Vicki writhed on the bed as the large dildo filled her tight puss. "Oh, yes, Henry, yes. Fuck me good." And visions of the handsome Texan filled her mind as she pumped the warm wand harder and faster until it brought her to a lovely orgasm.
God she missed having a man to satisfy her needs.
When she had come down from her delightful high, she slipped the dildo out of her satisfied cunt and carried it to the bathroom. She washed it and dried it lovingly before kissing it playfully, putting it in its sleeve and putting it in the drawer. Then she showered, careful not to wet her hair.
After toweling dry, she gazed into her full-length dressing mirror and searched for any gray in her mop of curly black hair. Satisfied, she straightened and studied the vision before her. Her skin was smooth and clear and almost the white of fine porcelain. Exercise and diet were keeping any signs of love handles at bay around her tiny waist. Her breasts were small and she ran her hands up over her ribs cage to cup them and lift them. "Would you like to kiss my titties, Henry?" she teased the mirror. And she laughed because she knew the answer would be a resounding 'yes.'
Her first lover had convinced her that big, hard nipples were attractive enough to compensate for her small size. And she knew that her hands and lips and puss were all the appeal she needed for a good sex life. Her hips and slender legs gave her an almost girlish appearance and the well-trimmed strip of black curls above her pouting mound had always attracted the appreciation of her lovers. She wondered if Henry would like it, if he ever got to see it. She smiled at her image and began to dress for her appointment.
Henry had looked at the house twice and was bringing his wife to make the final decision. Vicki didn't need the money, but a sale would make her feel good and would help the agency. She hadn't met Henry's wife, but he was a real stud. A stud with an eye for her petite beauty. He'd managed to brush against her a couple of times when they were touring the house last week, and his comments told her he would like to see more of her. Her session with the dildo would help her keep him at arm's length, she hoped.
She put on black thong panties and a bra that held her small breasts high on her chest. Her bright blue suit was businesslike and still very feminine.
She retouched her makeup and found her purse in the kitchen. She was almost out the door when the phone rang. "Damn," she muttered, and she considered leaving it unanswered. Then she thought it might be Henry with a change of plans and reached for the handset.
"Hello."
"Mrs. Adams?" a youthful voice asked.
"Yes."
"Hi. This is Kenny Crawford. Gee, it's good to hear your voice."
"Oh, hi, Kenny, it's been a long time."
"Too long." He hesitated. "I hate to bother you, but is Tom there?"
"I'm sorry, Kenny. He's gone back to Boston for some fraternity business before school starts. Is there something I can help with?" She felt her pulse quicken.
"Well, I've just come to town to find an apartment before summer school starts and I thought I might crash with Tommy while I hunt, but I'll find a motel."
"Now just a minute, Kenny," her mind was working furiously. "Go on and look for an apartment, but don't make any commitments until we can talk. In the meantime, you can bunk in Tommy's room so you don't need a motel."
"That sounds great, Mrs. Adams, but I really don't want to put you out."
"It's no bother for me, Kenny, I'd love to have you bring me up to date on you and your family." She thought for a minute. "For that matter, why don't you come for dinner tonight and I can settle you in Tommy's apartment this evening."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely. I'll see you about seven."
"I'd love it," he gushed. "See you at seven."
As she dashed to her car, Vicki's mind was full of memories about the handsome young Kenny. He was Tommy's best friend in high school and the boys spent a lot of time in her pool. He was so handsome and well built that she hadn't been able to resist fantasizing about taking him to bed. A real crush. She smiled as she realized that her nipples were straining against her bra and she had completely put Henry out of her mind. She was also conscious of the warm feeling between her thighs.
Her meeting with Henry and his wife, Caroline, had been more than satisfactory. Caroline had loved the house and they made a bid on the spot. The statuesque Caroline has also confided Henry's appreciation for Vicki's winning smile and girlish figure. Her comments and touches promised that they could be more than just agent and customer. Vicki had been amused when Caroline playfully cautioned her to be careful of Henry since he had 'a thing' for tiny women. Vicki had playfully replied that Henry had best be careful himself since she had 'a thing' for big, handsome men.
After they parted with hugs Vicki took the bid to her office to keep the process moving. Then she stopped at the store for some wine and small steaks for dinner. When she got home, she went to the garage apartment to make sure it was in good order. She put a couple of bottles of wine and some beer and soft drinks in the fridge. She noticed the stack of videos on the bookshelf and decided to leave them where they were. Satisfied, she went into the house.
She didn't want to overdo it until she determined how far and fast she could go with Kenny, so she fixed a small salad to serve with the steaks, cooled some wine and set places at the kitchen table.
