Revel in the Abandon Ch. 02

It had been almost ten years since Nell Capuano had flown. Needless to say, the hassle and aggravation involved had multiplied exponentially since then.

She'd mustered the gusto to weather the two delays, the insidiously invasive security measures, even the baby three rows back that cried all through take off. Once they were finally up, flying east across America's breadbasket, Nell was able to get some much needed rest. She knew the next five days could be quite draining.

This was also the first time she'd ever flown alone. Her husband certainly had no interest spending four days at a Mary Kay conference in Boston, and they agreed it probably wasn't a good idea for him to tag along when she drove the rental car south to Newport to visit some of her old friends in Rhode Island, considering the legacy he'd left behind there.

The first leg of her trip, the conference, would be laced with a healthy dose of optimism and dread. Optimism, because it would give her the chance to re-kindle some connections, tell a few war stories, along with providing an opportunity to just get out of the house for a week. The dread came in when she'd invariably have to answer the questions about how such a successful business woman could throw all that hard work away and move to Timbuktu. Not that some of them minded considering Nell's lost sales was their gain.

She could close her eyes and almost nail down every single ad-lib or quip she'd use during the conference to cover her tracks. How the second part of her 'vacation' would play out once she made the short drive down to Newport, that was another story.

The trip to Boston had been planned for months, the addendum to visit her old stomping grounds had been a late addition. All it took was one accidental look at the listing of friends on her oldest son's Facebook page to light the fuse of a potential powder keg.

Over the course of time, people's hair color might change, either by nature or design. It may become longer or shorter, just as their frame may become wider or thinner. They may put on weight or take it off, even change their appearance through medical altercation. One thing that stays relatively constant, however, is the unique gleam in each individual's eyes. Having raised that two second snippet of catching someone peeking at her through the fence of her old house in Rhode Island to near mythical status in her own mind, to once again see those same eyes peering back at her from the screen of her son's computer nearly caused Nell Capuano to have a stroke.

What had happened in the 10 minutes or so following the haunting recognition, Nell wasn't exactly proud of. Thankfully, no one else on Earth would ever have to know.

JJ Gentry's family lived two blocks from the Capuano's home back in Newport. In hindsight, Nell remembered the now 22 year old did hang out with the Henley boys next door quite a bit back then, but honestly, she'd never given him a second thought since her family had been exiled to Arizona. Rocking back and forth as she stared at JJ's seemingly innocuous picture on the screen, Nell somehow felt the young man had become part of the fabric of her being.

Like magma being pushed up to the outer crust, the years worth of built up curiosity and frustration burst through.

"You could just say now you know who it was and get on with your life, Nell," her conscience solemnly scolded, but powers far greater were already set in motion.

Before she even realized she had, Nell's right hand had dropped between the pink thighs of the old pair of sweatpants she often did housework in. Her pussy responded instantly, sending a humid wave through the material of her pants to the rotating digits of her fingers.

Considering the young man had never been what you'd call 'on Nell's radar', she'd never taken the time to assess how truly handsome the young lad was. The few times she remembered seeing the Gentry clan together, JJ did have his father's rather prominent jawline and broad shoulders. The dark and brooding hallows of his eyes, however, were all his mother's.

"Bet those eyes of hers would be burning if she knew the way I was thinking about her oldest son right now," Nell flinched as she continued to fixate on the thumbnail photo.

The cautionary thought did nothing to stop her. If anything, it tweaked something twistedly devious inside Nell, causing her to wrench her hand that much harder between her thighs.

Reaching forward with her left hand as she kept the pressure on her crotch tight with her right, Nell clicked on the icon to switch the page from her son's profile to JJ's. Leaning back on the bed and biting her lower lip, Nell's belly filled with a cauldron of boiling heat as JJ's image spread across the screen.

The bigger picture simply allowed Nell to lose herself that much quicker in JJ's dark, cavernous gaze. Rutting forward on her buried hand, Nell commenced with her hypnotic, well-practiced ritual of self gratification. Spinning her fingers rapidly across her flared vaginal folds, Nell gouged the sizzling ridge of her clitoris with her thumb as the bed below began to creak.

