La chasse

The letting agent is waiting for me when I pull up outside the cottage. I get out of the car casually, even though my level of interest has already exceeded my expectations.

The agent smiles as she walks to meet me at the garden gate. Late thirties, possibly early forties. She stands around five-nine in her stiletto heels. The two-piece charcoal suit is all business, but it doesn’t disguise her figure. I’m not surprised that she’s chosen a skirt that stops short of her knees. Her slender legs are delectable, limbs to make even the most parched mouth water.

“Mr Reveille?” she enquires.

“Yes.”

“I’m Maya, from Cape Letting. You spoke with my manager last week?”

“That’s right.”

As she leans forward fractionally to offer me her hand, there’s a fleeting glimpse of smooth, tanned cleavage framed within the neckline of her white blouse. There’s an almost imperceptible crackle as her fingertips brush across my palm, and then Maya’s soft, warm hand is in mine. The scent of her perfume is subtle, yet stirring. I breathe in deeply. Her eyes are a mix of grey and blue, cool and watchful, and yet there’s warmth there too. It would be effortless to lose yourself in her gaze.

I’m aware of how this moment is stretching, subtly becoming more than just a casual greeting at the start of a business meeting between strangers. One of us needs to break the spell.

Maya’s eyes flicker away, and she releases herself from the handshake. My hand feels very empty. When she looks back at me, there’s something in the depths of the blue-grey. Embarrassment? Trepidation? Whatever passed between us when we touched, she felt it too. And yet while I embraced the stirring, she’s evidently trying to resist.

Something dark within me can’t help but be stirred by the faint signals of her vulnerability.

She stretches an arm out towards the cottage. “Would you like to see inside first, or would you prefer to start with the gardens?”

“Let’s begin indoors.”

She leads me along the winding gravel path to the weather-beaten front door. Her long hair is drawn back into a ponytail, tied with a navy blue ribbon of silk. It swishes between her shoulders as she walks. I’m transfixed by her femininity; the easy sway of her hips, the enticing movement of her buttocks beneath her tight skirt. My eyes automatically take in her left hand. There’s a gold band on the fourth finger, together with engagement and eternity rings. Full set. The fact that she seemingly belongs to someone else only adds to her appeal.

The front door opens straight into the lounge. She shows me around, then guides me through the dining room and into the kitchen. I scrutinise all three rooms as though they’re the only things on my mind, nodding politely, giving the appropriate responses as she talks. Keeping my mind on the task is far from simple. At every opportunity that presents itself, I switch my focus back to Maya. My cock is already semi-hard. If I open my thoughts to her, picture myself slipping the jacket from her shoulders, slowly unbuttoning her blouse, I’ll be erect in no time.

I turn my attention from the Aga range to look at her, and catch her watching me intently. Her cheeks colour immediately.

“It’s quite warm, isn’t it?” she says after a few seconds.

“Yes.”

With a hint of self-consciousness, Maya slips out of her jacket and drapes it over the back of one of the chairs in the dining room. Her blouse is sufficiently diaphanous for the lines of her white bra to show through. My gaze lingers for a few seconds, perhaps hoping for a glimpse of her nipples. Given her tanned complexion, I suspect they will be a beautiful dark brown. I think about them standing up hard and proud, damp from an attentive mouth, her breasts glistening with perspiration that’s only in part a result of the temperature. Suddenly, my mouth is very dry, and the sound of my own heartbeat is growing louder in my ears.

Maya notices how intensely I’m watching her, and the colour in her cheeks deepens.

I swallow. “Perhaps you’d show me upstairs now?”

Her smile is timid. “Of course.”

Once again, she leads the way. A tall window at the top of the staircase faces south into the noon sun. As Maya passes across it, her body becomes a silhouette. For a couple of delicious seconds, I behold a perfect profile of her breasts. When she turns away at the top of the stairs, I swiftly tug at the front of my trousers, ensuring that my burgeoning erection isn’t obvious.

Maya opens a door off the landing. “The main bedroom,” she says, stepping inside.

I glance around. The room is minimally furnished. A plain pine wardrobe, a chest of drawers of matching design. An iron-framed Queen-sized bed lies along the longest wall. It looks soft and inviting. I can’t help but wonder how Maya would look sprawled naked across it. I yearn to see the contrast between the stark white counterpane and her golden skin.

