It was a warm summer day, a 3 days before the start of the 1st semester. Joey was pacing around his room trying to remember things that he might have missed while packing. He looked around his room and remembered the summers he had spent there and the secrets it knew. He knew that he would miss his room, his family, his friends and especially the older women he fantasized about in his hometown, there was Mrs. Ralls, their school counselor, Mrs. Caisson, his motherâs friend and Mrs. Oregon his best friendâs mom all of these women played major roles in Joeyâs sexual fantasies. The thought of living them and going to a big city where he hardly knows anybody placed a saddened expression on young Joeyâs face. But the decision had been made he was going to the city to get a college degree, âit is for your futureâ his fatherâs words trailed off in his mind. So Joey took a deep breath and then carried his bags out of his room, he was now ready for the new challenge.
Joey Jones was fresh out of high school; all throughout high school he was branded as a geek whose only obsession in life was his computer. But that was the farthest from the truth; Joey had a much bigger, more real obsession. He had this attraction for mature women, especially those women who were married but always kept their bodies sexy. Although young Joey had this burning desire to make love to these older women, but in reality he was still a virgin. He had never made love to a girl, the closest he had to fucking a girl was when he jacked off using a pair of Mrs. Towerâs worn panties, he found inside the hamper while sleeping over at his best friendâs house. So he just compensated his inadequacies, towards girls, by writing erotic stories about these mature women he fantasized about. He would write stories about his teacherâs, his friendâs moms and his motherâs friends, he even wrote stories about total strangers that he just saw while walking to school, sometimes heâd just give these women fictitious names but sometimes heâd use there real names to give his stories a more realistic feel and create situations in his story where these women would be yearning for attention from there husbands and he would play the role of their âknight in shining armorâ and rescue these mature damsels from the pits of loneliness by satisfying all of there sexual desires.
****************** The Trip to the City ******************
Joey got in the backseat, as his father drove off to the train station. When they arrived at the station Joey immediately boarded the train, he did not want his mom to go all mushy on him and all. He found a seat at the back of the train; he saw that there were only a few passengers for this trip. While waiting for the train to depart Joey drifted off to sleep, imagining Mrs. Caisson, his motherâs friend, sucking his cock and fondling his balls until he floods her mouth with all his sticky cum. His venture in to his own dreamland was interrupted when the train blew its whistle, to make a last call to all the passengers that the train was leaving now. When Joey straightened up, he saw that the train was nearly full of passengers, and then adjusted his boner through his pants then he saw a lady, a mature lady at that, hurriedly boarding the train with her laptop in tow. The lady scanned the carriage for an empty seat, then her eyes locked on the seat beside Joey and hurriedly approached it and then placed her luggage on the overhead compartment above it. As she sat beside Joey she acknowledged his presence by giving him a pretentious smile. Then she dismissed him and then opened her laptop and then started to do something.
As the lady beside him dove in to her work, Joey had a chance to check her out. To his estimate she was probably in her late thirties or early forties, she was wearing a pink skirt that rode up just above the knee when she sat and a white silk blouse worn just tight enough to show off her ample breasts. His eyes strayed to her crossed legs and he noticed that she had long, slender legs. Joey presumed that she was an executive or something, by the way she moved and there was an air of confidence about her. Checking her out has given Joey another boner such that he had to turn away from her to conceal his growing erection.
âDamn! Why does this machine act up when Iâm in a hurry to finish something?â The lady beside him uttered in absolute frustration.
âCan I help you, Maim?â Joey asked her as he turned to her.
âWell, are good with computers?â
âWhat seems to be the problem?â Joey asked her while he looked into her hazel nut colored eyes.
âI canât save this document to my floppy disk. Coz I have to mail this to my boss when I get to the city.â She told Joey, with frustration written all over her face.
âWell let me see this.â He told her as she handed him the laptop.
After tinkering on some connections Joey told her to try saving the document again, and then
âYouâre a real God send, you just saved my career!â she was elated as the drive lit up and then saved her document.
She told him after giving him a peck on the cheek, sending him blushing.
âBy the way my name is Katreen!â
âGlad to meet you maâm, Iâm Joey.â
âOh, Joey what can I do repay you for your help?â Katreen asked him.
âNo need maâm, just glad to help.âJoey politely answered her.
As she placed the laptop on her arm rest, her diskette fell to the floor, and immediately Joey got on the floor and picked it up. When Joey looked up he was presented with Katreenâs kneeâs just spread wide enough to reveal her creamy white thighs and her white panties. Joey was enthralled by what he saw such that he stayed on that position, looking up Katreenâs skirt, for some time.
When Katreen saw that Joey was looking up her skirt, she wanted to slap the boy. But she was reminded of what the boy did to help her. She was overwhelmed with gratitude for the boy that she didnât felt disrespected with him looking up her skirt, she was even flattered by his actions such that she opened her thighs a little wider so that young Joey could have a clear view of her creamy white thighs and her white lace panties.
âYou like what see down there, Joey?â Katreen asked him as she gave him a smile.
âUhm ...uhm.. Iâm sorry maâm.â Joey nervously stammered his reply as he quickly returned to his seat. He knew that he had been caught by this beautiful woman looking up her skirt.
âI asked you Joey if you liked what you saw down there?â
Joey did not answer her query he just looked away from her.
âJoey, I just want to know if you would like to see more of what you saw down hereâ she told Joey as she got his hand and slipped it in between her soft thighs.
When he felt her soft white thighs, Joeyâs cock grew even more and his hand started to rub her thigh and traveled towards her vagina when Katreen suddenly stopped his hands approach on her pussy.
âJoey, I said that you could watch but you cannot touch it, baby.â She defined the conditions.
âAnd, oh my I think little Joey here is needing some attention of its own.â Katreen giggled as she saw the tent in Joeyâs pants.
âOk Joey since you had been such a sweet boy and helped with my computer problem, Iâd like repay you by letting you see whatâs under this skirt of my mine. If you liked it?âshe stipulated her conditions as she felt her wetness between her thighs.
Katreen was not like this, she was a conservative woman, but she was really grateful to the boy that she wanted to reward him with something special. And also the thought of exposing herself to a boy almost 20 years her junior sent tremors to her pussy such that at the instance that Joey touched her inner thigh she felt a tingling sensation between her thighs causing her vagina to discharge the fluids that were made by women when they are sexually excited. Although Katreen Henderson needed her sexual desires to be quenched she still reminded herself that she was a married woman, in spite of the fact that her husband had not slept with her for 6 months now, and that going all the way with Joey was out of the question.
âBut what if someone catches us here?âJoey ended his silence as he asked the mature lady beside him this seemingly naive question.