on her feet, Danielle gripped her robe clad body while taking a sip of the dark hot substance in her mug as she peered over her porch, noticing his speedy arrival. She looked on in awe as his strong muscular arms flung the folded newspapers unto the doorsteps of the various houses – his aim always on point. It came with years of practice of course.
The closer he got, the deeper and more strained Danielle’s breathing became. She had it bad and she didn’t care who found out. Shit, she was young. She was twenty-eight years, soon to be twenty-nine in a few weeks. She deserved a little indulgence in her life. Her husband did nothing for her anymore. They always fought and she was just so fed up of it all.
That’s why she always came out here. Her paperboy could take her away from her reality if only for a few minutes every morning. She’d usually remain seated after he was long gone, wishing that just once his aim would miss and he’d have to get off his bike and walk up their driveway to hand her their paper, but, to no avail. Still a girl could dream right?
Well, Danielle was tired of dreaming. She was sick of her husband’s infidelity too. Yes, he was cheating. She knew he was. The sent of another woman’s perfume, strands of blonde hair left in the car – on his clothes – and the lip-stick marks on his collar proved it.
She had had enough. She would do something about it too. She would give him a taste of his own medicine. For once, her husband would be on the receiving end.
The difference in today was: she was alone.
There was no one up in her bedroom today waiting for her. There wasn’t another single soul in that two-story house. Her husband left the night before on a ‘business trip’ though Danielle highly doubted there would be any business involved except shoving his dick into his secretary.
The thought alone irked her to no end. She felt irate, betrayed and vengeful. Oh, today would be the change of things in her marriage that was for sure. Today she was going to do things her way – how she wanted – starting with having her first real conversation with their paperboy.
Mustering up all the courage she could gather, Danielle placed down her half-empty cup of coffee and ambled down her driveway just as their paperboy approached her house.
She knew her change in location threw him off for a split second because he instantly swerved in the street when he noticed her approaching.
Giggling to herself, she waved at him and he did something he never did since he began his little job on their route some years ago. He stopped – he braked right in front of where Danielle stood at the end of the sidewalk for more than a split second to acknowledge any compliment she’d usually shout his way…
“Mrs. Duncan?” He arched his brows at her in question, wondering why she was standing on the side of the street at one of the coldest times in the day. The fact that it was nearing winter didn’t make things any better.
“Good morning Justin. And how are you today?” She held a smooth, radiant yet cunning smile as she took in his befuddled expression. Apparently her change in routine had intrigued him.
He eyed her curiously, his blues twinkling with reticence. He wasn’t quite sure how to speak to her other than his regular ‘thank you and have a nice day.’
“I uh, I’m fine. How are you today?” He questioned, his grip tightening around the handlebar of his bike as he shifted uncomfortably on the saddle. Danielle thought he was too cute for words.
“I’m good. Could be better though.” She sighed with a light shrug, sticking out her bottom lip for effect.
“Oh, what’s wrong?” Justin queried, his eyes quickly roaming over Danielle’s form as he slowly licked his lips before his blues connected to her browns.
Moaning in despair, Danielle shifted her weight feeling a little hesitant about voicing her personal affairs to a mere teenager. “Well, I – I don’t want to bother you with my personal problems Justin. I just thought I’d come out here to get my paper this morning. I’ve been…” Drifting off, she watched as Justin grabbed a paper out of the basket attached to the bike before he placed the safety stand down and swiftly got up, parking his bike on the side – out of the street.
Swallowing hard, Danielle gazed in bewilderment as he ambled towards her with a bright grin on his face. He was making this a lot easier than she had imagined. For that brief moment, she thanked her lucky stars that this beautiful young man was a distant indirect part of her life.
Staring up at him long and hard, Danielle took in Justin’s stature of about 6’1. He was always well groomed – his short curls gelled to perfection. He had a firm, toned physic that Danielle always dreamed of seeing unclothed. Today he was wearing a long sleeved black shirt and dark denim jeans that hung dangerously low around his slender waist. He was indeed a sight to behold in her book.
“Mrs. Duncan…” Justin began, snapping Danielle out of her thoughts.
“Danielle.” She replied with a shy smile. “Call me Danielle.”