Sliding forward off the bed just before she stained her son's sheets with her own seeping lust, Nell kept her eyes focused squarely on the young man's face on the screen as she came to rest on her knees. Rocking her hips forward in quick, jerking circles, Nell looked every bit a sinner kneeling before an alter as she shoved her hand deep inside her pants.

Within a few seconds she'd clasped her left hand across the front of her loose fitting tee-shirt, squeezing her heaving breasts hard as she shamefully barreled towards release in the center of her son's bedroom.

Alone in her house in Flagstaff that had yet to feel like home, Nell Capuano let out a low and gurgling moan until she doubled over on the carpeted floor, her loins churning as she absorbed her self inflicted orgasm. Through it all, JJ Gentry's pixilated smile remained stoic on the screen, as if unphased by the display of depravity taking place on the floor below.

Re-living the carnal crescendo of one of the weakest moments of her life as she dozed on the plane, Nell jerked upright in her seat when the flight attendant eased over and asked if she needed a pillow.

"....Uh...No...I'm good...," Nell babbled to the pretty Asian woman somewhere over Missouri, the color slowly starting to return to her cheeks.

The warmth glazing the seat beneath her would take a little longer to subside, however.

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The four day conference had gone better than Nell could have hoped. Re-connecting with several old faces and making friends with many new, in a professional sense she felt as vital and engaged as she had in a very long time. Every night once back in her room she called her husband and kids to check on them as well, shunning the opportunity to go out and sample the abundant nightlife surrounding her hotel.

"Saving your energy for Day 5," a sly, intuitive voice Nell didn't quite recognize whispered inside her head, even though her rational mind hadn't yet wrapped itself around what she was about to do.

Even though it had been four years plus since Nell set foot in Newport, the last thing she felt like was a returning hero triumphantly making her way back into town. Rolling into town in her rented Acura, no one she knew from the fair hamlet even knew she had made the trip.

Driving by the high school where her husband's sins had played out, Nell couldn't help but simmer in her seat as all the deja-vu feelings of anger and hurt she thought she'd tucked away for good began to nibble once again at her craw.

"Like pulling an old scab back," she reasoned, feeling the ripping sting but knowing no blood was left to shed.

Tempted to swing by some of her old haunts, Nell continually reminded herself to stay on task. She did make the one very difficult decision to drive up her old street and see what the people they'd sold the house to had done to the place. Cringing as she steered towards the property, Nell choked back a couple of tears until she saw the place wasn't all that much different than they'd left it.

Weaving up and down several of the other streets to check on some of her former friends' homes, Nell was thankful she'd chosen a rental with tinted windows so no one she knew would recognize her inside. Those tinted windows would also play a crucial role if everything went according to plan.

The park where most of the local kids gathered was about four blocks from Nell's old house. While video games and other digital pursuits had certainly put a crimp into the outdoor activities of kids today, with Summer here and school out, the park was usually teeming with young male testosterone. Rounding the bend and easing into one of the small parking lots that had been carved out of a picturesque woodline, Nell immediately saw the pool and basketball courts were bustling on this warm, but thankfully not overbearing day.

"Well, you made it this far without anyone knowing you were in town," Nell congratulated herself as she backed into one of those out of the way parking spaces and surveyed the landscape.

Reaching for her Diet Coke and taking a long swig, Nell winced from the hearty extra nip of bourbon she'd added to help her get through the day. It didn't take long for her eyes to settle on the basketball courts a 100 or so yards away. Even though it had been nearly a half decade since she'd seen any of those boys, she immediately recognized several as they hustled up and down the blacktop in shirts and skins.

The air conditioning potent in the cab of her car, a razor sharp chill coiled down Nell's spine as she scanned for familiar faces. Even though she didn't see JJ Gentry out on the courts, Nell's thighs gracefully rubbed together beneath the steering wheel as she picked out some of the crew he use to run with.

Every so often someone would come or go from the parking lot or stroll by walking their dog, but it did little to distract Nell's focus. Even from a distance, she could see all the boys on the courts were sweaty as they baked under the midday Sun. The guys without shirts glistened as they ran back and forth, and the ones with shirts were soaked clean through. Somewhere along the way Nell parted her knees slightly and allowed her fingers to traipse upwards towards the warmth of her crotch.

