A Good Day

A GOOD DAY - PART 2

CHAPTER 1

The first part of this story ended right after I had allowed my son's friend Justin to feel me up and perform cunnilingus on me. Something for which I feel guilty. I love my husband and he treats me and Josh, our son, good. He's a good husband, albeit our sex life is lacking in quantity. But he works long hours and has a long commute, so he's gone 12 hours a day. So when Justin started feeling me up and kissing me in my sleep it felt good and I didn't stop him. I faked being asleep and let him do what he wanted. But I did draw the line at fucking. Thankfully he didn't try to do that. He was satisfied after licking, fingering, and kissing me to orgasm then jacking off on my belly and legs.

The incident with Justin had happened two weeks ago, and neither of us have mentioned it. We both felt a little uncomfortable about it and didn't talk much or spend time together like we did before.

And to be honest, I missed it. I liked the attention, and the compliments. Being told that I look nice, or that I was hot. But I guess he was too embarrassed or maybe afraid that I had told Harvey, or that I was going to jump in his shit about it, and just hadn't decided how yet. So he avoided me to some extent.

Like I said, I missed the attention and I found myself seeking it. I did not think about it or plan it, but one day I realized that I was dressed to attract attention. Showing a little more skin than usual. And I was the one now pressing against him as I passed by. I wondered what the hell was wrong with me. A 40 year old woman flirting with a 21 year old boy. Not that I wanted anything to happen. I didn't. But I wanted the attention, and the compliments. I discovered that I am a vain person. It occurred to me that I checked to see if he was looking when I bent over. And I started touching his arm or hand when we did talk.

It was now the last week that the boys would be there before going back to school. I had enjoyed them being there. And I was going to miss having them around. And I told them so. So did Harvey. He said it had been nice to be a family again. And told Justin he was considered part of the family, also.

CHAPTER 2

On Monday of the week they were to leave Harvey was at work, Josh was out with his girlfriend and I had the day off for a government holiday. Justin and I were at home. I was cleaning out my closet and drawers and getting rid of some stuff and making room for new stuff. Justin was playing a video game. I filled a box with stuff from my closet to donate. Then I couldn't lift it. I went out and asked Justin if he would mind carrying it to the garage for me. And of course he said he'd be glad to.

While he carried the box out I started arranging my new stuff in the closet and the rod I was hanging my clothes on broke. Justin had just come back in and saw it break and dump everything on the floor. He said, "Oh shit. That ain't good. Want me to see if I can fix it?"

"Would you? I'm not good at fixing things."

"Sure. I'd be happy to."

It was a simple fix. Just needed some new screws he said. I had thrown all my clothes that had fallen in the floor on the bed so he could get in the closet to fix it. I watched as he fixed it. I don't think I ever told you what Justin looks like. He is now 21. Probably 6 feet tall, well built but not muscular. He has sandy brown hair, almost blonde, that hangs to his shoulders. He always has stubble on his face, not a beard but the beginnings of one. I like that look. Kind of rugged looking. All in all a pretty good looking young man.

When he was finished I started hanging my clothes up and he said, "Let me help. I'll hand them to to you and you can hang them up. Might save you a few steps going back and forth."

"Great. That actually would be a big help. Thank you."

He started handing them to me and I hung them up. "You've got some really nice clothes. Pretty dresses and blouses. I bet you look great in them."

"Thank you. Some are new. Some are just my summer stuff that I just got out and I'm swapping them in and putting my winter stuff away."

"Oh. Okay."

He handed me a dress and I held it up and looked at it. "Hmm. I don't know if this one even fits me anymore. I'm getting to be such a cow."

"No you're not. Far from it. You look great."

"Thanks. But I have gained some weight."

"Well, if that's true you must have been too skinny before. Because you are the perfect size."

"You're so sweet. I do like this one. Maybe I'll lay it aside and see if it still fits."

I hung up the rest, laying another aside to try on. Then started on my drawers. He said he'd be glad to help if I wanted him to. I said, "Sure. I don't turn down free help. I'll hand you stuff to put in a box for Goodwill."

"That'll work."

