mature xxx

The interviews had not been going well today. From 9 o’clock this morning a steady line of rejects and reprobates had streamed in through my door. Some lost the job the minute the walked in. I expect an interviewee to be smart, not dressed in denim, covered in body piercings and chewing gum. Others had appalling conversation skills and even though the main function of a checkout assistant is to scan goods they do need to be able to hold up some form of polite chitchat.

At 2pm I came back after lunch to start again. I heard the click clack clop of my heels hitting the cold hard floor as I walked past the next bunch of wanters, needers and losers.

Then I saw one who stood out from the rest. I felt myself straightening up further, sticking out my breasts and even smiling. I am sure there was a twinkle in my eye as I caught his gaze and grinned. His face split into a smile that reached his eyes as well as his ears! He was gorgeous. Sparkling deep dark eyes that in the artificial light look almost black, short cropped hair dark mahogany brown setting off his olive tanned skin to perfection.

I bet he’s thick. No he can’t be intelligent AND pretty surely? I think as I shut my office door behind me, sitting down at my desk and automatically reaching for my handbag. I take out my compact and powder my nose, frowning as I notice the faint lines beginning to show around my eyes. I’m an old woman of thirty-Five and today I feel more like a seventy-year-old. Well apart from when I walked past that young Adonis back there. Then I felt young, virile and sexy. You daft old bat! He’s a young man stop fantasising about him. He wouldn’t want a wrinkled up fat bird on his arm will he?

I slip off my black blazer and slip it over my chair back. I sigh, as I look down at the ledge that is my cleavage. Some days I wished my breasts were detachable, they weigh a ton and men talk to them instead of me. The white material of my work blouse pulls taught as I reach forward to pick up a pen. I flip open another button on my top pretending to myself that it was because I was over heating in this summer haze and not because images of that young lad were burning in my mind.

I walk to the door, pop my head round and call the first candidate in. A young girl who had at least made an effort to look smart. I looked down the row. The gorgeous lad was looking at one of the employee magazines, boring as hell but more exciting than staring at the creme brule colour of the corridor walls. There is another handful of people before I have to see him. I will have calmed down by the time I get to interview him.

But I didn’t. Every time I took another failure to the door, my eyes were drawn to him. Several times his eyes met mine, making me feel as nervy as this crowd of reprobates looked. I kept calling out names. Each time I came to a male name I hoped it was him but it never was. Well he’s certainly eager. He must have turned up hours early for his interview.

I had really hoped I would have gotten all the potential checkout assistants I needed before getting to him but I hadn’t. I had a couple who would be worth the training but I still needed a few more.

As my pile of applicants dwindled I finally came across the application of a young man named James. He had incredibly good A-level results, was studying law at the local university and had had a little experience with working in a shop before. He looked promising. Time again to look out on the scared faces of my potential employees and time once again to attempt to not look at him.

“James Price” I shout as I come to the door, I look round and no one has moved.

“James Price?” I avoided looking over to where he was seated so I didn’t see him until he was within a few paces of me, striding confidently forward. I smile at him and he returns the smile, confidently looking straight into my eyes as he takes hold of my hand and shakes it in greeting.

I must have seemed like a right girl, my handshake was as limp as a rag doll in the rain! I couldn’t get past the shock of sheer sexual need that was shooting through me from just the strong, confident grip of a handshake. I could have held his warm soft hand all day but thankfully some of my motor neurons kicked in and allowed me to let go of his hand and turn around to go back into my office. He grasped hold of the door handle, holding it for me to go in before following himself.

“Now that is what I like to see. Gallantry isn’t dead!”

He carried on smiling at me, a throaty chuckle vibrating from his voice box directly to the pit of my stomach and maybe even my loins (whatever they are) and down into those distinctly womanly areas that shouldn’t be mentioned in polite company.

“My mum always taught me to be courteous. I haven’t forgotten that, and after all it’s only good manners really!”

I don’t know how sincere he was being or if this was his interview patter, but already I was ready to offer him the job with very special and personal tasks on the side. I scold myself internally for getting carried away and bury my head in his CV.