Darting his tongue over his pink lips again, Justin nodded slowly while clutching her paper in his large masculine hands. Danielle thought about how she’d give anything to have those hands on her body, touching her and caressing her in the most intimate ways…
“Danielle.” Justin echoed – his tone deep and smooth as he continued to eye her. “That’s a pretty name.” he drawled, bringing his fingertips to the hem of his shirt, pulling down on the fabric idly. “So…if you don’t mind sharing or me asking, what’s got you so downhearted?” he inquired, finally extending the newspaper to her.
“I, well it’s a long story.” Taking the item from his grasp, Danielle shrugged and looked around as Justin shook his head – fully understanding. The neighbors would be waking up soon to start their day. If she wanted to finish this conversation with him void speculation, they’d have to do it indoors.
Just then a gush of wind passed by, causing Danielle to shiver involuntarily…
“Listen, you really shouldn’t be out here in your robe Mrs. …I…I mean Danielle. You could get sick. You could catch a cold or something. Maybe you should head in. I need to finish my route.” Justin supplied with a disappointed expression on his face, knowing he should maybe be on his way.
He’d be lying if he said he never noticed Danielle to be a very attractive woman. She was tall, slim and curvaceous. Hell, the only reason he even kept doing this job was to get a glimpse of her every morning, sitting on her porch drinking what he assumed to be a cup of coffee. He always wondered how she liked it, how she took it – her coffee that is – although he still wondered what she was like in bed too. He figured she was probably in her late twenties. Something about older women always attracted him and drew him in. Danielle was no different. She was amazingly beautiful. He constantly imagined what it would be like to pass his hands through her golden brown locks, or kiss those sweet plump caramel brown lips. He bet she tasted wonderful – as sweet as candy. He secretly envied her husband. The man had no idea of the treasure he possessed. But sadly for Justin, she was just a crush. He knew his feelings would never be returned. After all, he was younger than her and not all women dug younger guys…
“Justin…Justin?” Danielle waved her hands in front the young man’s face who seemed to be completely spaced out.
“Wha…huh?” Justin blinked slowly, finally focusing on Danielle who seemed thoroughly amused.
“Thought I lost you there.” She joked, eliciting a sheepish grin from him.
“I uh, I’m sorry I must have blanked out for a bit.” Justin voiced nervously, rubbing the back of his neck – still in thought.
“That’s fine. I was asking you if you wanted to come in for a cup of coffee. It should still be hot. I brewed it a few minutes ago.” Danielle suggested, hoping he’d agree.
“I…I can’t… I mean my route…”
“You’ll be in and out in no time. Don’t worry. I was just thinking since you showed concern about my well being, I could stand to share with you and give the shortened version of why I’m upset.” She gave a weak smile, not really wanting to face the reality of being alone in that big house. If she could have his company for a few minutes, she’d have something to go on for the rest of the day.
“Well, I, I guess that’s o-ok.” Justin stuttered, gazing around the still quiet neighborhood. Danielle ginned widely at Justin’s acceptance, quickly whipping around and instructing him to follow her.
He couldn’t believe what was happening right now. He had a job to do though and knew there would be complaints if the newspapers weren’t delivered on time. But, he’d be a fool if he declined this invitation. He knew that much… “Your husband won’t mind would he?” Justin suddenly inquired, remembering she was indeed married much to his displeasure.
“He’s gone…on a business trip.” Danielle spat bitterly, ushering Justin up her driveway and unto the porch.
“Oh ok.”
Following closely behind, Justin guessed that Danielle’s lack of content had something to do with her husband by her tone of voice. He wasn’t so sure he wanted to know either. But he did ask what was wrong, so whatever she was willing to share he’d be all ears…
Swinging the front doors to her home open, Danielle led Justin inside, heading straight for the kitchen to pour him a cup of coffee after she tossed her newspaper unto a nearby table.
Finally stepping foot into the threshold, Justin inhaled sharply feeling his heartbeat quicken. He was actually inside Danielle Duncan’s home. This was surreal. Wait till his friends found out about this. They were all drooling over her too, but Justin was the only one who had the pleasure of seeing her in her most natural state every morning. He suddenly felt a rush of pride at his accomplishment. His friends would definitely worship him after this.
“So how do you like yours Justin?” Danielle’s voice echoed from somewhere in her spacious kitchen.
