Story 8 #3
She came over to the table and bent over it, leaning forward. Her breasts looked as though they were about to spill out of her dress. It was becoming harder and harder to drag his eyes away from them.
“So,” she said, “what are we going to get up to today?”
“Whatever you want,” he replied. He looked into her eyes and smiled. He was trying to act confident, but he felt as though he was caught by this woman, as though he was nothing more than her plaything. He had to admit that he was quite enjoying that feeling, however.
“Whatever I want,” she said, “Now, there’s an offer. How about I show you?”
“Sure,” he said.
She straightened up, and he got to his feet.
“Come on,” she said.
She surprised him then by taking him by the hand. Her touch was firm and assured.
She led him through the house, upstairs, and then into her bedroom. He noted that she must have made the bed while she was getting ready. He looked at the bed and thought about her lying in there, naked. He was trying to control himself, but it was hard.
She followed his gaze and then looked into his face.
“Ah, yes,” she said, “that’s where all the fun happens, isn’t it?”
He didn’t say anything.
She moved in closer to him. She reached up and stroked his face.
“You like to have fun?” she asked him softly.
“I like fun,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.
“Good boy,” she said.
Then, she leaned in closer to him. Her hand was still on his cheek, her touch light.
Then, she kissed him. He felt her lips brush against his for a moment, and then she pulled back. She looked into his eyes.
“Is this what you want?” she asked him.
This was crazy, he told himself. This was his mother’s friend. And yet, he wanted her. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anyone or anything before.
All that he could do was nod.
And then she leaned in to kiss him again. His lips parted, ready for hers, and then they locked together, began to move together, their noses bumping into one another as they adjusted their position.
Her hand slid down from his face, down to his chest, moving over his firm muscles.
Her other hand went behind him, moving up his back and then going to his hair, her slender fingers sliding through it before grabbing hold of it.
His hands stayed at his sides for several moments as his brain was still trying to process just what was happening here. It all seemed so unbelievable that he could hardly make sense of what was happening.
However, as he surrendered to the kiss, his hands went up to her face, feeling her soft cheeks beneath his touch.
One of his thumbs brushed over one of her ears, and he stroked it, moving the thumb back and forth.
His other hand went to her waist. He felt her curves beneath his hand as he moved his hand up and down her waist.
The hand then moved around behind her. He held her with his hand on the small of her back. Then, he pulled her to him, and she came.
Her hand had moved down from his chest, down to his stomach.
He felt the hand go to the top of his pants and, for a moment, he thought that she was going to undo his pants right there, that she was going to make a move for his cock.
He was certainly ready for her; there was no denying that.
His cock was hard and throbbing in his pants, ready to be released, ready for her, for whatever she wanted of him.
However, instead of doing that, the hand pulled at his T-shirt and then moved beneath it.
Her hand was now on his body with nothing between the touch of her fingers and his skin.
The hand moved slowly but with a sense of determination, as though she wanted to feel every part of him but also didn’t want to rush things.
His kisses moved to her cheek, down to her throat. She tilted her head to one side. He could hear her breathing heavily as he pushed his lips against her skin, as he tasted her, as he bit her gently.
His kisses moved down to her shoulder. He felt one of her hands go to his cheek again for a moment.
One of his hands ran down one of her arms as he moved his face back to hers.
He looked into her eyes. He could see the desire in them, and he was sure that she would be able to see his own desire in his eyes.
He wanted her in a way that he had never wanted anyone before.
This was a wild, primal lust that had to be satisfied.
They both felt the same, and he knew that they would not be able to stop things rushing forward soon.
He wanted to try and control himself as much as possible, wanted to make this moment last.
Looking into her eyes, the reality of the whole situation hit him once again.
This was Holly! This was his mother’s friend that she had spoken about so much!
And here she was with her hands on his body, with his hands on hers.
This should have felt so wrong. But, somehow, it felt right to him and left him wanting even more.
His hand that was on the small of her back slid down now, grabbing a handful of her juicy ass. He took as much of it as he could in his hand and gave it a squeeze. He pulled her to him, feeling her breasts against his body, feeling her push against the hard bulge in his pants.