I just then went into my usual interview patter, checking details and allergies and gathering all those strange but apparently essential titbits for the company to know.

He was lovely. Chatty but not too personal, friendly without being overly so, exactly the kind of person who would do well behind a till. He’d have the old dears talking his ears off, the young girls flirting and the children would love his smile and gentle aura. Also I could already see the gangs of giggling girls ogling his cute face and slim frame. He really has beautiful hands, large but not overly so, not too bony but not too fleshy either and those fingers. Wow those fingers! Long wonderfully well proportioned.

“James” I find myself saying, looking deep into those sincere dark eyes, that’s another thing I realised. He hadn’t looked at my breasts once whilst talking to me. He always met my gaze. Although who knows where he looked when my attention was elsewhere?

“James, I don’t normally do this but as you are virtually the last person here I am going to tell you that you definitely have the job”

“Thank You Miss Elliot” He says “That’s fantastic! That means I don’t have to do any more interviews!”

“The training starts on Monday, you’ll get a letter in the post in the next few days giving you all the details oh and call me Susan, Miss Elliot makes me sound old!” I giggle a little then more from nerves than anything else

“Ok Susan” He smiles “because I wouldn’t want to make a young lady feel old!”

With that he shook my hand again. Oh to feel him touching me! I hadn’t felt this giddy in a long time. I’d been a career woman far too long. No man in my life, no suitors only the odd bit of echoey flirtation. That day I felt on fire! It wasn’t comfortable, it wasn’t a happy smiley feeling it was intense and passionate and bordering on the painful but I felt and that was the brilliance of it.

I berated myself all the way home for breaking the rules. I shouldn’t have told him he’d got the job then and there, but I knew he would have other interviews and consequently other work offers and I wanted him at ShopingSmart with me! He was the best candidate for the job, none of the few left impressed me more than he did but I still felt that maybe I’d let my pussy make all the decisions. They say men think with their dicks, well I can now confirm that women can think with their genitals too. Not that he’d want to get anywhere near my old woman genitals with his young athletic penis! God woman you’re thirty-five woman not Fifteen! Get your act together.

I had close to a week to recover from meeting James and I thought I was doing fairly well and I was! I had convinced myself I had made a professional decision, that my hormones were just playing up and that training would not be a problem. All that went off the roof and plunging to its destruction on the tarmac below when I saw him again.

He was casually dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans but he still managed to look smart. He stood out from the other trainees who looked scruffy and half-asleep with the 9am start.

As I went into my training spiel (Thank God we have a high turn over of employees and I know this training session of by heart!) I tried my best to ignore him. I tried to ignore the heat generated inside me from his mere presence. I thought I was actually doing quite well at one point then he put his hand up to ask a question and I had to look into those eyes. I know it’s cliched but his eyes hypnotised me, drew me in, made me feel like walking up to him and grabbing a handful of his top to pull his lips against mine and kiss the hell out of the poor young boy.

“Remember that” I told myself “He’s just a boy!”

By the end of the day I was totally frazzled. My nipples we’re so over sensitised that just the rub of my sensible cotton bra made them crinkle with delight. My knickers were soaked. I felt like the world could smell how hot and aroused I was by this young scrap of a boy and what worried me more was I didn’t really care, in fact I quite liked feeling so sluttish.

I felt a twinge of sadness as I drove home. I wasn’t likely to see much of James as he’d be on the tills in the store and more often than not I would be stuck in my office, taking interviews. I may catch a glimpse of him now and then but that was it. The common sense and mature part of me felt that this was a good thing and that maybe I would stop acting so silly and get back to my normal sensible self! However the romantic in me, oh ok then the slut in me was upset. She wanted to push him into the broom closet, rip down his pants and eagerly suck upon his young virile cock till it spurted obscenely into her mouth.

I had never felt so sexual before. Sure I’d had boyfriends, I’d had sex and yes liked it but I had never felt anything so raw, so primal, and so naughty! I got home that night and went straight to my bed. I lay there and ripped off my panties, feeling the soaked material in my fingers before throwing them carelessly away. I hitched up my skirt and spread my legs and fucked myself. My fingers easily slipped inside my hot wet pussy. I was so wet that I could hear a slurping noise every time I screwed my fingers in and out of my hole.

