Loved for Moments Longer

LOVED FOR MOMENTS LONGER

A sequel to 'New And Unforgettable Moments'

Clara was on her way to work, for an assignment that had been cancelled the day before. Now, she felt somewhat disorientated as she drove out of her friend's driveway, Victoria waving in farewell and Leo, her son, not by her side. In the few moments that they had managed to find, after breakfast and before Leo went to college, they had struggled to find the right words as a lingering kiss was shared, an embrace and caress offered. The day before had been a wonderful distraction from everything that prevailed in her private life and that she struggled to deal with.

"I've got some memories of wonderful moments with you," she had confessed and had meant every word about the cloying intimacy that she had discovered with him.

"Please let me know that you're okay?" Leo had asked of her in reply, and she had not been of a mind to refuse his request.

But how was she to do that, to text him, and then what was she to say to him if they spoke on their iPhones? The needy older woman, she who had seduced a young man while his mother was out of the house at work, had succumbed and wanted to hear his voice and to keep all that they had shared as bright as the moments it had all happened.

And what would be in it for Leo, except to take her to bed and for them to rediscover the carnal delights of their times together when they had tumbled onto the bed in his study bedroom? She had been surprised to see the range of colourful posters, all of them copies of masterpieces of famous artists. Most had the labels of renowned London art galleries. Given what they had done, 'The Birth of Venus' by Botticelli seemed to have taken a particular hold in Leo's mind as it was hung on the wall opposite his bed.

Coy and virtuous she had not been, but passionately lost in his arms. His insatiable demands, and his inexperienced enthusiasm, had seduced her and she had loved Leo's uncomplicated attention on her. What was there not to like and to claim, the moment she had pushed her hands under the waistband of his lounge pants and found him?

She had acted out of character, some would say. But had she, in so much as she felt lonely without a man's attention upon her? Leo's infatuation had been pursued until even he, inexperienced as he was, had left her feeling satisfied, both emotionally and physically.

"You brought to me more than enough, Leo, darling," she murmured as she filtered into the traffic and took the road to her only appointment of what could be a busy day. At the end of it, a quiet night in her apartment would await her.

Try as she might, the memories of her time with him could not be put from her mind. "Concentrate on the traffic...on the road. Don't think of him!"

Yet she found that impossible to do.

Leo had been so attentive and eager to please her, to learn of how it went as her hands had claimed him.

"You're spoiling me already," she had said, thinking that he might yet become longer and thicker than the six or so inches that he already had. She'd wanted to sit on it, straightaway, but that would have gone too far. His dismay at what was happening had been matched by her ravenous need to be taken, however inexperienced he was with a woman like her, of her age, and what she brought to his sight and touch. "I'm going to interrupt your studies, aren't I?"

"I'm learning something new." He had said it on kissing her as she was pushed onto his bed and he lay naked in her arms, his erection brushing her pussy's lips as he 'dry-humped' her and slid caresses over her slit with it. She had felt her pussy gush in readiness for his penetration.

The first time would be fast and furious, she remembered thinking. Leo had started kissing down over her body, his enthusiasm making him clumsy as he claimed her breasts, giving them a good licking and sucking on her nipples until she'd had to ease him away.

"Go lower," she had urged and she'd drawn his head down to between her legs until he began to lick her pussy's lips and dart his tongue into her, words of encouragement soon letting him know what she wanted during slow moments of making her ready to take him.

She pressed her fingers down between her legs, her skirt straining against her thighs, as she drove along the highway and her destination and work not many minutes away.

Leo had lingered before he brushed his lips and tongue over her slit, rubbed his nose along it, and would have felt the brush of coarse hair, just a narrow line that marked her sex. His warm and slow pants of breath had been on her, wafted her labia and he had pushed her legs further apart. She did not need to coax him to do anything, he sensed what was required of him.

"There's no rush, Leo...none at all!" she had called out. Her words came to her, now that she remembered his reply.

"I don't want to rush it but I have my studies to get back to...sometime."

