Divorced The Fourth Was Unexpected

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.

I jumped up, panicking, not knowing what to do. My heart was racing and I found myself grabbing my outdoor coat from the hook in the hall and putting it on before I opened the door.

"Kirk, how did you know I lived here? What do you want?"

"I was in the van when Nick dropped something into you last month," he explained.

We both stood facing each other and I repeated, "What are you doing here? I told you the other day not to think what we did was... you know... gonna happen again."

I must have looked quite odd clutching my outdoor coat around me, my pj bottoms clearly visible and looking beyond him to see if any of my neighbours were around.

Kirk just stood there with that arrogant look returning to his face.

"I almost let on to Nick today. He asked me why I'd called you Louise."

"You didn't, did you, he didn't suspect anything?" I was panicking a lot now.

It was impossible to continue the sort of conversation we were having on the doorstep, so I had to give in to circumstance.

"For fuck's sake come in, we can't discuss it here."

He stepped inside and rather than remaining there he strode past me into the lounge, looking around and seeing the half glass of wine and the bottle next to the sofa. The tv was on pause and he saw that I was watching a Netflix film. I was taken aback and protested pathetically.

"Kirk, you can't just come here unannounced and think I'm gonna... well... you know."

"You know what? You seemed to enjoy it last time."

"That was a mistake, the whole bloody thing was a mistake," my voice was raised.

"But an enjoyable mistake," Kirk was smirking once again.

The situation was a stand off. Me with my pjs on and my coat wrapped around me and this young guy, looking very fit and surprisingly confident, goading me with his suggestions of my weaknesses.

I was saved by my mobile.

David, my ex and business partner, came up as the caller. I grabbed it off the coffee table and sat down on the sofa still clutching my coat around me.

"Hi Louise, you busy, can you speak?"

He didn't normally call in an evening, he was very aware that I might be entertaining, in fact he had been encouraging me recently to 'play around' more, but always in a jokey way.

"No, I'm okay, what's up?"

I seized upon the interruption to divert Kirk in some way, in fact it seemed to make him bolder. As I was talking he was behind the sofa making me quite nervous. I'd put on the outdoor coat in a rush and my long hair was inside it. I suddenly felt his hands taking the whole bunch of it and pulling it upwards and out. I shifted on the sofa and half looked behind me, I could feel him leaning forwards.

Clutching my coat even more tightly in one hand i tried to continue the conversation with David.

"I meant to say that I'm going to that auction in Nottingham tomorrow, you know the one we discussed with the two terraced houses that look like a possibility for us. Do you want to come along or do you want to leave it to me?"

As he was speaking Kirk's hand reached over to grasp my hand and somehow I let go of my coat. Just for a second I tried to stand up but Kirk was now holding me back down and his other hand was finding its way through the opening.

I felt his fingers on my breasts through the thin cotton fabric of my pj top. He found my nipple very quickly and I must have made some sort of a sound.

"Are you okay Louise, is someone else there?"

"No... no, it's okay... yes... yes I'd like to come along, will you pick me up from here?"

Kirk's fingers were now enjoying both breasts and both nipples and I couldn't move without making a fight of it.

"Yes, it starts at ten but our lots are probably not coming up for another hour so I'll pick you up around nine fifteen, is that okay?"

"Yes, that's fine, I'll see you then."

I ended the phone call pretty abruptly with a quick 'take care.'

Immediately I grabbed Kirk's hands and tried to pull them away from my breasts. He was still leaning over me from behind and was pushing his face into the side of my neck to begin kissing the fleshy part of my shoulder.

"STOP... STOP NOW KIRK!... this has gone too far, you just can't come here and... and... do what you want."

He stood up, releasing me and walked around the sofa to stand in front of me.

His face seemed to show some rare remorse, and he started saying, "Sorry... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have... I'll leave."

Crazily I took that on face value and relaxed a bit, although the wrestling with my breasts had left me confused.