I imagined it was his young cock filling me. I imagined his hard body hovering over me, his eyes gazing deep into my own, his soft lips pressing against my own, and his tongue stabbing into my mouth as his cock stabs into my pussy.

I came fast, hard and juicily. I roared in my release and blushed when I realised I had. I couldn’t believe that I had been so driven by my carnal lusts. I hadn’t even shut the curtains, anyone could have been watching! What was worse part of me actually found that exciting.

“You’re turning into a bloody nymphomaniac!” I sighed out loud and then got back to normality.

It wasn’t many days later when I saw James again. In fact he knocked on the door to my office.

“Come in” I said distractedly, my head buried in the pile of new application forms littering my desk

“Hello Susan” I looked up and there he was. Dressed in a pair of black scratchy work trousers with plain black shoes but on top of that, instead of a work shirt and tie he was wearing a T-shirt.

“Carol sent me to you. The shirt I was issued is too small for me, Could I have a new one?”

He smiled that smile and I dropped the application form in my hand onto the desk.

“Certainly” I grin, standing up and going over the wall of locked cupboards, fiddling with my keys and nervously opening the uniform cupboard.

“Is this your first day then?” I ask making small talk as I rummage through the drawers trying to find the male shirts

“Yeah it is. I’m a bit nervous actually” He admitted to me. I looked over at him and he was nibbling his bottom lip, I longed to nibble it for him

“Oh you’ll be fine. Once you’ve got the hang of the tills you’ll have no problems!” I grin

“Here you go, come and rummage through these, you’re sure to find one that fits eventually!” I giggled and moved back to my desk and back to the application forms. I didn’t read another word. I just watched his arse as he bent over to rummage for a shirt. Eventually he pulled one out.

“Is it ok to try it on here to make sure it’s ok?” He asks

“S…s…ss..ss…Sure!” I stutter my accession as my face flushes red. I watch open mouthed as he pulls his T-shirt over his head, his lightly tanned skin revealed to my sight. His tight little puckered nipples dark and begging to be sucked taunt me and I feel like I am holding back the sex starved me from running at him then and there and sucking like a demon on one of those nipples.

“Are you ok?” James’s voice breaks into my daydream

“Oh yes, Sorry I was miles away then, Working something out in my head, maths was never a strong point of mine” I giggle hysterically trying to cover my embarrassment

“Oh right. I thought you were a cannibal about to pounce and eat me for you lunch from the look on your face!” He laughed, deep and throaty but I could see he was also flushing across his cheeks and his chest.

I smile back and watch him fasten up the shirt.

“That looks right to me” I say to him and he nods his head.

“I better get back down to the tills then.” He sounded almost upset to be leaving (maybe I was fantasising that bit!)

“Have a good day!” I smile and instinctively I stood up to go and hold the door open for him

“You’ll be fine” I reassured him, gently lying my hand on his shoulder and squeezing.

“Thanks Susan.” He replied; his cheeks still flushed “see ya.”

The common sense me really told myself off for that episode. Staring at his naked chest and then touching him as he left were definitely big no-nos and I knew it. The newly resurrected sexual me didn’t give a damn She just wanted a good fuck. I hadn’t felt so sexual for many years, probably since university. I met many young men then, one stole my heart and then stole my credit card and valuables and since then I had thrown myself into my work. Not wanting to risk losing everything once more to a cute face and a charming smile.

I think I felt liberated from responsibility because He was so young and nothing was going to happen between us. He was totally unobtainable and therefore perfect crush fodder! I fantasised about him often. I didn’t see him around much but whenever I walked past the tills and he was on he would give me one of those winning smiles. I was right about him, he always had a long queue for his till. Women loved him.

I wonder how many of them imagined lying down upon the conveyor belt naked? I often did. I imagined him scanning my whole body from top to toe with his fingers then picking me up and carrying me away to the back of his little student car to fuck the living daylights out of me. I had a healthy imagination and an insatiable itch in my pussy that ended up with me masturbating daily and often more than once in that day.

