Author's note: This story follows in timeline from the previous story TOYBOY. It stands alone as a story, however. It is not necessary to read TOYBOY first.
Toyboy Hits the Road
1986, Yorkshire, England.
Part One
Chapter 1
Eight weeks had passed since, from my bedroom window, I saw for the first time a stunningly beautiful, dark haired woman, more than twice my age, moving into the house next door.
It was six since she had claimed my virginity, after a night that began with food and dancing, where she declared proudly that I was her
Toyboy
to anyone who would listen, then ended with a night (and morning) of passion.
Emiliana Marianelli was Italian born and Yorkshire bred. The name was as pretty as the woman herself, although something of a mouthful for the English tongue. Thankfully, she went by the shortened version of Millie.
The mother of a girl, Kelly, with whom I shared my first kiss at school a few years before. It's not many people can say that the daughter was his first kiss, but the mother was his first fuck. Millie said she loved my wavy, dark hair and blue eyes. With the compliments and life-tips she gave me, my self-confidence was growing rapidly.
I had been given a full-time job at the local steelworks. It was hot, heavy work, but it kept me pretty fit. I had a secure job and a decent wage every week. The priority for me was to move out of the house in which I grew up and find an apartment to rent.
Sharing with four younger siblings and my parents was fine, but when I am seeing the woman next door with walls as thin as the ones on our street, it becomes a bit of a problem. "A bit of a fucking screamer, your lass," my dad had said, straight to the point as he always was.
I had tried keeping Millie quiet on one recent occasion. As I was taking her from behind, her favourite position, she started shrieking loudly, so I put a firm hand over her mouth. She opened wide and took a massive bite out of the base of my thumb on the fleshy webbing, drawing blood and causing me to yell "Aah you bitch!" in pain and making her scream even louder, presumably getting immense pleasure from causing it.
It must've sounded like we were murdering each other!
Considering it was only a short time since I had lost my virginity, the sex was fantastic. Millie had said I was a fast learner and a natural. If ever the saying 'learning on the job' was apt, this was it.
I was just eighteen, Millie was thirty-seven. Since the night she took my virginity, her appetite for sex had been insatiable. The more sex we had, the hornier she was and the more sex she wanted. Which was absolutely fine by me!
I knocked and Millie opened the front door with a radiant smile and that sexy twinkle in her deep blue eyes. My lover liked to dress in a manner that showed plenty of her naturally tanned flesh. She was almost always in shorts and her arms and shoulders were rarely covered.
This evening, she was wearing an ivory coloured silk nightwear top with a tiny strap that went around the neck leaving her long, dark brown hair to fall freely down her lightly tanned, bare back. There was plenty of her slightly larger than average breasts on display with the plunge neckline, and definitely no bra, as I could see nipples pushing invitingly, through the fine, smooth silk.
Her top didn't quite reach the tiny, matching silky shorts which accentuated her slim waist, full hips and peachy ass perfectly.
If it had been anybody else who happened to be knocking the door, he'd have had a fantastic eyeful!
Dressing quite as provocatively as this was for my eyes only, although my guess was that she would enjoy the attention of salivating men, as she had plenty of admiring glances even in her normal attire.
People of our terraced street, in the terraced town of Trembley, Yorkshire, would gossip as a pastime. It was a surprise to me that the news of my relationship with Millie had been met with very little chit-chat, possibly because we did little to hide the fact, leaving nothing to gossip about. However, if she started leaving the house wearing what she did for me, rumours and name-calling would be rife.
After a long kiss in the doorway, she showed me through. It was to be a night in, with a rented movie, lots of wine and, hopefully, lots of sex.
Millie opened a bottle of her favourite Bordeaux and I sat on her brown, leather couch.
She put the bottle and two glasses on a side table, then, in that childish way she loved to do, Millie climbed on top and straddled me where I sat. With the now familiar, lusty grin, her deep, red lips met mine and we started kissing passionately. "I've been waiting for this all week," she said and kissed me some more.
With my hands on her ass, I gripped tightly as she raised herself up so that my face was pressed between her firm breasts, the plunge neckline of her silk nightwear fell away readily, allowing me unfettered access.
Releasing my neck temporarily from the tight hold of her arms, in one movement she pulled her silk top over her head, threw it to the floor and pressed her chest into my face once more.
With her tits either side, I wrapped my mouth around one, while using my fingers to play with the other. Her large, dark red nipple was between my teeth.
My older lover adored pain. The harder my bite, the more she moaned. Feeling the bulge in my jeans, she rubbed against it and I could almost feel the crevice of her warm, wet pussy through her shorts. My dick was already rock hard inside as I caressed, bit and licked her pert, firm tits.
I could feel she was turned on by the size to which her nipples had grown, and by the strong grip she had on my dark, wavy hair, guiding my mouth to the place that would give her maximum pleasure. Groaning her approval, she kissed down the side of my face and onto my neck.
Just as I was about to pull her shorts down those long, tanned legs and bury my face in her sweet, wet pussy, she stopped suddenly and pulled away.
Chapter 2
Climbing off me, Millie took a large drink of wine and handed me my glass. With my hot lover in just a pair of tiny silk shorts and nothing else, wine wasn't the first thing on the list of things I wished to consume right then.
"I'm sorry if I always come on too strong with you, Edward. I just can't help myself," she told me, with a regretful tone. "The time we spend together, the way you kiss me, the way we make love, it's fantastic, I don't want it to end, ever."
It sounded like the next word was going to be a big, fat "but". I felt a nasty, dry taste in my mouth, the kind that tells you bad news is imminent, the kind of feeling that you get when your girlfriend is about to dump you.
I recalled the first day we had met and kissed. She told me specifically not to fall for her. "I'm on the rebound. Women on the rebound make poor choices." She had said. It was too late for that; I had fallen for her straight away.
Still, she was almost naked and had been kissing me passionately just ten seconds earlier. I needed to know what was on her mind.