Story 36 #2
He looked at her breasts, at the small dark circles of her nipples, and then they were kissing again.
His hands went to her breasts, massaging them.
His thumbs flicked at her nipples, feeling them come alive under his touch.
He took hold of them between his thumbs and forefingers and tweaked them lightly.
His kisses moved to her throat, and he could hear her panting, then moaning as he tweaked her nipples slightly more forcefully.
He felt her grinding herself up against his crotch, rubbing her pussy on him through her panties.
He knew that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
The knowledge of just where this was going, that he would be inside her soon enough, was driving him crazy.
But he also wanted to enjoy the buildup to the final act.
He bent down to her breasts and sucked on them. He felt her hands on the back of his head as he went from one breast to the next, sucking on her nipples and making her moan.
His hands went down to her thighs. He stroked them, and then he pushed his hands further up, moving beneath her skirt to her panties.
He grabbed hold of her ass, kneading it in both of his hands, pulling her to him, wanting her.
He felt her hands on the front of his pants as she shifted her crotch slightly back from him.
He felt her undoing his pants, and then there was the sweat release of pressure as his cock came free. He felt her hand brush against it as she searched for it, and then he felt her seize hold of it. He felt her delicate little fingers wrap around it and squeeze it.
“Oh, that’s good,” she moaned. He didn’t know if she meant his mouth on her breasts or the feeling of his big, hard cock in her hands. He supposed that she might mean all of it.
She jerked him off, and he moved one of his hands around to the front of her panties.
He began to rub at her pussy through them, feeling how wet she already was through the thin cotton.
He raised his face to look into hers. He saw the pleasure there as the tip of one of his fingers traced the shape of her pussy, moving up and down it before finding the sweet spot of her clit and pushing at it.
He pushed her panties to one side, and then he was playing with her properly, with nothing between his touch and her pussy.
He rubbed at her, flicked at her clit, pushed at it, traced random little shapes over it, and then he slid the tips of two of his fingers into the wetness of her pussy.
She was crying out now, little cries that seemed to fill the car. He felt her pushing herself against his touch, wanting more of him.
He looked into her face. He could see the sweet pleasure there, and it was driving him crazy. He didn't think that she had ever looked more beautiful than she did in that moment.
He knew that the time was right. She had her eyes closed, but she opened them and looked into his, and he knew that she felt it as well. This was it; it was about to happen.
He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and held her panties to one side as she held his cock and guided it into her.
He felt her push down on it, felt her quiver as he filled her up. Her pussy was tight, and it felt as though it was gripping his cock, wrapping itself around it, and she was so wet, so warm as she eased herself down onto him.
She held herself there for a moment, with him deep inside her, and then she began to rock back and forth. Every time she lowered herself, she let out a little cry. The sounds of them were driving him wild. He wanted more - and she was ready to give it to him.
She began rocking harder and faster.
She grabbed the back of the seat to hold on as her hips bucked wildly, back and forth, pounding away at his cock. He looked down at her breasts as they bounced with every thrust of her hips. He grabbed hold of her thighs and then his hands moved around to her ass, holding onto her as she rode him.
She let out a long cry, her body shaking as her climax hit her, and that was it for him. He couldn’t hold on anymore, and he came inside her.
She stayed there, straddling him, for some time before they started to play with one another again and he got hard, at which point she rode him again, more slowly this time, taking their time.
There had been times since then when they’d been able to meet up at one another’s houses, when they had the places to themselves. They had taken their time then.
He could remember the first time in his bedroom when she had slipped out of her clothes and presented her nakedness to him, when he had seen her in full like that for the first time.
He had torn his own clothes off and dropped to his knees, pushing his face between her legs, lapping at her pussy, tasting it, worshiping it, as she grabbed his head and pushed it in further, his tongue licking at her, slipping inside her.
And she had returned the favor. He remembered when she had pushed him back onto the bed and crawled on there, naked, her ass pushed up into the air as she bent over his cock, her lips around it as it slid in and out of her mouth.
When he was thinking about Pam and wondering what it would be like to go and work for her for a couple of days, he told himself that he shouldn't overthink it too much.
