“Milk and sugar?” I asked.
“Milk, no sugar. I’m sweet enough.” He grinned and made no effort to move out of my way. Feeling him so close made my heart pound and my hands shake. I wanted to reach out and pull him towards me. I wanted to kiss him, push my tongue into his mouth...what I did was cross the floor and opened the fridge to get the milk, taking deep breaths as I went. I walked back then slowly and deliberately moved the mugs away from James. After making up the coffee, we went into the living room.
As I walked in, I noticed he had turned off the main centre light and put on the side lamps instead, giving the deep-red rich room a soft and muted glow. Also, I heard music; one of my miscellaneous “Love Songs” CDs playing softly in the background. I flopped down to the sofa, sitting close to the arm. James followed and sat directly next to me, which didn’t do anything to help my steaming, sexual mind cool down.
“So, are you in work tomorrow?” I had to make conversation. The silence was massive and threatening, I had to throw it some discussion before it sank its jaws in me.
“Nope, I’ve got the day off tomorrow, last one until Christmas Day.”
“I’m in late.” I said. “I’ll probably end up on the tills, with it being so busy right now.”
The conversation followed in the same work related vein for a while before silence overtook us again. James bent forward to place his mug down on the carpet and as he straightened, he spoke.
“Susan I need to confess. I’m not drunk, I only took one alcoholic drink and that was for Dutch courage and I didn’t forget my house keys at all.”
I was shocked and I am sure it showed on my face. I didn’t know what to make of this at all. I think my jaw hit my chest as I looked into those sincere eyes. I felt his hands cupping mine before he carried on.
“I want you, Susan, you are beautiful. I thought so from that first moment I saw you. I didn’t think a beautiful, sexy woman like you would be interested in a skinny young fella like me, which was until you took me home that time and rubbed your hands across me. I felt it then Susan, the sexual chemistry. You saw my hard on, didn’t you?”
I nodded then, still in shock. Was I dreaming? Had my lemonade been spiked? This couldn’t be real. I reached out a hand and gently touched his cheek. I felt the newly shaved softness and warmth and lost myself in his eyes.
Before I knew it, Sexual Susan had taken over. She didn’t care if it was a dream; she was going to make the most of it.
My lips met his in an explosion of passion. Our lips squashed together as our arms encircled each other, pulling our bodies together, roughly. I felt his fingers at my zip then was faintly aware of the rough sound of it unzipping and the feel of his fingers against my bare skin. My tongue dived between his lips, found his and playfully poked it into a passionate riposte.
I was in a daze, in a dream, in one of the many fantasies I had created around this man. His hands grasped at my dress and pulled down, encouraging me to move my arms and aid him in the removal of this barrier between us. The beautiful velvet pooled around my waist and I felt his hands fiddling with my bra clasp. My hands were busy too, untying his tie, unbuttoning the front of his shirt and reaching in to feel the soft warmth of his chest, the smattering of hair tickling my finger tips.
Our mouths were still locked, our kisses still fevered as we battled with each other’s clothes. I felt the bra give and his hands were suddenly there, cupping my dropping breasts, squeezing and tweaking them, making me groan and gasp. Our lips parted, I needed to gulp in air, and I felt light-headed with sexual frenzy and lust. I watched his chest rising and falling rapidly then I set about removing his jacket and shirt completely after pulling free of the loose bra draped over my shoulders.
We sat then, panting, gulping, and shaking. We sat and looked. I looked into his deep dark eyes and he looked back into mine. I looked down at his shoulders, his chest, and the way it was rising and falling and then down, further down until I could see the pronounced lump in his trousers.
“I want you,” he whispered again, pulling my eyes back up to his, “Oh, how I want you, Susan. Please, please, if this isn’t what you want tell me now. Or...”
He left the “or” hanging and I could feel the strain in him, the fear, the trepidation fighting with his want, his need and his lust.
“I want you too, James.” I let it out like a too-long held breath. “I’ve wanted you for so long, but I’m too old for you.”
“Nonsense!” He jumped in, grabbing at the tops of my arms and almost shaking me in his earnestness. “You are a beautiful woman. You are sexy, confident and gorgeous. I want you; I’d want you if you were eighteen or eighty. It’s you, Susan, you fuel my desire.”
Sexual Susan took over again and the next thing I knew my breasts were crushed up against his downy chest. Our arms were wrapped around each other in a brutal bear hug, my face nestled in the crook of his neck as I kissed and nibbled at the fresh, masculine skin there. I pushed him back until he was half lying on my sofa, his head resting on the arm and his body lying diagonally so his legs were mostly hanging off the edge. I pushed my body over him, kissed those lips and stood up.
I let my expensive dress fall down and pool around my ankles. I saw his eyes widen as he saw the tops of my stockings revealed to his sight. He moaned as I knelt between his legs. I looked into his eyes as I opened his belt, and then went to work on his fly. I was completely in control now. I had been taken by surprise but now we were in the midst of this sexual situation I had taken over. I had seen this in my mind over and over and I wanted the reality to match my fantasies. As I pulled down his trousers and boxers in several hard and brutal tugs, it was my turn to gasp. He was perfect. His cock strained up at me, the length pink and straining with darker coloured veins, the top covered with such a wonderfully wrinkled foreskin, I could see the smooth, wetness of the sensitive skin beneath. I salivated at just the thought of taking that cock in my mouth and when I lent forward and pushed my lips over it, I felt my pussy clench with pleasure. I had always enjoyed sucking cock. I loved the power of it all, the way I could leave a man trembling and moaning just from the feel of my mouth.
