Story 22 #3
She had a slender neck leading up to a face that had incredible bone structure -high cheekbones, a small chin, large, dark eyes with long lashes, a small button of a nose, and then, just beneath it, she had a mouth with full lips that looked as though they were almost in a permanent pout.
Her hair was thick and long, slightly wavy, and dark, almost black.
She looked him up and down, her eyes narrowing slightly. She almost looked as though she might start purring at the sight of him. It was intense, but it didn’t make him feel at all uncomfortable. In fact, he had to admit that he liked it.
“Well, hello, there,” she said, “I know you, don’t I? You’re Petey’s friend?”
“That’s right Mrs…”
But before he could get the rest of her name out, she put a finger to his lips.
“Shh,” she said, “we don’t say that name here. Didn’t Petey tell you? I’m divorced now. I’m a free woman. You can just call me Lisa. And what was your name again?”
“Matt,” he said.
“Ah, of course. And, can I assume that you’re here about the garden?”
“That’s right.”
She sighed.
“Well,” she said, “I have to say that is a shame. I had some other things you could maybe help me out with here.”
“I’m happy to help with anything you need,” he said, and she looked at him with a sparkle in her eyes and a faint smile on her lips.
“I may very well hold you to that,” she said, and it was only then that he understood the other possible meaning of this conversation.
“Why don’t you come inside?” she said, “We can talk properly then.”
She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she turned and walked back into the house, and he had no choice but to follow. In truth, in that moment, he would have followed her anywhere.
He watched her ass, full and ripe, as it swayed seductively with every step that she took.
He couldn’t take his eyes off it till she turned to look at him.
She was smiling as though she knew just what he had been looking at, just what he had been thinking, how he wanted to grab hold of her ass, push his cock against it, grind up against her as she moaned.
He thought about being behind her, pushing her up against a wall, grinding against her juicy ass, one hand on her throat, squeezing it, making her submit to him.
He thought about her pushing back against his cock, rubbing against it, letting him know just how much she wanted it as well.
He could feel his cock getting hard, and he told himself to get a grip. He was here to do a job, after all, and, besides, this was his friend’s mother!
Well, he thought to himself, are we really that close? Maybe I could be friends with her instead.
They reached the kitchen, and she turned to look at him. There was a tension in the air, as though something might be about to happen.
“Petey didn’t tell you that we got divorced,” she said to him.
“No,” he replied, “he didn’t mention it.”
She sighed.
“You see, his father is a man without the same kind of drives and needs that I have.”
She stepped closer to him till she was right in front of him. He was looking down at her, trying not to focus on looking down her top.
“And a woman has needs, you know?”
“Sure,” he said.
“Maybe you can help me with some of my needs?”
She took hold of one of his hands and stroked the back of it with her thumb. His cock was stiffening now. This was madness, but he wanted it more than just about anything that he had ever wanted before.
“Sure,” he said again.
She smiled and reached up with her free hand, putting it behind his head and pulling him down to her.
He saw her lips part and his own did as well, acting on instinct, and then she was kissing him, her plump lips against his, locking on as her tongue pushed into his mouth greedily, and then her other hand went to his cheek, moving down to his throat, down to his shoulder,
down to his bicep and then moving beneath his arm, around behind him, stroking his upper back.
His hands hung at his sides for a moment, and then they went to her waist.
He felt the curve of her body, and he wanted her more than ever.
He felt the point where her top ended, before her skirt began, and his fingers brushed over her soft skin as he stroked her.
He pushed one hand up beneath the top, feeling more of her, and then his other hand ran up her other side, reaching one of her breasts and brushing the underside of it for just a tiny, tantalizing moment, and then the hand moved behind her back, moving up beneath the mass of her hair,
moving up to the bare skin between her shoulders, stroking it.
She kissed him with more intensity, pushing her lips against his, pushing her body against his, and he reacted in kind. He felt her body brush against the bulge in his pants for just a moment and he wanted more, more.
His hands went to her waist, and he pushed her back against the kitchen sink, pushing his body against hers.
His kisses moved to her throat, and she tilted her head to one side, breathing heavily, one of her hands now on the back of his head, her fingers pushing through his hair.
