Another story that fits in with my series although it didn't happen exactly as this story suggests. The characters are similar and the experiences relate to a brief encounter last year. I've threaded into the story the dilemma an older woman might face in these circumstances. Please don't judge me.
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"Do you always try to flirt with older women?"
I was smirking I suppose, and that must have been regarded as a challenge.
Kirk was only nineteen and our usual electrician, Nick, had left him alone to finish off a bit of wiring in the basement of a terraced house I was having renovated.
When I'd arrived I sort of knew he'd be on his own and I had this inner guilt making my stomach churn. I found him exactly the sort of boy I'd have gone for when I was his age. It worried me a bit, but I decided it was part of my new found freedom since my divorce, and I had to keep it under control.
However before I'd left home I'd found myself putting on a shortish skirt and t-shirt, as opposed to my normal work outfit of jeans and sweatshirt. I knew I was fooling myself and it was madness for a thirty-six year old to be acting this way.
Kirk stood up to his full six foot two and laughed, putting the wire strippers on a toolbox.
"I thought it was you who was flirting, at least I got that impression the other day."
I was taken aback by the arrogant response and I found myself blushing bright red.
Backtracking, I stuttered slightly and replied, "Now why would I, I'm not far off being old enough to be your mum?"
Kirk dusted off his hands and took a step towards me. My reaction was to take half a step backwards.
He chuckled and countered with, "I just got the impression you were teasing me a bit, sort of taking advantage of the fact that you pay my wages?"
I found myself laughing nervously and the temperature in the basement was definitely causing me to get hot and bothered.
In a mock show of propriety I replied, "I'm sorry you got that impression Kirk, I must try to be less familiar."
He was now coming straight back at me, "Oh, I think that would be a shame, and my mum never looks as good as you!"
In another half step towards me, the gap between us closed right up. I couldn't retreat anymore because of a stack of plaster boards behind me. Kirk was just inches from me and his face was level with my forehead, I could actually feel his breath on my face.
As I raised my hands up to push his chest away, he lifted his hand and one of his fingers moved a strand of my hair away from my eyes. His finger tip brushed my cheek and I shivered noticeably despite how warm I felt.
"Kirk, I don't think this is a good idea." It had to be said.
He looked at me from inches away, my voice wavered and I had nowhere to go.
"What's not a good idea, did you think I was going to kiss you?"
His self confidence had thrown me completely. I actually put both hands flat on his chest to hold him back.
"No, of course not,"
I was now trying to rescue the situation and tried a different tack.
"Now do you think you could show me what's still got to be done down here?"
"I wanted..." he was ignoring me, "I wanted to kiss you."
I paused, still resting my hands on his chest, "Stop it Kirk."
I must have said it too quietly and too passively because he simply took my face in both hands and pulled me into that kiss.
To my shame I didn't push him away and found myself not doing anything except enjoy the sensation.
He did pull away and it was clear he was waiting for my reaction, half expecting my indignation or possibly even anger.
"Kirk, we can't do this, you shouldn't have done that... fuck... it's so completely wrong!"
I was confused, flustered, and yet I found my heart pounding, this was a totally new experience and I only had myself to blame.
He was still standing very close, he was breathing quite quickly too, and I could tell that he was expecting to be rebuffed. I wasn't avoiding eye contact and we stood for a few moments trying to read each others thoughts.
I made the mistake of putting my hand on his shoulder, a sort of physical appeal to his better judgement. However better judgement gets clouded when there are hormones involved.
"Kirk... just stop a moment," I hesitated, unconsciously squeezing his shoulder, "you may fancy me, but it never works, business and pleasure, and besides I'm far too old for you!"
Almost as a mirror image of my hand on his shoulder, he raised his hand, placing it on my shoulder and squeezing the fleshy part beside my neck.
Something triggered me, god knows what, but I pulled him to me and kissed him again. Then the emotional flood gates opened. I could feel his urgency and I wasn't thinking straight, in fact I wasn't thinking at all.
The kiss was hungry, and straightaway his hand was up underneath my t-shirt and massaging my breast through my bra. I could feel him hard beneath his jeans, pressed up against me.
As if to signal my total acquiescence, I thrust my hand downwards between us and massaged his cock through the denim. My whole body came alive and I threw caution to the wind.
"Here, over here Kirk, be quick."
There was a portable workbench to one side of us and I uncoupled myself, pulling up my skirt and bending over the bench. With one hand supporting my weight I used the other to pull aside my panties from my very heated pussy.
