Loud slurping sounds filled the bathroom cubicle, Jim's head was thrown back, his eyes fluttered closed as he approached climax. The blondie that was kneeled in front of him, wrapped her lips around the bulbous tip of his cock, her strokes up and down his shaft grew faster until the young man exploded inside her mouth.
As the ripples of pleasure coursing through his body died down a bit, he opened his eyes to look down at blondie's smiling face, some of his cum had spilled from the edge of her lips, onto her pretty dress which was somewhat disheveled. She opened her mouth to show him the pool of cum she'd collected, then swallowed as she winced a bit, knowing that Jim loved it when she swallowed for him.
"Good girl..." he whispered, patting her head, putting his cock back into his boxers, pulling his pants up as he got out of the bathroom cubicle, heading to one of the sinks to splash some water on his face.
As he looked up, he saw a young man staring back at him from the mirror. He reached for a paper towel, his vision got clearer as he dried his face, running his hand through his typically disheveled hair. Jim had dark hair, a clean shaven almost pale complexion. He did have a handsome appearance, although somewhat boyish. That was offset somewhat by his broad shoulders and rather tall stature.
Tall and somewhat lean although his broad shoulders and toned arms hints at a regular workout routine.
For the longest time, Jim Ross was a shy, even awkward boy but having moved away from home to attend college, he's come out of his shell a little bit. Well maybe a lot.
He's let himself indulge in an excessive way, even built a bit of a reputation. Blondie is one of the girls that he fools around with, always eager to leave a lecture to come help him release some pent up pressure, like he just did. She doesn't even complain when Jim just turns around to leave as she's still fixing her appearance in the mirror.
On this particular afternoon however, Blondie's invited Jim to a coffee shop. He was in town for his summer internship interview which went rather well and before he headed off to Terry's house to check out the bedroom that he could rent out, Jim made a quick stop. It was nice to know that he had one of his college fuckbuddies in this town that was entirely new to him.
As he stepped out of the coffee shop, the young man called an uber and headed off to the address that Terry gave him. Terry had taken on a bunch of summer courses and he was going to hang around campus instead of coming home. Well that was one reason. The second was that a girl that Jim had introduced his buddy to, just recently had started dating him.
Having been a virgin before that fortuitous night, Terry wanted to make the most of this new experience. To that end, he begged his friend to take his room back home for practically next to nothing.
It wasn't just a way to repay Jim for the kind introduction he'd provided, but Terry also realized that this girl was one of Jim's old fuckbuddies. It'd take half a word from Jim for her to dump his ass.
Terry's mom, Jennifer had just finished up with the dishes, having hosted a few of her friends earlier for lunch. She hummed softly to herself as she undid her apron and set it aside, unwilling to get her simple sundress wet from her work there.
Her life was idyllic. She had a good home, good friends, a good family. She had her little side business, helping as a designer and marketer part-time. It was more just something to keep her busy, or she would feel too bored staying at home.
Her husband Robert did well to provide for her needs. Well... monetary needs anyways.
That other spark always faded after getting married. She let out a sigh. It was a common complaint of all her friends. It wasn't that her husband neglected her, no. But... a woman had her wants, too. Jennifer longed for the earlier days in their marriage, back when she could remember how eager the two were to rip their clothes off of each other.
Leaving the kitchen, she paused to inspect herself in the hallway mirror. Compared to some women, 44 had treated her well. Light wrinkles were easily masked by makeup, though the crows feet at her crystal blue eyes she couldn't hide.
She was fair as could be, freckles dotting her light skin. She'd done her best to treat her skin well, as that showed so much age, so she'd always felt. Her bright ginger hair had strands of gray beginning to tease their way to the surface, and, while she often got comments about it, she had opted to not dye her hair to mask it. It fell in a graceful wave that just passed her shoulders.
Her face was slender, matching with the rest of her body. At least, to a degree, anyways. Age always made keeping oneself in shape difficult. The lithe figure she'd had through her mid 30s hadn't quite faded, but she'd put on a little weight around her middle. Her buxom bosom were no longer the perky orbs they'd been when she'd been married, though the bra she wore did well to mask that sag.
Her hips were wider now, a remnant of her pregnancy as well. A pretty woman, she felt prideful she did not look like some of her friends, some who looked more like they were in their 50s despite being younger than her.
Either way, as she made her way to the living room, the doorbell rang. So he'd already arrived? Glancing to the clock, she smiled.
"Very timely..." she murmured, brushing her wavy hair back as she headed to the door.
Clad in a sundress that fell to her knees, with a floral print, she was as modest as she could be. Her bust was difficult to hide - in fact, practically impossible - and showed a generous amount of cleavage in the light v-neck.
