John and Mrs. James

I looked over at John, sure I misheard him. "What?!" I said a little too loudly.

"Thanks for the ride the last few days. I would love to repay you if you'll take me home with you." John smiled at me in a way that I recognized as more than a simple offer.

"Take you home? To do what?" Despite the certainty that my instincts were correct, I wanted him to say it out loud and directly.

John spoke as if he were thirty rather than eighteen. "To see what's under your clothes, of course. I've wanted to see you without them for two years."

Looking back toward the road as I drove, I hesitated. "John! You're only eighteen. And I'm married."

"That wasn't exactly a no, Mrs. James." I saw that John was looking at me intently as I drove.

I gripped the steering wheel harder. John was a very good-looking young man, well-built and funny. It didn't make me less married, though.

When John's left hand moved behind my neck and rubbed under my hair, it caught me off guard. But at the same time, his fingers touching me intimately sent a shiver down my spine. His fingers caressed and played with the skin seldom touched by another person.

I didn't protest. I should have. Someone as confident as John would take my lack of a rebuke as an invitation to continue.

"I'm married," I repeated.

"I know," John said. "He's a lucky man even if he doesn't appreciate how beautiful you are."

"Do you think I'm beautiful?"

"Of course you are. All of my friends think so, too. How they failed to hit on you is a surprise. And seeing Mr. James sleeping around with Stella Jackson reminds us you're not being appreciated at home."

My head swam in shock. "Steve is sleeping with Stella? How do you know that?"

"Everyone has seen them together. They go to Hollis to eat. And his car is in her garage a lot." John paused. "I'm sorry. I thought you knew."

"No, of course, I didn't know. I've been faithful. I assumed Steve was working too much. I had no idea."

"Mrs. James. I learned that if you're not getting it, someone is, or there is a lot of porn. People don't like confrontations and do things they shouldn't to feel alive." John spoke with confidence.

The way John spoke matter-of-factly about my husband's cheating convinced me he was telling the truth. What he said about human nature rang a bell in my head, too.

"Stella is a beautiful woman. A bit wild."

"Yes, she is. And men don't cheat for better. They cheat for easier." John again sounded utterly confident that he was speaking the truth. "But you're right there at home, lonely and much more attractive than Stella. You can sleep with anyone, but being with someone who knows you well beats a fling."

"How'd you get so smart, John?"

"I had a good teacher. Pay attention to what you have, and it won't get lost." John's fingers continued to rub the back of my neck.

I turned my head briefly to smile at John. "Thanks for letting me know. I suspected but never would have believed that other people knew without telling me."

"Would you have believed them? You're not wired to do that sort of thing, so you wouldn't want to accept the truth." John nodded, moved his right hand to my right knee, and patted it.

I looked down at John's hand on my knee. "Is that why you wanted me to take you home? To have sex with me?"

John's hand squeezed my leg lightly. "Of course, I want to sleep with you. You're beautiful. You need to be appreciated. I'm a man. We both have needs that we can take care of."

I drove, thinking about John's straightforward honesty. I sighed. Fuck Steve, I thought.

"Okay, John. You're right. If Steve isn't going to love me like I deserve..."

John ran his right hand along the inside of my right thigh, almost under the hem of my skirt that reached mid-thigh. I flinched but thankfully didn't jerk the steering wheel.

A part of me demanded that I make him stop. Another part of me wanted to see how far he would go to erase Steve's cheating from my head.

John's fingers continued to caress up and down my thigh. I could claim it was involuntary, but my legs opened wider as his fingers made contact.

Not wanting to waste an opportunity, John's fingers moved under the hem of my skirt higher and higher as his hand went back and forth across my leg. There was no mistaking the tingle between my legs.

To my surprise, despite my legs opening for him, John took his time with his fingers. His left hand continued to rub behind my neck softly.

I know that I was wet. The pulse of my heartbeat between my legs pounded in my head.

"Do you want me to stop, Mrs. James?"

I shook my head.

John's fingers moved higher and rubbed on the inside crease of my thigh. Then, his middle finger ran vertically directly between my legs. I let out a little gasp.

John continued to alternate his fingers along my thighs and up and down the outside of my panties.

"You're wet, Mrs. James." John's voice deepened.

