A Little Less Conversation

Carolyn didn't arrive at the cookout until dusk. She had hoped he wouldn't be there, but his SEAL teammate was hosting the pig roast; of course Jack would be there. The many friends they still shared, kept the two of them running into each other constantly. His broad back was to Carolyn, but she still noticed that Jack was darker, more muscular than he was a month ago...their last encounter. All that training in the sun had bronzed his skin and lightened his dark blonde hair. Damn, if he didn't look good like that. As she approached the rear deck of the house, Carolyn could almost see the hairs at the back of his neck stand in awareness.

Shit! Jack knew that familiar sensation. It coiled around his spine, raced up his back and exploded at the base of his skull. Carolyn was nearby. He casually turned, pretending he couldn't care less that she had finally shown up. Wisely, she gave him a wide berth and continued on until she found the host. Jack's hawkish gaze followed, studying the thin, ankle length skirt that covered her full hips and generous rear end. It clung in the right places, left enough to the imagination to drive a man crazy with possibilities. Her softly toned arms reached out to hug Duke and his wife, Missy. Carolyn's top rode up, exposed the small of her back, tiny waist bared. Jack took a swig from his bottle of beer, thinking of how he used to span his hands around that waist when he fucked her doggy style.

"The two of you are a couple of nuts, if I ever saw any." Paco, the team's communications specialist, told Jack.

Jack smiled and glanced at Paco, "nothing nutty about it. Carolyn and I can't get along like normal people...so we work around that."

"By tracking each other all night?"

Jack didn't answer, just finished his beer and grabbed another...waiting for the right moment to strike.
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Carolyn sent a couple of guys to her car to retrieve the cases of beer she brought along. These big fellas were hard and fast drinkers, but that should hold them for an hour or so. She and the hostess, Missy, were milling about, picking at the food on their paper plates. They were laughing and gossiping, being best girlfriends when Carolyn spotted Jack talking to a tall, athletic redhead. She was a gorgeous woman and kept touching Jack on the arm, smiling and playing with her loose ringlets. Carolyn's own thick, sable mane was pinned up, leaving her shoulders bare to the warm evening air. Jack just watched the redhead flirt with him, his light eyes dim with disinterest. She shouldn't care, but Carolyn allowed herself a tiny smile. She tuned Missy out and focused on Jack's nearly nude physique. He wore a pair of short pants...nothing else. That was the uniform of all the guys at these barbecues. They loved showing off their hard earned bodies. Jack's thick arms and chest were cut, belly flat, torso lean. His long legs were muscular and dusted with blonde hairs. Again, awareness stung him and he looked directly at Carolyn. This time, she held that cool, aqua stare. She slid a bite of the roast pork between her lips and chewed slowly, savoring the flavor, the current in the air firing her excitement.

Jack's gaze slid to Carolyn's full, pink mouth. His nostrils flared as her mouth worked sensuously. He knew how she enjoyed eating, how she had such passion at the dinner table and in the bedroom...in the kitchen, in the bathroom, in the car and on the countertop. She was wet right now, Jack was sure of it; just as sure as his cock couldn't wait any longer.

Carolyn turned away. She had done it; broke his stride. He was never ready this soon, but his dick was throbbing. She could imagine the precum pooling in the little slit at the tumescent head. His fine features hardened, but his eyes reflected a lust that was impossible to walk away from. But Carolyn did. She set her food aside and went into the house to use the telephone. Surely, her new boyfriend had left a message on her voicemail by now...even if his business trip was half way around the world.
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When she exited the house using the side door, Carolyn found herself in semi-darkness. She felt along the fence that separated Duke and Missy's property from their neighbors. Abruptly, she was slammed against the fence, face first, a hard, heavy body pressed against her back. A gasp of alarm burst from her lungs, then she sealed her lips, determined not to make a sound. Her fingers were trapped in the fencing by his iron-like clasp. Carolyn felt a solid, meaty cock grinding against her ass, his heavy breathing like a locomotive at her ear. With his free hand, he grabbed a fist-full of her flimsy skirt and yanked it up to reveal her soft, bare rump. He groaned faintly, pleased that she had come ready for him. Roughly, he forced her other hand up to the fence, made her hold on, squeezed her fingers tight. She would need the support.

