Bill's reception would have been boring if Adam weren't there. Pixie wasn't very interested in her financial advisor's new partner. She
was
interested in Bill's nephew, and from the way Adam's head turned to follow her Pixie guessed the interest was mutual.
Pixie waited until Clara—Bill's wife—stopped to talk to Adam, and she broke in as if he weren't there. "Is having a new partner going to change your life?" she asked.
"I hope Bill won't have to work so many late nights," Clara said. She touched Adam's shoulder and said, "This is our nephew, Adam. He was at our New Years Eve party, but I don't think you met."
"We didn't get to talk." Pixie said. She extended her hand and added, "I'm Pixie Tyler." Adam's hand was big and rough, and it swallowed Pixie's. His blue eyes sparked when he smiled down at her, and Pixie had a sudden urge to get into his shirt. She wanted to touch his chest and squeeze his biceps.
Adam's eyes traveled from the honey-colored hair that curved in above Pixie's shoulders, down the line of her throat, and to the open neck of her blouse. "I remember you," he said, and Pixie was pleased.
They talked politely until Clara hurried off. Pixie gestured to the hors d'oeuvre tray behind Adam and said, "It looks like you're trying to make a meal out of those roll-ups."
Adam was embarrassed. "That's what's for dinner tonight," he said.
Pixie laughed. "Clara told me that you're taking a break from school, living in their guest house, and looking for adventure," she said. "How's that going?"
"Not too good," Adam said. "Things are a lot more expensive than I thought they'd be. I haven't been able to go anywhere."
Pixie slipped her hand into the crook of Adam's elbow and squeezed herself close. "I tell you what," she said. "I'll take you for a real dinner, and we can talk."
Adam could have said no, but the invitation to dinner outweighed his questions about what Mrs. Tyler might want. And there was something about her—something that made him think of sex.
They found a dark booth in the back of a noisy restaurant. An hour later Pixie pushed the remains of her salad to the side and read the bill while Adam finished the last of his steak. She straightened her back and waited for Adam's eyes to undress her again then she touched his hand and asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?"
Adam squirmed on the upholstery and said, "Not right now." He looked down at his empty plate while Pixie handed her credit card to the server. When he looked up again he asked, "Mrs. Tyler, why did you do this? Why are we here?"
Pixie leaned her elbows on the table, "It's Pixie," she said. "I wanted to know more about you. What I learned is that you're a horny and slightly confused young man who can't keep his eyes out of my blouse or off my butt." She could see Adam blush, even in the dim restaurant light.
"Be shy if you want, but I like the way you look at me." Pixie said, "You're what, nineteen? You're what I need." She signed the tab, put her card away and kneaded Adam's thigh. "Let's get out of here," she said, "And you can have some of what you've been gawking at."
A cold March wind whipped through the parking lot, but that wasn't the only thing that made them hurry to Pixie's car. They closed the doors and met in the middle. Adam leaned over her, and when Pixie offered her lips he took her mouth. He pushed his hand into her coat and then into her blouse. Her tongue was warm and wet, her breasts were soft handfuls, and her hot breath brushed his cheeks.
Pixie pushed Adam away to calm herself. He fell back into his seat while she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
She looked out at the parking lot's frozen piles of snow. "I'm getting out of here early in the morning, so we can't finish this now," she said. "I have a condo at Panama City Beach." She reached into Adam's crotch to the hard bulge she knew she'd find there. "All you have to do is get yourself there. You can stay with me, and probably you'll get laid. There's your adventure."
*****
Pixie walked the beach almost alone. She had the gulls to keep her company. The families had packed their coolers and hauled their kids home long before. The couples stayed a little longer, but they disappeared before dinner time. The sun was about to sink behind the puffy clouds that gathered above the horizon, but for now its light was still warm and golden.
She splashed through the waves as they washed around her feet, and then pulled her husband's old dress shirt close around her. He'd been gone for four years now, but she still hadn't found anything better to wear over her bikini.
