It was a windy July night and Allison was still up trying to finish her college assignment.
Pushing the wooly blanket aside, she stretched her lean legs before sliding her feet into her rubber flip-flops and headed to the kitchen. She was used to walking through the corridor in darkness, the streetlights lit it up just enough for her to find her way. She passed the room Sally had occupied up until the previous summer, until she moved to art school in Berlin. She missed her best friend. She was lucky, Sally’s parents offered for her to stay here so she could finish her last year at college.
As she reached the head of the stairs, a tiny beam of light shined across the floor in front of her. It was coming from the keyhole of Mr. & Mrs. Daltons bedroom. Looks like Mr. Dalton is working late again she thought. She skipped down the flight of stairs into kitchen, opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of chocolate milk.
A weird shriek from the other side of the house made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Maybe another raccoon had got into the house attic again. Oh jeezs they terrified her. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to run to the safety of her room, or get Sally’s dad. Another piercing shriek, helped make her mind up, she had to get Mr. Dalton. She tiptoed up the stairs towards their room hoping to avoid the animal from noticing and attacking her.
As she reached their door she heard a weird sound. This time, it different, it was a cross between a purr and a growl, and was definitely coming from the Daltons room. That can’t be a raccoon. Curiosity gets the better of her, and she peaks through the keyhole to see what type of strange animal was being held in there.
That was when she saw them… Rose petals littered the floor, giant red candles burned on the nightstand, and in the middle Mrs. Dalton laid. A sheer lace negligee flowing over her taut body, barely hid her nudity. She looked like a woman possessed by the spirits, her hair was wild her legs were up in the air, her head thrown so far back, one would think her neck might snap at any moment.
Mr. Dalton was there to. A gold satin, shiny G-string left nothing to the imagination as he buried his face deep into her pussy. She purred loudly as he worked her lady parts with his flicking tongue. They were obviously enjoying themselves. He continued to ravish her, using his fingers to pleasure her, alternating with some tongue action.
Mrs. Dalton moaned an almost inaudible sound that signified she was enjoying everything being done to her. She writhed and grinded her hips like an anaconda on animal planet. He pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, encouraging her to stand up. He then lay on his back, looking at her, seductively and persuading her in sweet words to come to him. Like a seductress, she did a little wiggle, which looked ridiculous, whilst slowly peeling off the nightgown that barely covered her anyway.
For a woman in her late 40’s she sure had a good body, all the years of active membership at the county club had paid off. It appeared lust had consumed Mr. Dalton as he barely gave her the opportunity finish her seductive dance routine, before pulling her to onto the bed kissing her ever so crudely. He proceeded to run his hands through her hair, cheeks, tweaking her nipples, before allowing them to take a stroll down to her nether region where they worked there magic leaving Mrs. Dalton trembling.
His lips found their way to her now overly erect nipples, sucking them as if his life depended on it, she threw her head back shrieking digging her nails into his back. So that’s the horrible animal noise.
My left eye was becoming weary, so I switched to the right one, which seemed excited to be given the opportunity to enjoy what her counterpart had been devouring.
Mrs. Dalton rolled on top and slowly worked her way down his hairy chest, sucking his nipples and rolling the chest hair with her supple tongue. She took time at his navel licking it passionately and along the folds on his not so flat tummy, before making her way to his erect manhood caressing it with her tongue.
Mr. Dalton’s head was slightly raised, as he watched her flick off his G-string and work his man parts skillfully. They both maintain eye contact as she sucked on his erect length and balls passionately.
As I tried to position myself better to see all the action, my flip-flops squeak on the wooden floor…we all freeze. Mrs. Dalton spins around, trying to find the source of the sound. “Is anyone there?” she yells. She begins to panic and attempts to cover her nakedness with her gown. As I try to back away silently, my flip-flops thud on he ground.
“Oh My God, Oh My God” she screams. “Someone’s at the door.” I rip off my flops and scamper across the corridor as fast as I can back to my room, shutting the door behind me in a nick of time. I dive under my sheets feigning sleep. Moments later Mr. Dalton pushes open my door peering in at me. “Alison, are you awake?” I don’t move a muscle. He waits for a few more seconds then leaves without saying a word. I sigh a deep breath of relief, and giggle to myself, how was I ever going to face them I the morning?