My husband and I bought a house in downtown Huntington, WV close to the Marshall University campus. He renovated it and converted it into three apartments that we rented out to college students. One of our tenants had graduated the previous semester and we had yet to post the apartment. Therefore, I would use it on occasion whenever I would spend a long evening in the library following my night class. Or, whenever I would go out with some friends after class and was in no shape to drive home.
Last Thursday night was a perfect example. I had been pouring over journals in the Drinko Library when my friend Lori called my cell. She had just got out of her night class and wanted to do something. I told her that I needed to finish up a few things, but that I would meet her at ICON in about an hour. With finals approaching, not to mention being a full-time wife and mother, a part-time student, and a substitute teacher life was beginning to get frustrating. I could use a good night out, I thought. So, I called my husband and told him that I would be staying at the apartment. I told him that I loved him, and then said good night.
When I arrived at ICON, I was not surprised to find that Lori had already made two friends. She is twenty-six, twelve years younger than me, about 5'2" and 135 lbs, straight auburn shoulder length hair, a very pretty face, a lot of personality, and she usually wears low cut tops that really show off her large round breasts.
As I made my way to their table, I could tell both young men were checking me out. It felt good, a little odd; maybe even a little exciting having guys so much younger find me attractive. Although, I'm 38 years old, I still find myself getting shy around new people. I mean, I still don't look my age by any means. Being petite and weighing a little over 100 lbs. with long brown hair. Most people still think I'm in my mid to late twenties.
As I arrived at the table, the young man on the left stood up and introduced himself as Rick. He was tall, good looking, maybe 6'2" and in very good shape. He wore blue jeans and an off-white t-shirt with some hunting logo on his chest. He had short dark hair, a dark complexion, and brown eyes. Lori then leaned forward and said, nearly yelling over the music, "This is Chris. We met in class a couple weeks ago."
I extended my hand and Chris rose slightly and took it, he shook it and said, "You must be Ellen. Lori has told us all about you." I just smiled and looked toward Lori, who was very focused on her friend.
I looked back at Rick as he pulled a chair out from the table for me to sit. I sat in the chair beside Rick and gazed around the bar. It was full of college students blowing off steam after a long week of winter classes. Rick leaned over to me and said, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"Lori told me that you are married."
"Yes" taking annoyed glance in Lori's direction, wondering what else Lori had told him about me.
"But, you go out and your husband, he doesn't mind?"
"That's right."
"Ok." He gave me a curious look, and then leaned over and said, "I'll be honest, if I had a wife that looked as good as you, I would never let her go out in a college town."
I felt the blood rushing to my face as I thanked him for his compliment.
A waitress came by and took our drink order. He ordered a Budweiser for himself and a Lynchburg Lemonade for me. Apparently, Lori did tell him a lot about me, I thought to myself.
Rick and I continued to talk over the loud music. I found out that he was originally from somewhere outside of Pittsburg, PA, that he was the oldest of three boys, and that he had played football for Marshall for two years before he tore his MCL or something. We talked and got to know each other a little better. A couple more drinks and I was starting to loosen up. He asked me to dance, and held out his hand. I took it and he led me to the dance floor.
The music was loud and powerful and my body moved sensuously in time to the beat. From the corner of my eye I noticed that Lori was really into Chris, she had moved onto his lap, she would laugh and throw her head back flipping her hair, and move in to give him kisses. I grinned to myself and turned my attention back to Rick.
Moving in time to the music my body pressed against his. The music pulsed in my veins as I ran my hands over his firm arms and shoulders. I felt his hands explore my back as he pulled my body tightly against his. I put my arms around his shoulders and rested my head on his muscular chest. The first song ended and second began. We continued to sway to the music, pressing our bodies tightly together. I then pulled my head off his chest, moved my right arm up behind his head and pulled his head down to mine. Our lips met. His breath was hot in my mouth. His tongue parted my lips. As my body moved against his, our lips locked passionately, our tongues playfully darting against the other, I felt a bulge forming in his pants. Instinctively I moved my body, rubbing against it, feeling it grow.
A tap on my shoulder, our kiss released, I turned to see Lori's coy smile, as she said that she and Chris were leaving and asked if I would be alright. I smiled and said, "I'll be fine. Have fun."
"Oh, we will, you too." Lori responded with a wink and a mischievous grin. She turned and walked away hand in hand with Chris. Looking back she gave me a wave as she walked out the door. Then I turned back to Rick.