Following the sound of her voice, Justin rounded the corner until she came into view. Arching a brow, he leaned against the wall folding his arms across his chest as he examined her with his piercing blues. He itched to tell her he liked his creamy with a smooth caramel brown color but he refrained. He wasn’t so sure how she’d respond to his forwardness.
“Dark is fine.” He finally voiced startling Danielle a bit. She thought he was still out in the living room area.
“Oh I see. Well I like mine with lots of cream usually, until it’s almost milky white.” She mused, causing Justin to chortle in the process.
He wasn’t sure if she was insinuating something or if that was a harmless admittance on her part. Either way, he was enjoying this little change in his regular routine. “That’s…cool.” He stated, not really knowing what else to say.
“Here you go.” Danielle handed Justin his cup and he graciously accepted it as she gulped a large portion down from her own mug.
Casually sipping on his drink, Danielle offered Justin a seat at her island so they could finish their little talk.
“So, I found out my husband has been cheating on me.” Danielle blurted out causing Justin to choke on what he was drinking.
“I’m sorry what?” Justin asked incredulously, wiping at his mouth, coughing lightly.
“You know, when you have sex with someone who’s not your significant other.” Danielle shrugged and Justin just chuckled lightly.
“Come on Mrs. Duncan. I know what cheating is.” Justin laughed even harder causing her to smile shyly.
“I know. And it’s Danielle. I feel so old when I’m called Mrs. Duncan.” She sighed, bowing her head in the process. Maybe she should just send Justin on his way. She had no idea that voicing her husband’s infidelity would hurt her this much. She guessed when you spoke about something it made it all the more real.
Resting his cup down, Justin held an apologetic stare. “Look…Danielle, I’m sorry for saying this but your husband’s an asshole for ever doing that to you and breaking your heart. I mean, he must be crazy to not see the gem he has…” Drifting off, Justin held his breath when Danielle’s head shot up due to his words. “Danielle, you’re not old ok? And your husband is just a jerk. Don’t let him make you think any less of yourself. He has no idea what he’ll be losing. I mean seriously, have you looked at yourself in a mirror? You’re hot!” Justin divulged causing Danielle to giggle in the process. “I mean it woman. You’re so fucking fine I swear, if I was your husband I’d make sure you never left our bedroom…” Trailing off, Justin gave a bashful smile gazing at the dark substance in his cup. What the hell did she put in that coffee? This so wasn’t like him. He literally admitted to being attracted to her. God he was so stupid.
“It’s ok Justin. I don’t mind. Don’t be shy. It’s good to hear I’m still appealing every once in a while.” She sighed lowly, placing her hands on top of his.
“You mean to tell me that guy you married doesn’t wake up every morning showering you with the compliments you so rightfully deserve about how beautiful you are?” Furrowing his brows in astonishment, Justin suddenly understood a little as to why she always seemed so saddened when he’d pass by to drop off their paper every morning. If her husband wasn’t careful, he’d be losing out on something great.
“Look that was sweet of you but, maybe you should get back to your…”
“No.” Justin interrupted her, grabbing her hand and pulling her up with him.
“Excuse me?” Danielle shot in attitude.
Smiling widely, Justin squeezed her hand causing a shiver to travel down Danielle’s spine. “I want to stay a bit longer. Is that ok? And thanks for the coffee by the way.”
“Oh ok. I guess – I guess that’s fine. Listen Justin, I need to tell you something. I hope you don’t think I’m a pervert or anything…”
“It’s cool Danielle I know.” He interjected.
“Wha…what?” She inquired a bit stunned.
“I know the only reason you’re willing to brave the cold every morning is to see me. I think it’s admirable and sweet…look before you get all offensive, I’m well aware of what the women in this neighborhood think about me. I mean guys talk too. I don’t mind being their guilty pleasures you know? It’s definitely a boost to the ego. But when one of my friends mentioned that his mom spoke to you and you admitted to her that you thought I was uh…sexy and you’d like to ‘get a piece of that’?” Justin hesitantly joked, “That definitely gave me a reason to keep doing this paperboy job.” He explained slyly, watching as embarrassment overtook Danielle’s expressions.
“Wow…”
“You know for what it’s worth, I feel the same way.” He added in, a smile playing across his lips.
