Jim was out of town on business the entire week that I was suppose to be going out to gain more members for our struggling church. But after carrying out to the car an extremely heavy box of leaflets, I had slipped and fallen on the icy steps and broke my leg. Suffering much pain with the cardboard box atop me a neighbor boy and the youngest member of the chore comes to my rescue. Following in his sharp red mustang the paramedics to the local hospital.
I didn't inform Jim about the accident until two days later, day before he was to return home. Knowing Jim would have caught the next flight out of Phoenix and miss his chance of landing an account with a major steel company that would have been devastating to an already struggling stove company. So after my release a few hours later, I caught a ride in the old red mustang that has a distinct odor, one which resembles not only mildew, but also sex in the back seat.
Adam of only eighteen assisted me into the tiny shanty, a three from cabin that Jim and his father built twenty-one years ago with their bare hands. Adam was the star running- back for the 'rams' that I would often go see that hasn't won a game all season. But there was still one game left.
Adam stayed with me the entire evening to see if signs of complications or pain would reoccur, allowing me the opportunity to learn more about this bright kid and where he was headed once his high school days were completed. Knowing he was offered a scholarship to Yale, Minnesota, and even a road scholarship to Oxford, which was actual-ly mighty impressive for a small town boy.
I learned a lot that night from a lad across the street, especially how he plans to become a star running-back in the NFL. Then wanting to make an honest living as a businessman in the highly congested stock market.
Adam made me a stiff drink to ease the pain, which allows me to enjoy the rest of the night talking about his future and eventually his love life. Realizing that this stout young man was very much still a virgin, especially when I spoke of my own sexual pleasures that made him quite uneasy. Often turning his righteous head when I would either cross my legs slowly or staring up at the clock on the far wall to avoid seeing me raising my short silky dress up.
After a few more mixed drinks I begin to feel at ease with myself and extremely weak to what Adam was saying about his last girlfriend. Ronda, which so happens to be my one and only niece. Going on about how they kissed under the bleachers and how her braces had gotten caught in his lower lip that I suddenly found amusing and romantic. Offering the mere lad another sip of my Rum & Coke, allowing him to reside next to me on the cozy sofa that seems to bother him until he took yet a larger sip of the drink that was al-ready weakening my brain cells.
"Do you love her still, and did you two have sex?" I said, unconsciously raising up more of my flower printed dress of red.
Once Adam replies no to both of my harmless questions. I felt this uncomfortable desire running through his head, searching for a way out of this predicament he seems to be struggling, and noticing once again my shapely legs that were being to spread farther out.
"Adam, do grab a pen to sign my cast," I said, yearning to study the lads stern muscle as soon as he stands up.
Realizing I was involving myself in something that I rarely never do once the boss is in- deed away and allowing the mice to play. Then once I'd seen what I needed to see; as I felt excited and tremendously respected once Adam had mixed me up another drink and came forward with yet another confession. Informing me with a slurred tone and most likely a blurred vision that if given another chance that he would probably engage in oral sex and foreplay.
I was simply astounded and certainly taken in by his pleading cries for someone to give a little of their time and energy. Lying here in the dark with my back against the cushy arm, where I felt his eyes focusing on my inner tan thighs and a host of demon seeds about to come forward.
"How would you feel about engaging in oral sex with a much older woman, hum?" I said, trying to excite him more with my seductive voice.
After he'd thought for a second or two Adam said. "I guess I could, since she would be of most importance and experienced."
After that, I became more interested and involved, as I begin to encourage him to observe and carefully massage up the tender leg that I was pretending still hurts. Feeling most vulnerable once I capture the look on his face, in his courageous eyes, and how his spirit-ual hands slowly moves up the tender skin. Allowing my sore leg to remain on his lap with his passionate eyes working harder than ever to see more up my ailing limb. Stalk-ing the lad plenty when let down my guard to feel his exciting hands gaining ground and onto my sacred garden.