I got rid of quite a bit of stuff. Sweaters, sweatshirts, sweatpants, t-shirts. Stuff I hadn't worn in ages and never will. When I was handing him some panties I didn't want any longer I noticed he turned a little red and was embarrassed to be handling them. That made me smile and chuckle to myself a little. When I had cleaned out all I wanted to get rid of I started putting my summer stuff in the drawers. He handed me stuff from the box and I put it away. When we were done I thanked him and he went back out to the living room. I stayed to try on the pieces I had laid aside.

CHAPTER 3

One of the dresses was way too small, one I spotted a tear in and put them aside to get rid of. My favorite one was still in good shape so I tried it on. It was just a little tight but I figured I had put on winter weight from inactivity and would lose a few pounds and it would be fine. I really liked this one and wanted to keep it. It was a royal blue color, sleeveless, kind of short but not too short, showed just a hint of cleavage, and had a gold belt. Nothing real fancy but it fit well, and I thought I looked good in it. It hugged my curves in all the right places, so I decided to keep it. I reached for the zipper in the back to take it off. It wouldn't move. I tried several times, but it wouldn't budge. It was too tight to take off without unzipping it.

After struggling with it for a while I gave up and called out, "Justin, can you come up here for just a second?"

"Be right there."

Justin came up and into my room. "Wow! You look amazing. That dress really looks good on you."

"Yeah. I thought so, too. Thank you. But I have a little problem and need some help."

"Sure. What'cha need?"

"The damn zipper is stuck. I don't know if it's just stuck, or broken, or what. Would you mind trying it?"

"Not at all. Let me see."

I turned around, bowed my head, and pulled my hair out of the way. Justin tried pulling the zipper tab down but it didn't move. "Hmmph. You're right. It is stuck." He grasped the top of the dress and tried pulling harder. Still nothing. "I'm not sure what's wrong with it but it's stuck real good. I'm afraid if I pull any harder I'm going to rip your dress and ruin it."

"Well, it's gotta come down one way or another. If it rips it rips."

"Okay. You know how sometimes the cloth gets caught in the zipper and once you get past that it's okay? Maybe there's some on the inside that I can't see."

"Yeah. Maybe."

He leaned in and pulled the top of my dress out a little and tried to see inside. His face was in my hair. "Your hair smells really nice."

"Thanks. I just washed it this morning."

"I can't see anything. Can you take it off without unzipping it?"

"No, it's too tight."

"Okay. I got an idea. Do you have any pliers?'

"Yeah. In a drawer in the kitchen. What do you have in mind?"

"I can get a better grip on the tab with pliers and pull harder. Hang on and I'll go get them."

He came back with pliers in hand. He just looked at me for a few seconds. "I almost don't want to get it loose. You look so good in that dress, it's a shame to take it off. Are you sure it's okay if it tears?"

"Yeah. It's gotta be. I love this dress, but it's no good this way. Maybe if we can get the zipper down I can get it replaced."

"Okay. Turn around." I did. He went to work. While he was fiddling with it he said, "You have really soft skin. So smooth. And blemish free. And you smell good, too."

"Thank you. Are you having any luck?"

"I hope so. I mean, yeah, I think I'm getting it. I think maybe it is just a little cloth stuck in it. Yeah, here it comes. I got it."

I turned around and said, "Thank you. I would've hated to have to rip this thing to get it off. But that's what I would have had to do if you weren't here." I hugged him and said thanks again.

"Glad I could help. Let me make sure it's working alright." He stepped around me and ran the zipper up and down a couple of times. "Yeah, seems to be fine." He ran the zipper to the bottom and left it there. He ran his fingers over my bare back. "You really do have beautiful skin. Do you use moisturizer or anything on it?"

"Thank you. Yeah, I use moisturizer. And a body wash with moisturizer in it."

"It works." He continued running his fingertips over my back and put his face in my hair and breathed in. "Soft, silky smooth skin. Hair that smells great and is also soft and silky. Just an all-around beautiful woman. What more could a man want or need?" I felt his lips touch my neck and start planting light kisses all over my neck and shoulders. This was the attention I had been missing. It felt good. I didn't think any farther than that. It felt good. I leaned my head to the side as he kissed my neck. I felt his hands moving on my bare back. They went to my waist, inside my dress. Up and down my sides. It tickled a little. He continued kissing all over my neck and shoulders. His hands came around and up and cupped my breasts. It did not occur to me that I should not allow him to do that. All I thought of was how good it felt. "Mrs. H.?"

