Home. Home is where my parents live. And I'm there, visiting for the week. I live in California, 2,000 miles away from home. Just far enough away for this twenty five year old to feel independent. My first morning back I got on my bike to go for a ride. Heading up the street I saw the little kids climbing on the bus which would take them off to day camp. It made me remember my days of youthful fun and freedom.
As I approached the bus, I saw Mrs. Cross. Dad told me she recently got divorced- a bitter feud he told me. She got the house, the money and the kid. Good for her. I never liked her husband. When I was in high school, she had me baby sit for her son on Saturdays in the summers while they went off to do things. It was an easy gig- let him play ball in yard and swim in the pool. I caught rays, ate pizza and got paid to do it. Nothing bad about it. She was always nice and appreciative. Mr. Cross was cold. I never understood him or why they were ever together. His loss...
She was and is a sight for sore eyes- a short perky dirty blond with a fabulous body and big tits, the kind of woman that makes men smile and lust in their hearts, even obsess. Her soft doe shaped brown eyes always caught my attention. I was a sucker for them. She was a bit innocent. I was never sure if she understood how compelling she was.
Mrs. Cross waived to me as the other moms left the bus stop. I knew none of them because most had moved into the neighborhood after I moved out.
"Ben," she said as I pulled up, "so good to see you... It has been a long time. Tyler still asks for you. How have you been?"
"Been great," I said, "I'm just working hard and playing hard. So Cal is awesome. I have no complaints. I'm back to visit my folks for the week. And you?"
"Good, real good... I guess you heard I got divorced... but that is behind me now.... Tyler is ok with it. He misses his dad, which is natural... but, otherwise, all is well. You look really buff. Been working out?"
"Just the bike and a healthy diet," I replied.
"Well, since you are here, I need a 'buff' man to help me move a couch. Would you, please?" she asked, her irresistible smile asking for help. I was a sucker for her and could never turn her down.
"Sure," I replied as we walked through the gate and up the driveway to her house. Well, it was more than a house, actually, it was borderline mansion. All the houses in the neighborhood were of that ilk. She led me to the family room and pointed to the couch in front of the window, "That one over there," she said motioning to the leather one. I need to move it to the library. She struggled to hold up her end and somehow we managed to carry it across the house without denting a wall.
"Sit down, I'll get you something to drink," she said. I waited surveying the mahogany built in book cases, wood paneled walls, the large desk and club decor of the room. I noticed she still had 'that book' high up on the corner of the bookcase. I had found it late one night when I was sitting for Tyler and he was asleep. I was surprised she owned it. Never did I imagine a savvy woman like her would have one. Pleasant reading I thought to myself, the salacious instructions of the manual, which gave me the vivid thoughts I had of her performing the acts as I read about them. It all fondly came back to me.
She came back a few minutes later, drink in hand, "You changed clothes?" I asked.
"You noticed. How sweet of you.. do you like it? Its new," she said as she spun around showing me the dress.
"Very nice...," I told her.
"Not overtly sexy?" she asked a bit concerned.
"Oh no, its sexy alright, but subtly."
"Your cellphone, does it have a camera? Take some pictures. I want to see how I look." I obliged her request as she posed in a variety of positions. We reviewed the pictures together, laughing at the ones in which she over exaggerated her poses.
"I bought another one... I'll be right back," she said as she eagerly trotted off.
She returned moments later, this dress better than the other- a black ballgown with a plunging neckline and back, a slit up the left leg and matching spike heels.
"Wow, Mrs. Cross, very nice..." I told her as I nodded my head in affirmation.
"Oh, stop that 'Mrs. Cross' stuff... you should call me Hannah."
"Well, ok... Hannah.... Its just that I always called you, well, you know..."
"Its different now... we are both adults and only twelve years apart... and by the way, you turned out to be quite a handsome one.... Come on now, use that camera again." She posed for more pictures, each one hotter than the other.
"I'll be right back, one more outfit to show you, but I don't want to hold you up all day..." 'Oh, no problem', I thought to myself marveling at her sweet round booty ass thinking how I would like to caress it.... She was such an innocent person. I wondered if she even suspected my lust.
I heard her footsteps in the hallway as she approached. I knew she was wearing the same sexy heels and looked forward to what she was going to show me next.
"Ready?" she asked before she entered the room.
"Sure," I replied. She stepped into the doorway, "Like?" she asked revealing herself adorned in a cream colored panty and bra, her golden hair up and off her shoulders, wisps trailing down. She had taken the time to apply mascara, light gray eyeshadow, light pink lipstick and a long double strand of pearls, which dangled down and across her chest.
"Well????" I was speechless. She strutted into the room, her soft innocent eyes now intense and serious, "Cute or sexy?" she asked, her hands held up and out at shoulder height, gesturing the question as she stood before me.
"Definitely sex kitten," I muttered as she stood in the doorway. She stepped into the room, stood about seven feet from me, reached behind and unclasped her bra. Seductively she slowly slid one strap over her shoulder. I sat in revered silence. She looked down at her shoulder and then at me to ensure I was fixated on her, showing those beautiful come hither eyes in the process. When each strap was off her shoulders, she wrapped her arms under her breasts and pushed them up, the cups still hiding her flesh. A hand took the top of the cups and slowly pulled them away, revealing her heavy breasts and large round nipples. The bra dropped to the floor. Tenderly she cupped the bottom of her breasts in the palms of her hands and held them up for me to see.
"Mommies have needs too," she said as she approached, gently moving her breasts in an up and down fashion. "Want to lick them?" she asked as she leaned forward. I sat up to meet her half way and my tongue gently graced the very tip of her nipple. Her skin was lightly perfumed. She was irresistible. I raised my hand to grasp her breast and caress it.
"No hands," she softly told me.
I gently suckled her nubs and licked and kissed her aureole.
"Oh yes, it feels so good when you suck just the tips, do it some more," she cooed. I obliged her desire.
A few moments later she stepped back and suggested, "Why don't you get on your knees and kiss my belly?" I knelt and slowly worked down across her flat midsection, drizzling kisses on her flesh. As I reached the waist line of her panty, she put the palm of her hand under my chin to stop me from going down further. I kissed her along the waist, knowing that just a bit farther down was a place I'd much rather be.
"You better go, my parents will be home soon," she said to my confused disappointment, "come back tomorrow after they go to work, around 9:00... know what I mean?" she asked with a wink. Despite my bewilderment, I told her I did. She escorted me out the door and gave me a sultry pat on the ass as I left, "...and Ben, don't go home and look at those pictures of me on your cellphone tonight... I need you fresh for tomorrow."
It was hard, supremely hard to not look. Tease a twenty five year old man like she did and then ask him to exercise internal discipline.... Not happening. What was she thinking? After our little encounter, I walked around hard as a rock thinking of our next rendezvous and the possibilities of what she had in mind. My obsession grew by the minute, my mind blown away by her seduction.