James was writhing, moaning and grasping at the red scatter cushions like a man passion had possessed. I hadn’t moved my mouth much, but I loved the taste of him, the feel of him there. I vowed that I would suck that cock in earnest another time, but right now, I had to feel him buried deep inside me.
I let him slip from my mouth with a slurping pop then I stood up and licked my lips. He must have read my mind because without even a prompt from me he lay back on the couch, his legs close together, and his cock pornographically rising from his crotch.
I felt so sexy, so naughty and oh so good as I straddled him. He filled me so perfectly, I could feel him throbbing inside me as I began to rise and fall upon him. His mouth nipped up at my breasts as I lent forward. I was holding onto the sofa arm for support and every time I moved my hips, my breasts swayed. Yes, swayed and it felt amazing. I felt so erotic with my pendulous breasts being sucked and slurped at as they swung seductively over my young lover’s face.
Surprisingly, it didn’t take much movement before I was screaming in high pitch-fevered pleasure. I screamed so loudly my throat ached, I screamed so long and hard I thought I might faint and just as I thought I had hit the top pinnacle, James came. I felt him throb in his release as I heard him scream it, a deep, masculine and animalistic sound that pushed me even higher into such amazing orgasmic bliss that I’d swear to you that I did actually pass out.
When I became capable of proper thought once again, I was lying beside him, my back to the back of the sofa, one leg and one arm thrown over him, our genitals nestled together between us. I stroked my hand down his chest and he let out a long, prolonged moan.
“Fuck, that was good.” He sighed, his hand coming up and stroking my arm. “Better than I’d fantasized.”
“You had sexual fantasies about me?” I probably looked and sounded as shocked as I felt.
“Oh, hell yes. I dreamt about you spanking my arse as I bent over to find a shirt that day in your office. Even though I was ill at the time, I imagined your hands caressing me all over when you rubbed menthol all over me and many, many other dark, sexual imaginings.”
“Wow.” I rubbed my wet pussy against this thigh. “Now that is flattering and arousing.”
“And that,” he said, “is just plain arousing.” He slipped from under me, causing me to tumble into the dip his body left behind. He kneeled beside the sofa, and as my wobbling flesh settled, he ran his hands down from the bottom of my neck to the bumps of my breasts and down over my stomach. His lips soon followed, making me arch and ache with each tender kiss placed.
“You. Are. So. Beautiful.”
Each full stop fell on my skin in the form of an erotic kiss that got more pronounced the further down my body he slipped. Over my stomach and along the outside of my thigh he kissed. His lips caressed my skin, and then when he got to my feet he sucked gently on each toe, which made me buck and moan. I’d never had this done to me before and I found it so sexy, so very arousing that I felt my pussy clench in pleasure.
He slipped my leg off the sofa and onto his shoulder as he kissed up the inside of my leg, knee and thigh. Each kiss higher spiraled the anticipation and sweet expectation until his lips were there on my pussy. I was so distracted by the pure joy of feeling his lips tasting mine, the tickle of his tongue as it lapped at my clit that it took me a moment to realise he was licking his own cum from my wetness. The kinkiness of the action made my pussy throb all the more, as James eagerly lapped, sucked and tickled my pussy.
This guy might only have been nineteen but he was experienced. I was learning all kinds of sexual treats from him, even though I was over twenty years older than him. My mind did not linger on that depressing fact as my body was tightening up, shuddering and screaming as it moved inexorably closer to orgasm. A break in the pressure and a gargled, “Oh, come for me, come on my face,” just wound me up that little bit tighter so that on the first contact of his tongue with my clit I came. I exploded, wrapping my legs around his head then stretching them out straight as the orgasm rocked and rippled my body. His fingers gently stroked my thigh as I relaxed into post orgasmic bliss.
He crawled up between my thighs and lay on top of me, his head cradled in my breast, his lips pursing and kissing the sensitised flesh. I could feel his cock, once again hard, pressing against my thigh and to encourage him, I opened my legs wider. With a smile and a kiss to my lips, he rolled to his knees then pressed his cock into me. Slowly, he eased himself in so I could feel every last tiny millimetre of his entrance.
When he’d stuck right in, he pulled out again, ever so slowly at first then as his breath came quicker and closer together so did his thrusts. I was still languid from my orgasm and as I tingled with sweet shivers, I watched him above me. His arms flexing, his eyes tightly closed, his hips pounding into my hot, wetness.
“Fuck, I love you.” The words were out before I realised, and his eyes shot open. I panicked; all pleasure froze in me as his shocked gaze rested on my face for what seemed an eternity.
“Oh, Susan. I love you, too.” His lips then fell down to meet mine as he thrust into me just once, twice more and again filled me with his vitality.
I held him close as our hearts beat rapidly in our chests. It was a perfect silence, with just our stroking fingers communicating all that needed to be said.
We would be like this, forever. It wouldn’t be easy, the world would frown on our relationship but we didn’t care, we were in love and always would be, come senility, come pretty young girls, come harsh words and upset parents, we would overcome everything as a couple.
And, do you know what? Till the end, till the very end, we were lovers, against all odds we made it, together.
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