"Uh Huh?"

"May I call you Billie?"

"Please."

His hands left my breasts and went to the top of my undone dress. He pushed the top over my shoulders and lowered it to my waist. Without thinking I pulled my arms free. He resumed kissing my bare shoulders and fondling my breasts with one hand. The other hand roamed over my belly, my arm, my back, my face, neck, and shoulders. Touching wherever he could reach. All the while telling me how beautiful I am, how good my body feels, how good I smell. I was eating it up, all this attention, and the compliments.

His hand left my breast and joined the other one at the clasp of my bra. "This is a really sexy bra. I love the color. It matches your dress perfectly." It was baby blue. Lacy and frilly.

"Thank you. It's just coincidence that it matches. I put it on this morning, long before the dress."

I felt my bra come loose. It had no shoulder straps and he tossed it on the bed. He started fondling my now bare breasts and my nipples popped to attention. I felt him pressing against me from behind and I could feel that his cock was hard. I stood still and allowed him to caress my breasts and run his hands all over my exposed upper torso. I guess I love the attention so much that it's all I think of when I'm getting it.

He then turned me around to face him and locked his lips to mine. He held me against him and his tongue came out and touched my lips. I parted mine so his tongue could enter my mouth. When I pushed my tongue forward he pulled his back so he could suck mine into his mouth. We continued this dance while his hands roamed my bare upper body. His hands left me and pulled his shirt up and over his head. Then he pulled me back against him. My hard nipples rubbing in the hair on his chest made them even harder.

Justin pulled away and started kissing down my chin, my neck, my chest, at last reaching my breasts. He kissed first one, then the other. He sucked a nipple into his mouth while caressing the other with his hand. I had a mini orgasm as I love having my breasts sucked. He continued alternating between my breasts and his other hand dropped to my butt. He rubbed all over my cheeks through my dress. He raised his head back up to my face and said, "I love your ass." And locked his lips to mine again.

As we kissed I was aware of his hands pushing downwards on my dress at my hips. This was the first time I wondered if I should stop this. I loved it but it was wrong. 'But it'll probably just be like last time,' I thought. 'I'll let him get me off orally and maybe I'll give him a handjob this time. Or maybe even a blowjob. As long as I don't let him put his cock in me it wasn't really cheating was it?'

So I didn't stop him. My dress was tight so he had a hard time getting it over my hips. I helped a little. I pushed on the sides while he pushed at the back. Once it was past my hips and butt it dropped to the floor. I stepped out of it. He took a step back and gazed at me. "Holy fuck. You are undoubtedly the prettiest woman I have ever seen. Your body is perfect in every way."

I felt my face turning red. I was standing there in a pair of sheer, skimpy, baby blue panties that were the mate to the bra he had removed earlier. I love attention, but I was also self-conscience and a little shy.

"Don't be shy. You have an amazing body. Be proud and show it."

He reached out and pulled me to him again. We kissed and his hands went to my butt. He cupped my cheeks in his hands and fondled them. His hands started roaming all over my body. From the top of my head to the backs of my thighs as far as he could reach. I felt his hard cock pressing into my crotch. One of his hands went into the waistband of my panties and was feeling my bare butt. The other was at my breasts. I reached between us and felt his hardness with my hand. I squeezed him through his pants and he moaned and pressed into my hand. I unzipped his pants and worked his cock out through the opening. I grasped it in my hand and stroked it. It felt pretty big. I pulled back enough that I could look down and see it. "Wow! That's a big one."

"Thanks. I like to think so."

"Well, I can tell you it's bigger than any I've had." I continued stroking it. Thinking the whole time, 'What am I doing? I can't do this. I love my husband. This is just a kid. But it is big. Maybe if I just give him a blowjob. Nothing else.' I dropped to my knees. I looked up at him. He was watching me and smiling. He nodded his head at me. I unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down his legs and he lifted his feet allowing me to take them and his shoes off. Then I removed his underwear. His hard cock was pointing straight at my face. I took it in my hand again and held it and leaned forward to kiss it. There was a little precum oozing out the end of it and I licked it off. He moaned again and pushed his hips forward. I kissed all along the length of it and decided it was probably an inch longer than Harvey's. God help me, I wanted to suck it. I put my lips around it and slowly took it into my mouth.