Maya turns back to me. “I’m sure you’ll agree that it’s a good-sized room.”

“Yes, it is.” I answer her smile. “Good-sized bed too.”

Her smile stalls and she looks away. “Yes, I suppose so.”

“There’s an option for the cottage to be leased furnished?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“Excellent.”

“You approve of how the cottage has been furnished?”

“It’s passable.” I take a step closer to her. “The bed has appeal though.”

I know that I’m pushing her, pushing the envelope of innuendo, but there’s potential here, a valid opening. I can feel it. I can almost taste it. I’ve misread situations before, but I’ve been right far more often than I’ve been wrong. And if I’m wrong, at least I’ll know that I explored the opportunity, that I didn’t just let it slip between my fingers into a haunted netherworld of what might have been.

“Any particular reason why the bed appeals?” she asks. Her expression remains neutral. The question could be simple polite curiosity, or something more.

I smile. “Well, it looks extremely sturdy. And I do like to have plenty of space to move around in.”

There’s a glint in Maya’s eyes. The trepidation that I glimpsed before, and … something else. Playfulness? Desire?

“Are you a restless sleeper, Mr Reveille?”

“I can be.” I hold her gaze with my own. “In fact, sometimes it can take hours for me to get off properly.”

“That sounds … uncomfortable.”

“It can be. It really depends on whose company I’m in at the time.”

“Is that so?” She arches an ironic eyebrow. “The company can make that much difference?”

“For sure.” I reach out casually with one hand and trace the taut line of her collar bone with my fingertips. She shivers slightly, but makes no effort to push my hand aside or to step away. My fingers continue around the gentle curve of her shoulder and down the outside of her slender arm. My lecherous desire is balanced on a knife edge. If I’ve misread this, misread her, I’ll know very soon.

She looks up at me, into me. “And what sort of companionship has been the most beneficial?”

“I’ve generally find myself most rewarded in the company of experienced women.”

Maya’s smile is wry. “Really? And why’s that?”

“I enjoy feeling that they know more than I do.”

She laughs without any artifice. “More about what?”

I move forward another half a step. Now there’s scarcely a foot of space between us. The scent of her perfume encompasses my senses. A light sheen of perspiration is forming across her forehead. Her lips are parted, her breathing slightly uneven.

“About what it takes to get me off most properly.”

I lean forward to kiss her. Her lips are full and soft and slightly moist. She tastes fresh. As our lips meld, my tongue traces the outside of her mouth. Her tongue comes forward to meet mine, shy at first, then with growing passion. She moves closer, pressing her body into mine. The springiness of her breasts against my chest is wonderful. I slip one hand down over the small of her back onto her glorious rear. My fingers move across her firm buttocks, drawing her even more tightly against me, so that she can feel the unmistakable outline of my erection against her mound.

Maya moans softly into my mouth. For a few seconds, she writhes sensually against me, and then suddenly she breaks the kiss and turns her face away.

“This is wrong,” she gasps.

“Why?”

“Because I’m a married woman. Because you’re a client. Because I don’t know anything about you.”

“You know that I’m looking to rent a cottage.”

She laughs in spite of herself.

“I’m married too,” I continue. “I don’t know anything about you either. And those two facts, and the fact that I’m your client, don’t seem to matter to me right now.”

She looks at me with a contempt that’s only half my fault. “Neither of us ought to be cheating.”

“And if it’s what we both want?”

Looking into her eyes, I undo the first button on her blouse. She doesn’t try to stop me. I undo the second, then the third. Maya’s gaze shifts back and forth between my face and my fingers. I pause to stroke the upslope of her breasts, then slowly unfasten the remaining buttons and open her blouse wide.

My eyes drink in the beauty of her body. The lace cups of her bra are diaphanous, the dark nipples obvious. They are semi-hard. I long to roll them gently between my fingers, to take them between my lips, to lap at them with my tongue.

Lust and fear alternate across her face as she looks at me. “I shouldn’t be doing this,” she says, her voice little more than a whisper now.

“I know. Isn’t that part of what makes it so appetizing?”

I pull the two halves of her blouse apart and it slides down her arms and falls to the floor. When I ease the bra straps from her shoulders, Maya shivers deeply.

