When my husband had to be out of town on business for three weeks, I seized on the opportunity to spend a few days with my friend Sarah. I hadn’t seen much of her since she and her husband Jordan moved to a town a few hours’ drive away. I took a long weekend off work and arrived in time for lunch on Thursday, planning to stay until Monday to avoid the weekend traffic.
Jordan was at work, so Sarah and I hung out on her patio all afternoon drinking iced tea and catching up. We’d been inseparable in high school, and before she moved away saw each other every day, so it was good to have the time together, and she was glad to have company—her “little” Katie had been married for two years, and though her boy Stuart was home from college for the summer, what with his work and socializing she was hardly seeing him.
Stuart would be home for dinner tonight, however, and by the time he and his father got home we had dinner all but ready, so we all relaxed over cocktails. Sarah had insisted there was no reason to change for dinner, so she and I were wearing pullover tops and shorts—and I had to say, we were both looking pretty well preserved for our age! (We’re both 45.)
Throughout the evening I noticed Stuart checking me out. I had to keep reminding myself he wasn’t the little boy lodged in my head. Not that he looked like a little boy, or acted like one. Whenever I walked away from him, I almost felt him staring at my ass, and he made sure to sit beside me on a small sofa when there were several other places available.
The men went to bed around 11, but Sarah and I stayed up another hour talking about everything—and nothing. When we finally called it a night, I slipped on the T-shirt I’d brought to sleep in and did what I had to do in the bathroom. When I headed back across the hall, I ran smack into Stuart in the dark, scaring the hell out of me! He grabbed me to keep me from falling, and managed to get one hand on a tit and one on my ass. I said, “Excuse me,” and retreated quickly to my room.
I got in bed, and soon my faithful right hand was strumming my clit while I thought about something Sarah had said earlier. She was joking about how big Jordan’s cock was and said she intended to “get some of it” at bedtime. So I thought about her getting her hot pussy filled, while I was making do with my fingers. I fell asleep and had the most vivid dream—that Stuart was fingering and then eating my cunt, giving me a wild orgasm without ever using his cock.
The dream was so realistic that I woke up perspiring and breathing hard, and the panties I’d fallen asleep with were hanging on my left ankle. God, talk about a wet dream!
I needed to pee, so I slipped out of bed, kicking the panties aside, and tiptoed to the hall door, planning to sneak across to the bathroom. I was surprised to find the door slightly ajar. I knew I’d closed it tightly after bumping into Stuart. I went to the bathroom and returned to bed, wondering if Stuart could possibly have been in there eating me out for real! I finally went back to sleep, and slept until nearly eight.
I found Sarah in the kitchen having coffee, eager to tell me about her night of passion. She said she and Jordan made love at bedtime, and he woke her in the middle of the night to screw her again, something he hadn’t done in ten years. I said nothing but now had to wonder if maybe Jordan had been in my room.
Sarah and I whiled away most of Friday until it was time to get ready to go out to eat. She told me that after being graced with Stuart’s presence the night before, we shouldn’t expect to see much more of him over the weekend—he would likely be out with his “boys.”
I put on a conservative yellow sheath dress with low heels. The dress is a clinger, so I’d chosen a smooth cupped lightweight bra and sheer to-the-waist pantyhose without other panties. I went down to wait for Sarah and Jordan and found Jordan waiting too. He said that Sarah would be down shortly and offered me a drink while we waited.
We took Sarah’s car, a two-door sedan, so I had to do my best not to expose myself while Jordan held the door for me to get in back. It was even harder getting out, when he extended a hand to help. We had a fine meal (with plenty to drink!). When we left to go home, Jordan made sure he was there to help me get in the car. I felt more comfortable with the cover of darkness.
When we got home, we were surprised to find Stuart there. He said there wasn’t much going on with his buddies, so he’d come home. He was having a beer, and Jordan poured wine for the rest of us while we watched the late news. I chose to sit on the sofa with Stuart, since that meant neither he nor his dad would be in position to see up my short dress.
This worked fine until Stuart went for another beer and then sat down opposite me without my realizing it for a few minutes while I was preoccupied talking to Sarah. When I turned back, his eyes were focused right between my slightly parted legs. I snapped my legs closed and gave him a stern look. When our eyes met, he smiled and winked. I curled my legs up under my ass, which caused my skirt to ride higher up on my thighs but closed the gates to my most intimate area.