And why was she wearing a bikini? For Adam, of course. It was no surprise when her phone rang. She shielded the screen from the light to check the number. It was just a habit. She knew it would be Adam.
"My phone thinks I'll be there in fifteen minutes," Adam said. His adventure began two days earlier. He borrowed a car from his mother and money from his uncle. He drove all day and slept in the car at night.
Pixie turned back to her building and smiled as she talked. "You haven't eaten yet, have you?" Pixie asked. "I have crab legs, garlic bread and a salad for both of us."
Crab legs and garlic bread sounded good to Adam.
Pixie slipped into her high heels and checked her lines in the mirror while Adam pulled into the parking lot. He got his bag from the back seat, found the elevator, and watched its slow descent to ground level.
The elevator was empty when it arrived. He stepped in, punched the button for the top floor, and it started its ascent. For two days his cock had hardened every time he thought about Pixie. Was he too anxious to get hard now? No, he wasn't.
Adam stood in front of Pixie's door, rubbed his stubbly chin, and sniffed himself. He wasn't going to put his best foot forward. He rang the doorbell and only waited a moment before she opened the door and pulled him inside.
Pixie closed the door behind Adam, gave him a kiss on the cheek, then backed up so he could look at her. Adam dropped his bag and a grin spread on his face. "Oh man," Adam said. "You look really good."
Of course she did. "Thank you!" Pixie said. "That's so sweet of you." So what if Pixie just turned thirty-nine? Her petite five-foot frame was sleek and firm, and her well-engineered breasts were just the right size.
Pixie toured Adam around her condo—to the balcony off the living room that overlooked the gulf, the bedrooms, the dining room, and the kitchen—then she sat him at the breakfast bar while she made dinner. Adam licked his lips while he watched, and not with the salad in mind.
They were done with dinner and putting dishes away when Pixie pushed her body against Adam. His eyes dilated, and his nostrils flared. "There are two things I need you to do for me," she said, and touched his jaw. "Shower, and shave."
Adam got his bag from where he dropped it by the door and Pixie led him to her shower. She pushed his teeshirt up until he pulled it over his head, and she did what she wanted to do the first time they talked. She touched his muscular chest and squeezed his biceps. Adam was hard when Pixie left him in the shower. "Come find me when your done," she said.
Pixie finished in the kitchen while Adam cleaned up. He found her on the balcony where she watched the beach. The nearly-full moon reflected off the gulf and lit the little waves that broke over the offshore sandbar and on the beach. A few people with flashlights wandered alone or in small groups.
Adam wore just his boxer shorts when he stepped close behind Pixie. She turned around, leaned back against the balcony wall, and his eyes traced down her body. "It's getting cool out here," she said.
"Is it?" Adam asked. "It feels hot to me, or is that just you?"
Pixie laughed at Adam's recycled come-on. She tipped her mouth up under his chin, touched his jaw and said, "Much better."
Adam hesitated, then touched the bare skin at the flare of Pixie's hips. "Why do you do this?" he asked.
"This?" Pixie asked. "You mean, why do I have sex with young men?" She didn't wait for Adam's answer. She slipped her hand down into his boxer shorts and said, "I spent nine years married to Charlie. He was thirty years older than me, and we weren't married very long before he had his first heart attack. When we had sex it was planned and predictable. It was ultimately boring.
"Then Charlie died, and I wanted excitement—lots of excitement. Energetic, unpredictable young men like you give me that, but only as long as you stay energetic and unpredictable." She stroked her fingers along Adam's hardening cock and added, "You guys never last long.
"I know experience has its advantages, but I like to be surprised—and I like what you're doing right now."
Adam caught his breath when Pixie crouched in front of him and tugged his boxers down. His hard-on was thick and strong. Her hands didn't even touch each other when she wrapped them both around his shaft. She kissed the soft, smooth head above her fist, and closed her lips around him.
Pixie let Adam's cock slip over her tongue and Adam breathed her name. To him it felt like a wet dream come true. She slipped one hand along his shaft and her tongue explored him. A thrill shot through Adam's body when she took him to the back of her mouth.