Her other hand was on the front of his body now, and it moved up beneath his top, moving over his stomach, her fingers feeling his firm body, his sculpted muscles.
“Oh baby,” she moaned, and one of his hands was beneath the front of her top now, stroking her supple flesh, feeling her softness, feeling the indentation of her belly button, and he almost dared to move up to grab hold of one of her breasts - almost, but not quite.
Then her hand left the back of his head, going to his chin and tilting his face up to hers. She kissed him lightly on the lips for just a moment, and then she looked into his eyes.
“Well,” she said, “I can see that this is going to work out well. But let’s take things up to the bedroom, what do you say?”
All that he could do was nod. He was ready for her to lead him wherever she wanted him, ready to do her bidding, ready to surrender to her entirely, to whatever it was that she wanted of him.
She took his hand in hers and led him upstairs, and then into her bedroom.
She turned to him and looked him up and down for a moment, as though inspecting her prize.
She took hold of his T-shirt then and began to pull on it. He raised his arms obediently as she pulled the T-shirt off. Then, she inspected his body, her eyes wide.
“Oh my,” she purred, “this is what I’ve been missing out on, isn’t it?”
She stroked his chest, his stomach.
She moved in closer and licked his skin. He stroked the back of her head as she did this.
Then, she surprised him by suddenly biting his skin near one of his nipples. He let out a slight hiss of mingled surprise and pain. She turned her face up to look at his, a wicked little smile on her lips.
“Sorry,” she said, “you just look good enough to eat.”
He reached down and stroked her face, and as he bent down to kiss her again, he saw her lips parting, ready for his, and then they were locked on together.
Her hands kept moving over his bare torso, and he took hold of her waist again. One of his hands moved beneath her top and just held her there, the tips of his fingers stroking her, and his other hand now moved around behind her to grab hold of her ass.
He spread his fingers and grabbed as much of it as he could in one hand. It was soft, juicy, and wonderful. He dug his fingers into it, massaging it, and then he decided to have a bit of fun, suddenly spanking her, harder than he had meant to.
She pulled back from their kiss and looked up at him, an expression of mock surprise on her face, as though she was pretending to be outraged by what he had done.
“Well,” she said, “you’re a bad boy, aren’t you?”
And then his other hand moved behind her as well, higher up on her body, and he pulled her to him, feeling her body against his, feeling her soft breasts against him, feeling his cock pushing at her through his pants, wanting her.
He was kissing her throat again, and he heard her murmur, almost to herself, “But I don’t want a good boy, do I?” and he was ready to show her just what a bad boy he could really be.
The hand that was higher up on her back now moved down to her waist again. He pushed it up beneath her top again. He was moving slowly, but this time there would be no stopping him. This time, he was going to take exactly what he wanted.
He felt his hand brush against the underside of one of her breasts, and then it pushed up over the soft swell of it, stroking it before grabbing hold of it.
She let out a sigh as he began to massage it, and then his thumb and forefinger went to her nipple, taking hold of it. It was stiff, hard like a little bullet, and he pulled on it, hearing her moan.
His cock was throbbing with a new urgency now. His other hand grabbed hold of her ass and pulled her to him, grinding against him, wanting to feel her soft body against his cock. He had to get it out soon; it felt as though it was crying out for it.
She began to grind herself against his hardness as well, wanting it and wanting to continue arousing him.
His hand left her ass then and went to her top, pulling at it.
He raised his face from her throat and looked down at her.
There were new spots of color on her cheeks, a sign of how aroused she was.
Her breathing seemed to have become more rapid.
He pulled her top further up, and then her breasts dropped down. He saw their perfect roundness, the large, dark nipples.
She raised her arms, and he pulled her top the rest of the way off, and then one arm went around behind her waist, pulling her to him, kissing her, as his other hand went to one of her breasts again, massaging it, and then he bent down to it as he lifted it to his eager mouth.
He began to suck on the nipple as his other hand went to her other breast.
His free hand went to her ass again and pulled at her skirt, moving beneath it and then pushing the back of her panties down to grab her soft flesh.
She stopped pushing herself against the bulge in his pants, and he felt one of her hands slide down his body. She grabbed the bulge then and gave it a couple of playful squeezes. Then, she began to undo his pants.