Sometimes Things Happen Ch. 01 - Ashley
Michael roughly tugged at her nipple.
"Easy!"
She slapped at his hand.
"Sorry."
He bent and kissed the top of her head.
"Feeling any better?"
She did. Well, sort of. Her feet still ached from running around all day in the cheap heels she'd hurriedly packed, but that wasn't what was bothering her.
"Are you absolutely sure Michael?"
"Yes."
"Well, I'm not."
He sighed.
"He was like a father to me Michael."
"Ohh... Now he was like a father? Again Ash, ever since he picked us up at the airport he hasn't taken his eyes off you. He had a room ready for us, in his own house, so we could stay here instead of a hotel last night. All this at the last minute because your Mom finally died?"
She could feel him shake his head before he started again.
"He's been driving us all over town Babe, letting us off at the door while he parked. He's hot for you Ash. Besides, we've talked about all this before."
He was right.
They had talked about it and she even grudgingly negotiated about it add nauseum during the last year of their five year marriage. He felt their marriage 'needed a spark'. She finally agreed. If the right time came along, she'd do as he asked. Oddly, this might be the easiest way. She'd always had a weird kinda crush on Mr. Sinns. They'd never see him again after the quick service for her mom. But how?"
"It's awful quiet down there."
Ashley giggled before sing-songing back like so many years ago,
"It's okay Mr. Sinnnnns, we're dresssssed!"
"Uhuh. Sure you are."
He was standing almost at the bottom of the stairs, balancing a small serving tray as he moved toward them. A bit taller than Michael, the older man was thicker, more solid. He'd always dressed conservatively. Button down collars, pressed slacks or the occasional jeans with a sharp crease and camel deck shoes. His kind of comfortable. The lines in his face and the deeper crows feet around his eyes said wisdom as opposed to age. What she had always found most interesting (and a little sexy) were those eyes. 'The bluer his eyes were, the better. When they start turning grey, watch out.', Maddie had told her that the first time after her stepfather scolded them.
Offering a white wine to Ashley, a J.D. rocks to Michael and placing the silver tray on the heavy coffee table, Albert raised his Bloody Mary in a toast,
"To better times and making new memories."
Ashley squeezed Michaels thigh as the three each sampled their drink.
"That's exactly what Michael was saying last night."
"He did?"
The forty-six year old, slightly graying man smiled and added,
"It seems that great minds think alike."
As Albert settled into the love seat to the left of the couch, his sky blue eyes held Ashley's.
"We got a lot done today and the right to sleep in in the morning. What do you two young folks say?"
Ashley put her wine on the coffee table and returned to snuggling in her husbands lap.
"Sounds great to me."
Michael slipped his hand under the afghan and ever so gently began to caress her
breast again. She felt the slow, warm tingling between her thighs start to grow. The long day, the great dinner Albert had insisted on, the wine...
"Do you have a favorite story about Ashley, Albert."
"Michaellll!"
"I have to ask."
Albert chuckled,
"I'm not sure. Do I young Lady?"
Ashley met Alberts teasing smile. Placing her finger to her chin she, looked up at her husband,
"Mmmm..."
Then inhaling deeply,
"...I don't think so Michael."
Rocking first her shoulders and then wriggling her hips, she gave quite the show before settling on her back with her shoulders sandwiched between the inside of Michaels thighs. Adjusting the comforter, she exposed more of her legs than she wanted to, but had to make sure she could camouflage any of Michael's exploits.
Then it hit her... How.
She tweaked her husband behind the knee and then coyly looked into Mr. Sinns eyes.
"Would you rub my feet Albert?"
The world stopped spinning for the man that adored Ashley. The awkward, mousy haired neighbor girl that he watched grow up had matured into the near-perfect woman now tormenting him from less than three feet away. He was close. So very close.
"I'm not sure if that would be appropriate Ashley."
"Mmmmmm... They hurt Albert, Pleeeeaasseeee.", she pouted.
She loved the playful seduction she'd been perfecting for years. Michael enjoyed the subtle invitation too as he adjusted his hips trying to get more comfortable with Ashley's head competing with his growing erection for space in his lap.