Jack slid his shorts and underwear down, just below his ass. Eagerly, his hard cock emerged into the warm night, pointing itself toward the pussy it wanted to possess. Proudly, he stroked the thick stalk that jutted from his groin and put the flared, purple head against the crack of Carolyn's cheeks. Precum smeared along her crevice, tickling and teasing. Her ass squeezed in anticipation, trying to trap the oozing, fat knob. Jack smacked her haunches; a warning to behave. Oh, she was good. Still not talking to him...not giving up one sound. Possessively, his big hands gripped her waist and hauled her against him, rubbing himself deeply within the engulfing warmth of Carolyn's behind. If he wasn't careful, Jack would cum like this. Humping against her like a pathetic dog could bring him off; she turned him on that much. But he liked making her wonder...just which hole he was going to slide into when he was ready.

Carolyn pushed herself back against him, wanting that cock to touch her in any way. And he knew it, but still wanted to play. She kept a vise grip on the links of the fence, never quite sure what he would do or when. Then, very gently, Jack let her hair down. His fingers tangled in the silky length. He sniffed it, his grinding getting faster. Like a little boy, he played in her tresses, mussed it up, moved it all over her scalp, as if he were washing it. Feathery kisses fell on her exposed neck and shoulders, his mustache adding an erotic brush. Carolyn's hair tumbled down as Jack's busy hands moved onto her breasts. A suckle on her earlobe and a firm squeeze of her mounds was simultaneous. Her knees buckled and Jack shifted. The slick head of his prick slid between her legs and into the dripping folds of her sex. No guidance needed. His cock knew the scent of her cunt. Always knew how to get inside. And once inside, Jack pushed so deep, so hard, Carolyn's body was forced against the fence. The loud crash was absorbed by the sounds of a perfect summer evening. And still, she remained silent, except for the breaths being forced from her by his powerful thrusts. Her nipples became stiffened peaks of longing the more he played, pinched and twisted. And, God...that cock! There was none like Jack's. So big...so beautiful...so perfectly filling and satisfying. Carolyn's pussy gripped him each time he sank into her, lodging himself in the place he could always call home. When he took her this way, each stroke put him in contact with her g-spot. Her vibrations and contractions would soon explode into a full body fit of wracking pleasure and be damned if she wasn't going to take Jack with her. He always started this game; Carolyn always finished it.

Jack rode Carolyn like he was on fire. He pulled her close, buried his face in her hair and raised his leg alongside her. He hooked his bare toes in the fence to give himself better leverage and fucked himself into her fluttering cunt with amazing power, the muscles of his thighs flexed and locked with painful tension. He just couldn't get enough of her...couldn't get far enough inside of her. This was too good, but one thing would make it better. Jack touched her sweet, juicy box for the first time...long fingers sliding along the pouty folds, over and around her clit, making Carolyn shudder.

She had to bite her lip to hold back the screams of complete surrender. Her head tipped back as the tremors started in her legs, and set her knees to quaking. Along the inside or her thighs, she got the sensation of feathers tinged with flames...such gentle agony. Her body shook as the heat engulfed her cunt. The fence was cutting into her palm, but Carolyn never felt it. All she felt was the knot unravel in her stomach as her whole body unclenched and gave into the orgasm that had her trembling and struggling to remain upright.

Jack had her. His cock was impaled inside, holding her up. He took his hand from her sex and brought it to his mouth, his nose. Yes! He needed her scent, their scent in his nose...their taste in his mouth. He cut the bottom of his foot on the rusting links of the fence with his final bruising thrusts. His honeyed fingers found their way into Carolyn's mouth and she sucked them deep as he rose up on the toes of his planted foot, hips glued to her ass.

Jack's strong body coiled and released repeatedly, his cock jerking and erupting inside Carolyn, his whole body cumming in a never-ending crash of waves. He came so hard, he hurt all over, needing...desperately needing to completely sate his desire for this woman. She still had not made a sound although he could feel that her orgasm was as all consuming as his. And he shuddered behind her...the big, bad soldier...whimpering and dying to catch his breath.

Once the couple disengaged, Carolyn let her skirt down and smoothed her hair. She could feel Jack's thick cum seeping out of her, staining the insides of her raw thighs. He was now leaning against the fence, as she had been, his pants still down, his cock only half-limp. Still breathing like a locomotive. God, he was one sexy son-of-a bitch! She always felt like such a woman when she left him this way.

They only watched one another as she backed away...returning to the party, returning to reality. Jack smiled. She felt like a goddess ... and she should. He sure as hell couldn't stay away from her. Hmmm...he just wondered, where would they be the next time circumstances caused them to cum together?