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faelans_folly2013-06-08 02:03 pm
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[AU for Coraline]
Sam was busy with yard chores. He had never imagined that he would be living on his own, busily working at yard work. His dad would be utterly, utterly shocked that Sam was doing it voluntarily and wondering why he was never so eager back home.
Of course, back home he was doing it for his dad, not for his ridiculously hot neighbor. Never mind that she was a bit older, she was still crazy hot and with an English accent that just did things for him. So he did things for her, like mow her lawn.
Which was huge, but that was okay. He didn't mind. Sometimes Ms. Jones came out to check on him or offer him lemonade or something and that made it all worth it. Especially in the summer when she wore shorts that showed off legs that went forever and then some.
Pausing to empty the bag on the mower, Sam wiped the sweat out of his eyes and looked out across the giant back yard, noting that he was still only about half done. He eyed the pool longingly, wondering if he could jump in for a quick dip to cool off before continuing on.
Of course, back home he was doing it for his dad, not for his ridiculously hot neighbor. Never mind that she was a bit older, she was still crazy hot and with an English accent that just did things for him. So he did things for her, like mow her lawn.
Which was huge, but that was okay. He didn't mind. Sometimes Ms. Jones came out to check on him or offer him lemonade or something and that made it all worth it. Especially in the summer when she wore shorts that showed off legs that went forever and then some.
Pausing to empty the bag on the mower, Sam wiped the sweat out of his eyes and looked out across the giant back yard, noting that he was still only about half done. He eyed the pool longingly, wondering if he could jump in for a quick dip to cool off before continuing on.
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"Breasts," he said, eyes going wide as she took the bikini off. "P-perfect breasts. Absolutely perfect. Flawless. Just... wow."
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Coraline smirked knowingly, pushing Sam backwards in the water until his back was against the side. "You're sweet Sam and are you going to touch them? Would you like to?"
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Sam was pretty confused by some of what she was saying, when she's twenty or whatever, but he figures that's because of the breasts. Those perfect, glorious, wonderful breasts he had previously only scene from a distance and through a window. He was so dumbfounded by them he didn't even notice she was moving him until he backed against the wall.
"Yes and yes. Oh please let me touch them, I'll do anything."
Not that it wasn't probably already very clear he'd do anything.
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"Oh please take advantage," Sam whispered, still staring at her very naked and glorious breasts. That were brushing against his chest. And then she nibbled on his earlobe again and he was losing his damn time and getting hard again already. When she actually put his hands on her breasts he thought he would die. When he didn't and clearly had permission though, he brought them up and palmed her breasts, squeezing them experimentally.
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She was playing the part just the way he had asked her to. Her husband well, he was a funny one. Funnier than the Doctor and he'd made them all share a room once which hadn't been at all awkward what with the hammocks. "Ah, that's it." Coraline moaned, biting her bottom lip when Sam squeezed her breasts.
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"Yessss," Sam said, instantly getting hard again at the mention of Miss Jones riding him. He couldn't have crafted a better fantasy than this if he had years to plan it. Speaking of which, he was planning on paying attention to her breasts for a long time. He continued kneading them, reaching over to brush his thumbs along the nipples experimentally, looking up into her eyes to see what kind of reaction that got.
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"Ah," Coraline moaned, sucking in a breath as she felt a pull of desire as he brushed against her nipple. "Oh God Sam, kiss me."
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Sam absolutely did not need to be told twice to do that, especially not while she was was holding his cock and had that expression on her face from him playing with her nipples. Deciding to go for broke, Sam moved one hand down to her ass and squeezed it before kissing her hard and fast, if a bit nervously.
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Moaning into his mouth, she gripped his hair tighter before forcing him to slow down. She wanted him to last all night after all.
"Slower, but definitely harder. You've wanted this for a while now, haven't you Sam?" Coraline asked, biting his bottom lip as she ran her thumb over the tip of his cock.
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He kissed her again, slower this time but with more force, more... passion. Because he was definitely not short on passion. Even if she wasn't crazy hot, she had always been really awesome to him.
"First time I saw you," he murmured between kissed. "That night, I had to jerk off."
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"Oh fuck you're so bad," Sam said, whimpering at her words as much as what she was doing with the head of his cock. Both were good though, so very good and he wanted even more, as greedy as that was.
"All of that! Think of all those and more."
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"Bed," he said, moving out of the water after her as if he were mesmerized. Really, he wanted her to tie him up or handcuff him to the bed and ride him so many different ways, but he'd take what he could get.
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"Oh damn that ass," Sam groaned, hastily gathering up his clothes as and following her inside. He did happen to know exactly where her bedroom was, he'd watched her through the window several times, guiltily spying on her while she changed. Now he wondered if she had done that on purpose.
Her house seemed kind of cool, but he was a man on a mission and was really not paying that much attention to his surroundings.
"Handcuffs?" he said, cock aching with need at the thought.