Story 22 #2
He broke off their kiss and looked down at her breasts. She reached behind her back with her free hand and undid her bikini top so that it slid forward. He saw the small, light brown circles of her nipples, pointing slightly upward, as though they were just begging for his attention.
“Go on,” she whispered, “go on,” and that was all that he needed to hear as he massaged one of them and bent down to the other one, licking at it, kissing it, and then sucking on the nipple as she let out a high little cry.
Her hands were both on his pants now, undoing them, pushing them down, and then she had his cock out, one hand around it, jerking him off slowly, holding him firmly.
His free hand went to the front of her shorts and undid them, and then his hand pushed down into her bikini bottoms, finding her pussy, the place that he had been dreaming of for so long.
He spread her lips and rubbed at her, feeling her wetness.
He was gentle as he moved with an expert’s touch.
He went to her clit, and she let out another cry.
He raised his face from her breasts to look into her face, seeing a sweet ecstasy etched there that he had only been able to imagine in his dreams, a look that made her more beautiful than ever.
“Come on, come on,” she continued to urge him, and then she began pulling him by the cock, guiding him over to the bed.
She stepped back from him and pushed her shorts down so that now she was only wearing her bikini bottoms. It was an incredible sight, but he knew that there was better yet to come.
She sat down on the edge of the bed.
He stepped forward and reached down to grab hold of one of her breasts, massaging it.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide, filled with a kind of mock innocence as well as her submission to him.
His hand went to her chin and caressed it for a moment.
She still had his cock in her hand, and now she bent forward to kiss the tip of it.
Then, she lifted it and bent down to his balls. She sucked on them, making him gasp slightly with the sweet sensation of it.
Her tongue went to the base of his cock and licked all the way up to the tip. Her tongue moved around it, and she was sucking on the sides. Her mouth moved up to the tip again, and now she took it in her mouth. Her lips pushed against it and then slid down it, taking all of his cock into her mouth.
She held it there, deep inside her mouth, and then she began to slide it back and forth, sucking on it all the time. He felt her soft lips pushed up against the hardness, and he reached down for another feel of one of her breasts.
She kept sucking on his cock, and it was wonderful, but it left him wanting something more. He wanted to show his appreciation for what she was doing. But, more than that, he wanted to feel her, to experience her and her body in new ways.
He pulled back, and his cock slid out of her mouth.
He grabbed her elbows and pulled her to her feet, and then he turned her around, spanking her ass, and then he pushed her down onto the bed onto all fours.
She looked back at him, as though she was expecting him to enter her now, but he had something else in mind.
He dropped to his knees and pushed her legs apart. There was her pussy, wet and shiny.
He leaned in, smelling her scent. The tips of two of his fingers pushed into her wetness, and then his face was closer, closer, and then he was licking at her, tasting her, his tongue teasing her, pushing into her as she moaned urgently.
His tongue went to her clit and ran back and forth over it, and then she was pushing back against his tongue, wanting more of it. She was crazy now, crying out as his tongue pleasured her.
He grabbed her ass with both hands, pulling her back to his tongue, feeling her juices on his face now, and then it was too much for him. His cock was throbbing, wanting her, needing her.
He got to his feet and grabbed her round the waist, pulling her back to him, and then his cock was pushing into her, and he felt her wetness around his cock as her pussy gripped him.
He pushed into her slowly, appreciating every moment of this, and then he held himself inside her, his arm still wrapped around her, holding her stomach.
Then, his hand slid up to her hanging breasts, grabbing one of them, as he began to thrust into her, fucking her with a slow rhythm that began to pick up till her body was rocking as he pounded away at her, harder and harder with every stroke.
Her cries filled the air, even louder now, and then he pulled out of her, turning her around and pushing her down onto her back.
She pulled her knees up, and he glanced down at her pussy, spread wide, wet, and eager for more of him.
She reached down and rubbed at her clit, and he wondered for a moment if that was to give him a little show or if it was in her own excitement, a need to pleasure herself.