I held my breath as his fingers moved again. When his fingers went under my panties on the right side, I wanted his finger on me. John didn't disappoint. Despite his age, he knew female anatomy well. The tip of his finger ran lightly across my clit.

I flinched from the sensation. Turning on my right blinker, I slowed and turned into a parking lot.

John mistakingly assumed I was going to stop him. He pulled his fingers from my underwear and sat back in the passenger seat.

Finding a space facing the road, I parked the vehicle but did not shut off the engine.

Instead of reprimanding John, I removed my glasses and put them in the door holder. Lifting my hips, I ran my hands under my skirt and pulled down my underwear. The look on John's face when my underwear reached my knees was priceless. I pushed them past my knees, wiggled them down to my feet, and stepped out. Hooking them with my left foot, I reached for my panties and tossed them onto John's lap.

Brazenly, I looked at John. Scooting my legs forward in the seat, I pulled my blue skirt up. John's eyes locked on my clean-shaven pussy. His eyes widened.

"Put your fingers on me, John. If you could make me cum, I will return the appreciation."

John visibly gulped as he leaned toward me and ran his fingers up my thighs. "You keep it modern," he said as his fingers nervously ran along my legs.

"Have you seen a lot of women my age naked?" It felt like I had taken some of John's confidence.

"Two in real life, yes." His eyes traveled across my legs.

"Oh? Did they let you touch them, too?"

An odd look passed across John's face as he nodded.

"Anyone I know?" I was as much curious as turned on. Not being his first MILF must have been where he got his confidence.

"I would rather not say. Both of them were beautiful like you."

I was momentarily lost in my thoughts, thinking about two women like me having their way with a young man like John.

"Did you make them cum?" As John's fingers began rubbing my clit, I realized that the conversation was turning me on more.

"Oh yes, you have no idea, Mrs. James."

"Call me Ruth, okay? The way you answered was odd if you don't mind me saying."

John looked up at me and made eye contact as his fingers flicked across my clit. My hips jerked once looking into his eyes.

"The first older woman I made love with told me she was going to ruin me for young women my age." John smiled, no doubt thinking of the mystery woman.

"Did she?" I asked. "Ruin you, I mean?"

John laughed. "For sure. She taught me more than I imagined could be possible. She would do anything sexually. And I mean anything."

"Like letting you finger her in a public parking lot during the day?" I smiled at my clever question.

"She was wild. Would do it anywhere."

Watching John's face as he told me these stories while his fingers increasingly rubbed against me had me gyrating my hips against his hand.

"Hold the steering wheel with your arms spread. You will finish better if you lean back and relax your shoulders."

I did as John instructed. And then I realized he obviously knew much more than I thought he might have.

John inserted his middle finger inside me and pushed it as his thumb directly flicked my clit.

"Cum for me, Mrs. James," John whispered.

I groaned and said, "Call me Ruth."

John shook his head. "When I've made you cum, I'll call you Ruth."

John's mysterious confidence intensified the tingle between my legs.

I gripped the steering wheel harder as he changed the rhythm of his fingers. My hips moved faster and almost involuntarily.

Instead of flicking across my clit his thumb began to rub in an unexpected pattern with alternating pressure.

"Oh!" I grunted.

Watching my face, John nodded as if he received a signal.

Moving his thumb faster and faster, he pressed his finger in and out of me faster.

My heart raced as I felt my orgasm building. My husband Steve hadn't touched me in ages, and my own fingers hadn't pleasured me in two weeks.

When the first spasm started, I clinched my hips hard against the seat and pushed my legs as wide open as I could get them. "Fuuuuuuck!" I shouted. My hands gripped the steering wheel twice as hard as the waves ripped through me.

John giggled as each spasm caused my hips to jerk hard to meet his fingers. "Cum, Ruth," John whispered.

It was as if he had created a hypnotic suggestion by saying my first name during the orgasm. I half-shouted as the spasms continued. John lessened the speed of his fingers but continued to use the unusual rubbing pattern across my clit.

Finally, the spasms were reduced to mild electric tingles. John used his middle finger to lightly rub on my clit.

I bit my lip and turned my head to face John. He moved his hand away from the inside of my legs and held the right side of my head as he pulled my face slightly forward. To my surprise, he softly kissed me as his fingers delicately held my face to his.