“Oh well…” She was speechless. She wasn’t sure what to make of Justin’s forwardness. He seemed pretty confident and sure of himself too. Strangely enough that was quite the turn on for Danielle. She could already feel the heat rising in her body and she’d be damned if she didn’t do something about it. She honestly didn’t care anymore. She just wanted to feel. Over a span of a few minutes, this eighteen year old made her feel more like a woman than her husband was able to do for their entire marriage, simply by his kind words. How could she possibly pass that up?
Frowning at Danielle’s lack of verbal reply, Justin dropped her hands, stuffing his own into his jeans pockets. “Well, with that said, I should maybe get going to finish my round. I’m sorry if I came off too strong.” He apologized, feeling slightly out of place.
However, before he could turn to leave, Danielle gripped his shoulders, pulling him towards her with haste. “No! Don’t go Justin. Stay…”
“What? Look Dani…”
But the rest of Justin’s words were cut off when Danielle gripped him by his curls and yanked him down towards her, crashing her lips unto his own…the sudden gesture causing both of them to emit deep satisfied groans of pleasure.
Part 2
Not able to process what was happening so suddenly, Justin allowed Danielle to snake her arms around his neck as she pulled him against the island while their tongues continued to battle in an intensified kiss.
“Mmm…D…Danielle.” Justin groaned, gripping her waist tightly before he pushed her back to get a good look at her, breaking their lip-lock. “What…what are you doing?” He enquired, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
“I think you know Justin.” Danielle replied, snaking her hands down his firm chest to the hem of his shirt.
“But…but…” Justin’s voice hitched in his throat when her cold bare hands grazed over his abs. “Shit…Mrs. Duncan we…Jesus, you’re fucking married!” Justin belted, shoving Danielle away as he breathed erratically.
Staring at him in perplexity Danielle just smirked, folding her arms over her white robe. “You basically just told me you’d fuck me whole day when you stated I’d never leave my bedroom if you were in my husband’s place, now you’re respecting the fact that I have a husband Justin?”
Justin’s eyes widened from Danielle’s rawness. He never labeled her as the type to speak in such a manner no matter the situation. He guessed he was mistaken. He allowed this crush he had on her to paint a picture of a decent, sophisticated, mannered woman. ‘Not that she wasn’t any of those things’, but she was certainly something else as well. She practically leaped on him like he was her prey or something. Yet, he found that extremely sexy for some reason.
“We can’t do this Danielle. It’s wrong on so many levels.” Justin sighed exasperatingly, passing his hands through his curls in frustration. He was getting turned on. He could feel his arousal straining against his jeans but this was just too immoral to even think about fixing his little issue.
“Oh I think we can.” Danielle walked up to him, passing her palms over his cheeks. Sighing, she took in a deep breath getting ready to voice her thoughts. “Justin, you were right. I most definitely brave the cold to get a glimpse of you every morning. I guess I have a crush on you. Shit, I can’t even believe I’m saying this right now. How old are you, eighteen?”
“Nineteen in three months.” Justin beamed proudly.
“Right like that helps.” She scoffed. “The point is we feel the same way and I’m not looking for anything except for us to just let go of all doubts and fears and just fucking…act on this attraction and exercise some spontaneity. I mean it’s harmless right? You’ll be on your way and it will be like nothing happened. If you’re worried, I won’t tell anyone although I’m more the one who should care what people thought if they found out.” Danielle shrugged.
“This wouldn’t happen to be some sick twisted revenge on your husband would it?” Justin’s blues were gleaming with curiosity as he pulled Danielle flush against his chest, dropping his head to place delicate kisses on her neck.
“Uh well, it would only be if he found out, but he…he can’t.” She muttered, swallowing hard as she shut her eyes tightly loving the feel of his velvet soft pink lips on her hot flesh.
“I don’t mind, if that means I’ll get to see you again …” Justin growled, tightening his grip around her waist.
“Justin…”
“Danielle.” He echoed, chuckling at her skepticism while inhaling her fruity scent. “It’s fine with me really. I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” He assured her. Well, so much for his friends worshiping him. At least it was worth it.
Justin knew his better judgment was thrown out the window the moment he stepped foot into her home, so who were they kidding? This was bound to happen. He could feel the sexual tension radiating between them the moment they actually spoke to each other saying anything else other than their simple morning greetings.
