Passing Glances

"I'd like that," she whispered back and leaned against him. She moaned as his fingers moved from her waist to her thighs and he began to ease the hem of her dress up. His mouth captured her earlobe and she hissed, then shivered. "You do that so well," she told him and turned her head to kiss him.

"You do that so well," he answered back, repeating her words.

His fingers continued to travel up her legs and massaging both thighs and then moving over to glide along the inner muscles, slowly spreading her legs open. He nipped at her chin, jaw, and then neck.

"Mmm. . .that feels," she groaned and shifted on his lap, feeling his cock pressing against her ass.

"Yeah, it does." He traveled higher. His fingers grazed the edge of her panties.

Sarah involuntarily growled and slid her hand to his. "I'm still on my period. . .I mean it's not heavy, but. . ." Her cheeks burned.

Gabe licked her neck and pushed her hand away. "I own soap and water Sarah. I know how to bathe. Let me touch you," he insisted.

"Yes, please do," she whispered. Her hand fell to his thigh and she gripped it tight.

"Thank you," he told her. He pushed her panties and the thin maxi-pad to the side and felt her moist pussy. "Your slick Sarah. I don't think it is just from 'that time of the month' either. Is it?" he asked and slipped his fingers over her clit.

"Fuck, no," she moaned and shifted again, rubbing his cock with her ass.

Gabe gritted his teeth and felt his eyelids threaten to close on the pleasure of having her sweet ass rubbing his cock. "Hold still baby, or I'll embarrass myself."

Sarah giggled and shifted again. "Really?" she asked.

"Sarah girl," he whispered, then shoved two fingers into her hot opening. "I can't have you doing that."

"Oh?" she asked and began to rock her ass up and down on the hard dick under her dress.

"Fuck Sarah," he growled and sucked on her neck, then began to work his fingers in and out of her pussy. He increased his rhythm, fucking her fast and then slow. Eventually, he felt her stop her attempts to force his cock to erupt and give over to his ministrations.

"Gabe. . .ohhh God, Gabe," she moaned and groaned as he pushed his thumb against her clit and then drove his fingers in at the same time. Her nails curled into his pants. Her head thrashed back and forth as she tightened her pussy around him. "Don't . . .ohhh yes, please. . . ohhh fuck so close."

"Deeper baby?" he whispered and sucked on her ear.

"Yessssss. . . fuck me deeper. . . ohhh fuck Gabe, I can't. . ." she swallowed her words.

"Yeah, that's it baby, tell me. . .tell me what you're thinking," he said and ground his palm against her sex.

"I want," she gasped and took a deep breath, "I want you to fuck me. . .make me. . ." she took another deep breath and bit her lip.

"What baby girl?" Gabe whispered and shoved in a third finger. "What do you want Sarah? My sweet sexy Sarah."

"Fuckkkk. . .come. . . ohhh God, Gabe, make me come. Fuck me and make me come," she begged.

Gabe smirked and pumped in and out of her. He whispered words in her ear, telling her how hot she was, how tight her pussy was, how beautiful her ass was. He told her he wanted to fuck her against the wall, the couch, on his desk, in his shower. He bit her neck and then told her he wanted to eat her out, and fuck her ass. He then drove a fourth finger into her welcoming hole and shouted, "Come Sarah, come all over my hand and coat me in your hot, slick juices."

Sarah threw her head back and showered his hand with her nectar. "Ohhhh... fuccckkkk, Gabe!" She screamed his name over and over as she covered his fingers with her cream.

Gabe grinned against her neck. Inwardly he was trying to count to a hundred for the millionth time as a way of holding back his pending release. He was close to failing miserably. "Sarah, damn, you are so hot," he told her.

Sarah moaned, but said nothing. Her lungs still worked to restore oxygen to her system and her brain was not quite ready to come back to Earth. She only shook her head in agreement, not really sure she knew what she was agreeing too. When she recovered her senses, or those that she felt were important. She slid quickly and quite unexpectedly from Gabe's lap.

"Sarah honey, you don't have to. . ." His words died on his lips when he saw her stubborn gaze. He watched her fingers move to his slacks and he cursed as his cock was freed from the cloth and the cool night air kissed the pre cum-coated head.

"You don't hold back," she ordered and quickly took his thick rod into her eager mouth.

