Tommy Gant knocked on the apartment door, and was greeted by the vision that lived there. Sara Langhorne, she smiled a greeting, the smile almost stopped his heart, and made his dick twitch. She was about five feet nine inches tall, and Sara had a stunningly beautiful face that could knock an airplane out of the sky. Her hair was a luxuriously cared for mane of natural chestnut, long and soft. At her age of forty, Sara was the wet walking dream, which men and boys drooled over, and knew they would never have.
Tonight Sara was wearing superb form fitting cream business suit, she had an appointment for a dinner date, and it was combined with a very important business meeting that, if concluded in her favour, would net het a shed load of money. She invited Tommy in saying.
"I can't talk for long Tommy, I have a date which I must not be late for." He groaned inwardly, he loved being around her, he harboured serious thoughts that one day she would succumb to a seduction by him.
"Ah," he said, "never mind, I'll walk you to your car then when you leave, okay?"
"Sure Tommy, I would like that, thank you." Sara was really dressed to kill, even though it was for business, her hair was piled up so elegantly, she was wearing dangly earrings, her light makeup was perfect. She had on a low cut frilly blouse that showed her terrific cleavage, under the tight and form fitting jacket, and below that a, just above the knee, straight skirt, And under all that, though Tommy could not see, were seriously man killing silk underwear and stockings, completing the ensemble were patent leather high heels.
Sara was Tommy's girlfriend's mother, she was divorced, and very successful, now she had dumped her useless husband, business woman in her own right. She worked in high end real estate on a commission only basis, and Sara had been brilliant at her new career. And as he stood and watched her finalising things, he got his usual hard on for her. He was nineteen and his girlfriend Sally was the spitting image of her mother.
She was the spitting image, but for something Sally had not yet attained, if she ever would. Sara was elegance, sophistication, she had an inbuilt poise, grace, she was sexy and beauty on legs. He was screwing Sara's daughter wholesale, she loved it, she loved him, and she had told her mother that one day she would marry him. Sara was pleased, but advised to err with caution, to make sure he was 'the one.'
Tommy had told her he would marry her eventually when she was a bit older, but the thought of probably associating with her mother. Knowing he wanted to make love to her, screw and fuck her made him shiver. He would be so close to her, and yet so far. He floated the idea in his head how much he wanted to fuck her out of her beautiful head, but to do it in a way that would bring her back for more and more. "Pie in the sky," he told himself.
Sara herself, and much unknown to Tommy, thought he was a great looking guy. And what her daughter told her of his exploits in bed made her very envious of her. He was like a wild animal, she had told her. She wished she could find a knockout guy just like him, who she could keep under wraps, and only take him out so he could fuck her like Tommy apparently, fucked her daughter.
Sara was off dating men, she had considered dating women to avoid them, but she loved sex and lots of it, but now she had relegated herself to a vibrating Rabbit. Her husband had been good, but that was all he was good at. Then her phone rang, "Brrr, Brrr, Brrr."
Sara picked it up and said, "Hello, Sara speaking." She listened for a moment, then said, "Oh alright, I'll wait for you to call tomorrow then, thank you." She turned the phone off, and then threw it at the wall, it shattered into different pieces.
It made Tommy jump, she stormed, "The bloody Prat, he can't make the meeting, this could cost me nearly half a million!" Sara paced up and down her hallway with Tommy's eyes following her each way. Sara was dressed for the occasion that was for sure, she looked utterly ravishing, and totally sexy. And then Tommy realised in that very moment, that sex had been on her mind, he knew somehow that if the sale had been made this night, the man, would have been the luckiest guy on earth. She would have had him, eaten him, and spit out the remnants in the morning.
Sara's face was flush, she was excited, she was angry, her magnificent tits were heaving in her blouse, her lips trembled, they quivered, they were filled and engorged with blood. Tommy watched her intensely, he knew these signs. Sally her daughter, was exactly the same when he got her going, and fully aroused, Sally was unstoppable, he was looking her, at SALLY!
Not having a plan, or an idea, she stepped to her.
"Look," he said, beginning to wing it, "That top button on your jacket doesn't look right undone," he told her.
Sara looked down, her anger forgotten momentarily, but her rising tide of sexual arousal was going on.
"Doesn't it, why?" she said.
"It looks like you have forgotten to do it up, here, let me do it for you Sara." He reached out, and when the back of his hands touched her still firm tits, he groaned inwardly. That was when his dawn broke. He brushed the jacket over her tits with the flat of his hands, "there," he said, "that's better."
Sara looked down, then turned to the mirror,
"Yes," she said, "I suppose you are right Tommy, not that it matters now though," she said sadly. She turned back to him, he again reached out, this time he took a hold of the lapels of the jacket high up, and in one swift movement he wrenched them over her shoulders, and down to her elbows. Tommy had seen this on television, and hoped it worked like that, it did.