After a shower, she put on a garter belt and black hose. Her black thong went on over the belt and she relived her ancient fantasies of Kenny taking it off. She picked a white skirt that was short enough to reveal her attractive thighs without being too wanton. Her bra was sheer enough to show her dark nipples and she chose a white blouse with enticing cleavage that was transparent enough to highlight her bra. Three-inch black heels completed her outfit. She touched her favorite perfume to her throat and put a drop in the valley between her breasts.
Vicki was in the kitchen when she heard the car. She waited until he rang the bell and struggled to control her excitement as she went to the door. She was pleased to see he was wearing a nice pair of slacks with a well-tailored sportshirt. And he held a bouquet of cut flowers.
"Hi, Kenny," she beamed. "Welcome home." And she put her arms around his neck and stretched up six inches to give him a warm kiss on the lips.
"Gee, Mrs. Adams, it's great to be here. These are for you," he held out the flowers. "You look beautiful," he almost stammered."
She held him around the waist and smiled up at him. "Why thank you, darling, but let's get one thing straight, young man. I may be old enough to be your mother, but I don't want to be reminded, so you're to call me Vicki, or darling, or sweetie. Understood?" His obvious confusion amused her and she whispered, "Or, lover, of course."
Kenny was both surprised and totally flustered, but he readily agreed. "Of course," he seemed to search for a word, then added, "darling."
"That's better, you handsome young stud," she teased. "Now come in the kitchen while I put these beautiful flowers in some water and finish fixing our dinner," and she put her arm around his waist to guide him to the kitchen.
She had put her plate close to his and she managed to brush his leg with hers several times during the meal. He delighted in the contact and even returned it playfully a couple of times. Once she reached across him for some bread and he felt sure she pressed her breast against his arm on purpose. He was lost in the wonder of her beauty and friendliness, and enchanted by her perfume and her delightful posturing.
The conversation covered all the important happenings in their lives and those of their families since his family had moved to Atlanta two years ago.
Kenny couldn't believe this was happening. He'd had a crush on her since the first time Tommy brought him home for a swim. Vicki had been in the pool wearing a one-piece, motherly-modest black suit that went perfectly with her hair and showed off her firm and girlish body, her long and slender legs. And he got hard before Tommy even introduced them. At first his fantasies had been pretty juvenile, lots of kisses and hugs and caresses to faces and arms and back, but not much more. As he grew older and learned more about how men and women relate, his fantasies had become noticeably more sexual and her breasts and other body features much more a part of his daydreams. And, on many occasions, he had eased his frustration with visits to the bathroom where they could be alone together.
Now he was sitting beside her and they were flirting with each other in real life and his cock was screaming because of its confinement. When Vicki rose to get a pie from the fridge he hurriedly rearranged his cock so it could rise more comfortably. They joked together as they finished their dessert.
"Well, darling, I guess I'd better show you to your room so you can get settled in." She hopped up and he was in heaven as she hugged his cheek against her breast. "It's so good to have you back."
Tommy hated for it to end, but he rose and murmured, "It's wonderful to be back. Let me get my bag from the car."
"You may as well move your car over in front of the garage."
Vicki was waiting half way up the steps beside the garage when he came along with his bag. He was in no hurry to catch up because her elevation gave him a marvelous view of the pale flesh of her thighs above the hose and even a glimpse of her hard ass cheeks beneath the skirt.
She climbed slowly, letting her hips wag seductively and showing as much thigh as she could. When she reached the porch at the top of the stairs, Vicki 'accidentally' dropped the key. She looked over her shoulder to make sure Kenny was watching and slowly bent from the waist to retrieve the key. His eyes almost bugged out at the sight of the black thong that hid between her thighs.
"Clumsy," she muttered.
Once inside, Vicki turned and stretched up to put her arms around his neck again. Her breasts flattened against his chest as she kissed him firmly on the mouth, her hard tongue flicking at his lips, and then told him, "I hope you like it, Darling."
Before he could answer, she turned and moved to the kitchen. "There's some beer and some wine and some soft drinks, Sweetie." She flashed a conspiratorial smile. "If there's something more you want, just ask." She moved back into the main room, her hips swaying. "If any of this stuff is in your way, we can box it up and put it in storage. Pardon the selection of movies, but I'm afraid Tommy confiscated them from his dad's stash."
"No problem."
"Did you find any other apartments you're considering?"
"Not after seeing this."
"And what kind of rents did you find?"
When he mentioned some prices, she nodded. "That sounds about right, but since you'll be providing me a sense of security, I think we can do better." And she named a price.
"I'd be stealing from you," he protested.
"Then you can make it up in other services," she teased.
"How can I argue with that?" he smiled, and she gave him a little kiss.
"In that case, how would you like to offer your landlady some wine, handsome."
He found a bottle opener and some glasses then took a white wine from the fridge and screwed out the cork. When he handed it to her she brushed against him.
