Author's Note : Thanks for the positive feedback. Here's the continuation that many of you asked for. If you haven't already read chapters 1 & 2, you should probably read them before starting this one.
The sudden ending to my escapade with Mrs. Green left me in a quandary. I didn't want Bobby to hate me but I needed to see his mother again. Naively, I thought that if I could get Bobby to listen to me that I could renew our friendship but each overture by me was repulsed with obscenities and threats to my well being. He even threatened that if he caught me with her again he would cut off my you-no-what and feed it to his rottweiller.
Needless to say I wasn't about to give him that opportunity so I resigned myself to figuring out which female I would pursue next. After all, Mrs. Green had made me realize that I had a knack for pleasing women that not every man had. I knew that I needed to impress them if I wanted to get my rocks off and I certainly wasn't about to go back to being celibate. Sex was just too fantastic. Pleasing myself with my hand would only be a last resort. If I could satisfy an older woman like Bobby's mom, surely I could score with one of my classmates.
I hadn't counted on Mrs. Green pursuing ME! I just assumed that Bobby after calling her a whore and a slut would have made her a little reticent to do so again especially with his former best friend. Fortunately for me, I failed to understand that a woman in lust can be just as dedicated to getting a man as we men could be to getting a woman. She wanted ME!
At first, the phone calls scared me. Knowing Bobby, I wasn't about to take a chance on becoming a soprano. The calls continued. I tried reasoning with her and tried to just hang up. When my mother intercepted the calls, she would try to get me on the line by saying that the nice Mrs. Green wanted me to do some work for her. She teased me by saying that I should be flattered that such an attractive woman kept after her baby boy. She even commented that Mrs. Green was a Loni Anderson look-alike whoever that was. Even though Mom knew Bobby she never suspected what kind of WORK Mrs. Green wanted me to do. She just assumed that Mrs. Green knew that I was a better worker than Bobby. Little did my Mom suspect!
One day after coming home from school, I was just getting out of my car when Mrs. Green pulled into the driveway right behind my car. She motioned for me to come to her. Of course, I immediately got worried and nervously started looking around for Bobby. Satisfied that he was no where to be seen, I stepped up to Mrs. Green's passenger window which she had rolled down.
"Hi handsome," she purred in that sexy voice. "We need to talk. "
I looked across at her and once again her beauty made me start to get an erection. If Loni Anderson looked half as good as Mrs. Green, she should be in movies and on television. I looked from her golden blonde tresses to the prominent jutting of her breasts in the tight pink sweater. It was obvious that she had just come from her place of business as the white suit jacket that matched her white skirt was tossed casually into the back seat. Sitting in the driver's seat, her tight skirt had ridden half way up her legs just enough so that I could just barely see the tops of her stockings. Glancing even farther down I could see that she was wearing stiletto high heels which for the life of me I still can't understand how a woman can drive with these on let alone walk in them. But I certainly appreciate it when they do. Some of the guys call them "come-fuck-me-pumps" and I could certainly see why. Mrs. Green exuded SEX!
Watching my lingering appraisal, she smirked and teasingly raised her right leg slightly. This caused her skirt to ride all the way up to her panty line. I could see that she was wearing pink underwear and I wondered what colour bra she was wearing. This made my cock swell even more. I knew I was fighting a losing battle when she said, "Don't be afraid of Bobby. He's sick in bed at home from all the drinking he's been doing lately. Get in, lover. We need to talk but not here. It wouldn't look good for your nosey neighbours to see the block's young hunk sitting in the driveway with an older woman. I'm not sure I could stop myself from fucking you right here. Wouldn't that be a sight for your mother to come home to?"
Picturing this in my mind, I hesitated but only until she reached across the front seat to open the passenger door. This brought her ample cleavage into view. Looking down into the valley between her breasts I knew that I was too weak to resist and decided to throw caution to the wind. I sensed that getting into her car was going to lead me to heaven or to hell! I pulled the door open, had one last look around and climbed in.
Mrs. Green inhaled which of course made her chest push the confines of her sweater to its limit and used that sexy smile that always made me weak-kneed. My cock took it all in and expanded on its own. As she backed out of the driveway, I was lost again.
We drove in silence but I couldn't take my eyes off her hiked up short skirt which exposed her long stockinged legs. "Like what you see?" she asked.
I answered by reaching over and placing my hand on the nyloned knee. This caused her to have a sudden intake of breath. She looked down at my groin and knew the answer without my having to respond. The corners of her mouth formed that devilish smile again. She knew she had me hooked.
She left the neighbourhood and turned onto the thruway ramp and picked up speed. It didn't matter where she was taking me I was getting caught up in the moment. My hand slowly moved up and under her tight white skirt and felt the nylon panties. She inched her rump up slightly to allow me better access and my fingers found her womanhood. She was sopping wet already! I forced my fingers past the lips and started to stroke them in and out. "Raise your ass up!" I ordered. "I want to take your panties off. "
She surrendered them without a whimper and I pulled them down and over her shoes. I put the frilly pink underwear to my nose and inhaled. The smell of her sex intoxicated me and I couldn't wait to stick my tongue and then my cock into the well.
I stroked her clit and pushed two of my fingers into her glory hole and she started to groan. I could tell that she was going to cum and for the first time realized that we were doing 55 miles an hour. We were an accident waiting to happen! When I tried to pull my hand away she locked her thighs around my hand and pleaded for me to finish her off. Imploring her to pay attention to the road I continued my tactile assault on her pussy. When she came she gushed a torrent of fluid and groaned in ecstasy but somehow kept the car under control.
At the same time I looked up above and out her window to see the passenger in an 18-wheeler looking down at us. He had a huge grin on his face and winked his approval and gave me the a-ok sign. Embarrassed I moved back over to my side of the car.
Mrs. Green started to speed up and said "We've got to find a spot to park!" Fortunately there was a rest stop just up ahead and Mrs. Green raced into it and parked as far back into the woods as possible. If they cared to look, anyone from the other parked cars must have wondered why we were parked so far from the info booth and washroom. Mrs. Green had her reasons. She was a woman on fire. No sooner had she turned off the ignition when she was all over me. Her tongue was in my mouth and her hands were undoing my zipper and pulling my cock out into the open.
"Let me do this, Dennis! Let me take care of you! I've thought of nothing else since that idiot son of mine broke in on us. Just sit back and enjoy!" Her hands stroked my shaft as she pulled my balls out of the confines of my pants. All I could do was enjoy the sensation. She had the magic touch. She would squeeze the shaft and rotate her hand around it as she pulled it up and down. Her other hand fondled my sac and playfully jostled the nuts from side to side. She sure knew how to thrill me. She squeezed my sac and the balls swelled outside her grip. Playing around on dates, all teenage boys knew what 'blue balls' were but mine took on a reddish colour in her clasp.. I watched her in action and once again was amazed that such an attractive woman who could have any man she wanted seemed to desire me, still a teenager. She watched my reaction and smiled again. God I loved that smirk. She knew she had me in the palm of her hand literally as well as figuratively.