"Ahhh hell, no way. . ." he moaned and twisted her hair in his hand. "Yes baby girl, like that. Ohh fuck yeah."

Sarah smiled against his cock and took more inches of his dick down her throat, blanketing him in warm heat. She bobbed up and down, knowing it wouldn't take long to bring him to climax. She was hungry for him, wanting to feel his seed slide down her throat and warm her belly. She increased her tempo and then eased his balls from his slacks.

"Shit, damn," he muttered and felt the vibrations of her chuckle cover his dick and roll into his balls.

She squeezed the twin spheres and worked both cock and testicles with lust. Sarah popped off his tool and lapped at the side. "Come in my mouth Gabe," she told him. "I want you to come in my mouth."

Gabe stared down at her and watched her mouth inhale him. "Yeah, Sarah. . ." he groaned. "I'm. . .," he gasped, "ohhh fuckkkk. . .coming." He felt his eyes roll back as he covered her cheeks, teeth, gums, and tongue with white, hot milk and then he coated her throat and felt her tighten her hold as she sucked him down, draining his shaft.

Sarah lapped at his sex, sucking and pulling the creamy center from deep within his balls. She licked him clean and then slid her mouth off his tool. Her gaze met his and she licked her lips. "Thank you," she whispered and stood up.

"Ummm. . . I think I need to thank you," he told her and grabbed her neck, pulling her back to him. His mouth captured her come-covered tongue and he cleansed her pallet. "Damn girl," he muttered against her lips and hugged her tight.

Sarah snuggled against him. "You're welcome."

Gabe was speechless. He continued to hold Sarah until he was able to think somewhat more clearly. "I want you so bad," he whispered.

"I want you too," she told him.

"Sarah, if I don't take you home now, you may not leave here for a week, maybe two, three. . .a dozen," Gabe whispered against her.

She giggled and kissed his neck. "I think I'm agreeable to that. If you don't mind. . ."

"Sarah, remember I own soap and water, but . . ." he took a deep breath. "I can tell you aren't one hundred percent okay with it, so I'm going to turn that gentleman bit back on, but only till you show up here with no panties and a smile."

She grinned wide and slid from his lap. "Deal," she told him and smoothed down her dress and fixed her panties as quickly as she could with Gabe sitting across from her. She couldn't believe she'd let him touch her, but she also knew the pleasure had been terribly intense and playing with him while on her period was something she was going to learn to get over, soon.

Gabe groaned, mentally wishing that she'd tell him fuck it and just fuck her senseless. She didn't though, so he stood up and repaired his state of dress. "Let me take you home, or to your Dad's."

"My place. Trevor and Denise will be gone and I'll head to Pop's in the morning. I'd like the company if you want me to swing by and pick you up," Sarah offered.

"Sounds good, but I've got to meet Dad in the morning to go over some shop talk and arrange to meet his lovely lady friend, so I'll call you when I'm free," he told her. Together they walked through the kitchen. He showed her to the guest bathroom and then quickly headed upstairs to his. When they met in the kitchen, both had cleaned up and completely had themselves restored to a more semblance of order.

Gabe drove Sarah home, again walking her to the door and kissing her for several long minutes. His hands learning the curve of her ass, hips and breasts. His fingers rubbed her nipples and he grinned against her neck when she arched her back, pressing her tightened buds closer to his palms. "I'm going," he told her.

She giggled. "You've said that several times in the last five minutes."

"I know," he whispered and squeezed her firm ass cheeks.

"Mmm. . . that feels nice," she told him.

Gabe set her back from him and smiled down on her. "I'm going right now," he said, kissed her again and dropped his hands from his side. "Sarah, girl. . ."

"I know Gabe," she answered. "I'll see you tomorrow."

He took a deep breath and nodded his head goodbye. Quickly he turned on his heel and headed down her porch steps. Sarah opened the door to her house and rushed inside. She thought of opening the door and calling him back. "No, Sarah," she told herself. Her fingers shook as she locked the door and pressed her head on the cool glass. She looked out the window of her front door and saw him sitting in his car. "Go Gabe," she whispered and toyed with the lock. "Drive away, before I open this door," she moaned and pushed one hand to her nipple, the other unlocking the door.

She barely opened it when the sound of the engine filled the night air and she watched him begin to back up. Sarah sighed and locked the door again. "Bye Gabe," she whispered and sent him a kiss through the air.