“Ugh, fine…” She caved, smiling against his chest as his hands began roaming over her robe looking for where it was tied into a knot.
“Hmmm, so let’s see what we can do about this robe you have on.” He whispered in her ears, feeling her shudder in his hold.
Justin was well aware of the effect his boyish charm had on women. And now, having Danielle in his arms the way he always dreamt was enough to make him milk that charm for all it was worth.
“You need to speed this up Justin. You have to finish your round before everyone is up and leaving for work.” She reminded him, watching as he fiddled with the tight knot on her robe.
“I can definitely handle speed but we’re taking it slower next time.” Lifting his head to stare into her eyes, Justin waited for Danielle to protest. When she said nothing about his statement, he grinned brightly casting his vision to her robe, working on untying it.
“We’re so going to burn for this.” She giggled, helping him with his task.
“I think it’s worth it.” Justin chortled, flipping them around and easily lifting Danielle up to sit on her island.
Yelping slightly when her feet left the floor, she finally undid her robe, dropping her hands so Justin could do the rest.
“Shit, this is…just….Damn.” Justin sighed, passing his hands over his hair as his nerves kicked in. Shit, his mother would kill him if she found out but he sort of enjoyed this being his and Danielle’s little secret.
Pushing his thoughts aside, Justin dipped his head forward capturing Danielle’s lips with his as he pushed open her robe only to be greeted with her naked frame. It took him a few seconds to come out of his shock. Was this how she sat out on her porch every fucking morning? Dear god, he knew if that were the case he could never pass her house straight ever again.
Breaking the kiss they shared, his eyes fell to her mounds that were round, supple and staring right back at him. Licking his lips sensually, Justin leaned forward taking Danielle’s erect chocolate colored nipple into his mouth, loving the sound of her moans as he completely removed her only article of clothing from her body.
He knew he was driving her up the wall and was glad for that because she had the same effect on him.
Wanting to feel all Justin had to offer, Danielle frantically pushed him away, gripping his shirt and pulling it over his head and off his body in one swift motion. She mindlessly tossed it unto a nearby chair in the process. Laughing at her eagerness, Justin stood firm, relishing in Danielle’s naked form, drinking up her beauty as she began groping, feeling and massaging his chest, shoulders and abs.
Jumping off the island, Danielle began fiddling with Justin’s belt buckle, undoing it in record time before she unpinned the button and pulled down the zipper. Giving her some help, Justin shimmied out of his jeans – kicking off his shoes in the process – remaining in just a pair of dark blue boxers that hung low around his waist. The outlining of his hip and trail of hair down to his most private area was exposed for Danielle’s viewing pleasure.
Inhaling deeply, Danielle looked up at the younger man with much appreciation for his well sculpted body. “Oh my god…” She breathed, taking in the huge bulge that was pushing through his boxers, the thin material not leaving much to the imagination.
“I’m liking the rose tattoo on the side of your hips.” Justin admitted in a raspy tone, his mind dazed and his breathing shallow.
“I’m liking your tats too Justin.” Danielle spoke seductively as she gazed into his darkened blues, glazed over with lust.
Giving her a crooked grin, Justin wrapped his arms around her bare waist and lifted her to sit on the island again as she draped her arms around his neck. Resting his nose against her ears, he shut his eyes tightly while breathing in her feminine scent, his dick twitching from anticipation. “So tell me Danielle, are you ready for me?” Justin whispered to her, his voice husky and low, causing every hair on Danielle’s body to stand up.
Shaking her head slowly, she held her breath when Justin used one of his hands to push his boxers down his hips until he kicked them off. Casting her vision to what he was doing, Danielle’s eyes widened as Justin’s erection sprung to life from its bondage. Gasping slightly, her vision remained fixated on his member taking in its length and thickness. Shit, she knew this was a mistake. There was no way this would only happen just this once. Not if she could help it. Her husband had nothing on Justin. She was a little surprised that his lean, young frame housed such a package. She thought he was gorgeous all over, right down to his throbbing dick – rock solid, pinkish at the tip, dripping with pre cum and poking at her inner thighs.
“Like what you see?” Justin’s voice was soft, almost inaudible, but Danielle caught it and the hint of cockiness in his tone.