Sarah and Jordan both fell asleep, which didn’t surprise me that much since according to her she’d kept him awake so much of the night screwing. I asked Stuart if we should wake them to go to bed, but he said his dad could be really ornery if someone woke him. So I said I was going to go to bed myself and said good night, then went to the kitchen to put our glasses in the sink.
While I was rinsing them out, Stuart came up behind me and put his arms around me. He cupped my breasts and kissed the back of my neck in a way that sent tiny shivers down my back and caused a tingle between my legs. I twisted away and turned to push him away, asking him what the hell he thought he was doing.
He encircled me in his arms, pressed his lips to mine and gave me an intense kiss while running his hands over my ass. Before I realized it, he’d worked my dress up to my hips and slipped a hand between my legs from the rear, finding my open crotch with wetness flowing from my pussy. While he explored my slippery folds, his tongue was tangling with mine in my mouth. I felt my resistance fading but regained control and again twisted away.
I told him he was crazy, that I was not only his mother’s age but married. He hung his head and said he was sorry but he’d had a huge crush on me ever since he first realized the difference between boys and girls. I said that was flattering but he needed to find a single girl his own age to give his affection to.
He said he would never have come on to me again if I hadn’t responded with such enthusiasm last night, and a chill ran up my back as I realized that I hadn’t been dreaming, that Stuart had snuck in my room and pleasured me orally while I slept! I confronted him, and he said he’d thought I was awake because I’d begged him to fuck me.
Shaken, I asked if he had. He said no, that just as he started to get in bed with me his parents’ bedroom door opened and someone went downstairs, so he’d quickly slipped back to his room.
I took him to task for trying to make me cheat on my husband, and he said he was sorry and wished there was some way he could make up for it. I told him we’d best forget it all, that he was only following his male instincts. I hugged him and said again that I was flattered that he would desire a woman my age, and if it wasn’t for his parents and my husband, I’d be with him in a heartbeat.
As I started to turn away, Stuart said, “I wouldn’t have come to your room if my dad hadn’t encouraged me to try getting in your undies because he thought you were ripe for the picking.”
That changed my outlook entirely. I embraced him and kissed him with a passion I doubted he’d ever experienced. Meanwhile my hands explored his crotch. I liked what I found wanting to get to get free of the restraints of his pants. He was hard as stone, and seemed quite well-endowed. His hand found its way back to the moist opening in my hose, and a long finger penetrated my pussy and manipulated my G-spot while his thumb caressed my clit.
I broke the kiss, saying, “Let’s go to your room or mine for some privacy.”
He took my hand and led me up to the room I was staying in. I asked him to unzip my dress, and felt his hands shake as he fumbled with it and then with my bra, leaving me nude except for the sheer hose.
He stepped back and looked at me, then said, “I can’t believe how beautiful your breasts are. I’ve fantasized about them so much.” Then he lowered his eyes to my crotch and spluttered, “Ohmygod, I can see your pink lips! Your pussy is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Thanks,” I said, “but now that you’ve seen mine, how about showing me yours?”
He was undressed almost before the words were out of my mouth, revealing that yes, he was indeed well-endowed! I lay across the bed and asked him to please take off my hose for me. He peeled them off without taking his eyes off my crotch. I knew what he wanted to see, so I rose up and spread my knees, exposing myself totally. He dropped to his knees, lowered his face to my cunt and licked from my ass to my clit, sending pleasure rippling through me.
Clearly mine wasn’t the first pussy Stuart had eaten! He knew all the right places to probe and tickle with his tongue and soon had me teetering on the edge of orgasm. Then my whole body convulsed, and I nearly lost consciousness. He mounted me and pushed my knees back to my shoulders, then shoved his solid seven-inch cock up my dripping snatch in a mighty stroke that took my breath away.
He was too horny to hold back and began thrusting furiously. In my position I couldn’t meet him thrust for thrust, so I squeezed his cock as tightly and rapidly as I could with my inner vaginal muscles. It usually takes me awhile to come again after coming so hard, but as Stuart ravished me another climax was building in me. Amazingly, he lasted a good two minutes, maybe more, before releasing a torrent of semen in me. Feeling the warm flood set off my release, and our organs throbbed in union until we were drained.
Stuart dismounted politely and held me like a child as I tried to recover my breath. I stroked his rippled chest while I lay there. It was several minutes before he spoke. Then he just said, “That was incredible, Nancy.”
“Yes, it was,” I said. “But you better get back to your room. If your mother found about this, she’d kill me.”—Name and address withheld