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In a similar vein...
ALL CHARACTERS ARE FICTIONAL AND OVER 18
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Over breakfast Thomas tried not to think of his sexy married neighbour, Mrs Barrett, who just days ago had seduced him and to whom he had gladly surrendered his virginity, even though he was twenty years old.
She had booked into a motel after work and they had had sex, twice. He had been very conscious of his ineptitude but she had not seemed to mind. In fact she had positively seemed to enjoy his inexperience as much as he enjoyed her considerable experience. And she clearly got off on the idea of getting back at her cheating husband just as much as Thomas enjoyed doing it on the quiet with a married woman. She had even said that she did not want an affair or any other strings attached, and that it was a sex-only arrangement. He could not believe his luck!
Thomas also wondered when she would arrange their first "quickie" session in the morning in her home before they left for work. She had insisted on arranging the times in advance and at random so as to avoid giving neighbours cause for suspicion. Thomas picked up his empty cereal bowl and half-empty mug of coffee from the table and drifted into the kitchen.
"Everything okay, Thomas?" his dad asked.
"Yes, Yes, fine dad. Why?"
"You just seem very quiet this morning – as if something's on your mind."
Thomas blushed. He did have a lot on his mind. A lift into work with the neighbour twice his age with whom he had twice had sex – including a few delicious moments when she had sucked his cock – and with whom there were many more naughty and luscious times in store.
"No, everything's fine, thanks. Just a bit tired."
Thomas' dad left the house for work at about ten to eight, as Thomas was washing the breakfast dishes. His mother left for work just after eight. He had about twenty minutes before he needed to go across the road to her house. More than enough time for a wank. Sometimes he thought of one of the girls who worked in his office. More often than not it was Mrs Barrett that came to his mind. And that was who would fuel his orgasm this morning. She had invited him to call her by her first name, Diana. He had fumblingly replied that he preferred to call her Mrs Barrett (it was an illicit reminder of her married status and of their age difference) and they had settled on "Mrs B" as a less formal name.
He had done it many times previously while trying to guess the appearance of her naked breasts and pussy, the sight, the feel of them, and the sensation of easing himself inside her and thrusting until he came. Now when he closed his eyes he no longer had to guess. He could call to mind the actual sights and sensations.
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Diana felt a little light-headed that morning, too. She had planned the seduction of her younger neighbour for some time. Although she felt guilty at the way that she had manipulated him and that she had entered a no-strings and no-affection, fun-only arrangement, she also felt good. She was no longer a victim of her husband's cheating. She had taken control of her life. And although her husband's seeking younger women had flattened her self-esteem, it was now recovering. Her husband Keith had his string of floozies. But she too now had someone young who found her sexy and attractive. She had seen his enthrallment and experienced it. At her prompting he had even admitted to masturbating to the thought of her. Instead of offending her, this made her feel very feminine, desired and desirable once again – in fact more than she had in years.
She also felt guilty at having secretly recorded her motel liaison with Thomas on an old pocket-sized cassette recorder. It seemed a betrayal of his trust but she told herself that but for her he would still be a twenty-year old virgin. No, he owed her a debt of gratitude, she reasoned, and being recorded secretly – purely for her own private gratification – was a partial cancellation of that debt.
She had uploaded it onto her computer and run it through some software that she had obtained. She had been able to filter out some of the tape hiss and warble, and whilst the sound quality was still patchy and even at best mediocre, it was a triumph. She had deleted some sections and retained the best. She had messed around with the copy, using it as a master from which to try to improve further. The amateurish quality even after several attempts was a little disappointing but on the other hand it was in keeping with the circumstances in which it had been captured. Most of all, she got off on it as she listened to it and re-lived their time together.
She had had sex with Thomas in a motel. Her plan was to have a brief sexual encounter with him some mornings, but to do so very carefully for discretion. Today was too soon. She must be patient. But she felt excited and horny. Then she had the idea. It was rude and she hoped it would not alienate him. But she was confident that it wouldn't.
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Now in the house alone, Thomas headed upstairs to his room, where his curtains were still closed. He went first into the bathroom and tore a short length of toilet paper off the roll.
He lay on the bed, pulled down his trousers and boxers and began to stroke himself. He closed his eyes and brought his sexy seductress neighbour to mind.
His mobile rang. He was annoyed at the distraction but despite ignoring it, it continued to ring. He decided to answer it in case it was his mum or dad and something was wrong. He grabbed the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi Thomas. It's Diana. Sorry – I mean Mrs B. You sound a bit... is everything alright?"
"Yes. Sorry if I sounded a bit off-hand..."
He felt his stomach flutter with excitement at hearing her voice. She felt the same, though the thought never occurred to him.
"You're all alone – I saw your mum and your dad both leave for work," she continued. It was a statement, not a question.
"Yes. Sorry, is it time to set off already? I... I'm not quite ready. I can... get the bus if you need to set off now," he replied.
He was annoyed with himself. His excitement and shyness were making him babble. He thought of her well-groomed hair, her firm breasts and how good they had felt in his hands and in his mouth. He let go of his hardness, feeling guilty about pleasuring himself while talking to her.
"No, Thomas. No, it's not time to set off yet. I just rang because... I'm alone as well – and I was thinking about you."
She spoke softly into the phone, he guessed this was so that her voice would not be overheard by her neighbours, but it sounded very intimate. Although still excited, his embarrassment made his erection begin to subside.
"I... I was thinking about you, too, Mrs B."
"I bet you're just saying that, Thomas!" she teased.
"No. No, I... I was – honest."
"Okay, Thomas, I believe you. When I say I was thinking about you, Thomas, I meant – in a naughty way..."
He could not believe what he was hearing.
"I... er... wow!"
He felt stupid.
"I haven't put my skirt or blouse on yet, Thomas. I'm lying on my bed with my pretty white embroidered bra on. And my navy blue underskirt on – you know the one!"
"Yes, yes I do... that one you first teased me with..."
"Yes. And I'm wearing it back-to-front at the moment so that the lace-trimmed split is at the front and not at the back. I wish you could see!"
"I... I wish I could, too, Mrs B!"
"I'm sure you do! Because I'm wearing my black stockings and suspenders. My legs are bent at the knees and the hem of my underskirt is half way up my slender thighs. When I look down I can see the top of my stockings and the naked skin of my thigh above it inside the split in my shiny slip, Thomas..."
"Can I... can I come across? I... I'd really like..." he faltered.