I kiss her again, my hands coming up to cup her breasts. I relish the sensation of her nipples against the centres of my palms through the lace. Hard as bullets already, and I’ve barely touched her. Before she can protest again, I slip one hand behind her and unclip her bra with a practiced flick of my thumb and forefinger. Maya trembles as I ease the bra away from her and drop it atop her blouse.

Her breasts are as sensuous as I’d imagined: full, beautifully proportioned, crowned with two perfectly round nipples the colour of rich russet. Her breasts rise and fall softly with her breathing. I lick the tip of my index finger, use it to trace the hard nub of one nipple. Maya sighs as I draw circles around her flesh. Her eyes flutter closed.

“You like that, don’t you?” I ask.

“Yes.” That same hushed voice that holds a mix of guilt and pleasure.

I take her hand in mine, guide it to where my erection presses against the front of my trousers. “Do you like this as well?”

“Yes. No.” Her eyes open wide, and she tries to draw her hand away. “This has to stop now.”

“Don’t you think it’s too late for that?” I whisper. “Don’t you think it’s gone too far for both of us?”

“I … I don’t know.” She shakes her head bewilderedly. “I don’t know.”

I keep my hold on her hand as I unzip my trousers. I’m wearing no underwear, and my cock springs forward expectantly, eager for her touch. She watches as I draw her hand against me, press her fingers into place around my thick shaft.

“Stroke me,” I tell her.

She looks up at me, and I see the polarised emotions clashing across her expression.

I release my hold on her. “Stroke me. If you want to.”

For endless seconds she just holds me, motionless. Then her hand begins to move, slowly, carefully, rolling my foreskin back until the smooth head of my cock is revealed. Her hand moves over my length with assured grace, and I shiver at the knowledge that she is a woman of experience, that mine is not the first cock she has pleasured. I wonder how many cocks have been fortunate enough to know her touch.

I groan as she strokes me, my cock growing longer, thicker, as Maya arouses me further still. A pearly drop of pre-come oozes from the narrow opening in my cockhead. It glistens in the noon sun. Maya smears it across the top of my cock head, making it shine, making me gasp.

“You like that?” she asks.

I struggle to find my voice. “Very much.”

Maya sinks downwards, until she is kneeling before me. The tip of her tongue runs slowly around her lips. “I think you’ll like this even more.”

She draws my cock towards her mouth. The first touch of her tongue against my cockhead is electric, sending a charge up my spine. Before I have time to recover, her tongue flickers out again, swirling around my glans. My knees half-give.

Maya takes me inside her mouth. Her velvet tongue rakes along the underside of my shaft until it feels as though the head of my cock is inside her throat. I look down, scarcely able to believe how much of me is inside her mouth. And then she begins to move her head slowly back and forth, fucking me with her mouth while she fingers my swollen balls.

I can hardly stand, so great is the pleasure. I can already feel my seed rising. Reluctantly, I withdraw from the delights of her mouth.

She looks up at me in confusion. “Why … why have you stopped? Don’t you like it?”

“I don’t want to come in your mouth,” I answer. That’s a lie. I want to come in her mouth very much. But I want something more right now. I need something more.

I draw Maya back to her feet.

“Why?” she asks again.

“I want to fuck you. I want you to feel my cock inside you.”

“No,” she says. “I can’t. I’ll suck you, but you mustn’t fuck me. Please. That’s not what I want.”

“Are you really sure?”

She looks at me in silence. “No,” she says eventually, her voice scarcely audible.

I kiss her again. As I do, I take hold of both of her wrists and lift her hands above her head. I hold them against the wall with one hand, slowly turn her so she faces away from me, then draw her skirt up her thighs with the other. She’s wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra. Her buttocks are as smooth and tanned as the rest of her body. I try easing the thong down, but the position defeats me.

“Fuck it.” My fingers curl into one side of the thong’s narrow waistband and I pull. There is a snapping of cotton. I repeat the action on the other side, and then ease the material from between her thighs.

“Bastard,” she whispers. She looks over her shoulder at me. There’s only hunger in her expression now.

I raise her thong to my face and breathe in the rich musk of her cunt, then drop the torn garment to the floor.

“I know.”

I kick off my shoes, release my belt, push my trousers down and step out of them. My cock aligns itself perfectly with the tight crease between Maya’s buttocks. I slowly thrust up and down as I reach around her, slipping my hand over her flat belly, onto the soft triangle of hair adorning her mound.

