The One who got Away

Sherry maintained eye contact with Darren as she slowly lowered her head. Hidden by the protection of the bushes, vines, heavy shadows, and a privacy fence, Darren’s head fell back. His eyes rolled back into his head. “Fuck,” he said, the bass in his voice so low it nearly mimicked a faint whisper.

Darren moaned while running his hands through Sherry’s head as she orally pleased him. She grabbed the base then ran her tongue up and down the shaft. Her looking up and into his eyes turned him on in ways he’d never be able to describe if he were asked. The passion was real – intense. The connection, albeit not necessarily under the typical conditions – felt more genuine than with any other either of them had ever experienced. Darren relived the feeling of being young with the first girl he liked, free of the stressed and expectations of his elite family. Sherry’s felt as if her chest was lifted of a major burden, like she could breathe again. She felt like her first time making out in the back of her parents’ car with her b

oyfriend when they were gone to Indianapolis. This was spontaneous – daring, maybe even a bit risky. And that’s why she loved it.

“Damn,” Darren said. He gently pulled Sherry’s head up and looked into her eyes for a moment before pressing his lips into hers. They kissed then smiled at one another. He chuckled.

Sherry looked into Darren’s eyes and felt as if their hearts were speaking to one another. She lifted herself up onto the couch and planted a knees into the cushion on either side of Daren. Darren, like the frat boy he’d famously been known as in his college years, pressed his face into Sherry’s chest and laughed as he slammed the sides of his face in the middle. The warmth contrasted so well with the warm breeze. When he pulled his face out of her bosom, he positioned his mouth over Sherry’s nipples then flickered his tongue. Sherry’s gasped, rubbing the back and sides of Darren’s head seductively.

Sherry giggled from Darren’s playful ways when it came to bouncing his face around in her chest. Just when he pulled her head down to his eye level so they could kiss again, the rain tapped on the porch roof. They both looked up then out at the rest of the yard. The sky had darkened; heavy clouds gradually swelled. Lightning flickered in the distance, beyond the high-rises downtown. The breeze had intensified. Trees visibly swelled. Within a split second, the light taps on the roof turned into thumps. Rain poured from clouds; thunder roared in the skies. The three sides of the porch looked as if they were bordered with a wall of water. Darren smiled, getting Sherry’s attention by smacking her ass, then going back to kissing her neck. With the storm as their background music, they kissed passionately until Sherry pulled away and looked down. She wrapped her hand around Darren’s cock then lifted herself up.

Curse words slipped out of Darren’s mouth as Sherry lowered herself onto his shaft. Her insides felt better than he remembered; he still smelled her scent around his nose, tasted it in his beard as well as at the corners of his lips. Ever so casually, Darren positioned his hands on Sherry’s hips. She winced a bit from feeling her insides stretch, but the slight pain felt so good.

Breathing in sync with the other, Sherry leaned forward gently as she got used to Darren being inside of her. He kissed both of her breasts delicately then leaned back and looked up at Sherry’s cocked head, her face toward the ceiling. He guided her to bouncing until she eventually collapsed over top of his head. She moaned as they caught on to the others rhythm. Soon enough, she was rising up Darren’s just enough to where his head almost slipped out then all the way down, where she would grind a bit. She could tell it drove Darren crazy.

Darren’s buzz carried his mind in places it hadn’t been in a while. After pressing his face into Sherry’s chest and motor-boating one again, he locked his arms around her back and pulled her close. Sherry enjoyed the closeness, but was then took by surprise when she felt Darren rising up. A sudden nervousness came over her. Heavy rain had long suppressed whatever anxieties she harbored.

Before Sherry knew it, Darren stood all the way up and held her up in mid-air. He turned his back – his bare butt – toward the wall of water running off the sides of the porch. A powerful lighting bold struck in the distance. Sherry kissed Darren passionately. It’d been so long since she’d been turned on this way – since a man picked her up and made love to her while holding her. This sort of safety was a feeling she needed with the life she’d been having lately.

Using his strength carefully, Darren leaned back a bit and bounced Sherry up and down on his cock with her face toward the back yard. He lifted her up and out as far as possible without slipping out; they both sighed from the wind slipping between their bodies. A warm jolt, a bit humid, yet comforting, whisked across the terrace.

Darren held Sherry up for several minutes, pummeling her so hard he felt her behind swaying with each thrust. Her moaning slipped into his ears with how her head rested on his shoulder. Every so often, Sherry would open her eyes, feeling nearly numb from the pleasure, and look out at the storm wreak havoc on the backyard. Just as Darren had backed up toward the couch once again, positioned to lower Sherry onto her back, a branch flew up onto the terrace. The startled feeling disrupted their passion – their release of pent-up lust – as it crossed the terrace, scraping against the concrete.

