Bobby found a note from his mother tacked to his bedroom door when he got up Saturday morning. "Mrs. Everett called and said she needs help with something," the note said. "She asked if you could stop over this morning."
Bobby grew more than a little excited as he perused the note. It had been a quite a while since he'd had the opportunity to spend time with Nicole Everett, the first of his adult lovers and, in a lot of ways his favorite.
He took a shower, a cool one. After that, he threw on a sweatshirt, jeans, and no underwear. No point in putting on any more clothing than he had to since he knew he'd be taking it off, anyhow.
Bobby walked across the street and up the sidewalk to the Everett house and knocked on the door. When it opened, Bobby's eyes widened. The woman who answered the door wasn't Nicole Everett. Instead, a woman named Rita Meckler stood there, smiling at him. She stepped back so he could enter the house. "What is Mrs. Meckler doing here?" the young man wondered. "Where is Nicole?
"How are you, Bobby?" Mrs. Meckler asked.
"Ah...I...I'm, ah, fine," Bobby replied.
Bobby looked at Mrs. Meckler. Like Mrs. Everett, she was his mother's age, but it looked as if she'd taken very good care of herself. She wore a mid-calf length cream-colored skirt with buttons up the front. Most of the buttons were open and a finely-formed leg encased in dusky pantyhose showed where the skirt gapped. Over the skirt, she wore a lace camisole that looked transparent, but wasn't, which clung to her sumptuous upper body. A cream-colored jacket that had three-quarter length sleeves and only one button completed the woman's outfit. Mrs. Meckler's long, straight black hair hung over her right shoulder, falling onto her ample breasts. Bobby found her quite alluring.
But he was still confused, Why was Mrs. Meckler in the Everett house?
"I hope you don't mind, Bobby," Mrs. Meckler said, stepping toward him. "Nicole and I got a little tipsy together one night and she confided in me about..." she shrugged, "...what you and she have been doing." She moved closer, then she was pressing against him. Her arms snaked around him, trapping him in a passionate embrace. "She went to visit her parents, her mother's very sick you know. And she always leaves a key to their house with me when she goes away," Mrs. Meckler continued, working her hips against the rapidly growing bulge in Bobby's groin. "So I can check on the house from time to time. I've been feeling a little at loose ends lately and, since Nicole isn't around, I figured..."
Bobby knew exactly what Mrs. Meckler wanted and he decided there was no harm in giving it to her. He pulled her face to his and their lips joined. His tongue slithered out and caressed her lips. Her lips parted and her tongue sought contact with his, then their tongues lashed urgently. He cupped her ass forcing her tighter against the growing hardness in his groin. If she was offering, he was taking her up on her offer.
Gasping, they leaned back in each other's arms. Rita's lips were red and wet and her eyes were ablaze. Bobby pushed her jacket down. She let her arms drop and it fell to the carpeted floor of the foyer. Once the jacket was off, the young man opened the few remaining fastened buttons of the beautiful woman's skirt, exposing her middle, which was covered by one of the tiniest undergarments he'd ever seen, a lacy strip over her hips holding an ultra-sheer, lacy Vee of material over her lush, black bush.
Next, Bobby peeled Mrs. Meckler's lacy top off. Her bra was equally sheer and lacy, straining to confine the luscious breasts it held.
While the young man was removing her clothes, Rita wasn't standing still. While he man her, she undressed him. And as they struggled to remove each other's clothing, they moved toward the bedrooms, leaving a trail of clothes behind them as they went.
When they arrived in a bedroom, Bobby unhooked Mrs. Meckler's bra and her magnificent breasts burst free, hardly sagging at all. Her nipples were already hard. He peeled down her panties and she laid down on the bed. He joined her and their sweltering bodies pressed together. The contact of her hot flesh on his sent a rush of delightful sensations through him.
The young man, who was powerfully aroused, wasted no time. His rigid shaft was trapped between his belly and Mrs. Meckler's and, as she moved against him, exquisite thrills coursed through him. He rolled atop her and she reached between them, gripped his tumescence in her soft, warm hand and positioned it at the entrance to her body. Bobby's hips surged, thrusting his cock into her, evoking a fervent groan from the equally aroused woman.
"Ohhhhhh! I needed this so desperately, Bobby! How did you know?" Rita groaned, her eyes wide and filled with desire.
Bobby responded with a powerful movement of his hips, experiencing the tight clutch of her snug channel around his penetrating member. It was magnificent! He was so turned on he couldn't hold back long, but from the way Mrs. Meckler's body was quivering, he suspected she was as close to coming as he was.
Rita's legs hooked behind the young man and she forced her body against him. Her arms snaked around his neck and she pulled his face down to hers. Their lips joined and their tongues dueled. Wracking spasms, almost convulsions, roared through the woman.
Bobby quaked as a stupendous tremor of ecstasy accompanied a powerful rush of fluids from deep inside him into his partner's quaking body.
When she came, Rita groaned into his mouth, laboring against him, shaking mightily.
Sated, Bobby stayed atop Mrs. Meckler, looking down into her smiling face. He kissed her softly. His cock, still deep in her, remained as hard as it had been when they began.
"Damn!" Rita exclaimed. Her chest was heaving, her face was flushed, and she could still feel his erection in her. "After what Nicole told me, I knew it would be good with you, Bobby! And it was! You're even better than I thought you'd be!"
"What next?" Bobby asked. He hadn't calmed down, not one bit!
"Fuck me again, stud! I want you to fuck me until I can't come any more!" Rita exclaimed. She pulled him down and plastered her mouth against his.
Bobby rolled off her, finally and they snuggled, enjoying the caress of warm flesh against warm flesh as their bodies recouped.
After a while Bobby began caressing the gorgeous woman softly and she responded, her skin rippling as his hand glided over it.
"Ohhhhh!!!" Rita moaned, "God, Bobby, that feels so marvelous!"
"That's the general idea, isn't it?" Bobby replied. His cock, still hard, was pressed against Mrs. Meckler's belly.
After a few minutes she pushed him onto his back and rolled on top of him. "You want more, don't you, Bobby?" she asked. Her hips moved, caressing his shaft with her wet opening, sending rapture racing through her.
"You have to ask?" he gasped.
"No, I guess I don't, do I?" Rita said, continuing to move her hips.
Having Mrs. Meckler's wet opening caressing the shaft of his cock was a big sourse of excitment for the young man. He shoved his hips upward, seeking more of the wonderful caresses.