When his face moved away, he smiled at me. He certainly did not act eighteen. Whoever introduced him to adult sex gave him a thorough education. For a brief second, I felt guilty about my husband Steve.

"John, would you like me to return the favor?" My eyes moved down toward his legs and then back to his eyes.

"I would love it. But not here. Will you take me to your house?"

My pussy tingled at the thought of being alone with him. I nodded.

"We only have a couple of hours."

"Drive," John said.

"Let me put my panties back on," I said.

John reached for them. "I'll hold on to them. There's no point putting them on when I'm going to rip them off of you again in a few minutes."

"Fuck," I said. The way John talked caused another tingle between my legs.

As I backed out of the parking space and drove forward, John's right hand once again went between my legs. I didn't move to stop him.

A couple of blocks away from my house, John moved his right hand up and expertly unbuttoned the bottom two buttons of my shirt. His hand went under and moved up to lightly squeeze my right breast. His thumb traveled across my nipple and then flicked back and forth several times. I was surprised at how erotic it felt, given that my bra was in the way.

My nipple hardened. "I love having my nipples pulled and pinched," I said.

I hit the remote button as I neared my driveway. The garage door opened as I slowly drove inside. It was a bit surreal having John's hand on me, but I didn't want him to stop.

I put the car in park and turned off the engine.

"Have you changed your mind?" John asked.

"No. Another man hasn't touched me since I've been married. I know I'm rationalizing. But I've come this far, no pun intended. If Steve won't love me, you can give me comfort." Steve probably wouldn't be home for hours, and my son usually didn't show up until eight on Mondays and Tuesdays.

John smiled as he opened the passenger door and exited the car.

We went through the supply room door into the kitchen. I turned to look at John. He wasn't interested in looking around. His eyes were focused on me, and he had a hungry look in them. It sent a shiver through my body because I had not been looked at in that way in a long time.

"Do you want something to drink, John?"

He smiled. "Maybe after. We'll probably need it."

I reminded myself again how young he was. I'd be lying if I said his age didn't give me an additional thrill.

I placed my small purse on a table in the living room.

"Follow me," I told John.

I walked down the long connecting hallway and turned to the left. There were two guest bedrooms in the house. The one I chose was smaller.

"Do you have any lotion?" As John spoke, he grabbed one corner of the bed cover and pulled hard. The cover came off the bed in one pull.

"Yes, I do. I will get some from the bathroom." I left John momentarily as I went into the extra bathroom and pulled a bottle of lotion from under the sink.

When I returned to the room, my mouth fell open. John stood at the foot of the bed, wearing only tight blue underwear. They were tight against his body. Maybe too tight. John's cock stood mostly erect, pushing to the right and all the way to his hip.

I swallowed the urge to gasp. "Are you as big as I think you are?" I had not touched a dick that long in my life.

John smiled.

"Show it to me, would you?" The urge to see it overwhelmed me.

John's hand moved to his underwear and pulled them down and away from his body. His dick popped up. Circling it with his left hand, John pumped it as he looked at me. I didn't know how many inches it was, and I didn't care. It was obvious his dick was much more massive than anything I'd ever touched.

After a few seconds, John's cock stood out from his body completely hard. He continued to pump it while I watched. "It will be so much fun to put this inside of you, Ruth."

When I approached him, John said, "I need to watch you remove all your clothes."

I didn't hesitate. I was already on fire, but after having seen his hard cock, I was wet.

I unbuttoned my shirt and exposed my chest and his shoulders. While he watched, I unfastened my bra and let my tits pop out. My nipples were already hard from thinking about John shoving that thing inside of me.

The skirt came off easily.

"Ruth, you are a beautiful woman. It will be easy to make love to you."

I shuddered and shivered. Little electric shocks felt like they were going directly between my legs.

"Lay down on the bed on your stomach with your head facing the end of the bed for me," John said.

I could almost feel the head of his enormous dick entering me from behind as I lay on the bed.

When I had positioned myself, I stretched my arms out.

John went to the table where I had placed the bottle of lotion and squirted some of it on his hands. He moved toward the bed and began using his hands to work the lotion into my shoulders and back.