Darren looked back, stroking Sherry’s blond air. “Let’s go inside,” he said then bit his lip. He leaned over and kissed Sherry briefly before guiding her by the hand back into the house. The enthralled lovers fell into a locking embrace on the couch, Sherry on her back. The warm storm wind rushed into the now-dim house. It wasn’t long before Darren aggressively positioned Sherry on the couch with her legs open and spread wide. He pressed in the middle then pushed inside of her.

“You are so beautiful,” Darren said, leaning in to kiss her.

Sherry wrapped her arms around Darren’s back while he stroked into her with so much precision – concentration. Her moaning turned into sudden groaning outburst. Darren kept going, never letting up, eventually causing the pressure to build in Sherry. Her whimpers became loud-pitched; his breathing was the only thing she could hear as her wine-induced buzz alleviated her in ways she hadn’t felt in a long time. Sherry gripped his back as hard as she could as he pounded her with all of his body weight.

“I’m about to come,” Sherry announced. She then squealed. Lightening lit up the sky just as Darren licked the rim of her ear. “Darren, I’m about to cum.”

Darren leaned up to kiss Sherry. He then straitened his back, pulling his head up and looking down into her eyes. “Yeah?”

Sherry nodded, her stomach tensing up as she tried to catch her breath. “I’m about to come...I’m about to come.” She repeated herself several times, the pitch in her voice rising slightly each time. The pressure was almost unbearable, but she wouldn’t want it to stop.

Darren focused extra hard as he stroked in and out of Sherry’s insides. Her body started trembling; uncontrollable squeals slipped out of her lips. When Sherry’s eyes rolled back into her head, he leaned over and rested his head on her shoulder. Listening to his grunts turned her on even more.

Sherry announced that she was about to erupt, so Darren made sure to keep up with the thrusting. He wiped away the sweat building up on his forehead as he too felt himself getting closer. This had to be the best sex he had in a long while. The aroma of their sex blended with the storm smell of the breeze coming in front outside. Neither had the rain nor the thunder and lightening lightened up.

Sherry panted as she finally started to come down from her orgasm. She looked up into Darren’s face and started rubbing his pecs. He’s definitely good in bed, she thought.

Darren kept his stroke up for another couple minutes. Then, his body started twitching; his balls tensed up. A heavy bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face as he looked down into Sherry’s eyes with such a concentrated look. He groaned. “Here I...I’m...”

Darren didn’t even get to finish his words before he felt himself cumming. Struggling to catch his breath, he collapsed into Sherry’s body. She was pleasantly surprised to feel his delicate kisses tickling her chest. The storm never seemed to stop, acting a the perfect backdrop to their lovemaking. A clump of her hair stuck to her forehead. Sherry slid it out of the way then rubbed the top of Darren’s head.

Several minutes passed where the two simply enjoyed laying on top of one another before Darren finally got up. Gabriel’s crying had slid down the stairs and now into the dining area. Darren stood up then headed over to the french doors. He quickly gathered his and Sherry’s pants and shoes from the terrace. His buzz had gone with his orgasm; the frustration that had built up inside of him was suddenly relaxed. What did we just do? Hope the neighbors didn’t see. Feeling like a teenager who pulled something off while his parents were gone, he rushed back inside as if he didn’t want to be seen. He pulled the french doors shut then headed over to Sherry where they dressed themselves. Sherry then rushed upstairs.

“Oh, Gabriel,” Sherry said, lifting the child out of his crib. “Did the storm scare you? Huh? Is that what it was? Did the storm scare you?”

Sherry rocked Gabriel in her arms, wondering if maybe God had been trying to tell her something. Truly, what were the chances she’d be working as a nanny for a guy from Chicago who came from an affluent family? Who would’ve ever thought she’d be taking care of a baby the same age as the one she’s recently given up for adopting? She enjoyed taking care of this child, as well as the perks that came with it. In many ways, she felt a natural connection to the child – a connection she didn’t anticipate when she saw the job and decided to investigate what it was really like to work as a nanny. She did chuckle, though. “And who woulda thought I would be outside during a storm, banging his father?” she murmured under her breath.

Darren came to the top of the stairs and smiled a few minutes later after taking their meat off of the grill. He looked into Gabriel’s room. Sherry gently rocked the baby at the side of his crib. His lips parted so he could say something, but instead he stopped. Almost moving in silence, he crossed the hall and stepped into the darkness of his own master suite.

It took Sherry ten minutes to calm baby Gabriel. She lowered him back into the crib then stepped up to the window, looking out. The storm didn’t look as if it were going to stop anytime soon.

Sherry headed over toward the staircase and paused as she looked down. Did Darren and me really just have sex?

Before Sherry got two steps down, Darren stepped out of his bedroom. He stood there, silent, but Sherry heard exactly what he was saying without speaking any words. She crossed the hall and stepped into his room. After some flirtatious words back and forth, Sherry succumbed to Darren’s arms. They never turned on any lights; thunder rumbled and rain showered the city. Sherry and Darren slowly drifted in an early, deep slumber.