They stood in the hallway for what seemed an eternity; Claire staring at James, he staring at the hardwood floors in the hallway.
The air practically hummed with anticipation, and as she stared at the skinny young pup, she thought, I can't be thinking about this. I can't!
Her body felt electric with desire, every square inch of her on fire. Her breathing quickened as she fought the tremendous urge to let her short skimpy robe slip off her shoulders, to be naked in front of this young man, to reveal her body to him, to show him everything.... She needed his desire, his touch, his cock...
But how? He was way too shy, way too innocent to make the first move. And she had never made the first move herself.. she had never had to..
After what seemed like a long time, she finally said, "Ah... why don't you come inside and we can look at some gardening magazines to get some ideas?'
Gardening magazines? She couldn't believe herself. Did she even have any gardening magazines?
He glanced up at her, his hair still hiding his eyes. Uh, ok.
She smiled shyly to cover her embarrassment then walked ahead down the hallway feeling how much of her body was on display for this young man, feeling his eyes on her legs, god, she wanted to just strip right here!
She saw a bit of lint on the floor and stopped. She glanced back at him. "This old house just gets so dusty sometimes."
Then, right before him, bending at the waist, her knees straight, she leaned forward. The robe slid up her ass and she could feel the cool air wafting against her wet, swollen anus her pussy throbbing. She picked up the lint and straightened up. "There."
She glanced back and nearly had an orgasm; James' face burned red and he held his hands at his crotch desperately trying to hide his massive erection.
She turned and continued to walk down the hallway, her face glowing, trying not to break into a huge smile "this way," she primly said, then whispered to herself, "Oh, my young stud..."
The hallway opened up into the kitchen on the right and a sitting room to the left; she flicked the bit of lint onto the kitchen floor. "Let's sit on the sofa and see what we can come up with," she said, feeling bolder, empowered by his discomfort, his erection still huge, his embarrassment evident.
She took his hand—the soft smoothness, the strength of his fingers nearly causing her to cry out in desire, and led him to the sofa. She motioned for him to sit, and when he had, she sat beside him, just a little too close.
Smiling, her robe barely covering her legs, her neckline slipping open even further, she began, "so..."
He looked down at his knees, then glanced at her for the briefest of instances. "uh.. did you want to look at some magazines?"
She tapped her forehead. "Oh! Right... You know, I've been... ah.. you know, so busy this morning and I'm a little sore. I wonder if you could just do me a favor and rub my calves a little? It's ok if you don't want to... I mean, I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but I'm just really sore, and I notice you have such nice large... hands..."
She swallowed nervously.
"Uh... really? Yeah, I guess I can do that.'
"Thanks! You're such a dear..."
She leaned back in the sofa and raised her leg and put it on his lap, right on top of his huge erection. He started with surprise and squirmed a little until her creamy smooth calf lay more on his knees. He tentatively touched her skin. "Like this?"
She leaned farther back on the sofa. "Yes... oh, that's great... you're really good at this..."
He glanced at her from beneath his hair. "I am?"
She smiled and licked her lips. "Yes... so nice. Keep going..." Leaning back even farther in the sofa, she slowly spread her legs. Her pussy was soaking- she knew she would probably leave a wet stain on the sofa, but right now she didn't care. She lightly touched the hem of the robe and lifted it up just a bit. She saw him glance over and felt him squirm under her calf. The silence in the room was deafening... the air charged.
"Could you... maybe go a little higher?"
He looked at her and gulped. "Uh... you mean...?
She smiled and leaned forward and took his hand and placed it on her creamy smooth thigh. "Like this."
Halting at first, he started to caress, then knead her smooth flesh. She moaned.
"Are you ok?" he asked, his eyes wide with concern and for the first time, looked her directly in the eye.
She smiled and placed her hand on his. "I'm great, James... You're such a good boy. Keep going."
She glanced at his crotch—he was leaning forward to cover it, but there was no hiding that monster that strained the fabric of his shorts. "A little higher," she whispered as opened her knees a little wider.
Panting now, he let his fingers slide up her thigh... into the soft flesh under her hip... she wriggled a little and spread her knees open even farther... his fingers went higher....almost to her sopping wet pussy....she lay back, her eyes closed. "Keep going..." she breathed.
His fingers accidently, tentatively touched her swollen labia.. she moaned softly.. 'Yes, that's it...'
He touched her again, this time on purpose. She writhed a little and pulled her robe open, showing herself to him, her smooth belly with just a hint of swell from her pregnancies, her small breasts and thick erect brown nipples, her pussy now open to him. .... "Don't stop..."
His fingers softly, gently massaged her sopping pussy; she glanced at him-he stared intensely at her nude body. She touched his fingers and led them into her gaping hole, and cried as he finally, after all this wait, penetrated her with his fingers. She orgasmed, grabbing his fingers, fucking herself with his long digits, a wave of ecstasy engulfing her.
When she opened her eyes again, he was staring at her, mouth hanging open.
She smiled and leaned towards him, reached to him and took his face gently and kissed him, her hunger rising as their lips caressed and tongues entwined.
"You're wonderful.." she whispered to him. "Now, it's my turn."
She got off the sofa and knelt before him. She looked at him with a saucy smile on her lips as she reached for his zipper.
Instinctively, he clutched at his crotch.
She raised herself to him and kissed him softly once more, his frightened look only touching and turning her even more. She removed his hands gently. "Its ok, James.. it's ok."
Meekly, he acquiesced. She caressed the stiff shaft of iron straining against his shorts. "Does that feel good?"