Her hand that was beneath his top then moved down, moving over the front of his pants. He felt her grab the hard bulge there and give it a squeeze. She broke off her kiss with him and looked into his eyes.
“Well, what do we have here?” she said.
He wanted to get it out, to show her just what was there for her, but before he could do that, she was kissing him again, and her hand had moved around behind him, grabbing his ass and then moving up beneath the back of his T-shirt, feeling even more of his body.
One of his hands went to the front of her body. He moved his hand over her stomach and then to the side of her body.
The hand slid up her body, and he felt it brush against one of her breasts before moving further up, moving over the outside of the breast, stroking it.
He wanted them, wanted more of her. Somehow, however, he didn't quite dare to just grab hold of them.
At least, not just yet. Maybe it was the age difference, maybe it was just her overall confidence, but there was something about her that made him feel as though she was in charge of all of this, and he was just there to do her bidding.
She was leading the way here, and all that he could do was follow her, whatever she wanted from him.
Not that he had any complaints about it.
It was a wonderful position to be in. He wanted her to show him her experience, to show him just how she wanted things to be.
His hand moved back down her body, and then both of his hands went to her ass, grabbing hold of it.
He felt her pulling on his T-shirt then. She stepped back from him and looked down at the T-shirt, then looked into his eyes. She didn't have to say a word; he knew just what was expected of him.
He raised his arms, and she pulled the T-shirt up over his head.
She looked at his body, and her eyes seemed to light up. She put the palms of both her hands on his chest, and then her hands began to move over his body, feeling him all over his torso.
He grabbed her waist and pulled her to him, kissing her roughly now, unable to contain just how much he wanted this woman. She kissed him back, matching his desire, the two of them wild now, giving in to their primal lust for one another completely.
With her hands on his body like this, he felt as though it was a signal that he could take things further.
His hand went back to her breast again. This time, he didn't just brush his hand past it. This time, he grabbed hold of it through her dress, feeling suddenly very grateful that she hadn't put on a bra. Her breast felt wonderful in his hand, full and ripe with his fingers digging into it slightly.
He pushed himself against her now, the hardness in his pants pushing at her soft body.
She pushed back, grinding herself against it.
Then, she stepped back from him. She took hold of his hand and took it away from her breast.
He looked at her, breathing heavily, wanting her and needing her.
She looked at him, wide-eyed, as though trying her best to look innocent. But he could see the color in her cheeks, the wild look on her face, and he knew just what she really wanted, just what she really needed.
Casually, she turned her head and looked down at one of her shoulders, as though she was seeing it for the very first time.
She pushed the strap of her dress off her shoulder, down to her upper arm.
She turned to the other side and repeated the process on her other shoulder.
Then, she turned to look at him, and there was no pretense of innocence anymore. Instead, there was a smoldering look in her eyes that told him that they were both about to get what they wanted.
She grabbed hold of the sides of the dress and began to pull on them.
Suddenly, her breasts popped free.
They looked even more incredible than he had imagined they would. She certainly did seem to be tanned all over. Her breasts were huge, round, deeply tanned with large, dark nipples.
He looked at them, unable to take his eyes off them. He wanted them, wanted to feel them in his hands.
But she kept pulling on the dress, and it kept sliding downward.
Her stomach was revealed next, and then the dress slid even further down, down past her waist, down past her panties - simple white cotton that stood out against her tanned figure - and then the dress just dropped to the floor.
She stepped out of it, her beautiful body almost fully revealed to him now.
He looked her up and down and then looked into her eyes. She smiled at him as she offered herself up to him, and then she looked down at his pants, as though making a point to him.
He looked down and understood just what she wanted from him.
He undid his pants and pushed them down so that he stood before her in just his boxer shorts. Most of the pressure on his cock was released now, and it pushed forward, his boxer shorts sticking out around it like a tent.
Holly looked at that, seeing the size of his cock through his underwear, and he saw her mouth open slightly in an expression that seemed to mix surprise and desire.