I stood up and we faced each other. I felt a temptation to hug him, not sexually, just to reassure him because of my rejection, and the impossibility of the whole situation. I resisted, but made the mistake of offering him something to drink. In my mind I wanted him to go, but in my body I was now 'alive.'

He followed me into the kitchen and I got a beer from the fridge, I gave it to him and we returned to the lounge.

"You'd better sit down Kirk, as long as you're not gonna jump me again!"

He smiled and sat on the sofa. I picked up my half finished glass of wine and took two big mouthfuls, taking what was left to the armchair opposite.

"So no girlfriend then?"

It was polite conversation, trying to break the mood and felt very awkward.

"No, I did have one," he replied, "but we broke up a couple of months back, she found someone else."

"Oh, I'm sorry," I sympathised, "it hurts sometimes doesn't it."

"Yes, but it didn't last long." There was a pause before he continued, "You were the first one since her."

My heart skipped a beat as the flashback from the basement split my mind for a second. I looked into my glass and swirled the remaining wine around.

"Hmmmm... not my proudest moment Kirk, I've already told you it shouldn't have happened."

"Why not," he replied, "I'm single, you're single..."

"Firstly I'm nearly double your age and secondly I'm really your boss, although you work for Nick!"

"Technically he is my boss, he's contracted to you, I could be a guy you met in a pub."

I couldn't help smiling, "Yes but I'm not in the habit of picking up young men in pubs!"

I got up and refilled my glass with the bottle beside the tv. I picked up the remote to turn it off and at the same time I was conscious of the silly coat I had on.

Kirk noticed my constant pulling it up onto my shoulders and suggested I take it off.

"Take it off I like seeing your hair loose, you always have it bunched up when I see you at work."

I looked at him with suspicion, "Stop trying smooth talk me, I will as long as you stay over there."

The wine was lowering my inhibitions, I was feeling more relaxed and decided I would slip the coat off, putting it over the back of a chair. I knew as soon as I padded back to the armchair that my nipples were spectacularly obvious against my cotton top.

I took another swig of my wine and curled my feet up under me, at the same time pulling my long hair around to the front across my chest.

I looked across at Kirk as he sipped his beer. He was lounging back on the sofa, legs spread wide, his tight jeans showing his muscular thighs and maybe it was the denim that made his crotch seem bunched up. He caught me staring and shifted his body on the leather of the sofa, making me quickly look away.

"You know I've been dreaming about you these past few nights Louise?"

"Nightmares?" I giggled, and I knew I was now definitely being influenced by the wine I'd drunk and I also knew my resolve was disappearing with each passing minute.

Kirk scowled and said, "No, you just keep appearing in my head."

Kirk's hormone fuelled logic about our 'status' was, much to my shame, having an effect. The more I looked across at him, and the more I listened to his boyish crush on me, the more I felt a need.

"It's just a fantasy," I suggested, "if I was married, out of reach, or I was your long lost auntie you wouldn't even consider me."

He was silent for a moment and then I watched as he lowered one hand to his crotch and began to squeeze his cock through the denim. He clearly had an erection and I was mesmerised for several seconds.

"That's not a good idea Kirk, if you're doing that we're getting into difficult territory again!"

He ignored me and with his other hand he unzipped his fly and in a moment had pulled out his cock.

It was magnificent.

"Kirk... please... don't do that, don't make me regret anything again."

He stood up clearly wanting to see which way my reaction would go. He knew, he just fucking knew!

In a couple of steps he was standing directly in front of my armchair. I reached up and took his cock in one hand and leaning forward I licked the underside of the head.

I heard him groan and he groaned even more loudly as I took him into my mouth and swirled my tongue around his cock. First one way and then the other.

I felt his hand on the back of my head, pulling me gently onto him. And then he was stripping his top completely off and unbuckling his belt. I tugged his jeans down to his ankles. I pulled away, helping his boxers down so that his cock no longer stuck out from the fly.

"Get out of those... I want you naked," I muttered.

He only took a few seconds to get out of his trainers and pull his jeans and boxers over his ankles.