This story is dedicated to my very good friend Angela, whose daydream, perhaps fantasy this is. She related it to me and it seemed to inspire this story, although I take it much further than she did - To Angela and thanks for you special friendship.
Part One ~ Seduction
With her husband away for so many months the garden had become overgrown and untidy so when her friend told her that her son had just finished university and was doing odd jobs around the area trying to make ends meet until he gets a job. When she heard that he be would be happy to come and tidy her garden, she jumped at the chance.
Angela Evens stood looking out of the window she was pleased to see that her friend's son had made good progress; he had trimmed the hedges and had started mowing the lawn. It had been a long hot summer and today was no exception it was very hot. There is also a lot of gardening left to do, she thought and hoped it would soon cool down for him.
Angela was casually watching him as he did his work. Because of the heat he had taken his shirt off, she was sub-consciously admiring his firm young body as the sweat trickled over his muscular chest and with his shorts on she was mesmerised. It had been so long since her husband had left on another one of his awfully long business trips and she was feeling lonely and upset.
She had married young and had never been with any other man than her husband and she was shocked at her self when she realised that she was staring at this young mans body and daydreaming again. She shook her head trying to clear the images from her mind.
The poor boy looks like he needs a drink she thought, so she invited him in. His shorts showed off strong legs and thighs and she noticed that he didn't bother to put his shirt back on, and as he entered the comparative gloom of the kitchen she sees his body shimmering with the sweat that had soaked his upper body.
She gave him the glass of cold squash and it goes down straight away. He hands her back the glass and says "another". She noted that he didn't say please. Angela looks at him and then fills up the glass and that one is quickly emptied the same way.
He stares at her and she blushes. "It must be hot out there," she says, trying to fill the void. She really is not used to talking to other men alone, her husband watches her jealously when other men are around and it annoys her because she has never given him a reason not to trust her.
"It is very hot in here as well." he replies then adds with a laugh "And you look hot as well."
She mumbles that he had better get back to work, but he just walks up to her and boldly takes her in his arms and kisses her. She tries to pull back but he is strong and persistent, she puts her hands onto his chest to push him away, but after a split second finds herself caressing those firm, strong young muscles. He holds her long enough to know that her resistance to him is weakening.
He sits down and smiles and she just looks at him. "We agree it is hot in here Mrs Evans so why are you still wearing all those clothes why don't you take them off."
Angela stammers in shock, "that it is not possible, I am married woman and you must go back out immediately." He looks and smiles at her again. However, he stood up and placed his empty glass on the side, then his hands went matter-of-factly to her blouse. His nimble fingers were quite proficient as he started to unbutton her blouse. Quite an expert, she suddenly thought. She caught a whiff of his aroma it was quite intoxicating, and that unsettled her more than anything.
This was so not right! She thought panicking; I shouldn't be starting to feel turned on by this boy. But still, she allowed him to continue to finagle with her clothing for about twenty or thirty seconds before she stepped back . She makes a futile attempt at stopping him, she is annoyed and shocked, both with him and herself but she seems powerless to stop him; and looking into her eyes he slowly continued to undo her blouse. She is like a rabbit caught in car headlights, his eyes seem hypnotic it's as if he can see right into her mind sensing her hidden desires. But then he stops. "Now finish taking your clothes off Mrs Evans," he says in a firm voice.
She is standing right in front of him her legs feel weak and her heart is beating very fast and as she looks into his deep brown eyes Angela cant explain it, perhaps its his confidence or her own vulnerability but she feels that she just has to do as he says.
After all she is used to doing as she is told, her husband is selfish and dominant in a spiteful way. But this was different this boy was assertive in a gentle way his demeanour was tender, not dominant and nasty like her husbands.
Her fingers were trembling as she continued where he left off; she unbuttoned her blouse until it hung open showing her bra. He just nodded at her and she understood instantly what he meant and she shook the top from her shoulders and threw it onto a chair.