To set the pace, she had tugged on his hair, just enough, so that his lips covered her pussy and his tongue could find her clit. He had just licked, back and forth, and tongue-fucked her and she sensed that the act was new to him, or not as practiced as he had led her to believe.

Despite all that, she had felt an orgasm building.

The wheels rumbled on the road; its smooth surface stripped away. She had failed to notice that the cones marked the area where work was in progress.

She quickly took her fingers away from between her legs. She had almost missed her turning as she remembered what Leo had done, finger-fucking her pussy and an orgasm had taken off in her.

"That was the moment it all began for me," she whispered. The memories of how the day had begun, and with him, would have to be put from her mind until later. "Now there's work to do."

That work might well get to include where she went with her life and how long Leo could play a part in it.

♥

"Victoria Taylor..."

"Hi, it's me, Clara..."

"Hi, you got to your work okay I assume?"

"Yes, thank you. I was just ringing, while I have a moment to myself, to say thank you for putting me up."

"It was great to have you to stay. Leo was glad that you let him study. He's begun his exams so he'll be wound up and uncommunicative for a few days. I think he's got them almost every day this week..."

"He'll be off on holiday afterwards I assume..."

"He hasn't said. His nineteenth birthday's in a day or two and he comes into a part of his trust fund that Leo's grandparents, my mum and dad, set up for him before they went...before I lost them both."

"Sorry..."

"Don't be. It happened before Julian left me to deal with a pubescent boy on my own. But I'm through the worst." Victoria paused. "I've told you all of this before, or haven't I?"

"Yes, some of it. Well, I have to scoot and get back to work. Give my regards to Leo.

"I will. He told me that you made him lunch yesterday. He was pleased to be able to get a lot of revision done and not be distracted."

"And I had my work to do on the laptop, even if a vital appointment was called off until today."

"Ever the hard worker! Thanks for the call, Clara! Keep in touch."

"I will...bye!"

She had the information she wanted without having to ask for it. Leo was fully committed to his exams and she would be a distraction if she called him. Perhaps, in this way, what had happened between them would drift away and become just another memory for each of them.

♥

His voice was deep and confiding. To hear his 'hello Clara' made her sit up at the desk she had set up her laptop and the papers she needed to read through.

"Hi..."

"I've called at a bad time, have I?"

"Yes but tell me and be quick, please." She refrained from using his name.

"I'm planning a trip to London. There's an exhibition at the Tate that I'd rather like to see. I was wondering if we could meet, go there together, perhaps and...?"

The last few words of 'go there together, and...' had already taken hold in her.

He went on. "I know it may look strange to other people for us to be seen together but...and don't take this the wrong way...we could be two members of a family out together. I can't just let go of what happened between us and want to be with you again. I want it to look right, however, for your sake."

How mature and considerate that suggestion sounded.

"Fine, send me the details, and thanks for contacting me. I'll respond as soon as I can...I promise."

♥

She saw his smile as Leo's face seemed to fill the viewfinder set into the solid door of the twin-bedded room that he had booked, in his name. The desk clerk was soon persuaded to give her an electronic key fob; she was divorced from his father, hence the difference in their names. They had thought it all out in a lengthy telephone call, each of them holding out their iPhones so that a picture, then live stream images could be taken.

Leo had even gone so far as to strip to the waist so that she could see again his toned physique and that had captivated her the first time, when Leo had stumbled in on her when she was in the bathroom.

"At last!' she exclaimed and reached to embrace him and to wantonly press her mouth, and then her body against him. Leo hesitated then embraced her as they kissed, their mouths open and their tongues swirling as short kisses were shared, or Clara pressed her lips to his throat and sighed softly as she kissed his skin. "You're here with me...we're together again".

"I'm sorry it's been so long but school and exams are over for me."

"It's been way too long!" It sounded needy, but she had found it torture not to have heard from him for over two weeks, text messages and a picture, or two, all that she had to sustain her belief that they would meet again. "The gallery you wanted to go to is open until nine-thirty so we have time to..."