He suspected that it was a combination of the two, and he was ready for her to give her what she wanted.
He climbed onto the bed between her legs, bending over her as she grabbed him, holding him, and then his cock was pushing into her, filling her up again, and then he was pounding away at her, fucking her harder than ever now, fucking her in a frenzy as she matched his wild lust, as she urged him on,
crying out for more, more, telling him to fuck her harder, harder till, at last, he came inside her, shooting into her with incredible force.
He bent over her, panting, and looked into her eyes. He had felt then that this was going to be the start of something wonderful, and he had not been disappointed.
He was in the shower as he looked back on these memories, and his cock was hard again. He reached down to it and began to jerk himself off as he thought about the feel of her body, the scent of her pussy, the way that she cried out, the way that her pussy seemed to grip his.
But then it occurred to him that she wasn’t here anymore. She was away at college, and she was probably holding some other guy like that, her pussy was probably being filled by some other cock, and someone else was hearing her cry out in pleasure.
He scowled to himself. These were not the kind of thoughts that he liked to have intruding on him when he was trying to have some fun.
Sighing to himself, he accepted that the moment seemed to be over, and he got out of the shower, drying himself off and getting ready for work.
He had been offered some work from a real estate agency.
They had just rented out a property to a recently divorced woman, and apparently, she wasn’t happy with the state of the garden.
He felt a sense of dread as he read that, already thinking that this was probably going to be a lot of work, and a client who was not going to be happy with whatever he did.
He was not a fan of clients who were hard to please, seeing them as more of an inconvenience than a challenge.
He got in his truck and headed over there, deciding that there was no point putting it off.
The sooner he got down to it, he told himself, the sooner he would be finished, and he could go home.
Maybe he would be able to get back to his fantasies without having the inconvenience of reality intruding on his fun.
When he pulled up to the house, he felt his sense of unease building. This garden really was a mess, with overgrown bushes that looked as though they would be a nightmare to deal with.
He told himself to just remember that he was on an hourly rate, and it would probably mean good money, even if it was hard-earned.
He got out of the car and headed to the door to introduce himself and ask the tenant what it was that they wanted.
He knocked on the door and waited. Soon, he heard the sounds of someone moving inside, coming to the door.
Then, the door opened, and he was shocked by who he saw answering it.
One of his friends had been a guy named Pete. Pete had gone away to college, and Matt had gone round to his house to wave him off and say goodbye to him.
When he’d got there, he’d been amazed to meet Pete’s mother for the first time.
He wondered how he had never met her before, but then, as he started to think about it, he began to get some idea about why Pete might want to keep his mother hidden from his friends.
She was stunningly beautiful. And, more than that, she had a flirtatious manner with him that made him wonder if she was aware of how she came across to him.
He was sure that it had to be deliberate, and that only excited him more.
He also wondered if Pete noticed the way that she looked at Matt, the way that she spoke to him.
He supposed that it made sense that he kept his mother hidden away if she was behaving like that.
And now, here she was, answering the door to him.
For a moment, he looked at her, his eyes widening in amazement. She looked back at him, and for a moment, she looked shocked as well. He could see the thoughts going through her head as she tried to remember him, and then he face lit up as it all seemed to come back to her.
He had a moment to take in her beauty once again. If anything, she looked even better than she had that day when he had seen her before.
She was in her early forties and looked fantastic for her age.
She was of medium height with a slim but slightly curvy build. Her legs were toned and she had a slender waist, but there was a curve to her hips that spoke of sweet seduction.
Her body then curved out again when it reached her incredible breasts.
She was wearing a short denim skirt that showed off her tanned legs and a tight top with thin straps that clung to her impressive breasts, making it hard for him to draw his eyes away from them.
She clearly wasn’t wearing a bra, and the shape of her breasts was outlined perfectly.
He also caught just a hint of her nipples, pushing at the material, and he wondered if the friction of the material against them excited her, if it made them stiff, if it made them throb with raw desire.
Her face was just as beautiful as he remembered it.