Gabe traveled home. Both hands were on the wheel. His cock hurt to be satisfied. His jaw was clenched tight and he felt his blood boiling in his veins. Sarah was fast becoming an addiction, a drug he had to have. He knew he was caught in her web and he wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in the cocoon of her satiny legs and arms. When he reached his house, he threw himself under the freezing cold water of his high-powered, and filtered shower head.

He stayed there until his cock grew flat, refusing to ease his need for Sarah with his hand. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass, were the only things he wanted to bury his cock in and seek relief. When he went to bed, he swore Sarah would be his, before tomorrow ended, even if she were filling one pad after another, he didn't care. "Damn it, girl. . . that's why we buy soap " he muttered and slammed his head into the pillow, trying to ignore the thought of her lying in his bed and the raging hard-on he had given himself once more.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Gabe rolled from bed, his eyes full of sleep that didn't seem to ease the tension in his body. His muscles hurt and his mind was cloudy. He'd dreamt of Sarah in many different erotic positions, that now in his awaken state he wanted to try them out with her. Another cold shower took care of his hard on and when he showed up at his father's house it was with the self-determination that he would not embarrass himself with an engorged cock while he met his father's girlfriend.

"Dad," he called out and heard a feminine squeal come from the other room. He took a deep breath and coughed, then shouted, "Dad " Another squeal hit the air and Gabe sighed, grabbed a beer from the fridge and decided it wasn't too early to drink it if meant you were forced to listen to the giggling of lovers, one being his father. Gabe took his bear and headed outside. He walked to the barn and settled into working on rocking chair of his own design. His thoughts traveled to Sarah and he found himself lost in his work. When the sound of his father's chatter reached him, he looked at his watch and saw the time. He shook his head in shocked humor. "Hey dad," he said with an acknowledging wave.

"Hey Gabe," Mitch said, walking into the barn with his hand clenching that of another.

Gabe looked over to his dad and then stood. "Dad," he said. He wiped off his hands and headed over to his Sire and the woman standing next to him. "Ma'am," he greeted her with an offered hand.

Mitch released her fingers and introduced them. "Amanda Bires, this is my son, Gabe."

Amanda smiled and took Gabe's hand. He shook it firmly, but not too hard, hoping to set her at ease. He sensed her nervousness and he hoped she knew he wasn't the type to want his father to remain single. He'd always miss his mom, but no one should live their life alone. He believed that now more than ever, he sure didn't want to be alone after meeting his Sarah.

"Gabe," the soft spoken woman answered back.

He showed her the rocker he was making and told both his father and his lady friend that he was hoping to make another similar to it, and give them to a friend. "You don't mean that shop girl, you took out to dinner the Tuesday night, do you?"

"Yeah, I'm seeing her again tonight and probably the night after that and the night after that," he added with a wink.

"Well, I'd like to meet her sometime," Mitch said and pulled Amanda back against him. "I'd also like to ask you to be my best man."

Gabe blinked several times as his father's proclamation settled over him. "I'd be honored Dad," he said and pulled him into a hug. He then embraced Amanda and kissed her cheek. "Wow. . .I'm not going to ask a lot of questions, but I do want you to know I'm happy for you and am more than willing to help you out anyway I can." Gabe's grin was genuine and he felt excited for his father. His first thought was to call Sarah and share the happy news with her.

He agreed to bring Sarah to dinner that Sunday afternoon, in hopes of the four of them enjoying each others company. He also wanted it to be a turning point in the rapidly moving relationship he was having with the young woman. He wasn't ready to let her go, and he desperately wanted his father's thumbs up.

Sarah spent her morning cleaning up after her brother and sister. When she'd gotten home the night before, her body had been aroused further than the night before and the climax she had carried her on another level of bliss, one she knew wouldn't be topped unless it was brought on by the man causing her and her toys a generous workout.

She washed linens and cleaned her guest rooms, as well as the bathroom the siblings had shared. It wasn't till noon, that she sat down to read over the stocks and bonds that had been left to her. She opened her laptop, enjoyed a cup of coffee while the system came to life and thought of Gabe. She was anxious to see him. He'd helped her so much the past three days and she looked forward to holding his hand, touching his face, simply breathing in the scent of him.

