This all came about because I had agreed to help Teresa with the installation of her computer. Actually, it was no big deal really, it was simply copying a few files from one hard drive to hers to save her the time she would have spent downloading the stuff off the internet. I took the time to check out her system, install a virus check and literally, within 10 minutes or so, I was done.
Part of the reason that I was there also was to provide her with some companionship as she had recently kicked her husband out of the house, after four years of marriage. So despite the fact that she lives about half an hour out of town, it was difficult for me to say no.
I was sitting on the couch after rebooting the system and ensuring that everything was installed correctly when she returned to see how things were coming along.
"Actually, I'm finished," I said to her, noticing her bare legs as she sat down. Teresa was wearing a short skirt- not a micro-mini but above the knee and I thought to myself from the right angle, I could easily see up her skirt to her panties. She was also wearing a loose fitting blouse that revealed a bit of cleavage. I could have interpreted her choice of clothing in a certain way but it was summer, after all. Still, the thought was still in my mind and I could feel my cock hardening as she crossed her legs. Despite all that she had been through recently, I had to admit that she looked pretty good.
Almost everything was present in the destruction of her marriage: drugs, gambling and suspected infidelity. She had recently been telling me some of the details about their last conversations together, where she had wanted him to at least admit that he had a problem but he always had a way of turning things around and changing the subject.
"...so then, he starts accusing me of seeing another man," she had related to me recently. "He says, 'Why have you been wearing thongs all of a sudden?'- oh, not that you would know about this, but I wear thongs," she informs me. For a minute, I'm thinking, 'What's her footwear got to do with anything?' but then I clue in. Whatever, I know that if my wife started wearing sexy underwear, it wouldn't bother me. I should add that I'm not married.
"I guess if he's accusing you without any reason then it's probably because he's hiding something," I said to her.
At any rate, he still hasn't admitted to anything and it's been three weeks now since she's told him to leave. And so now, it's Saturday afternoon, and we're sitting on her couch and she starts telling me more details, about how she first began to suspect his drug habit as well as some more intimate details about her sex life, specifically about how she used sex to control his anger.
"I had to spread my legs for him in order to get him to calm down otherwise he'd be downstairs banging on the walls and making noise..." she explained, leaning back into the cushion of the couch. Well, that did it for me; I wasn't able to concentrate on what she said after that as I began to form a mental image of her naked on her back with a hard cock ramming into her.
"Can I get you anything?" I barely hear her say though by the inflection in her voice I recognise that it's a question directed at me.
"Hmm... oh, um, a club soda?" I answer somewhat awkwardly.
"I don't know if I have any... let me check," she replied, getting up and then heading to the kitchen. All I could do was stare at her swaying ass and the back of her thighs, which did nothing to ease my present arousal.
Two minutes later, she then called me to the kitchen and I was a bit nervous about going in as I still had a hard-on in my jeans but went in just the same.
She was standing in the corner, leaning against the counter, with an empty glass in her right hand.
"Well, if you don't have any club soda, you know, water will be fine," I said to her.
"No, it's not that," she said slowly, and I could detect a note of hesitation in her voice as she placed the empty glass on the counter. "I wanted to find a way to thank you for coming out here to help me with the computer," she explained as she reached down to loosen her skirt and let it drop to her feet. "Do you like my thong?" she asked me.
My cock sprung to a full hard-on as I stared at her bare legs and the small, black thong that barely covered her pussy and left her nice, round buttocks fully exposed. I didn't even hesitate as I walked over to her in the corner and got down onto my knees and began to smooth the palms of my hands up and down her legs, across her thighs, gently caressing her bare, smooth skin.
Teresa began to moan immediately at the touch of my hands on her thighs. Her pussy was at eye level, mere inches away from my face. She was breathing very deeply as I ran my hands slowly up and down the skin of her thighs, gradually working my fingers to the back of her legs and then up to her bare ass. I then leaned my head forward and opened my lips. Teresa let out a sharp gasp as I stuck out my tongue and licked a soft stroke against the fabric of her thin panties.
"Oohhh yes..." she moaned, "but, this was supposed to be something that I was going to give to you... I wanted to give you a blowjob... ohhh..." she continued to moan as she tried to get the words out, her mind distracted by the soft touch of my tongue, alternately licking across the fabric of her panties, and also down along the inside of her thighs.
"Do you want to see my cock?" I asked her, smiling. "It's rock hard right now..."
"Oh God, yes..." she panted; I could see her breasts rising and falling and I was anxious for her to get entirely naked.
