Story 8
Summary:
Dave, twenty years old. His mother has told him to go and do some chores for a friend of hers that he has never met. He’s not looking forward to it. But his day is about to get a lot better.
Holly, forty years old. When Dave comes round to help her out, she knows just what to do with him, and it's not long before they are having some real fun!
Age gap, oral, blow jobs, pussy licking, titty fucking, titty sucking, jerk off, and fingering.
When Dave woke up in the morning, he had a moment of peace before he remembered what he had to do that day.
He groaned to himself and closed his eyes.
Then, he opened them again and looked up at the ceiling.
He shook his head and wondered to himself how he had managed to get himself into this situation.
He thought back to when his mother had first started to mention her new friend.
He wondered to himself if he should have seen the signs, even back then.
He wondered if it was some kind of foreshadowing, a warning of what was to come.
However, as she sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes, he told himself that there was no way that he could possibly have known where this was all going to lead.
His mother had first mentioned her new friend, Holly, about a year ago.
He sat there in his bed, looking at the door to the bathroom, trying to motivate himself to get ready, and thought about the whole situation.
It had started out innocently enough. His mother had told the family that she’d made a new friend at her yoga class.
“Her name’s Holly. She’s new to the area. I thought that I might show her around a bit. She seems nice.”
However, the friendship had quickly grown from there, and it seemed as though the two women had become inseparable.
One thing that Dave did find strange was that, in all this time, he still hadn’t met Holly. Somehow, she had never been round to their house.
There had been one time when his mother had taken his father along to a drinks party that Holly was going to be at, and there had seemed to be a bit of tension between the two of them afterward.
From things that he overheard, he gathered that his father had not been able to hide the fact that he had found Holly very attractive.
“What am I supposed to do?” Dave heard his father saying in another room one night, “When she shows up dressed like that, she knows what she’s doing.”
“She was just dressing for the occasion!” Dave’s mother had snapped back at him, “And you’re a married man. You need to keep your eyes where they are supposed to be. Not looking down the front of my friend’s dress.”
“Look, I’m sorry. But with that dress, well, it seemed to me that pretty much everything was on display!”
"Just behave yourself in the future, OK?"
“OK, OK, I promise.”
The whole thing had blown over, but Dave had to admit that he had found it quite amusing. He wondered just who this woman was who had managed to catch his father’s eye like this. His mother hadn’t really described Holly’s appearance.
However, he had found himself busy with his own life and, soon enough, he had stopped wondering about Holly. He was twenty years old, after all, and he had other things to be thinking about besides his mother’s friends. He had friends of his own that he wanted to be having fun with.
That was, of course, until his mother had asked him if he could go and help Holly with some odd jobs around her house.
“But it’s the weekend,” he had complained.
“Exactly,” his mother had replied, “so you should have plenty of time.”
“But I had plans.”
“Well, I’m sure that you can shuffle around your busy schedule of hanging out with your friends to do a few good deeds to help out a friend of mine.”
He had known that there was little point in arguing about it, and so he had reluctantly agreed to do it.
Now, the day had dawned, and he was dreading it.
It wasn’t just the work, although that was certainly something that he wasn’t looking forward to.
It was more the fact that he'd had plans with some of his friends, and that had included Amy, whom he would certainly much rather be spending his time with.
He wasn't sure just what Holly would have planned for him, but he hoped that he would be able to get it out of the way quickly enough that he could still go and catch up with his friends.
And then, when he got hold of Amy, he felt as though the real fun would begin.
They’d been having some fun together at various points over the past few months. They were both keen to keep it casual, but he had to admit that he sometimes couldn’t believe his luck in getting hold of a girl like her.
It wasn’t that he was self-deprecating about his own qualities. He knew that there were plenty of girls his age who were very into him, and that was certainly something that he had taken advantage of at various points.
He was tall and athletic. He enjoyed outdoor activities, which helped to give him a lean, toned look as well as helping with the tan that gave him a healthy glow.