We danced for a bit more. With my back to him I wriggled my ass suggestively against his crotch. Rick's hands were on my hips, pulling me tighter against him. I spun round and kissed him again. As my tongue explored his mouth I let my hands drop to his muscular chest. I began rubbing his chest, feeling muscles flex between my fingers, marveling at his physical prowess and imagining what more my young friend had to offer. His left hand continued to rub my back slowly as his right found my ass. His strong grasp sent chills throughout my body, increasing my already growing wetness. As the song ended, we parted; I smiled at him looking into his gorgeous brown eyes. A new song had begun with a fast tempo and thunderous beat. The dance floor quickly filled with several people, the air was hot from their bodies and smelled like a mixture of sweat, alcohol, and perfume. As Rick gave my ass a little squeeze we made our way off the dance floor and back to our table. I sat down and he sat facing me.
As we finished our drinks; Rick rested his hand on my leg. He began softly massaging my leg, gradually inching his way up my thigh. Growing anticipation crept over me, my wetness continued to grow. I then leaned forward, gave him another kiss and placed my hand on his crotch. I rubbed it under my palm and fingers feeling its size. He jerked slightly, but his cock responded, growing beneath my fingers. I then leaned to his ear and said, "I want this inside me!" giving it a slight squeeze to make my point clear. He nodded, we gathered our things, and we were soon making our way to the door.
Once outside, Rick said that he had a car parked on 3rd Avenue. I informed him that I had an apartment just a couple of blocks up 8th Street. "Fine," he replied, "your place it is." We took the short walk, hand in hand. Small talk was a thing of the past as we hurried our pace. As we approached the house, I stopped at the foot of the porch steps. I took one step up, turned, and gave Rick another passionate kiss, at his own height, my hands behind his head, his hands grasping my ass. As we continued our passionate embrace, his right moved up my back and around my body, his firm hand grazed the side of my breast. I let his hand settle in as he gradually began massaging my chest. My pussy was hot with anticipation; I could feel the moisture in my jeans. A car drove down 7th Avenue, its lights flashed upon us, however, we did not move. The car turned at the corner and disappeared down the street. I slowly pulled back, taking Rick's hand I backed up the steps guiding him up onto the porch. The light was out and the house cast a shadow over the entrance way, I kissed him again. My hand ran down his chest, across his well muscled abdomen, and again into his crotch. I was not surprised to find him already hard. "I can't wait." I whispered hoarsely as my hands tugged at his jeans. "I want you now!"
Suddenly Rick's hands were all over me. He tugged at my top, pulling it up over my breasts. My bra was quickly pushed aside and I felt his hot tongue flick over my nipples. I had to stop myself from crying out, as he began sucking them warmly into his mouth. Although, the thought of somebody watching has always excited me, I didn't want any of the neighbors, or our tenants, looking outside to investigate any strange noises. I pushed him back against the front door, and took a deep breath. I reached down and unfastened his pants. I released his cock from its confinement. "I want it now," I demanded I was so turned on.
I knelt down in front of him, my back to the street. I opened my mouth and took him in between my lips. His cock was nice, just right, nearly 7 inches long, not too thick, with a strong flavor of salty pre-cum. I sucked hard, my lips sliding up and down his shaft, my hands stroking him rapidly. Occasionally, I would look up at Rick as his hands gently ran through my hair. Our eyes would meet and I could see the pleasure in his face. His head threw back, and he continued to moan. Cars periodically passed by on the street below. His moans gradually became stronger as I sucked harder, his hands grasping my hair tightly, and his hips starting to thrust. Finally, I was taking him full in, with my hand massaging his balls, rolling them between my fingers, squeezing them firmly. "Oh fuck, I can't hold on. Here it comes!" he groaned.
His cock twitched violently sending a surge of hot sperm into my mouth. I swallowed reflexively as jet after jet of cum shot down my throat. "Oooooh... God... yes!!!" he exclaimed as he emptied himself. Finally his climax subsided. I sucked the last few drops from his rapidly diminishing cock. I wiped my lips with the back of my hand as I stood up, and adjusted my clothes. I smiled as Rick pulled up his pants, tucked himself back inside and zipped his jeans.
"Right," I said with a hungry smile on my face, "shall we go upstairs now?"
Dumbstruck, all Rick could do was nod. :)