For a moment she questioned how fast things were happening. Was she only falling for him because she'd lost her father? Was this a real physical attraction or was it simply transferring the need to have someone in her life over to another? She wasn't sure, but what she did know was she cared a great deal for Gabe and the feelings she had were not ones she'd experienced before. She'd been in love, but never did she feel the overwhelming need to throw caution to the wind and put her heart and soul on the line. As she typed in web pages, and wrote down figures, she told herself life was too short to question every move she made.

By the time Sarah was done figuring out her net worth the hour had passed and several more had come along and left her behind.

"Wow," she muttered to herself, her voice breaking the silence. She pushed her fingers into her hair and stared at the chicken scratch she'd put on paper. The seven digit number stared at her and she shivered. Nausea rolled through her and she pressed her palm to her stomach. She pushed back from the table and reached for the phone.

"Gabe?" she asked the voice she recognized immediately.

"Sarah? Everything okay?" he answered back.

"Yeah, do you think you can come by and pick me up. I don't really want to drive today," she told him.

"Sure hon, I was just finishing up and getting into the car when you called. You're sure you're okay?" he asked again.

"Yes, I just figured out what all those stocks and bonds meant, when added to my cashier's check, which reminds me I need to go back to the bank. I forgot to deposit that," she said quietly.

"We'll do your errands too, no problem," he said. "I was curious when you were going to realize your worth. Gonna dump me now?"

Sarah giggled, "No, I don't mind being your Sugar Mama." If he could have seen her he would have seen her hazel eyes full of mirth.

"Oh thanks, I've been looking for a NAPA girl Sugar Mama. A gal that knows car parts and can pay for them too, now if I can get you to install them. . ." Gabe said into the phone.

"Oh, but I can," Sarah answered back with confidence.

He laughed and agreed she was indeed now stuck with him and was expected to pay for everything, but he insisted on paying her back in whatever manner she deemed appropriate. Her laughter and his filled both their bodies with tingles and warm blushes that settled into their stomachs, giving them the feeling of fluttering wings. "I'll be there soon, love," Gabe said, not sure why the sentiment fell so easily from his lips.

Sarah hung up the phone. Her sex tingled as she recalled the simple word "love" falling from his lips and into her ear. She dashed off to her room and quickly slipped off the panties she classified as her monthly granny panties and replaced them with a slim pair of navy blue lace ones. She pulled her T-shirt from her torso and snapped a matching strapless bra in place over her round bosom. She eyed herself in the mirror and stuck out her tongue as she thought of the blonde with the big tits. "Well he's coming for me not you," she told the imaginary counter girl in her head.

The bra and panties were covered by a short black dress that settled over her breasts, hugged her waist and hips, and then settled just a few inches above mid thigh. The hem, edged with white cord, managed to barely cover the thigh high stockings she snapped into place. She grinned at the delicate lace that peeked out when she moved about the room.

When she heard Gabe's knock on her door she slipped her shoes into a pair of flats, grabbed her stilettos with one hand and headed toward the door. Taking a deep breath she smoothed down her hair and opened the door. "Hey," she said.

Gabe stood in awe as he took in the short petite woman. Her eyes full of wickedness. Her body showing every attribute he'd found appealing on a woman. They seemed to scream at him, "Dare ya to look at another woman when I'm around." There was no worry he'd be doing that.

"Stunning. Did we agree to go out after walking through your father's home?" he asked. "Because if we didn't we are now," he said and closed the door behind him.

"You like?" she asked.

"Like? Yeah, that's an understatement," he told her. Gabe wrapped one hand around her waist and pulled her toward him. His mouth captured hers and his tongue began the assault that Sarah was becoming to recognize as the one she wanted to sip from every morning and every night. Her fingers moved into his hair. She turned her head as did he; the kiss grew more demanding.

Gabe's fingers moved down her back and cupped her ass cheeks. Sarah's continued to move into his hair, taking tangles of curls and holding them tight as she pressed herself closer to him. The fabric of her dress was bunched into his fists as he walked her backwards toward the table. A groan and a muttered, "Fuck" was pulled from Gabe's lips as his fingers grazed the tiny lace panties that barely covered her rear.

She moaned into his mouth. Her palms ran down his chest and she held onto him as she felt him lower her to the table. Her eyes were hungry, her knuckles growing white as she clung to him. She watched one hand take her fingers from his shirt, and the other she felt move down her thigh and pick her leg up to set it on his shoulder. "Gabe," she hissed.