He had a handsome face, with piercing green eyes, a strong jawline, short, light brown hair, and a kind of warmth that radiated from him that seemed to put people at ease whenever they met him.
He was confident, and it was something that was apparent whenever people met him for the first time.
He was used to attention from girls. But when he had first seen Amy, he had suddenly felt as though, maybe, he had finally met someone who was out of his league, and he didn't really know how to cope with the situation.
He had been hanging out with some friends of his when some of their other friends came to join them. One of them had introduced Amy to the group, and he had been completely transfixed by her.
She was slim and petite, with a killer figure.
Her legs weren't long, but they were toned.
She had a small, peachy ass, flat stomach, and perky breasts.
Her face was beautiful. She had delicate features that made her look almost ethereal.
She had a small mouth, large, light green eyes, and a small nose.
Her hair was light brown and shoulder-length.
They had started talking to one another, getting to know each other.
He had thought that she was out of his league, but as they continued speaking to one another, he started to realize that she was flirting with him.
She started out by looking at him with something that looked like wide-eyed innocence.
However, as time wore on, he saw the look in her eyes change.
She smiled at him in a certain way, and it occurred to him that she didn't look so innocent after all.
He started to wonder just who the real Amy was, and he started to think that, maybe, he would find out for himself soon enough.
However, toward the end of the evening, she had looked at her watch, scowled, and told him that she had to get going. He could still remember the disappointment that he had felt in that moment.
But then she had leaned in, putting one hand on one of his shoulders, and kissed him on the corner of the mouth for just a moment.
“Call me,” she said, looking deep into his eyes.
“I don’t have your number,” he replied.
“Think of that as your first test.”
“And what do I get if I pass?”
“You’ll see.”
He had managed to get her phone number from one of her friends.
Then, he had waited a couple of days before calling her up. He had been thinking about what kind of date to ask her on, what kind of things she might like to do.
However, all of those plans quickly went out of the window as soon as they started talking.
“Look,” she said, “why don’t you just come round to my place? I’m here, all alone. I could really do with some company.”
That was all that he needed to hear. He got the address and headed there right away.
She opened the door wearing tiny hot pants that showed off her legs and a tight crop top that clung to her breasts, leaving him in no doubt that she wasn't wearing a bra as her nipples pushed against the thin fabric.
He caught a flash of her midriff and felt the desire deep within him like a hot, heavy weight.
He wanted her. And, luckily for him, it seemed as though she wanted him just as much.
She laughed slightly when she saw him, and then she took hold of both of his hands in hers. She led him backward through the house till they reached her bedroom.
“Here we are, then,” she said.
“Here we are,” he replied. He could feel his cock getting stiffer already as the reality of this situation started to really hit home.
She pulled him to her and then reached up to put a hand behind the back of his head. She pulled him down to her, and then they were kissing. Their lips joined together, and the passion of the moment grew between them, their tongues meeting and moving over one another.
His hands went to her waist. He felt the bare skin of her midriff, her tight, little body beneath his hands. He pulled her to him, wanting her.
But then she turned him around and pushed him back to the bed.
He climbed onto it, leaning back on the pillows. She climbed on after him. She was on her knees, looking down at him.
Then, she lifted up one leg and placed it on the other side of him, straddling him.
She pushed her hair back as she bent over him, and then she bent down further, and then they were kissing once more.
His hands went to her thighs, moving up and down them, feeling her skin, wanting to feel more of her, wanting to feel every single part of her.
His hands moved further up and grabbed her ass, one hand on each ass cheek, squeezing them.
While he was doing this, he felt her hands on his body, moving up beneath his T-shirt.
Then, she was pulling on his T-shirt. He took his hands away so that she could pull it up over his head. Her hands went to him, moving over his chest as she admired him.
She bent down to kiss him again, and then she bent down further, licking at his chest.
His hands were on her waist now. They moved up beneath her top, feeling her soft body beneath his hands.
They went up further, finding the swell of her breasts. His thumbs went to the nipples and rubbed at them, moving back and forth over them.