He told himself that there was always Sally.
He'd had such good times with her, and he was sure that there were more good times to come; what was the point in pining over this older woman?
And yet, Pam still loomed large in his mind.
He couldn't stop thinking about her. He remembered the way that her hips swayed when she walked, the bounce of her succulent breasts.
He remembered the time that he had seen down the front of her top - just a tiny bit - when she had leaned forward once.
He wanted to know more about what was down there.
It had been tantalizing and left him wanting more, more.
Finally, the morning came. He was ready to go over and start work for her.
He told himself to just treat it as a normal day at work.
One thought occurred to him as he ate his breakfast, and it was something that he hadn’t thought about once since his mother had brought up the idea of him working for her.
“Why can’t her husband help her with this work?” he asked her.
“Oh, didn’t I tell you? They’re divorced. Yes, she kicked him out a while ago. She’s all alone in that house now. That’s why she said she needs a man to help her out.”
Suddenly, he felt as though things had changed. She was all alone in that house! With no husband! However, he quickly told himself not to get so carried away.
He headed over to her house, trying not to get too excited.
He kept thinking about Sally, but all that did was make him more aroused.
He thought about fucking her from behind, her hot little body rocking with every thrust, but when she turned round in his imagination, it turned out that it was, in fact, Pam.
His cock was throbbing in his pants by the time he reached Pam’s house, and he had to sit outside for a moment to calm himself.
At last, he got out of the car and went to the front door.
He knocked on it and waited for an answer.
Soon enough, Pam answered. She looked better than ever. It occurred to him that divorce seemed to suit her. She was positively glowing and looked sexier than he had ever seen her look before.
She was wearing a simple summer dress, but even a simple, everyday outfit like that couldn't hide the sensual, seductive nature of her incredible body.
It was clear that she wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts were perfectly outlined in the dress.
He was sure that he caught a glimpse of her nipples poking at the front of it, but he didn't dare look again to confirm his suspicions.
She looked at him, her eyes smoldering and making her look as though she wanted to devour him.
“Ah, Will,” she said in a husky tone, “I’ve been expecting you. Please, come in.”
Without waiting for him to speak, she turned and walked back into the house.
He followed behind her, watching the incredible way her hips swayed, the roll of her ass. How he wanted to grab hold of it!
She walked him through to the kitchen.
"I hope you don't mind," she said, "but I've got a friend here as well. She's just in the other room, but she's on her way. Ah, here she is now!"
When she mentioned another friend, his heart sank. He thought that some other man must have got to her first. When she mentioned that it was a "she," he became intrigued. When the woman walked in, he couldn't think of anything because he was so blown away by this woman's beauty.
She looked as though she were about the same age as Pam.
She was taller and had a slimmer, more athletic build.
She was similarly dressed in a simple dress, and her body looked as good as Pam's in it, albeit different.
Her breasts were smaller, although still a good size.
Her waist and her hips were slim with a gentle curve to them. Her legs were long and toned.
She had tanned skin, light blue eyes, long, thick blonde hair, and a slightly oval face with a small, heart-shaped mouth. She was just as beautiful as Pam, but in a different way.
“This is my friend Ellen,” Pam said, “Ellen is a member of the recently divorced club, same as me. Ellen, this is Will. He’s here to help us out.”
“Oh, is he?” Ellen said. She looked him up and down, making no effort to hide the fact that she was checking him out, “Well, aren’t we lucky girls?”
Pam laughed.
“Now, now, let’s be gentle with him.”
She turned to him and stepped in closer.
She looked up at him, and her brow creased as though she was curious about something.
She looked down at his body for a moment and then back into his eyes.
Her eyes were wide, almost innocent, but he wasn't fooled.
There was still something smoldering just beneath the surface.
“Or maybe not?” she said to him in a soft voice, “Maybe you don’t want us to be gentle with you, is that it?”
He looked at her. He had no idea what to say to her now.
“You know,” she said, “I’ve seen the way that you look at me. And, you know, I have needs, as well. A need for a man around the house to help me out with a few things.”