"Why doesn't he like me?" I sighed, staring at myself in the mirror.
My black dress hung closely to my curves and, unfortunately, was going to go to waste. I had been stood up by the same guy, again. Freakin' Jeremy Rogers can't even show up for ten minutes or call to tell me he won't be showing! I huffed as I unzipped my dress and stared at the brand new pink panty and bra set I had bought for this date. For a mom I looked pretty good, if I do say so myself.
My stomach was flat and my C-cup boobs weren't sagging. Plus, once a week I went in for a waxing so there weren't any prickling hairs...anywhere. I pulled my hair up from my neck and twisted to and fro, checking my body out in the mirror. Maybe that's why he didn't come; maybe I'm not attractive enough.
I dropped my brunette, almost black hair and reached behind me to unsnap my bra when I heard an audible gulp. I whirled around, almost losing my balance on my four inch red heels that matched my dress, to see my daughter's boyfriend standing there with a deer in the headlights expression.
"Michael!" I cried.
"Ms. D! I'm...I'm so sorry!" he quickly turned around, still standing in the doorway.
"What are you doing here? Kyra isn't here!" I exclaimed, struggling to pull my dress back on.
"I-I didn't know, I'm so sorry, please don't tell Kyra!" he urged, starting to turn around but I quickly snapped, "Stay facing away!"
I tugged at my zipper until I realized it was stuck. I pinched the bridge of my nose before sighing, "Michael, the zipper is stuck."
He turned around hesitantly and eyed me. My dress was half hanging off my body as I held it up barely with my hands behind my back. He nervously licked his lips and asked, "Do you want my help?"
"Yes," I rolled my eyes. He stepped into my room haltingly and walked over to me. I turned around and let go of the dress to pull my hair up. I had to maneuver my ass (stick it out) to keep it from falling off again.
His hands were warm when they touched the revealed skin of my back. He twisted the fabric in his hands and he gently pulled the zipper down. I frowned and muttered, "Wrong way."
"Where were you going all dressed up?" he inquired, pulling the zipper down farther.
Something in Michael's voice made me say, "On a date, but he stood me up."
"I'd never stand up a woman as beautiful as you," he blurted.
A glance up in the mirror showed he was blushing. We made eye contact in the mirror, his hands still poised above the zipper on my lower back. I bit my lip lightly and his eyes flicked down to the movement. He moved his hands from my back to around to my stomach, pulling me back against his chest. I dropped my hair and he began kissing and licking my neck.
I quickly wrapped my hands around his neck, relishing in the feel. It was a few moments before I remembered what was going on. "Michael!" I hissed. "What about Kyra!"
He stopped and groaned against my neck. "Ms. D," he breathed in my ear, hungrily.
I melted just a bit more. His hands slid from my stomach down to my thighs. "She doesn't have to know," he reassured.
"But...we'll know," I protested weakly as his hands slid up my thighs, bunching the silk dress in his hands.
"It'll be our little secret," he breathed hotly in my ear.
"Oh, God," I answered as his hands brushed against the thong I was wearing.
"You're so fucking hot," he responded.
I just moaned in response as he fingers moved my thong out of the way. His pointer finger brushed my clit and I felt myself grow wetter. I shuddered against him and he began sucking on my neck once more. He grinned when I moaned his name; I could feel it against my neck. I decided I'd given him enough power already and pulled away.
His eyes were lust filled when I turned to face him. He reached for me but I shook my head, instead grabbing his shirt collar. I pulled his mouth down to mine and pushed my tongue inside. He tried to, once again, wrap his arms around me, but instead I just batted him away and began unbuttoning his shirt. Once freed he shrugged out of the fabric and I pulled away to eye his chest.
God, he was hot.
I'd seen his chest out in the sun a few times when the pair had tanned side by side in front of the pool. I ran my hands up down his chest to his belt buckle, deftly unbuckling it as I trained my eyes on his. I dropped to my knees gracefully and he groaned. I smirked and pulled his pants down with his boxers in tow.
His erection bobbed freely in front of my face and I eagerly took the tip into my mouth. He combed his fingers through my hair and sighed, "You're so gorgeous."
I took him farther into my mouth, my hands wrapping around his thighs. I squeezed the muscles there and pulled one hand away to cup his balls gingerly. His fingers paused mid stroke and gripped my hair. I could feel him pulling me off his member and I obliged willingly. He pushed me back down slowly until my nose was pressed against the trimmed, soft hair on his abdomen.
I moaned around him, hopefully telling him I enjoyed this. I enjoyed him controlling this...me. I peeked up at him through my eyelashes and saw him looking down at me, smirking. When he spoke his voice came out raspy but still the same innocent, curious tone he had always had, "Do you like that, Ms. D?"
I moaned around him once more, closing my eyes as he finally pulled me off his member. With his fingers still in my hair, I breathed heavily. His hand removed mine from his balls - I had completely forgotten I had grabbed them. He moved his finger under my chin and made me look up at him. He grinned, apparently happy my face was flushed and I was panting lightly.
"Play with your tight pussy for me, Ms. D," his hand flexed in my hair and I bit my lip before moving my legs apart a bit farther.