Lifting her head to smirk at him, she extended her long, toned, slender legs, wrapping them around his waist and pulling him in towards her. Pushing her body to the end of the marbled island in her spacious white and blue tiled kitchen, Justin gripped Danielle’s waist fusing their chests together. He rested his forehead against hers, feeling her quiver in his embrace when one of his hands disappeared between her legs, touching the most sensitive part of her body. He flicked his long fingers over her folds and clit, making sure she was indeed ready for him.
“Shit, you’re so fucking wet…” He groaned. “I’ve…shit I’ve wanted to do this for so fucking long and now…” Swallowing the rest of his words, Justin gazed into Danielle’s browns.
“And now you can…” She smiled sweetly at him, finishing his sentence…
Too engrossed with the rapid beating of their hearts vibrating in his ears, Justin gripped his pulsing shaft and placed the head at Danielle’s entrance, teasing her, taunting her.
He watched as her breathing hitched and her body twitched, her eyes pleading with him to give her what she wanted, what he wanted, what they both wanted…
“Justin oh god, please…” Danielle begged, not caring anymore about their age differences. He was all man in her eyes and she just wanted to feel him.
“What?” He probed with a sinister glimmer in his eyes.
“Ugh! Don’t do this please just….oh god…” Danielle’s head fell back, her eyes widening when Justin slowly started to push his way in without warning. Gasping, she gripped his shoulders for support as he continued to slide in, his size filling her moistness and stretching her walls. “Oh.my.god.” She moaned.
“Fuck…goddamn you’re tight…” Justin hissed, still easing, inching his way in and letting her feel everything he had to offer. When he couldn’t go any further, he stopped, delving, relishing in the skin to skin contact they shared – their breathing shallow, chests heaving, body heat rising.
Sitting up, Danielle leaned forward to place a forceful kiss on his lips as Justin began moving his hips, pulling all the way out and pushing back in, eliciting a guttural moan of pleasure from Danielle.
Wrapping his hands snuggly around her waist and lower back, he massaged her flesh as he set his pace – his thrusts slow and powerful.
Both of them were instantly overpowered with a sense of rapture as they drowned in the sinful pleasures of their matching hip movements, loving the rhythm of their gyrating bodies.
“Oh god…shit…uhhh…” Danielle moaned, too caught up to care about anything else except what Justin was doing to her body.
“Shit, you feel so fucking good Dani…” Justin panted, his speed significantly increasing as he continued to pound into Danielle, moving her further off the island to gain better access. Pulling almost all the way out, he slammed back into her again, causing her to let out a blissful scream when he hit her spot. “Hmm found the treasure spot…” Justin mused, causing Danielle to cut her eyes at him as she tightened her grip around his waist, blushing massively.
“You’re so rude Justin…” She joked, causing him to let out a deep throaty growl.
“So…are…you…” He choked out through each thrust. “Damn…”
Leaning forward to kiss her shoulder blades then neck, Justin’s face contorted in pleasure when he felt her walls constricting around him signaling she was close. “Hold on for me baby, not yet…” He whispered.
“Oh god…” Danielle felt her entire body set on fire as she fought to keep up with Justin’s forceful thrusts as he slammed into her at a quickened pace, continuously hitting her spot, threatening to send her over the edge. “I can’t…” She whined, her orgasm rapidly building in her system.
“Yes you can…look at me…” Justin ordered, his body laced with a coat of sweat as he passed his hands through Danielle’s silky golden brown locks before he cupped her chin in his palm. “Look at me Danielle.” His voice was stern and Danielle instantly locked eyes with him, loving his dominating side. “Just a little bit longer ok babe?” Justin cooed, kissing her lips sweetly as she shook her head in response. “Good, we’re letting go together…” He added in, gripping under her thighs and pulling her lower half off the island to give him a new angle.
Falling back on her elbows, Danielle cried out as a sense of euphoria washed over her, Justin’s new angle causing him to go deeper than before. “Holy shit…” She panted, her walls constricting as her body writhed under his grasp.
“That’s it, almost there girl…” Justin uttered.
His thrusts were now wild and vicious as he worked them both to their climax. His body began twitching and his muscles tensed when his orgasm started to build, the blood surging through his dick with each herculean thrust he made as Danielle’s slickness continued to milk him. “Oh my god…” Justin heaved, leaning forward to rest his head on Danielle’s flat stomach as her back arched off the island – Justin’s speed never faltering. “Let it go Danielle, let it go baby…” Justin finally voiced, not able to hold on any longer himself as he kissed any available flesh his lips could find.