One morning I was on my way to work, my mind filled with plans for the day as my body drove the car on autopilot. I glanced out of the side window and out of the corner of my eye I saw James. He was bundled up in a big heavy fleece (It was autumn now and James had been working with us for three months) with a heavy scarf wrapped around his neck. I honk my horn and watch him jump as if startled, when he sees me frantically waving he waves back. I pull up to the curb a little further on and reach over to open the passenger side door.

“Morning James” I smile “jump in I’ll give you a lift”

“Tanks Susan” He sniffs, sliding into the front seat of my untidy car.

“Sorry about the mess” I apologise, smiling at him. I notice his nose is red and his eyes runny

“Are you ok?”

“Not weally doh” He says “I fink I h…h….h… ACHOO! have a cold”

“Well you’re not going into work then my lad!” I answer, going into mothering mode. “I’m going to take you right back home now. Let me just ring the office and explain things”

“but…but….” he tried to protest

“Don’t…you can’t serve customers in that state… I won’t let you. Now sit there and hush up whilst I speak to Annie”

His mouth snapped shut and I concentrated on the phone call. I explained what was going on and that I would be a little late. As I had no interviews to take today I wouldn’t be missed for an hour or so, I could always stay late to make it up if needs be.

“Right, where do you live again? I’m going to drive you home.”

James tells me where he lives and I start out in that direction

“Have you got paracetomol and such like in at home?” I ask him

“No, nothing I don’t think anyway.”

“Ok well we’ll take a detour past my place. I’ve got some cold relief odds and ends from when I had flu last month. We’ll pick those up then get you home.”

“Oh you weally don’t haff to…” He snuffled

“Yes I do. We can’t have our top checkout assistant off work for too long now can we?”

“Well tanks Susan. Tanks a lot. I tink I would have cowapsed if I had had to walk any furdder”

James barely uttered another word for the rest of the journey. I left him in the car as I went into my house to find the lemsips and other cold remedies I had lying around in a cupboard in my kitchen. When I got back to the car, James was slumped against the window fast asleep. Poor lamb. My maternal instincts were upper most in my mind, but below it all there was still a stirring in my nether regions that I just couldn’t get rid of!

I got back into my tired little car as quietly as I could, I even tried to start her quietly but she didn’t like the cold so she coughed and spluttered and woke James up.

“I’ll have you back home in a jiffy now” I say soothingly “then you can have a good rest”

The journey to James’s student home was relatively short and very quiet. When we pulled up outside the neat looking terraced house I jumped out of the car and retrieved my bag of goodies from the boot. James was already at the door when I got there. “Do you want me to come in? I can make up a drink for you and do if you like”

I think I sounded over eager but James just nodded his head “pwease.” He said and that was all the accent I needed.

I found my way to the kitchen pretty easily, for a house shared by four university boys I was impressed by its cleanliness. I boiled the kettle and then went to find James. He was laying upon a flowery couch looking forlorn, still wrapped in his coat and scarf.

“take off that coat love” I say “I’ll go and find you a blanket”

“Fanks Susan….get my duvet from my woom for me pwease”

His room was spotless. The ShopingSmart ties hanging on the door let me know it was definitely his room but I could have told that from its scent alone. I walked in and took a good look. Not only was it clean on the surface it looked like James was an organised individual. He’d have a fit if he saw the state of my bedroom! I shook myself from my little daydream, this was the only time I’d be in his room! I noticed some Pyjama’s strewn at the side of his unmade (double) bed. Obviously he hadn’t had the energy to tidy up after himself this morning. I picked up the duvet and carried it back downstairs to James then I went and made up the hot lemon drink for him.

“There you go.” I said, passing the drink to his shaking hands. “There’s some vapour rub in the box and some soothers for your throat and a few more lemsips. they should see you through for a few days.”

“Dank you” He smiled and took a sip of the drink

“Take care of yourself” I add “oh and if you want I can give you a lift into work on days we’re in at the same time. We’ll talk about it when you’re well”

“Susan?” He said

“Yes love?”