"It's all good Al. Whatever makes Ash happy."
She thought Michael might have emphasized 'whatever' to much, but that might have been nerves on her part. Albert made his decision and slowly moved toward the couch. Ashley lifted her knees, bringing her heels close to her bottom to make room, the afghan slipping to frame her smooth, pale skinned hips. As Albert sat he noticed the mint green silk peeking from the perfect sight being coyly displayed. Ashley giggled as he gathered her feet in his hands and guided them to the top of his thigh. She caught her breath when his fingers began a deliberate, gentle massaging of her tired, aching feet.
"Oh my gawd... That feels sooo good."
Michael watched as the older man's hands moved slowly over his wife's feet and heard her soft, low moan as he gently rolled each toe between forefinger and thumb.
"If she's getting her feet rubbed, I think I should get a story."
Albert had been thinking of how to respond to that exact same question since the young husband had asked earlier. After crossing her feet and settling them a little closer in his lap, he firmly massaged inside her arches. There was a slight roll in Ashley's hips as he circled the ball of her left foot with his thumb.
"Let him tell me Ash."
"Y-yesss."
Albert chuckled and blew lightly toward her curling toes,
"Ashley moved in next door some eighteen years ago. Her and my step daughter Maddie became close friends after their first fight about feeding the neighborhood cat."
The older man smiled more to himself then to his guests.
"Ashley was ten when Maddie almost blinded her with the make-up they had gotten from some wheeere...".
He looked at Ashley over the top of his tortoise shell eye glasses.
"We never did find out where."
A quick wink was sent her way before he continued.
"They were thirteen when they finagled their first concert and fifteen when Ash lost her father."
The room was getting warmer in the following silence. Alberts hands were moving slowly, fingers rolling over every joint in each foot. His words were as soothing as his touch. Ashley drifted some where she had never been before as Albert lowered his voice before continuing.
"That's when she started spending more and more time over here. She was even given her own key. And then Maddie disappeared just over a year later."
As Michael tried to will the older mans hand to creep up his wife's very exposed legs, Ashley and Albert were somewhere long ago sharing only they knew what.
"This young Lady did her best to comfort Maddie's mother and myself when that happened. She could and probably should have spent that time with her friends, enjoying what the other kids her age were doing at her age."
The hands weren't moving anywhere but slowly on his wife's feet. Was this guy senile already? She's right here old timer. All you got to do is help yourself.
"So what's the story?"
Ashley squeaked a tiny umph as the older mans eyes paled.
"I'm trying to tell you what a gift you have here Michael."
The words were cut short and curt. Albert lifted her feet, kissed the top of her right one before placing them back where he had first taken them into his hands. As he lowered his hands to help himself rise, Ashley squeaked again as his fingers grazed the now damp, mint green silk.
"I think it's time for me to go to bed kids. Pleasant dreams Button."
With that he was gone, his foot steps fading as he climbed the stairs and crossed the floor above them.
"Gawd Dammit Ashley..."
Albert was up early. He refused to waste a minute while Ashley was here. Michael stumbled into the kitchen earlier than Albert expected. He knew the disheveled husband needed to see him before Ashley was up and about; but his flight wasn't until three forty-five.
"Mornin' Albert."
The tall, sandy haired man looked even thinner standing there in his tightie-whities. The older man grunted into his coffee mug,
"Rough night?"
"You heard?"
"Some."
He had heard and most every thing else they'd shared since their arrival.
"I fucked up Al. She's really pissed."
Albert almost felt sorry for the guy. His biggest fault was he was young, a little to arrogant and had married out of his league. Tough.
"What can I do to help son?"
"A ride to the airport... Say about one?"
The round trip to the airport had taken Albert almost five hours with the afternoon traffic and stopping for pizza. When he returned, Ashley was still at her mothers house where she had gone soon after getting up. Taking a slice of the Hawaiian style that he hoped she still favored and placing it on a paper plate, he went next door to see if he could lure the sexy little wife 'home'. He found her slumping on the edge of her mothers bed, sneakers crossed at the ankles and the edge of her oversized tee shirt stained with tears. She looked up at him with red rimmed eyes.