Why she'd even gone through the trouble of wearing panties, Nell hadn't a clue. The lacy blue thong did match the sundress she'd picked out for her trip, at least. Pressing her fingertips into the damp, silky material, Nell began flinching seductively in her seat.

"Nooooo..not yet," she scolded herself, knowing she could masturbate right there in the parking lot, but deciding for the moment to let her boiling angst continue to build.

Placing both her hands back on the steering wheel, Nell took a series of long, deep breaths to calm herself before taking the final plunge. After 10 minutes or so of sitting there, the driver's side door of her rental opened and she stepped out. She hadn't come all this way just to watch some college aged boys play pick-up basketball.

The womb of comfort she'd been in inside the car quickly dissipated as soon as the beating Sun took her hostage. Sunglasses on with her head down, Nell made her way across the grassy field to the basketball courts, praying she wouldn't run into anyone she knew. Exchanging pleasantries was the last thing she had the stomach for.

Wearing heels probably wasn't the best idea either, but the two inch jobs she'd chosen were at least bearable if this was going to be the longest trek of the day on foot. Thankfully, just before reaching the edge of the blacktop, Nell dodged a freshly deposited gift from a pooch still steaming in the grass.

Patting herself on the chest in a final attempt at composure, Nell looked up and scanned the virile and bustling landscape for a familiar face.

If ever a person stuck out like a sore thumb, it was Nell standing in the middle of a couple of dozen sweaty guys, in a pair of heels and a clingy, low cut sundress. Before she was forced to come up with some smooth and seamless way to interrupt the proceedings, she heard "Mrs. Capuanao?" being called out from the crowd to her right.

Tilting her sunglasses up on her head as she turned to make out the voice, she recognized Damon Echols, one of her oldest son's school mates from back in the day. Unfortunately, he wasn't one of the handful of boys Nell had made the cross country pilgrimage to see.

"Oh.....Hi Damon," she smiled and stepped towards him. "Yes..it's me..how's your mom and dad?"

Nell didn't care in the least how Damon's parents were doing, it was sort of the last vestige of her politeness reflex kicking in. Damon was a sweet enough boy, but that wasn't what had brought Nell all the way back to Rhode Island. Instead, she made small talk with him long enough to scope out the surroundings and find at least three of the young men she'd mentally bookmarked, including JJ Gentry.

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It wasn't JJ's cock, however, that was currently stuffed inside Nell's mouth. Twenty-one year old Matt Bivens was the lucky recipient.

Matt's dad owned a local garage that had done a lot of work for the Capuano family way back when. As Nell stood there on the sidelines sizing the bushy haired blonde up when she'd first arrived, it was clear to any woman with a pulse Matt had grown into quite the young specimen.

It was like being in a surreal time machine, really. All those boys she remembered as pre-teens and teens were all now at their masculine peak, and it seemed as if the numbers of them multiplied before Nell's very eyes as their bare flesh glistened in the Sun.

Luring Matt back to her car would have been justified for Nell, if for no other reason than his good looks and alluring manner. She had put a little more thought into it, however. Even as far back as a decade, the times she was around Matt, he had the gait of a natural leader. An alpha dog, if you will. Nell sensed if she could get him on board with her sordid scenario, it would make it easier for the other boys to follow suit. The fact that he had a working knowledge of auto mechanics helped as well. After all, what self respecting man would turn down a lady in distress.

Within 10 minutes of asking Matt if he'd walk over to the parking lot and look under her hood, she was, in a sense, under his.

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Even to Matt's moderately trained eyes, he could tell there was nothing wrong with Nell's Acura. The temperature was fine, the belts were all buzzing smoothly and the engine was purring like a kitten. Nell, on the other hand, seemed like another story entirely. As close as she was standing as he peered under the hood, Matt could smell the bourbon on her breath, and he was pretty sure the way she kept brushing against his right arm with her boobs wasn't an accident.