That was all it took before Danielle’s orgasm washed over her, blinding her vision as her body convulsed like an earthquake. Her walls ‘spasmed’ around Justin, bringing him over the edge as well as he grunted out profanities before he shot his hot, sticky substance deep inside of her, coating her walls.
“Shit…shit….” Justin gasped, shutting his eyes tightly as his body continued to jerk violently. Danielle’s walls were still contracting and squeezing the life out of him.
“Oh fuck.” Danielle finally muttered, slowly coming down from her high and what she knew was an ‘earth shattering orgasm.’
Using his last ounce of strength to lift her up, Justin pushed some of her damp hair out of her eyes as he kissed her nose and then lips. “You really are something else Dani.” He chuckled, feeling himself growing limp inside of her.
“So are you Justin.” Danielle beamed, her body giving off a beautiful glow.
“I think, I think we have a little problem.” He joked nervously, sliding out of her.
“What’s that?” Danielle replied, hating the absence of the connection they just shared.
Helping her off the island to stand, Justin shrugged uneasily as he grabbed his discarded boxers, slipping them up his legs and over his hips much to Danielle’s distaste. Grabbing her robe, he handed it to her and watched intently as she wrapped it over her beautiful naked body.
“I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off you which could be problematic.” He divulged, gathering the rest of his clothes to get dressed.
“Justin…” Danielle sighed, groping at her hair and trying to tame it.
“No it’s cool. I know this shouldn’t be a constant or habit but…” drifting off, he slipped on his jeans and shoes in record time.
“It’s ok Justin. I know exactly how you feel.” Danielle cooed, walking up to him and passing her hands down his firm chest feeling him relax under her touch.
“So what do we do?” He inquired, pulling her into his embrace as he held her tightly.
“Well, I’m thinking about getting a divorce. I’ve been thinking about it for some time now. All we do is fight, and after what just happened I just don’t know anymore. I mean, I haven’t been happy for a while now and I just…”
“The love isn’t there like it used to be?” Justin queried, getting his answer when he gazed into her eyes. “Then do what you feel is best Dani.” He sighed, letting her go to put on his shirt.
Tightening the robe around her waist, Danielle moved around the kitchen, placing their empty cups into the sink.
“I should really get going…” Justin voiced, hearing her whimper in disappointment.
“Ok.”
“You know, today was my last day as the paperboy.” He admitted as Danielle led him out the kitchen and towards their front door, stopping abruptly to face him.
“It was?” She asked incredulously.
“Yeah, I started college this year so things are changing. I only kept doing this to see you. Besides I’m a little too old to be the paperboy don’t you think?” Justin chortled, causing Danielle to giggle along with him in agreement. “My little bro’s going to be taking over.” He added in.
“Well I guess that’s good. Good luck with that then and school.” She smiled weakly.
“Hey, I’ll see you again. I only live a few blocks away you know. I was thinking maybe we could go out sometime or…”
“Justin stop.” Danielle warned, watching as his face fell. She didn’t know what she was getting herself into messing with this teenager. He obviously was becoming attached to her. What would people think? What would they say? She couldn’t keep this up; else both of them would be in some serious trouble.
“It’s my age isn’t it?” He hissed.
“What? No Justin, I mean…”
“Just forget it. I should go before…” And just like that his words were cut off by a knock on Danielle’s front door. Panic surged through her body as she and Justin stared at the shadow of a figure banging on her door vigorously.
“Shouldn’t you get that?” Justin pushed Danielle forward, obviously unfazed and not realizing the intensity of the situation if anyone found him in here with her.
“I…”
“It’s cool. Just lie or something.” Justin shrugged, walking up behind as she swung the door open.
As if on cue, both Justin and Danielle’s eyes widened at the person staring back at them.
“Mom!” Justin choked out, his defenses on full alert as he stared at the middle-aged woman.
“Justin! Oh thank god. Sweetie I’ve been looking for you. I went to three other houses before I tried here. Some of the residents called me to find out if you were sick today because some didn’t get their papers but I told them you left on time. Then, I saw your bike parked in the shadow of one of the bushes on the sidewalk. Is everything ok?” Lynn enquired, her golden curls flowing in the wind as she hugged her slender frame. “Oh good morning Mrs. Duncan. You look nice today…glowing in fact.” Lynn grinned for Danielle who gave her a tight smile, too terrified to say anything.