“Would do put some wub on my back for be”
I flushed bright red at the thought of touching his flesh

“Well sure I can!” I smiled, trying desperately to compose myself

“Danks. I’d ask one of der lads but deyr all in work doday all day!”

“No problem!” I grinned nervously as he slowly unbuttoned his work shirt and pulled it off.

I busied myself rummaging in the box for the menthol rub. I found it and looked up to see James lying face down on the sofa, his back calling me. I tried to stay focused, to keep hold of that motherly mothering instinct I had but to no avail. The moment my hands touched his flesh Sexual Susan came to life. I wanted to run my hands down over his trouser clad buttocks, to work my fingers down under the waist band and grope his delectable bottom! It took all my strength to keep to his back, rubbing gently in circles. I had myself under some kind of control until he moaned in stuffy nosed pleasure

“Can you do my chest doo?”

“Flip over then handsome! Let Nurse Susan do her job!”

I chuckled then and gasped as James moved quicker than I anticipated brushing past my pendulous breasts and probably noticing the erectness of my nipple.

I saw myself in my mind dressed in one of those kinky nurses outfits (you know the type you see in carry on movies, where they show lots of bottom and tons of cleavage) rubbing scented oil all over his young body…

“Young!” I berated myself internally. “He probably thinks of you as a bloody mother figure”

I took a finger full of the thick, unctuous menthol goo and began to smooth it in to his fairly hair less chest. Again he moaned his appreciation as I rubbed in more of this potent menthol preparation and moved up to his throat and back down to his chest.

“There you go” I said as I shakily tried to put the lid back on the pot “that should clear those sinuses a bit.”

“Danks” He smiled. As I stood up from my kneeling position beside the sofa I glanced down his body, taking a good long gaze at what I longed to handle more and more. I saw something from the corner of my eye, I glanced again and yes! There was a prominent bump in James’s pants.

I gulped then and stood up quickly, looking away and hoping he’d not noticed me staring.

As soon as I moved he pulled the duvet back over him and I could see his cheeks flushed with what might have been embarrassment,arousal or exertion or a combination of the lot.

“Take care” I said “I’ll see myself out”

“Danks Susan!” He snuffled and I left him to recuperate.

Our relationship changed from that point on. We were colleagues who chatted before the cold episode but after that we became colleagues and friends and mutual flirters too! I started then to drive James to or back form work whenever our timetables permitted it. I had even gone so far as to hang around for two hours making up things to do just so I could take James home and spend time talking to him. We flirted and teased each other and I was beginning to think that maybe, just maybe there was a mutual attraction forming between the two of us.

After one particularly sexually witty joke he told I said to him

“I bet your girlfriend is a happy lady!”

“Oh I’m single” He smiled cheekily. “So I’m on the market if you’re interested”

I reacted as if he were joking, he couldn’t be serious…could he?

“I’d eat you alive young man!” I protest, my cheeks flushing and my heart pounding

“Oh I’d love that!” He grinned with a terribly honest blaze to his deep dark eyes

“I love dating oldies!” He winked and ducked then as my hand flapped out to slap him on the arm “only kidding” he added

And I wondered which bit he was kidding about. Was he attracted to older ladies? (because there is no way I can deny I am older than he is) Or was that what he was joking about? This crush was getting complicated! I can’t possibly make a move on him though. Not only am I ancient compared to him I am his superior,at work at least.

I began to think about James more and more each day and in more sexual ways too. I wondered how well endowed he was, how well he kissed and if he enjoyed oral sex. I wondered what his kinks and fetishes might have been. I want to know him intimately and that feeling was not getting any weaker. If anything it was growing at a breath -takingly quick pace!

Soon Christmas arrived and the works party was organised and planned. I hate the works do usually. Everyone seems to get stinking drunk and allsorts of nasty incidents occur which usually end with me having to drive some poor drunken sod home. I don’t drink, well not anything alcoholic. I found in uni that I had a very low tolerance for the stuff and after one particularly awful experience with alcoholic punch I vowed never to drink a drop of alcohol again and I never had.