"God. This is the most turned-on I've ever been during a massage."

John continued to work the lotion into my shoulders and then across each arm, carefully rubbing my fingers, wrists, and forearms. Putting more lotion on his hands, he walked back to the side of the bed and began working on my right leg. He spent a couple of minutes kneading and caressing my leg before moving to the other side of the bed to give my other leg the same treatment.

His hands then moved to my ass. I wanted him to run his fingers between my legs and inside me. Though the massage felt delicious, somehow, not touching me directly sexually aroused me more than I expected.

"Turn over for me, Ruth," he instructed.

I turned and again stretched my arms out across the bed. I felt vulnerable and admired at the same time. John's eyes met mine as he put more lotion on his hands and began to rub my stomach fluidly. He definitely had practiced the art of massage. When the lotion started to dry, he moved his hands to my breasts.

Taking his time, he worked his fingers under and around each, massaging them thoroughly. His large dick bobbed inches away from my head as he moved.

"I want you in me so bad," I softly said.

"Give it time," he answered.

My legs jerked when each of his hands found my nipples. He lightly pinched and pulled at both levels without asking how I liked it. As his fingers moved, he pulled a little more each time.

I groaned. John continued pinching my nipples. I felt a tingle between my legs, one that made me wonder if I could orgasm that way.

John's hands alternated between rubbing and circling my breasts before going back to my nipples. Each cycle was a little shorter, and each time he pulled my nipples, he pressured them a little more.

I realized I was panting. John's eyes sought mine.

"You can cum, Ruth."

The sound of his voice telling me he recognized my body's response somehow convinced my body that I could.

John's eyes held mine as he pulled harder and harder.

My hips jerked. Unexpectedly, I felt the orgasm start. It wasn't like the ones I'm accustomed to. This one was small, intense spasms of pleasure as John's fingers pulled and caressed me.

When it was over, I sighed. John smiled.

His hands left me as he moved to stand on my left side. John's right hand returned to my nipples, and his left hand slowly moved down my stomach. My legs popped open as wide as possible, hoping his fingers would find me.

A second later, John's middle finger ran across my clit. I grunted hard.

"I'm going to move my fingers slowly. Take your time."

"Are you sure you're eighteen?" I felt foolish asking again. His touch was more experienced than most men.

John worked his finger slowly and deliberately across and around my clit. He alternated the pressure and speed. I tilted my hips up.

When John's finger slowed down on my clit, his right hand pulled and twisted at my nipples faster as he alternated between them.

Even though I wanted to savor the feeling, as John's finger moved quickly again across my clit, I held my hips up and grunted.

As my orgasm started, John smiled and furiously changed the pace of his middle finger across my clit.

"Ahhh! Fuck!" I couldn't help it. The scream escaped me without realizing I would shout, much less talk.

John held my orgasm for several seconds, intently watching my body twitch and spasm. Even when my hips collapsed to the bed, John continued to rub on my clit. When he was satisfied I had enough spasms, he moved two fingers inside me.

I almost screamed again. It was a poor substitute for his long dick, but it felt amazing to have something inside of me.

John moved to the head of the bed. I felt vulnerable but safe. At that point, John could get by doing anything he wanted to me.

John leaned in and held his large dick with his right hand. I realized that he was guiding it to my mouth. As big as it was, I wanted to taste it and to feel the veins pulse inside my lips.

I turned my head to meet the head of his dick as he slowly pushed it to meet my lips. I darted my tongue forward and licked the underside. John flinched. My right hand flew up to grab the side of his right leg and pull him forward.

John grunted in pleasure as the head entered my mouth. I pulled his leg harder. John responded by pushing more and more of his dick into my mouth. I did my best to accommodate him. Stopping at one-third of his dick shoved in my mouth, John lightly thrust. My hand trailed across his leg and under his balls. They were heavier than I expected.

John rocked his body slowly as I sucked him. Little groans escaped him as he fucked my mouth. Watching his leg muscles twitch and work exhilarated me. If someone had told me this morning I'd have such a well-built young man fucking my mouth later that day, I would have laughed.

As my fingers caressed his heavy balls, I felt them tighten. John pulled out of my mouth. I looked at it as it pulsed, covered with my spit.