Maya presses herself against my hand. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

My fingers explore her. Her clitoris and the lips of her sex are swollen with lust. I ease her labia apart, and find that her secret flesh is already wet. Slowly, I press one finger inside her, then withdraw it and lift it to my mouth so I can taste her.

“You’re delicious,” I tell her.

She gasps.

I unbutton and unzip her skirt, and it slides down her legs with a lascivious hiss. Stepping back, I ease my cock between her thighs, pressing forward so that my cockhead glides between her labia and over her clitoris. Her flesh is hot and wet against the top of my shaft. Sultry. It tells me how much she yearns to be pleasured, to be fucked. I control my urge to be inside her, thrusting slowly, fucking her clitoris. Maya’s whimpers of pleasure build, deepening, becoming more prolonged. I hear her whispering, “Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes.”

Such a mouth-watering mantra.

As I continue fucking her clit, my free hand strokes her hair, her neck, her breasts, her belly, her thighs, her ass. She shivers wherever I touch her, her skin rippling into gooseflesh.

“You like that?” I ask.

“Oh yes!”

“You’ll like this more.”

Without waiting, I draw my cockhead downwards until it nestles at the opening of her sex. With one slow, steady impulse, I ease my cock inside her.

“Oh fuck!”

I press forward until the head of my cock can go no further, until I’m entirely immersed within her burning flesh. The subtle textures of her cunt embrace my shaft, welcoming my hardness, my thickness. Maya’s moans of pleasure fuel my lust further, goading me to thrust wildly into her body until I explode. But I won’t do that. I can’t. I want her to take her pleasure first.

I want this stolen moment to last.

I’m still holding her hands against the wall as I begin making my long, steady strokes inside her. I withdraw until the tip of my cock is barely touching her labia, and then ease myself back inside to the hilt. My balls nestle against the lips of her sex, and for a moment I find myself wondering what it would be like to have my cock deep within her tight ass.

Maya’s moans of pleasure are building, becoming ever longer, ever louder. I cup her right breast and pinch her nipple softly between my thumb and forefinger as I kiss my way along the side of her neck. I have a sudden urge to stroke her clitoris, but I’m a hand short.

I release my hold on her hands. “Keep them there,” I tell her seriously.

She keeps her hands on the wall above her head. Now I have one hand committed to pleasuring her breasts, while the other busies itself with drawing tight circles around the very edges of her clitoris.

“Don’t tease me!” she begs.

My fingers ease the hood of her clitoris back until the tiny bud is completely exposed. I begin to caress her clitoris directly, moving the pads of my fingers back and forth in featherlight strokes. Maya cries out, pressing herself down to increase the pressure, forcing her buttocks back to meet my thrusts. My excitement climbs rapidly to meet hers, and I know that I must find the way to her orgasm soon. I thrust more vigorously, driving a fresh cry of pleasure from Maya’s lips each time my laden balls smack against her flesh.

“Oh fuck, yes!” The words are almost strangled by her scream of completion.

I feel her cunt trembling around my cock as she finally comes.

Spurred on, I drive my cock into her, lifting her up onto her toes with each thrust. I’m on the brink of surrendering when Maya gasps.

“Don’t come inside me!”

I want to. Oh, I want to, so fucking badly that it burns. But I heed her words and ease myself from her sex. I hold my cock and stroke it, until the familiar shudders overtake me, my seed spraying across those smooth, tanned cheeks in molten strings as my shaft throbs intensely.

We stay like that for a while; Maya leaning against the wall, me behind her, looking at her with lust and satisfaction. Beads of perspiration have gathered in the hollow at the base of her spine. Our mutual gasps for breath gradually subside. Maya slowly reaches behind herself to caress her buttocks, her fingertips running dreamily through the streaks of semen as she strokes the taut flesh.

After a few minutes, she says, “I need to take a shower. I have another appointment in two hours.”

I watch her leave the room while I lean against the wall. I close my eyes, listening to her moving in the bathroom, the sound of running water as she starts the shower. I’m wondering what happens next, how we part in the most uncomplicated manner, when I hear her shouting to me.

“The water’s lovely and warm,” she calls out. “Are you coming?”