I was talking to James about this on the way to the Christmas do. He admited he wasn’t good with booze either but that sometimes he liked the odd beer just to loosen his inhibitions a bit. Of course he did, he was a student!

“I’ll not drink much tonight though” he tagged on to the end of his part of the conversation

“I don’t want to end up doing something daft!”

“that’ll break some of those girl’s hearts then” I quipped back “they’re all hoping to bed you, you know”

He blushed then and said nothing for a minute then commented, somewhat randomly

“I don’t like girls. I love women”

I found myself thinking thank God this year they’d decided to just go for a normal, formal buffet and disco type party and so I didn’t have to find a fancy dress costume. Last year I ended up as a turkey…not sexy in the slightest and the last costume anywhere that I could afford.

I had spent hours shopping for the perfect outfit this year. Long deep purple velvet dress with a discreet split up the back and a low décolletage. showing off my best assets.

I saw it, fell in love and tried it on. It fit me like it had been made just for me. I had to have it, sod the fact it cost me more than a weeks wages I had to wear something suitably impressive for James! I wanted to show him what I had under the frumpy works uniform, I wanted him to look at me and see a sexual woman not an old lady.

He was in a suit, a beautifully tailored Suit. It fit him snugly, showing off all his assets to the full, the dark midnight black against the crisp, bright white of his shirt dazzled me optically and then sexually. In this suit he dripped sex. I told him so. I told him how sexy he looked

“You’re bound to pull tonight love! You look gorgeous!” I exclaimed as we shed our coats at the cloakroom of the posh hotel

“And you look totally ravishing Susan. You’ll outshine the rest tonight by far!”

He smiled cheekily and I grinned back before James was swamped by a gaggle of giggling checkout girls, all ready to pull, push and grab to get a piece of the sexiest man at the party.

I let out a sigh and walked into the main function room alone.

After a couple of hours I was bored. People were well on their way to being totally plastered and senior management could be seen pelvic thrusting on the dance floor with a young lass from fruit and veg.

Many green faces had dashed to the toilets already, but as yet my taxi service has not been called upon. I spent my time sat in a corner nursing a glass of lemonade and watching James and his gaggle of girly admirers. I must admit he was gentlemanly, showing each and every one a fair amount of attention. He was so sweet he kept looking up at me and smiling or winking, once even mouthing “Are you ok?” to which I smiled broadly and hoped he didn’t notice how plastic and fake it really was.

As I gazed into space, wondering whether I could slip out without being missed James suddenly came into my line of sight.

“I think I am a bit drunk Susan” He said, he did not slur but I noted the long pauses between each word and the deep look of concentration weighing down his brow.

“Do you want a lift home then? I was about to go anyway.” I smile

“That would be great! Thanks”

“just don’t puke up in my car ok?”

He grabbed my hand as I stood up and held it tightly as we walked towards the cloakroom. Obviously he felt he needed something to keep him balanced, although he didn’t seem awfully wobbly on his legs. We collected our coats and made our way over to the car.

“Thank God I’m out of there!” He sighed as he eased his tall slim frame into my tiny compact car. “Them girls we’re driving me crazy!”

“I was bored to tears” I added as I switched on the engine “and the buffet wasn’t up to much either”

We chit chatted all the way back to his. he didn’t seem particularly drunk to be honest, but maybe he was just good at hiding it.

“Shit” He exclaimed as he got to his front door. I leant over and wound down the passenger side window

“What’s the matter?” I shouted

“I’ve not got my keys on me. All the guys are out tonight! they’ll not be back till the small hours!”

“Well you can come back to mine for a bit if you like” I offered, my heart pounded, my mind reeled as my mouth dried.

“Really? That’d be great!” He grinned his relief and walked back to the car (with no apparent problems either)

“Thanks a lot Susan.”

“It’s ok” I add “I can’t leave you waiting outside your house in the cold can I?”

It took only a few minutes to get back to my house. I was trying desperately to remember the state it was in. I was pretty convinced it wasn’t too bad, well as long as he didn’t go into my bedroom. Make up all over the dresser, wet towels on the floor, shoes scattered around the mirrored wardrobe door. I had taken a long time getting dressed this evening and consequently had no time to tidy up the mess I had created.

