52 year-old Andi Friedman awoke to sunlight streaming through the windows and skylight of the master bedroom. She immediately thought of the night before, when she had had the most mind-blowing sex of her life. The man responsible for that incredible experience, 23 year-old Jake McInnes, slept by her side.
Andi propped herself on one elbow and gazed at his sleeping form. He had kicked the covers halfway down his legs during the night, and Andi had a splendid view of his young body. She took in his smooth, muscular chest and six-pack abs. Her eyes trailed down to his magnificent cock, which lay, thick and heavy, across his upper thigh.
Andi reached out and, with a feather-light touch, began stroking Jake's upper body. She paid close attention to his nipples, which formed into hard little pebbles. Her hand moved down his body, the tips of her fingers disappearing into the cuts in his abdomen. What a body he had, she thought.
Her ministrations were having an effect on Jake. Although still asleep, there was definitely one part of him that was waking up. His cock, now half-hard, was beginning to rise from his thigh. Andi grazed his cock with the tips of her fingers. Lightly, slowly, she began to caress it.
Jake's cock had now almost reached nine inches. He was as hard as a rock. Andi leaned over and started licking softly at the tip. Her tongue scooped up some pre-cum. It was delicious. Jake moaned softly, and Andi glanced at him. She couldn't tell if he was still sleeping, but his eyes were closed.
Andi dragged her fingernails lightly up and down Jake's manhood as she kissed and sucked his nipples. Jake was incredibly aroused now. Andi kissed her way down past his stomach and began to lick his cock, stronger with each lick. She lost control and clamped down on his cock with her mouth. She had three inches in her mouth and was jacking the rest of it with her left hand. With her right, she rubbed Jake's incredible chest and stomach.
Jake was moaning louder now. Andi felt his hand on the back of her head, and Jake's hips were writhing. Andi knew he was close. She took her mouth from his cock and looked up at him lovingly.
"Please, young stud—come for me."
She dropped her head to his cock and resumed her voracious sucking. She jacked the base of his meat while her mouth corkscrewed the top half of his cock.
With a loud gasp, Jake began to pump his semen into her greedy mouth. "Oh, so good," he moaned. Jet after jet hit the back of Andi's throat.
After Jake's eruption subsided, Andi kissed the head of his manhood and crawled into his arms. "Good morning," she breathed.
"A very good one," smiled Jake, holding her close in his strong arms.
"Much as I'd like to stay this way all day," Andi said, "We've got a lot to do. What's your schedule like?"
"Just my normal workout," said Jake. "Classes don't start for another five days."
"OK," said Andi decisively, "Here's what we'll do. Shower, breakfast, workout for you, workout for me. Then, meet me at Louis Boston at noon for lunch and shopping."
"Louis Boston? Andi, that's a bit out of my league at this point."
"Jake," said Andi, "I said I wanted to help you. This is my investment in your future. You can pay me back once you graduate and start making money. Or not. Or sooner."
"Sooner?" asked Jake.
"Yes, sooner. As I said last night, we've got a lot to talk about. We'll talk about it at breakfast."
Andi rose from the bed and strode toward the en suite bathroom. Pausing at its entrance, she looked over her shoulder and said, "Join me?"
Jake didn't need to be asked twice, and in a flash they were in Andi's shower. It was huge, with a padded bench along one of the eight-foot walls. The showerheads were configured in such a way that, except for one corner, the water would fall on whoever was in there.
Jake and Andi began lovingly soaping each other with fragrant bodywash. Andi paid close attention to Jake's massive organ, and he made sure her breasts and nipples were very clean. As Jake had only cum once from the erection Andi had created that morning, he was still in need of relief. He spun Andi around and, with her arms braced against the wall, began pummeling her from behind. The scene was so erotic—a gorgeous mature hardbody, water streaming down her back into the crack of her glorious ass—that Jake came quickly, his stream of cum just as powerful and potent as before.
Still hard, Jake led Andi over to the padded bench. He sat and lifted Andi onto his manhood. Cupping her asscheeks, he began lifting her up and down on his tool. Andi came very quickly. If her loud moans were any indication, she liked being on top. Jake figured that it stood to reason—she'd dominated and kicked ass in her professional life, and she probably liked to kick ass in the bedroom as well. This was a massive turn-on for him, and he lasted less than ten minutes before filling her for the third time that morning.
His cock finally beginning to deflate, Andi rose. "OK—take this as I mean it, but I'm glad that's out of the way. From now on, it's business. Until later, when it isn't," she said with a wicked smile.
They dried each other's bodies, put on robes, and went to the kitchen. Once there, Andi turned and smiled shyly at Jake.
"Since I hoped that I'd be bringing you home last night, I told the staff not to come in today. And I can't cook."
"Don't worry," Jake said. "I can."
"Darling, is there anything you *can't* do?" Andi said playfully.
"Play the piano," Jake said. "And sing. I'm a godawful singer."
Ten minutes later, they sat down to the omelets, bacon, and toast that Jake had prepared.
"Delicious," Andi pronounced. "Now, let's talk. You know that I can help you professionally. I want very much to do that. But I want to talk to you about some other women that I know that can help you as well.
"First I've got to describe these women. Jake, all over Metrowest—Wellesley, Weston, Dover...hell, from Newton and Brookline to Lincoln, there are a certain type of women. These women are highly educated and bored out of their minds. The younger ones—mid-thirties to mid-forties—spend their time taxiing their kids around. The older ones—mid-forties to mid-fifties—don't do that. So they become "realtors", which deludes them into thinking that they've got a career. They usually don't sell a thing.
They're rich, but so what? Their husbands make their couple million running a hedge fund or a law firm. They're all flabby and losing their hair. Their testosterone is just about gone. They don't have time to exercise.
"Oh, but the women do. Pilates, yoga, the gym—these women are toned to within an inch of their lives. That's how they spend their days. Driving their kids around, if the kids aren't old enough to get around themselves, going to the spa, shopping, and working out. They work out so their husbands—the ones funding their lifestyle—won't start looking for a new model. It pisses the women off I've just described half the women I went to Wellesley with. There's no excitement in their lives. I think that you could provide that excitement, Jake. And in turn these ladies would be very appreciative. And...generous."
"Are you freaking trying to pimp me out?" Jake asked with a displeased look on his face.
"Oh, honey, no," chuckled Andi. "It's just that...well, you've obviously got a huge sex drive. You've cum six times in about twelve hours. And I'm married. Yes, yes, so are they, but I still love mine after a fashion. And yes, yes, I did this with you. Because you are about one in 10 million Literally. My husband's gone about six days a month, and those six days, baby, you are MINE. But the rest of the month, what are you going to do?"
"OK, Andi," Jake said. "I'm not saying yes right now, but I'll consider it."
"That's all I ask," said Andi. "Just remember that you'd be doing these women a huge favor. And now, we're both off. Meet me at Louis Boston at noon. I'll reserve us a table at Sam's."