"For this?" he said and smiled as Clara pushed his windcheater off his shoulders and kissed again, her hands and fingers brushing his face as kisses were exchanged, only this time their hands roamed before she put her arms around his neck. Leo reclaimed what she had so purposely covered with an orange sleeveless cotton vest, her nipples straining at the fabric. "I prefer it this way to only seeing pictures that you sent me...voyeurism's illegal, you know."

Carla's slacks and vest shaped the voluptuous figure he had scarcely managed to keep out of his mind as he dealt with his exams and the inquisition of his mother as she asked him why he was going to London. Now, with his prick straining to be set free, he could reclaim her and let loose what jerking off would have relieved. He'd chosen not to do that as he wanted Carla to have it all.

"I don't care about that! It's done with and now you're with me!" He was so young and handsome to her ways of seeing him and she pulled on his hands as she eased out of his embrace and questing touches upon her and led him into the room with two single beds as she had asked for. "Nothing we've done is illegal..."

"And my texts and us talking persuaded you that we should meet again, did they?"

"Yes...yes!" She needed no reminders of the flurry of texts that had flown between them when Leo had contacted her. "Now be with me and...and you know?" She couldn't say the 'f' word, but it was just how she felt seeing him again and meeting Leo's kisses and caresses. "Now take me to bed. Then we'll go out."

Through a flurry of kisses and fumbled caresses they tore at each other's clothes, Leo's mouth claiming the tumble of her breasts as she lifted her sleeveless vest away. She fumbled to slide her slacks down her trembling legs as he shoved off his black chinos and had no time to push down his briefs before she was on him.

"You've got me!" he groaned as she knelt before him and her hands fondled and stroked his trembling length. "Jeez, you're eager!"

He was in her mouth again and she took her time licking and sucking on that beautiful young cock. She squeezed on his balls as her mouth worked him, slicked wet sucks over its veined length and her tongue swirled over the domed tip. She wanted his young cock in her pussy so badly and wondered how long these moments of foreplay would have to be endured. She knew from the last time that he would want to taste her.

"Leo!" The sharp call was in response to him tugging on her hair.

"Don't go on or I'll blow!" He fell back on the bed and held out his arms to her as Carla mounted him, caressed his body with her breasts, and held them together so that he could wantonly stroke his penis between them.

"Then I'll do this."

She moved away and trailed kisses over his strong young body before she mounted him, even though she wanted his tongue and fingers in her pussy. She straddled his waist and she met his wondering look as her breasts jerked and swayed before him until his hands grasped them and squeezed. She groaned out of pleasure to feel his hands reclaim them.

"Slide over it," he demanded as Leo tugged his penis out from under her and she did as he asked, used that hard flesh to caress it as he fondled her tits, rose from the bed to kiss and suck on them before she pushed him back down. "They're so perfect so beautiful. I've wanted to see and touch them for ages, it seems. You're hotter and more desirable than ever, and now I can touch you and feel you on me. Tell me it's not a dream."

"It isn't a dream, Leo." She leaned forward to kiss him. "I just don't know where we go from here after this, but you've made me feel good and sexy again, so let's just enjoy the time we have."

"You want this...first!"

She heard his boyish laugh and squealed as they rolled over and his hands pushed roughly on her legs to part them. His mouth crashed onto her slit and his tongue began to dart and slick over her pussy's lips and into her. His strong young hands slid under her buttocks and he squeezed on them.

"Yes, do it there!" Leo had moved, his hands now sliding down over her trembling thighs. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders before leaning forward and resuming his oral assault on her pussy. Clara gasped and clutched at his shoulders. "You...you remembered how I like you doing that!"

"You're my teacher, Clara...not just my lover."

She felt that she would melt into the bed as he put his flickering tongue on her clit, Clara gasping and muttering 'yes...yes' every time that his tongue made contact.

"Oh, yes, do that Leo, lick my pussy and suck on my clit! I taught you how and I want it so badly. Don't stop until I tell you! Suck on it harder, darling. Please, suck on it harder."

"Or I do this...."

