A continuation of my first story. The first chapter was an introduction to see if this story had legs. Hope you enjoy and please give me feedback. All characters are over 18.
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Having intrusively measured up the poor boy Barbara immediately felt as though she should abscond and leave him to sleep. She felt extremely ashamed with herself for allowing intrigue to override her normal decency, yet still her gaze was focused on the boys penis. She watched closely as a teardrop of precum pushed out from underneath the boys prepuce and ran down his little shaft. He let out a small whimpering moan, making Barbara recoil back a little as the precum flowed down to the base of his penis. Waiting until he was still again, Barbara leant back forward; hands hovering over his body, desperate to touch him again. Slowly she dipped a finger into the pool of precum that had gathered at the base of his penis. Holding it back up to her face, Barbara licked the glistening fluid off her finger. The old woman felt a little flutter in her stomach as she relished the salty taste of the young man's precum. The boy started to stir again, turning his head and moaning a little more. Although desperate for more of his juices, Barbara was afraid he might wake up, slowly she moved away and scooted herself off the bed. Carefully she folded the sheet back over him, leaving him to rest a little longer.
Feeling a little flustered, Barbara sat herself down on her little couch outside the bedroom. Although a she felt a little guilty, oddly she also felt a feeling of accomplishment, as though proud of having reacquainted herself with a man's flesh after so long. And try as she might to get the naked young gentleman out of her head, Barbara continued to peek on him several times in the following hour and listened carefully for when he woke up. At around midday Barbara could hear stirring from the behind the curtain and the rusting of sheets as the boy awoke.
'Hello?' his weak voice cried from the bedroom. Barbara's heat leaped with excitement and began moving to the door as quick as her old body could carry her.
'Hello miss.' He said again as she appeared at the door.
'Good you're up.' Barbara said, bluffing her surprise.
'Are my clothes dry yet miss?'
'No not dry yet' Barbara said. 'And stop calling me miss, it makes me sound so old. Call me Barbara.'
'Sorry mis... I mean Barbara.'
'So what's your name then?'
'It's Charlie.' The boy replied. 'Thanks for all your help Barbara but I really should leave now, I don't mind if my clothes are still a bit wet.'
'Nonsense you're not going anywhere, you haven't had anything to eat yet'. Barbara said blowing him off. Before he could protest further she had left to prepare him something to eat.
'You relax and I'll feed you.' Barbara said as she returned minutes later with a bowl of soup and bread. She sat down on the bed close to the boy setting aside the tray for a second to pull themselves closer with his head pressed against her bust and her left arm wrapped around his back, tucked under his armpit. Placing the tray on his lap, Barbara began to bring spoonfuls of soup up to his mouth. With her left hand she could not help but to brush his downy underarm hair and lightly graze his nipple.
'Thank you Barbara.' Charlie said after he had had his fill. Barbara hugged him closer, intentionally pressing her breasts into his side as she kissed him on the cheek.
'You're a very handsome young man Charlie.' Barbara smiled at him.
'Err...thank you Barbara. You're a very attractive woman.' Charlie replied.