"How do I deal with the relief that's she gone and the guilt for feeling relief?"
He reached out and ran the pads of his fingers lightly over her cheek before handing her the still warm slice with double pineapple. She dabbed at her eyes with the gray tee before taking it.
"Well?"
"You need to eat."
He watched quietly as she fidgeted through the slice.
"Ok. Now tell me."
"There's time to talk later. Come on, your pizza is getting cold. You've done enough for one day."
She followed him silently back to the house. Nothing was said as he helped her into her chair, placed another slice on a fresh plate in front of her and filled her glass with wine.
"Will you at least tell me what Michael had to say on the way to the airport?"
He waited quietly until she was working on her third slice and draining her glass of wine.
"Well, by the time we got there he was grumbling about spending sixteen of the last forty-eight hours on a plane or having to get to one. Most of the time he kept saying he knew he fucked up. He never did say how?"
Then he added one of his own facts.
"When he got out of the car, he asked if all women were as screwed up as you are."
She watched as her best friends stepfather growing up tugged at his ear. It was a thing he always did when dealing with a sensitive subject.
"I think you know how he fucked up Albert."
He did. She didn't need to know that he did.
"I think I'll change and start a fire downstairs."
"You're not going to have any pizza with me?"
He opened the other box. The smell of anchovies had her wrinkling her button nose.
"I couldn't wait.", referring to the two missing pieces he had tossed away before getting home. Ashley actually smiled as she hurriedly closed the box with the offending topping. And then, looking down and so very quietly,
"I'm scared Albert."
"I know you are Button."
"I should have been here with her instead of working my ass off for a house we can't afford in a neighborhood I don't like."
He stepped closer. She wrapped her arms around his thighs, pressing her cheek against the top of his hip.
"Michael is fooling around and I have that mess next door. What am I going to do about Moms ashes and her car and the life insurance and..."
He swooshed the tip of her nose.
"Shhhh. That's enough for now."
Slowly, he began stroking her hair.
"The first thing you're going to do is take a quick shower or at the very least change and meet me downstairs. I'll take the pizza and the wine and have a fire going when you get there."
He lifted her face and smiled down at her...
"Then we are going to take each of your questions and figure out the answers."...and after lightly kissing her upturned cheek,
"Go on now."
Later that night, with all her tears wrung out, an occasional laugh shared and many long silences, and after they solved what they could and explored the how to's on what they couldn't; Ashley drifted into the most restful sleep she'd had in days, maybe longer, cradled safely in his arms.
Ashley took her time in the familiar tub, enjoying all the hot water she wanted and different items from the bath basket that, like so many other things, had magically appeared.
Albert.
Coming to the airport to get them, her room here... He was with her when she picked up her mothers ashes and selected the intricate rosewood box she'd finally rest in. When Mr. Miller, the retired housing inspector came to look at her inherited house, Albert had him direct his questions to her as he quietly hovered near. She loved the quick wink or the smile that tugged at his lips when either one of them caught the older black man admiring her legs in the scandalous white shorts they had picked out together. Judge Stavoe, 'Dale' as he asked her to call him, spent the entire afternoon sharing iced tea, legal advice and the sight of her in a new, flower print sun dress Albert had chosen during a quick shopping trip. The Judges glowing eyes assured her it was an excellent choice.
Even Michael had stopped calling when Albert interrupted one of his rants on Skype and firmly suggested they take a little time apart.
Seven days ago her world finally exploded and a man that she hadn't spoken to in six plus years was putting it back together for her. Michael had wanted her to fuck him so he could watch. She wanted the love, comfort and safety Albert now offered. Besides, the older man-younger woman thingie did intrigue her.