"Fuck me ... Kirk... just do it!"
I didn't look behind me, I just heard the unbuckling of his belt and his zip going down. Immediately I felt his cock pressing against my pussy and I pushed my feet further apart.
I heard myself groan as he entered me. At the same time he had hold of my hips and I found myself pushing back.
"Oh god Kirk.. ohhhhhhhhh fuck."
That seemed to excite him even more and when I gasped, "Fuck me... go on... fuck me hard," it ignited his lust even more.
I was conscious of how wet and how ready I was, the whole thing reminded me of my teenage years and the occasion when I'd got over excited in the back of a car and got fucked in the local supermarket car park.
The sound of his thighs slapping against my ass cheeks, that 'wet' sound of him pumping into me and the rising sound of both of us panting out loud with the physical effort.
I didn't think that Kirk would last that long, he seemed very, very excited, but I'd not realised how aroused I'd been even before we'd started. Almost by surprise I felt my orgasm building. I was gasping, then moaning and that became a sort of rhythmic grunt of pleasure as I heard him groan and felt his cock jerk. He rammed into me, holding himself deep inside me. It triggered me and I found myself crying out, "OH FUCK... KIRK!" my pussy convulsing, seeming to milk everything he had left.
I felt him sag onto my back briefly and then he lifted himself up and off me. I was left bending over. I could feel his spunk starting to seep out of me and I lifted myself up with just a dribble of him dripping onto the dusty concrete floor.
"Oh Jesus... what the hell are we doing? That wasn't meant to happen Kirk, no one must know about this, just don't let it get back to David!"
David was my ex, and still my business partner, I knew how the shit would hit the fan if he knew I'd fucked an apprentice.
I was trying to pull my panties straight and my skirt down. Kirk was pulling up his jeans and boxers and looking quite sheepish.
"Say something Kirk... please don't just stand there."
I must have looked an absolute sight, my long blonde hair tangled round over my shoulder, my t-shirt and skirt covered in concrete dust and my fingers wet from Kirk's semen that had got smeared on my fingers from my leaking pussy.
To my horror he smiled and although he assured me he wouldn't say anything he still had that bit of arrogance in his voice.
"No, of course not, but it means I can see you again."
I knew exactly what 'see you again' meant, and then it dawned on me that he now had a bit of a hold over me.
"No, this isn't happening again," I said it with an edge to my voice.
He grinned again and disdainfully walked over to his tool box, picking up his wire strippers as though to carry on working.
"We'll see," was his reply.
I was at a loss, I felt slightly humiliated, a bit slutty, and guilty that I'd enjoyed it. I felt he'd had his way. I said nothing more and strode out of the house, dusting myself down on the way.
I sat for five minutes in my car outside, not moving, just thinking. I could feel myself uncomfortably wet between my thighs, my panties were soaked. Eventually I started the car and drove home. I stripped off, threw my clothes in the clothes basket and stepped into the shower.
The torrent of water seemed to clear my mind. I just hoped that it had been a one off, a bit of an adventure for him and a moment of madness from me. But like most things in my life it didn't work out like that.
Two days later I really needed to go and take some lighting fitments to Nick but I felt very uneasy about Kirk being around. I summoned up the courage and called in with the box of fitments just before lunchtime.
I thought I'd struck lucky because Kirk wasn't around and I'd been chatting to Nick for more than ten minutes before I heard him coming down from upstairs.
I tried to avoid eye contact with him but he immediately said, "Hello Louise."
"You're a bit bloody familiar Kirk," Nick interrupted quickly, not usually hearing Kirk use my first name, "she pays your wages!"
"It's okay," I said, "as long as he gets on with his work he can call me Louise."
I saw Kirk grin and he seemed to leave his eyes on me for longer than he should have. I made a hasty exit and promised Nick that I'd call in again in a couple of days.
When I got home that evening I was still feeling total guilt about mixing business with pleasure and I'd never normally have dreamed of having sex with someone so young as Kirk. I got changed into my pjs and had the remains of a quiche with some salad, settling down to relax with a Netflix movie and a large glass of red.
I'd barely got through the opening five minutes when the front door bell chimed and my mobile repeated the ringing. I'd got one of those camera bells that showed on your phone who it was.
"Who the devil is that?" I muttered to myself, knowing full well I wasn't expecting Amazon or indeed any visitors. Picking up my phone I opened the app and there in the half light was Kirk.
"Fuck!" My reaction was immediate.
