All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older.
Pardon my Polish. I haven't any.
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The next few days after taking Mrs. Ford home from the country club, Adam was a complete wreck. He was consumed with the older woman. He replayed the scene over and over in his mind where she had ravished him in her front hallway while his girlfriend had waited impatiently for him outside.
That and his earlier experience with Mrs. Ford, where she had seduced him in her pool, had him fantasizing continuously about what their next encounter might be. Being a normal, healthy eighteen year old, he was constantly day dreaming about sex anyway. He still found it hard to believe that Lauren Ford might be interested in him despite the fact that she had attacked him in her front hall. Mrs. Ford was drop dead gorgeous even if she was his mother's best friend and therefore way out of his league on so many different levels.
Adam couldn't wait to see her again, to somehow find a way to be alone with her and then get her to let him into her pants once more. He was practically a walking 'hard-on' for days after his last encounter with her. Amelia, his girl friend, was not amused by his incessant groping and wheedling for sex and told him not to call her until he got a life. He considered calling Mrs. Ford and asking to see her, but ultimately he was just too shy. She might even laugh at him and that was just too awful to even think about.
And so Adam found himself facing one long lonely evening after another. These typically ended way too late and were followed by breathless wet dreams starring Mrs. Ford, mounted on his straining tool, fucking him mercilessly until he erupted in a tangle of soiled sheets and stifled moans and the frustration of realizing that it was all just a dream.
Even his mother had mentioned that Adam didn't seem to be himself lately and wasn't he still seeing that lovely Amelia? Adam muttered a noncommittal response before heading off for another mindless couple of hours playing video games.
And then one night about a week later, his mother happened to mention over dinner that…'Oh yes…Lauren Ford had called the day before and wanted Adam to call her… something about a driving lesson…'
Adam was unfortunately in the middle of a way too big mouthful of spaghetti at that moment and convulsed into a choking fit. His frantic mother had to execute a clumsy Heimlich manoeuver that did allow poor Adam to catch his breath even though the table cloth became a 'write-off'. He apologized gaspingly and then excused himself saying that maybe he had better call Mrs. Ford back.
Adam had two quick glasses of water to try and compose himself and then went and made the call.
He was almost delirious with excitement when he finally spoke to her.
For her part Lauren was friendly and engaging without being in any way intimate.
Adam was so wound up he couldn't think straight and could barely talk. There were so many things he wanted to say, to ask, but their chat was brief and there weren't really any opportunities for him to get too personal.
Mrs. Ford was calling to ask if he would help her with her niece who was visiting from overseas. Irina wanted to get her license while she was in the States but of course Mrs. Ford didn't drive so she wondered if Adam might help. Not with formal driving lessons of course, but just help Irina to get familiar with the road system and driving the bigger, north american car.
Adam was hardly listening…"Yes!…Of course!…He'd be happy too!…Couldn't wait!…When was a good time?…"
They arranged for him to come over the following day, a Friday in the afternoon. Apparently Mrs. Ford's husband was away on business until late in the evening so she asked him to join her and her niece for dinner. And then, just before she hung up, Mrs. Ford said a funny thing…"Irina is my sister's little girl Adam. I hope you'll be nice to her."
"Why, yeah, sure! I'll be on my best behavior!" Adam enthused, though afterwards he kicked himself for sounding like an uptight little weenie.
The next morning seemed to go on for an eternity. Adam had absolutely no interest in lunch. At five to four he was ringing Mrs. Ford's front doorbell, his mother's big Chevy parked in the driveway behind him.
The door soon opened and there was Mrs. Ford standing in front of him. She smiled at him with that amused expression that he remembered so well, looking like she was thinking about some dirty little secret that they both knew. She looked great as usual. Her blonde hair was trimmed neatly just above her shoulders and framed her smiling face. She was wearing a white satin blouse that was open just enough to show off the upper swells of her breasts. Beneath that was a snug little black skirt. Her shapely legs were clad in smoky nylons. A loopy gold link belt cinched her narrow waist and 3 inch patent leather heels completed her outfit, making her look taller than Adam remembered.
"Hello Mrs. Ford." Adam stammered. "I hope I'm not too early."
"Oh no Adam. You're right on time. How nice to see you."
Mrs. Ford stepped down from her front doorway and casually leaned into Adam. She stepped up on tiptoe to brush his cheek with her lips, mushing one tit against his chest and incidentally thrusting her knee against his groin as she did so.
"I've been looking forward to seeing you again…" she purred, planting a moist kiss next to his ear. "Have you missed me?…" she murmured, keeping herself pressed snugly against Adam for a little bit longer than might have been politically correct. But in fact it didn't take long at all before she could feel his cock begin to stir against her gently pressing thigh. Once she felt him starting to stiffen up she giggled, took his hand and stepped back
"I…I'm really…glad too...to.." Adam was stuttering, but Lauren only gave him a brief mocking moue before turning and peering into the house.
"Irina! Adam's here! Come on. I want you to meet him. He's going to take us for a drive."
Adam was squeezing Mrs. Ford's hand, trying to get her attention but Lauren was obviously anxious to introduce her niece. After a moment, Irina came out onto the front porch, clutching a little pocket book and nervously glancing back and forth from her aunt to Adam.
"Adam. This Irina. She's from Gdansk in Poland. She's been with me for two weeks now. She'll be staying here 'til the end of September…" Mrs. Ford said, fondly taking her niece's arm.
"Her mother thought it was time she saw the great U S of A. She just graduated from a commercial / science program at Olsztyn Polytechnical School. She can't really look for a job here but who knows what might happen if she keeps her eyes open. Her English is very good. You just have to be a little patient with her sometimes."
"Hello Adam. It is a…pleasure to meet you." Irina said, reaching out her little hand towards Adam.
Adam took her hand and shook it awkwardly.
"Irina. How do you do. It's a pleasure to meet you too." he said, unconsciously mimicking Irina's formal greeting
Adam didn't know what he was expecting when Mrs. Ford said he wanted him to show her niece how to drive, but it wasn't Irina.