Justin had to smirk at that. Danielle was like a dear caught it headlights and it was hilarious. “Everything is fine mom. I just came in to hand Dani…I…I mean, Mrs. Duncan her paper because she’s been really sick with the flu and couldn’t come out to get it herself.” Justin lied through his teeth, nudging Danielle’s back before she released a few fake sneezes and coughs to cover up his lie.
“Yes, I have a really sore throat and a terrible, terrible flu.” Danielle voiced groggily, coughing a few more times. Justin had to resist the urge to roll his eyes and laugh at her poor acting skills.
“Oh well hunny, I’m not surprised because you’re always out here in the blistering cold every morning. It was only a matter of time. Justin always mentioned seeing you on your porch.” Lynn voiced, causing Danielle to raise a brow.
“Oh he did? Really?”
“Yes, but you do look kind of flushed. Get some rest sweetie. And, since you’re ok Justin, I’ll leave you to finish your rounds. Be home soon because you have classes in a few hours. It was nice seeing you again Mrs. Duncan and tell your husband ‘hi’ for me.” Lynn added, getting ready to leave as Danielle tried to hide her reddening cheeks.
“I will Mrs. Harless and you take care now.” Danielle breathed out, waving to her retreating form.
“And Justin? I’ll talk to you when you get home.” Lynn added in, causing Justin to cringe. Suddenly, he wasn’t so sure his mother completely bought their lie or was as clueless as they thought. Then again, she could want to talk about anything so he didn’t worry about it too much.
When Lynn was out of sight, Danielle slammed the door shut, turning to watch Justin with fiery eyes.
“The flu Justin? Is that the best you could come up with?” Danielle spat, but couldn’t help the small smile that twitched into the corners of her mouth.
“Hey it worked. I think.” Justin scratched under his chin in thought.
“You’re too cute.” Danielle giggled, pulling him down for a kiss.
“Mmmm, so does that mean I’ll see you again?” He whispered against her lips, already addicted to her tantalizing kisses and touches.
“Of course you will. Without a doubt.”
“Good, because I really didn’t want to have to stalk your ass.” Justin joked, laughing heartily when she smacked his arm.
“Whatever, just get back to your job paperboy…”
“That’s all I am to you huh? Your paperboy?” Justin wriggled his eyebrows at her as he swung the front door open again, getting ready to leave.
Passing her hands through his curls in an attempt to tame them, Danielle sighed contently. “Well…with age differences aside, I’m hoping once I get this messy divorce out of the way you could be something more than just my paperboy.” She cooed, seeing Justin eyes light up.
“Really?” he asked, his boyish persona shining through.
“Ha! Yes really; but in the mean time, you’re my little secret because you’re just…simply irresistible.” Danielle replied.
“Hmm, I like the sound of that. You’ll be my little secret too…because you’re simply irresistible.” Justin echoed in a low, gruff tone that threatened to turn Danielle on again as he kept placing butterfly kisses on her neck, nose and lips.
“Ok, ok, go!” Danielle giggled, pushing him unto the porch. “Finish your route and I’ll see you tomorrow.” She winked.
“Yes mam!” Justin chuckled while saluting her.
“You’re so childish.” Danielle laughed.
“You love me like that. Besides, I’m sure you didn’t think that earlier when I was…”
But she cut him off when she gasped.
“Oh my god, and so rude!”
“Yeah, you like that too.” Justin voiced, watching as Danielle’s jaw dropped. “Later babe.” Justin waved to her, sprinting down her steps and then the driveway as he laughed to himself, not waiting for her to reply.
Still watching him in awe, Danielle couldn’t help but smile giddily as Justin took his bike out from where he parked it and rode off, waving goodbye to her on his way to finish his route.
Sighing, Danielle walked back into her warm home, shutting the door behind her as she held a satisfied grin on her face, her eyes landing on ‘this morning’s’ newspaper.
She knew this was the last time she’d ever get to relish in the concept of him as the paperboy but in a way, she wasn’t disappointed.
After all, how could she possibly be?
*The End*
