her smooth, mocha thighs.
Let him have a look at that.
Leroy glanced at her legs and stared at her.
He turned his car into her driveway.
It took a minute for Adrienne to get out. She had to readjust her dress, but she soon gathered her bearings and opened the car door.
She said, “Good night, Leroy,” as nonchalantly as she could muster.
But Leroy didn’t say good night back. In fact, he didn’t say anything at all.
Instead, Leroy got out of the car, leaving the engine running. He looked at the house, hands in his pockets. “Did you get new shutters?”
“Yes, along with a new roof and storm windows.”
Adrienne knew stalling when she heard it.
Leroy nodded slowly. “And that dress. Is that new?”
“Yes, Leroy, it’s new. As if you’d be able to remember it if it wasn’t.”
There was nothing stopping Adrienne from going inside the house, nothing at all, except Leroy pulled her into his arms and held her tight.
Of course, Adrienne wouldn’t have had to wiggle much to break free, but she didn’t. She stood there and let him pull her to him.
Leroy leaned against the front of the car, pulling Adrienne along with him. Her back rested on his chest.
Leroy spoke softly in her ear. “Didn’t it strike you as odd that I was sitting in one of the snazziest places in Chicago and I was all by myself?”
Adrienne nodded slowly. “ You had a date?”
“You got it,” Leroy said.
“And she cancelled.” It was a statement rather than a question.
“No, she came.” He cleared his throat. “Came and left.”
He laughed that throaty laugh of his.
Adrienne laughed, too. “Well, now I don’t feel so bad.” And that was when she chose to whisper, almost into the night, “I was going to fuck him after dinner. I was going to fuck him good, too.”
Her spontaneous truth caused Leroy’s dick to rise against her ass.
It was an Adrienne that she was sure Leroy wasn’t familiar with; raw and up-front, no holds barred.
“I was planning on getting lucky, too,” Leroy said. “It was supposed to be a ‘no-strings’ type thing with a lady I met a couple of weeks ago.”
“I think my date got scared,” Adrienne said.
“I think mine did, too,” Leroy added, his head nodding.
“But I’m not scared.” Adrienne’s voice was soft and raspy now, so much that she barely recognized it.
“I’m not scared either, Adrienne.”
“No strings?” Adrienne asked.
“None whatsoever.”
Adrienne began to grind against Leroy’s stiffness.
Had he ever been this hard before? Even when they were newlyweds in their twenties, he was always so frisky and she was always so ready.
Leroy lifted Adrienne’s dress and pushed aside her panties with his fingers.
She was alarmed at her own wetness, but she welcomed it. And at this moment, she didn’t need more than Leroy’s fingers … didn’t ask for more than him working them in and out of her warm, wet pussy.
Adrienne’s eyes were half-closed, her back arched while Leroy explored her.
He finger-fucked her with one finger, then two, and finally three. And just when Adrienne was close, when she was sure she would come right there, Leroy gently moved her aside, adjusting their positions.
He reached around and squeezed her breasts and nipples that were now hard and pressing against the thin material of her dress.
She heard Leroy unzip his pants, heard him fumbling to set himself free from his boxers.
Her dress was up over her hips, her ass exposed to the night. Leroy slipped inside her easily. Adrienne was reintroduced to the generous length and girth of his dick as he started fucking her slowly, steadily, right there in her driveway, bent over his Cadillac.
Adrienne’s mouth hung open; words caught in her throat that couldn’t escape because she was so enraptured.
She planted her sharp heels firmly against the concrete to maintain her balance as Leroy pushed against her, filling her with the sweet thickness that was his dick.
The hood of the car was
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