I heard him say, "Oh Goddamn. That feels good." He put his hands on my head as I started moving my lips up and down his shaft. I almost gagged when it hit the back of my throat and I backed off. I took his balls in my hand and felt them while I licked all over his cock with my tongue. I put it in my mouth again and started bobbing my head back and forth. He thrusted forwards as I did and said, "Fuck! I'm gonna cum." I've never been able to let a man cum in my mouth. I don't know, something about it feels weird squirting in my mouth. So when I felt his cock jerk with the first spurt I pulled back and finished him by stroking him with my hand and he shot his load all over my face and breasts.

I looked up at him and said, "I'm sorry. I can't swallow."

He reached down and pulled me up. "That's okay. It was awesome." He pulled me in for a kiss. As we kissed I felt him lowering my panties. He let them drop to the floor.

I pulled back from him a little. "Justin, I'm sorry. But I can't fuck you. What I already did was bad enough. I really want to. But I just can't. I'm sorry."

He got a hurt look on his face. "I understand. I don't like it, because I want nothing more than to fuck you. But I understand." He reached down and cupped my pussy in his hand. "Are you sure?" He massaged my pussy in his hand and ran his finger up and down my lips, which were very hot and very wet.

I moaned. Several times. And moved my pelvis around on his hand. "Yeah. Sorry. But I'll blow you again."

"Okay. But only if I can taste that delicious pussy again."

"Lay on the bed." He laid back on the bed. I straddled his face and lowered my pussy to his mouth. He immediately started licking all over my lips, thighs, and my whole crotch area. I was already dripping juices from between my pussy lips. I rode his face and tongue and caressed my own breasts. After a minute I reached down and took his half hard cock in my hand. As I rubbed and massaged it it hardened and grew. It was very quickly at full erection. I stroked up and down it's length. I leaned over and took it in my mouth. I concentrated on the sensitive head of it for a minute. Running my tongue around and around it. I could hear him moaning down between my legs. I lowered my mouth onto it farther and massaged his balls as I bobbed my head up and down. He was really going to town eating my hot, dripping pussy. He was cupping my butt cheeks and squeezing them. He ran a finger along the length of my buttcrack. He started toying with my butthole with a finger. I don't like anything in my butt and I tightened my cheeks and he stopped. I started licking his cock and balls and he stuck his tongue in between my lips. As he fucked me with his tongue I came again. I raised up from his cock and sat up straight while I was cumming. I screamed, I squealed, I moaned and sighed. He reached up and squeezed my tits and opened his mouth to suck my juices in. As my orgasm subsided he lapped up the hot juices that had poured out of me and continued massaging my tits. I knew that, despite his young age, this young man had brought more than a few girls to orgasm with his tongue.

He had not cum yet, since I blew him the first time I mean. As I sat there on his face coming down from my orgasm I took his hard cock in my hand and stroked it. "Fuck it," I said.

"What was that?," he asked. "I couldn't hear."

"Nothing," I said as I was climbing off of his face. I spun around, straddled his hips, took his cock in my hand, and guided it into my still dripping pussy. I lowered myself onto it and started moving my pelvis up and down. "Oh God, that feels so good. You are a very big boy."

"And your pussy feels heavenly. You're so tight." He started thrusting his hips upwards and reached up to feel my tits again. I reached behind me and fondled his balls. I leaned forward onto him and he took a nipple into his mouth and started sucking on it. His hands went to my butt and cupped and squeezed my cheeks. I raised and lowered my pussy on his cock.

"Yeah. That's it. Fuck me. Just like that. Oh yeah, that's good." I sat up and started bouncing faster. He reached between my legs and found my clit with a finger. He wiggled his finger back and forth on it and I screamed and started gushing. He thrust up into me harder and faster and shot a load of hot semen into me.

When we both stopped cumming I felt our hot mingled juices beneath my hips and thighs. I collapsed forward on top of him.We just laid there a few minutes, catching our breath. Then I rolled over onto the bed. He raised up on an elbow and leaned over to kiss me. "Thank you," he said.

"Thank you, too. I needed that." We kissed and fondled each other for a few minutes and I told him, "I'm going to miss you when you go back to school."

"Not as much as I'll miss you."

We got up then and went to our separate showers to get cleaned up and dressed.