Matt admittedly wasn't always the brightest light in the chandelier. Of all the boys he'd grown up with, he was one of the few that never had designs on college, content to follow in his father's footsteps at the garage. Unlike many of his cohorts, Matt did seem to have an innate ability to size up people then get them to do what he wanted.

He'd seen women act the way Nell currently was, had even bedded a few. Still, he never really gave that any serious thought until she'd invited him into the car and in very short order, worked her hands down the front of his dark gray gym shorts.

Jerking backwards in the passenger seat at first, as if his brain hadn't yet processed what his eyes were seeing, it took a few seconds but Matt's primal blade of instinct inevitably kicked in. Dropping his left hand down on the back of Nell's head once she'd lowered her face down to his crotch, Matt let out a throaty gasp and shook his head side to side when he felt the older woman's lips close around his rapidly inflating cock.

Her thick and luxurious hair billowing out in all directions in front of him, Matt felt Nell's left hand close around his jutting prick as she blindly rubbed the opened palm of her right up and down his ripped abs.

"What the fuck?" he moaned loud enough for Nell to hear, meaning it in every possible way those three words could be construed, but appreciative she didn't remove her mouth from his heaving dick to answer such a stupid question.

Taking a guy who'd just spent the past two hours running on a sundrenched basketball court and placing him in the cramped confines of a car, the pungent scent of his aerobic excursion registered clearly on Nell's palate each time she inhaled. Strangely, it turned her on that much more, as if the swarming pheromones in Matt's sweat added gasoline to her already raging, internal fire.

What she was lacking in technique giving the boy head in the passenger seat, Nell more than made up for with brute determination and unquenchable spirit. Gnawing, sucking, licking and kissing the pulsing phallus in her mouth with every thread of her wanton soul, it wasn't long until the only logical climax.

Despite the fluids he'd perspired over the course of the afternoon, Matt Bivens shot an incredibly abundant amount of his seminal payload down Nell Capuano's churning throat. Her mouth essentially serving as an Electro-Lux around the throbbing base of his cock, Nell did the best she could to keep up as Matt overwhelmed her his custardy jizz.

Rubbing his fingers through Nell's dark, tangled hair as he hurled his muscular hips off the seat, Matt braced his back against the car door as he finished fucking the older woman's face. Stealing a quick peek over his shoulder to his friends up at the basketball courts, he saw that most of them had returned to their game, oblivious to the indecency taking place behind the tinted windows of the Acura, 100 yards away. As for the 70ish lady who'd just pulled up two spaces over to take a jaunt around the park's walking trail, Matt wasn't so sure.

Matt's stunningly resilient 21 year old phallus continued to jut, fully aroused and ready for more when Nell pulled back. Seeing the hymen of spent semen bubble from her mouth when she let out her first guttural exhale, Matt reached down with his index finger and wiped a long, milky wad of his cum from the married woman's cheek before stuffing the remaining seed between Nell's soft, willing lips.

"She ain't nowhere close to being done," Matt thought to himself as the musky scent of Mrs. Capuano's arousal flooded his senses.

The head of his cock once again flaring to the size of an oversized gumball when Nell began spi-shining his girth to a full polish, Matt reached over and tucked his left hand under the woman's dress as she leaned in from the driver's seat. He immediately felt the volcanic warmth radiating between her thighs. Trying to juxtapose Nell's face now with the one he remembered from his teenage years only caused his dick to lurch that much harder in Nell's bathing mouth.

Greedily teasing his hairy balls with her manicured nails when she finally looked up to speak, Nell basked in the glow of a woman in complete control of things few ever get the chance to tap in to.

"I can get a hotel room out by the highway," she gazed into Matt's still disbelieving face, enjoying the way his entire body spasmed when she slithered her tongue around the ridge shaped head of his rigid shank.

Tracing her fingertips across the lovely, almost chiseled outline of his pecs, she watched his eyes roll back in their sockets when she began pumping his dick with her right fist.

"...Just you and me..?," the 21 year old boy nearly coughed.

"Actually, I was thinking about you taking a walk back over to the courts and inviting two other guys along...my choosing....," Nell offered before tenderly kissing the young man on his ultra sensitive left nipple.