Hearing the water stop, start and stop again, Albert knew she was almost finished. Just like when she was younger, she always rinsed off after a bath. Checking his reflection in one of the many slender mirrors adjacent to both sides of the fireplace, he was grateful for the image that looked back, He chuckled as he thought of the mantra his little group of friends shared, 'Diet for weight loss, exercise for strength. Look good and fuck even better'. Seeing some movement behind him, he turned to face his twenty-five year old guest.
"My gawd Ashley."
She was stunning. Her newly pink tipped toes were adorned by white leather sandals below her perfectly shaped legs. One of his most expensive white linen shirts, opened to just above her navel, hid her round, tight little bottom and the tops of her thighs. The sleeves had been folded to almost her elbows.
She'd brushed her almost chestnut tinted hair till it shone, the soft waves falling about her scrubbed, blushing face. Her pale skin glowed, the sprinkling of freckles evidence of its sensitivity to the sun. And her eyes... Ash had always had the most beautiful mahogany eyes. Wide and expressive, their corners with an ever so slight downward turn. Captivating. With her chin lowered, she peeked up at him as she worried her full, lower lip.
With that look of cautious inquiry and pure vulnerability, he remembered the night of her fathers death. After her mother had called from the hospital, Ashley had just stood there for one of the longest moments of his life. When her face finally broke, Maddie wrapped her arm around her best friend and led her sobbing to her room. Later that night, Ashley had crawled into his arms as he worked late upstairs and softly cried her self to sleep. Her first kiss upon wakening was on his lower cheek. The second had him swooshing the tip of her nose before sending her back to bed.
He would not be sending her back tonight.
He watched as she picked up the afghan comforter and demurely draped it over herself as she settled into the corner of the love seat. Slipping off her sandals, she rolled her small, freshly painted toes as she pointed them at him.
"I-I'd like to have you finish what you started the other night Albert."
Nothing was said as he situated himself much as he had before and cradled her feet in his hands. The difference this time was he brought them to his lips, kissing each toe and then running his tongue through the well scrubbed valley under them.
Placing them in his lap, his fingers began eliciting far more pleasures than before. He responded to the catching of her breath by focusing on the cause. A growing whimper suggested more exploration of the area under his strong fingers and her trembling, encouragement to search further.
Ashley had her first orgasm when his mouth finally covered her weeping, still veiled sex. After lifting her feet and beginning with her heels, he kissed and nibbled his way down the back of her legs as he slowly parted them. Exploring every inch of the delicate skin inside her thighs, he slowed even further, teasing her with his tongue through the white lace. When he ran the pink tip over her puffy folds a second time, she gasped. He moaned with her release as he caressed the inside of her right thigh with his cheek.
Panting. she began slowly lowering her left leg. He scissored his face around her right before helping her slow stretch both of them to the love seat next to him. She felt her heart eek out one last vibration before slowly opening her eyes.
She saw that he really did care about her. His eyes told her while his fingers stroking her cheek confirmed it. She swallowed back the rush of emotions. As a million thoughts raced through her mind, he leaned forward and down, kissing the tip of her nose.
"That was wonderful Ashly."
He was gentle and assured as he began again. Her tongue chased his back into his mouth. Warm, safe and protected, Ashley Stevens was going to give her self to this man. When his lips touched her cheek, she offered her neck. When appreciative words caressed her ear she sagged submissively into him. When he laid her gently back, she opened the last buttons that shielded him from her breasts. With real need and the rush of quickly evolving emotions, Ashley gazed upward watching as he rose and deliberately started to remove his clothes...
Albert looked down. admiring the magnificent reward he had so recklessly pursued. Much like his stepdaughter, Ashley had become a memory when she left. Then, seeing her during an extended visit due to her mothers failing health, he acknowledged then what he had always wanted; this beautiful young woman that was now offering herself to him.
After all the research and a tremendous amount of effort... Even rekindling his relationship with her mother... She was here.
Looking down at his conquest, her hooded mahogany eyes inviting, he thought how close to perfect she was. Round, plump breasts, their tips so light it was difficult to see where her areola began before turning to an almost raspberry, puffy colored tip. Her narrow waist, centered with one of the cutest navels he had ever seen, flared nicely into a round, little ass would fill out after their child was born.r"
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