Stop it woman! He’s not going to be going anywhere near your bedroom! He just wants to get in from the cold! As we walked up to my house I apologised for the possible messy state of the house

“I’m sure it’s fine” He smiled and I felt him squeeze my shoulder. Well he was being very friendly. Maybe he really is very drunk after all.

“Do you want a drink?” I called as I took our coats and threw them over a chair in the hall.

“Oh a hot drink would be lovely” He called back from my living room. “Coffee if you’ve got any please!”

I clattered around my kitchen, pulling out mugs and filling the kettle. As I waited for it to boil I washed the last few pots lazing in the plastic tub and wiped around the worktops

“I thought I’d come and wait in here with you” James voice startled me by its nearness.

“That’s fine” I smiled, clutching my chest “you scared me though! I didn’t hear you coming!”

“Sorry” he smiled as he lounged back on the top near the kettle. “I was getting lonely on my own”

I had to stand really close to him to pour the hot water from the kettle onto the instant granules resting in the bottom of the mugs.

“Milk and sugar?” I asked

“Milk, no sugar. I’m sweet enough” He grinned, making 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 open the fridge to get the milk, taking deep breaths as I went. I walked back slowly and deliberately moved the mugs away from James. After making up the coffee we walk back to my living room.

As I walked in I noticed he has 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” CD’s 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 conversation before it sank its jaws into 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”

and the conversation followed in the same work related vein for a while before silence over took us again. James bent forward to place his mug down on the carpet and as he straightened he said

“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 densely 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, that 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, was faintly aware of the rough sound of it unzipping and then the feel of his fingers against my bare skin. My tongue dived between his lips then, finding his and playfully poking 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 grasp at my dress and pulled it down, encouraging me to move my arms and aid him in the removal of this barrier between us. the beautiful velvet pools 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 battle with each other’s clothes. I felt the bra give and his hands were suddenly there, cupping my 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 and 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, the way it was rising and falling and then down ,further down till I could see the pronounced lump in his trousers.

“I want you” He whispered again, pulling my eyes back up to his “Oh god 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 James” I let it out like a too-long held in breath “I’ve wanted you 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 young woman, 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, 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 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. 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, 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 great. I felt so erotic with my pendulous breasts being sucked and slurped at as they swayed 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, 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 swear I did pass out.

When I became capable of proper thought once again I was laying beside him, my back to the back of the sofa, one leg and one arm thrown over him, our genitals nestled together between us.

That was the explosive beginning to a long and on going love affair. We were together for the length of time he was in university. We were inseparable and fucked in allsorts of exciting and daring places. In my office, in the store room, high up in the stacks (that was scary but incredibly exhilarating) in my car, in his room whilst his housemates were around, (I think James liked to show me off, people were always in when we were!)and in many, many different semi public places during the summer months.

We both knew it was a fling so we flung it for all it was worth! We did. We both knew it wouldn’t last forever and so the day he told me that he was moving to America I wasn’t surprised. I knew it was coming. We both cried. We both sobbed loud and long. We made love that night. Sweet,sensuous and oh so sad love. When I woke in the morning there was a hand written note resting upon the pillow beside me.

I couldn’t face goodbye. I will always love you. James xxx”
Short,sweet and succinct.

I grieved for a long time over him but eventually the pain faded. He gave me my life back,reminded me there was more to me than my career,my job and my common sense mind. I still exchange letters and the odd Christmas card with James. He is married now and I am sure he tells his wife I am an old maiden aunt or something. She is younger than he is, intelligent and he adores her. I am happy for him,I really am. However that does not mean I am happy that he is not with me.

Tonight is a night I grieve for our lost love. Tonight I choose to remember all the times we shared because tonight is the night we made love. I sit here upon my comfy sofa, in my warm red room. I have mood music on and a cup of coffee in my hand and I dream. I am wearing the same velvet dress I wore that night so long ago. I am sure it will change, I will not always feel the need to re-enact those fleeting hours as I do now but for now I need to remember.

I will never forget. Never.

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