Stacey Dixon was lying in his bed, reading a magazine, when the phone rang. He was home alone, so he grabbed the phone next to his bed and said, "Hello?"
"I'd like to speak with Stacey Dixon, please," a sultry voice on the phone said, sending thrills down the young man's spine.
"Ah...that's me...I'm Stacey," the young man replied. Who was this?
"My name is Rita Meckler," the caller said, "Nicole Everett suggested I call you."
Excitement rushed through the young man. If Mrs. Everett told this woman to call him, he knew exactly what she wanted. "Yeah?" he said.
"I was wondering if you could meet me," she continued, going on to explain where and when. "And Stacey," she said after she gave him the information, "Do you think you might be able to arrange to stay all night?"
Stacey could hardly stand it. "Ah...sure," he replied. "I...I guess so." He'd tell his Mom he was staying at Bobby's for the night. Bobby would be more than happy to cover for him.
A little while later, he parked his parents' car in the lot of the motel, got out, walked into the motel, and found the room he'd been told to come to. He knocked at the door. His heart was pounding and he had a problem breathing. He was there to meet a woman named Rita Meckler who had called his house earlier that day. He didn't know what she looked like, but he'd agreed to meet her anyhow.
The young man's coronary and respiratory problems didn't improve when Rita Meckler opened the door. She wore a soft-looking robe that did little to conceal the wonderful body it covered.
"Hi," she said, smiling. "You must be Stacey." Rita's heart was thudding. Nicole had told her about her new lover and, to Rita's surprise, had even given her the boy's phone number. Rita, after thinking about it for a few days, called the boy, now he was there. She could hardly breathe.
"Uh-huh," Stacey croaked, his eyes drinking her in. She was gorgeous!
"Come in, Stacey," Rita said. "I'm Rita."
"Ah...hi, Rita," Stacey said. The minute he was inside the room, the woman closed the door. Then she moved against him and put her arms around his waist. She tilted her head up, lips slightly parted and looked at him. Stacey's arms went around her and their lips fused in a torrid kiss. Fires of lust flashed through them.
After the kiss ended, Rita took the young man's hand and led him toward the bed. "I don't want to waste any time," she whispered, peeling off Stacey's clothing. When the young man was nude, she told him to lay down on the bed. While he watched, wide-eyed and breathing hard, she slipped her robe off. She stood next to the bed, looking down at him, for a while. Then she joined Stacey on the bed and they rolled into each other's arms. Their lips joined and their tongues dueled. Excitement arced and crackled along their super-stimulated nerves.
Stacey had begun learning what women liked from Mrs. Everett, and he demonstrated what he had learned for Rita. Softly, gently, his lips and hands moved over her body, leaving her tingling everywhere he touched her, driving her wild with need. She was soon shaking and having considerable difficulty breathing.
"Please, Stacey!" she murmured, "Please take me!"
Stacey rolled between her quaking, wide-spread legs and, as if drawn by a magnet, the head of his erection slid between the silken folds of her vagina.
"Now!" Rita cried, "Please!"
As Stacey slowly entered her, Rita gloried in the way he stretched her open and filled her. It felt as if he were so far in he was going to come out her throat! Their pubic bones met and he rocked his hips, knowing the motion was causing delectable friction on her clit. He pushed himself up on his arms, increasing the friction as he increased the tempo of his hip movements.
"My Lord, Stacey!!! Ohhhhhhh!!!" Rita cried, her fingers dug into the young man's biceps, "Yessssss!!! Oh, yessssss!!! Oh, Lord!!! I'm comming already!!! I'm coming alreadeeeeeeee!!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"
"Annnnhhhhh!!!! Annnnhhhhhhh!!!!" Stacey moaned. His writhing thrusts became frantic when he came with her, filling her with his seed.
Afterward, they lay in each other's arms, savoring the satisfaction they had just shared.
"You're wonderful, Stacey!" Rita whispered. "That was so delicious!" She kissed the young man softly.
Stacey, whose need was far from sated, began stroking one of the alluring woman's breasts.
Rita shuddered at the sweetness of Stacey's touch. He was every bit as expert a lover as Bobby Draper had been. She moaned softly when the young man's lips wrapped around one of her succulent nipples, grasped his head and pulled him against her. From one breast to the other, and back, the lad's lips moved, trailing fire and delight as they did.
While he suckled Rita's nipples, Stacey's hand stole over her body, across her softly rounded belly, and worked it's way between her legs.
"Please, Stacey, dear!!!" Rita whimpered, her hips rocking, signalling how urgently she wanted his touches to continue.
In answer to her plea Stacey's hand slid through her pubic hair and he began caressing the petal-like lips of her pussy. Her body arched upward and a susurrus of joy escaped from her while his fingers gently explored her opening, seeking her clit. When they landed on it, Rita realized absolute bliss. "Ahhhhhhh!!!!" Rita moaned. Her capacity for coherent speech had vanished once again. Stacey was very good at making love.