She felt a finger slip into her vagina before it began to probe and move in widening circles, the sensations lessening as she gushed and there wasn't the friction that she had felt when it had all begun. When they had shared such moments on his bed, she had climaxed almost immediately, the pleasure brought on by his ways and the illicitness of it arousing her senses to fever pitch. Now she controlled her body's reactions as best as she could.

"Put more fingers in me! I want more!"

"Then perhaps I should do this?"

Kissing his way up and over her stomach, he pushed up her breasts and kissed the warm and clammy skin beneath them, then trailed more kisses over their swell, sucked on her nipples even as she reached between them and grasped his penis. She brushed the tip over her slit and he needed no further encouragement.

"I feel as if I'm where I belong when I'm with you."

His penis glided into her and they kissed as lovers.

"How can we be doing this?" she cried out as their hips crashed against each other and they began to fuck in a frenzy of writhing bodies, arms, and legs. What felt so wrong, the seduction again of her friend's son, felt so right in a raw and carnal sense. A young man's penis was again inside her accepting body and they fucked without finesse, but out of raw passion.

"We're doing it because we want to and we know it can't go on!"

Clara nodded and kept moving, bucked her hips, and clamped her pussy's muscles on his plunging prick. He didn't care how much noise they made, or how the bed creaked as they pursued an assault on each other's control. Leo did not realize how wasting and punishing lovemaking could be with her, a woman much older and more experienced than he was.

"Go harder...go faster!" she demanded on panted breaths and wondering if they would ever stop and then go out as had been planned and intended. Her hands gripped his buttocks and pulled him in harshly, her legs clamping on his driving hips before she locked them behind his back. "Oh...oh you darling! I'm cumming...cumming because of you, Leo!"

His nuts boiled, and his prick ached from the fierce clamps that she exerted upon it, her cunt contracting and squeezing his penis and bringing him closer to fulfilment. His hopes to be with her again and like this had been made ragingly real. His penis leaped just as she arched her back and groaned loudly and deeply, her body shuddering in time with his penis erupting and expelling bolts of his semen deep into her moist heat.

He couldn't take any more of Clara's ways with him and pulled out of her. Leo soon lay by her side and did not prevent the caresses that she offered, out of renewed pleasure and gratitude. He felt empty. He had never cum so much, either in the tissues when he worked his length, or with her on the three occasions when she had let him in. He felt knackered.

"Don't, Clara...don't touch me anymore...not just yet."

His body ached, his prick felt as if she'd attempted to pull it off him and it was only now, in the aftermath of a reunion fuck-fest, that he felt it to be so.

"I'll let you keep some for later," she smiled, leaning over him and kissing his lips briefly. "Do you still want to go to the gallery?"

"I reckon so..." He had answered her rather dully and she now leaned against him, one hand brushing over his thigh until she found his clammy, but flaccid, flesh. "You meant what you said, earlier, about not knowing how we could go on with this?"

"Yes," she nodded and bowed her head. "You made me feel wanted...you wanted me again. I've been selfish and arranged for us to be here, like this, as I will have work to do in the city tomorrow so being here is convenient."

"You had it all planned, you mean?" Leo sighed as he said it. "I guess we'd better get going. I'll leave after we've been to the gallery. Mother will wonder some more if I'm late or don't come home until tomorrow."

Clara stumbled after him and embraced his warm body, pressed up against his back, and crushed her aching breasts to his skin. "It mattered to me, being with you again, even if it was like this."

She hoped that he would believe her and understand the decision they had reached, but each of them for different reasons.

♥

The trip to the gallery with him had reawakened an interest in her.

She rejoined an art group where she had once met David Troughton, a retired man who scarcely concealed his interest and coached her in what she had time to 'daub' in the few hours of an evening club. Leo, her 'darling' boy as she continued to think of him had been a passionate waymark to a more recognizable future, her times with him not to be ashamed of. Their secret, she knew, would be kept.

As for Leo, she thought that success would surely be his, a Cambridge degree a reward for all the dedicated studies that he had pursued. He had found the time for them to be lovers for a few moments longer, and that could not be so easily forgotten.

♥