He cast his eyes slowly down her body and then looked back into her eyes he raised an eyebrow, knowing immediately what he wanted she lowered her head in shame and confusion. Why am I doing this what's wrong with me she thought? All the same she started to unclip her skirt-letting it slide down her legs and puddle at her feet. He bent to retrieve it as she stepped out of it; he threw it onto the chair joining her discarded blouse.
He looked her up and down again this time more slowly allowing his eyes to linger on her panties and her bra. Embarrassed she stood completely still as he walked around her, she felt him unclipping her bra and then remove it. She made no effort to stop him nor did she voice any protest. She was for some reason unable to stop him or more worryingly maybe unwilling to stop him or even complain. His manner, his assertive voice, aroma and those eyes held her in his metaphorical grip.
She was dizzy with uncertainty and trepidation; she had never been so scantily clad in front of any man other than her husband. She did not know why she had allowed herself to go this far, especially with a son of her friend, a boy who's name she was not even sure of. She just knew that she felt new and beautiful tingles running through her body when he looked at her and she knew that her will to resist had dissipated.
Angela did not know why, but she had the overwhelming feeling that she had to obey him. His very presence seemed to engulf her making her feel that she wanted to obey him, that it was the right thing the do.
He stood before her and again his eyes seem to devour her, she felt goose bumps over her skin as her frustrations of many months began to manifest themselves. She was starting to feel a little strange perhaps even excited, her nipples started to stiffen, but she tried her hardest not to let him see her weakening.
Once again she did not resist as he took her in his strong arms and hugged her close to his chest. Her mouth opened in anticipation as he closed for another kiss, their tongues duelled and danced in her mouth, she had never been kissed like this before, it was setting off her previously unused nerves making her body seem alive and sensitive.
His hands started to softly caress her, gently squeezing her bottom, then massaging her breasts, she felt her nipples harden still more, extending with desire like never before they were so ready to be kissed. He lowered his mouth and sucked a nipple in; she groaned with pleasure as she felt his tongue flick over it then he kissed it and nipped it. She was shivering as these new beautiful sensations heightened her feelings and feeding her desires, all thoughts of her husband were now pushed a long way to the back of her mind.
He took a half step back from her, he could see her flushed face, hear her ragged breathing and see her nipples as hard as steel. "I think it is still hot in here and you are still over dressed for this heat," he whispered with a smile.
Angela returned his smile weakly, but there was no hesitation as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and started to roll them down her legs and off. She was trembling nervously, but her building excitement helped her overcome them. She was now stark naked in front of another man for the first time in her life. She stood stock still watching him admiring her; in a perverse way she was pleased that he seemed to find her attractive and exciting to look at.
She glanced at him letting her eyes wonder up and down his body, she audibly gasped when she saw the outline of his cock straining against the thin fabric of his shorts, it looked huge and her eyes opened wide in surprise as she saw it jumping and throbbing. She looked up at him open mouthed, he simply smiled at her.
He sat on the sofa and let his deep eyes drink in her naked beauty, and then looking once more into her eyes he whispered. "Come here Mrs Evans." Angela walked unsteadily towards him, she was aware of her nakedness in front of this virtual stranger, but conversely she no longer felt awkward or shy.
He pulled her onto his lap and she felt him wiggle his hips pushing his stiff penis against her bottom. He gently held her breast and caressed it as if he owned it and had every right to hold it, but she did not object. He started to kiss her, his passion obvious in the fervour of those kisses and Angela responded eagerly and willingly.
As they kissed she stroked his manly chest she loved the feel of it. As her kisses grew more urgent she put a hand around his head and pulled him to her. She jumped when she felt his firm fingers starting to play with the neatly trimmed hairs on her pussy.
"No please," she mumbled unconvincingly, "you must not touch me there I'm married."
"Shush, Mrs Evans," he whispered as he kissed and nibbled her ears and neck. She could feel him gently pushing at her closed thighs as he attempted to gain access to her pussy.
His kisses were gentle and sensual Angela had never experienced such arousing and stimulating treatment, she felt her thighs relax just a little. He snuggled up to her ear and whispered as he nibbled her earlobe. "Your pussy must be hot as well why don't you give it some air to cool it."
