Steal Me

Jenny was nearing the top of the ridge. She felt light and strong, her body free, her ponytail swinging, sweat beading on her forehead. She had grown up in the mountains and loved hiking. Now in her 20's, she was petite with strong abs, perky breasts, and a tight ass. The fun part about this hike was the hot guy right behind her. She and Mark had been going out for a couple of months, but this was the first time they'd hiked together.

The view from the ridge was spectacular. As they stopped to catch their breath, Mark slid his arms around her and pressed in for a kiss. A deep kiss. Their skin was sweaty and slick. His hands trailed down to her ass and gave it a possessive squeeze as he pulled her closer. Her tank top was damp with sweat and her tits peeked through, inviting his touch. She could feel his hard cock pressing into her belly, but laughed, "Mark! Not now! We're not the only hikers up here." Indeed, just as she said that, a couple of girls passed them on their way down.

That kiss had heated things up, though. They continued walking on the trail skirting the lake, but Mark couldn't concentrate on the scenery. All he could think about was that cute bottom in front of him. After some time had passed without any other hikers in view, he closed the distance between them and gave it a spank. Jenny giggled but kept on walking. He spanked her again, and this time he grabbed her hips and pulled her backwards, one hand sliding up her torso to her nipples, the other down to her crotch. "You're so distracting," he whispered. I can only think about how much I want to bury myself inside you."

"Then take me," she whispered back. Mark didn't have to be asked twice. In a flash he pulled down her shorts and panties and unzipped his fly. He bent her over, positioned himself at the entrance to her hot little pussy and pushed in, pumping hard and fast, the chance of them being caught in the act enhancing their excitement...

...Jenny moaned as her hand swirled faster around her clit. She remembered that day as clearly as if it had been last week instead of nearly 50 years in the past. As she replayed the moment, her breathing became faster, her hips moved restlessly against her hand. Her hair was gray now, her breasts fuller, her hips wider. But she still loved to cum, even if she had to pleasure herself.

Her husband had been a good, honest man, a hard worker. It's true that there had been little passion between them, but they had been compatible in other ways. He had died two years ago. The children had long ago grown up and moved away. The grandchildren who had visited during the summer had gone back to school. Now it was just Jenny, alone in the big house, upstairs in her bedroom with her memories.

The house was only a couple of miles south of town. It was a safe area, with homes along the county road every half mile or so. Jenny knew the local sheriff - he had gone to school with her son. He stopped by from time to time to check on her. The last time he'd seen her in town he mentioned that there had been a couple of burglaries and advised her to lock her doors. Jenny wasn't worried. In all the years she'd lived there, only one time had anyone broken into their property. It had been a couple of high school boys getting into the shed. They'd taken a couple of fishing poles. Those boys were now past that kind of mischief, likely had families of their own...

...Jenny was in her 30's, teaching night classes at the university. As she left her building, she realized it was later than she had thought. Her car was several blocks away, and as she walked through the night her mind was still on her work. She was surprised when a deep male voice said, "Good evening, Professor."

"Oh! Eric, you startled me!" Eric was one of her older students. Although they were both single, Jenny hadn't sought his attentions. He had made it obvious he thought she was hot, but frankly, she just hadn't had time. Still, she liked him. It was pleasant to have him walking so close beside her through the balmy night.

When they reached the car, Jenny could feel Eric's body heat as he hovered behind her. She turned around and faced him, and he pushed her gently against the car door, placing his hands on the vehicle on either side of her. Her breath caught as she realized he was going to kiss her. A first kiss can be so very sweet, and this one made her melt. He started by brushing his soft lips against hers ever so gently, as if testing to see if she would pull away. She didn't. She couldn't. As Eric deepened the kiss, the sweetness of it sent heat through her body. For the first time in her life, she understood what it felt like to go weak at the knees. Eric put his arm around her, holding her up as he continued to kiss her with more intensity. His other hand slid up to stroke her breasts. Jenny was overwhelmed by the feelings. It was so very good, so unexpected, so hot. Soon both his hands were on her, stroking, squeezing, flicking her nipples through her dress. Jenny couldn't breathe. She wanted him. She opened the back door of her car, and they tumbled in. The next surprise was the size of his cock. Eric's was huge, thick, long, powerful. Jenny's panties were so wet, and then Eric yanked them off and entered her with a groan...

...Jenny groaned now as the thought of that night brought her climax closer. She flicked her nipples the way Eric had so many years ago and pressed one finger deep inside her wet pussy. She was so close now, concentrating on the colors swirling behind her eyelids and the waves of building pleasure. Ah, it was so sweet! So sweet! She bucked and cried out as she came.

And then tears leaked from her eyes as she came down from the high and realized again that she was alone. She missed passion. She was older, but not so old that she didn't long for passion again.

Jenny had been so engrossed in her pleasure that she hadn't really focused on a sound she had been hearing at the back of her mind. When had that started? Quiet footsteps somewhere in the house. Intermittent. Not a skittering like a mouse. Not the scraping of a branch against a window. Not the confident step of one of her children stopping by. Besides, it was the middle of the night and no one visited her then. But it definitely was someone. She remembered what the sheriff had said about the break-ins in town. What would someone want to steal from her? She didn't have many valuables. She thought of how the sheriff had told her she should lock her doors so she wouldn't be burglarized.

But Jenny hadn't locked her doors. In fact, she had left them unlocked - on purpose. As the steps came closer, she began to breathe faster. If it was the thief, had he heard her cries of pleasure? Did he know what she had been doing upstairs alone in her bedroom?

"Steal me," she thought. She ached for it with everything in her. "Steal me."
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