MRS. RIDER LETS LOOSE
Everyone in this story is over the age of eighteen, and more than happy with everything that's going on.
Just to give you a heads up, this is one of my sexier stories, so if that's not your thing...
There really wasn't a more delicate way to put it -- Connie Rider had never felt so horny in her life. It had gotten so bad, she was desperate enough to pull her big, ample breasts up to her mouth, lick all around them one after the other and suck them as hard as she could, roughly tugging and pinching at her nipples and even squealing at the sharp sting as she sunk her teeth in, just to try and get herself off.
Her trusty vibrator felt pretty good, humming away between her legs, doing what it was meant to do, but it was nothing compared to the real thing. Oh, how she missed getting laid.
Since her cheating, rat-bastard of an ex-husband had admitted he'd been messing around with his secretary for years, and finally moved out, with no one to satisfy her needs, she'd been forced to resort to her own devices.
Of course, a person of her character could never be seen out trolling in a bar looking for a hookup. Not with being the head of the PTA, and winning the mother of the year award, for the last three years running, for all the hours she'd spent volunteering at both the school and with her son's hockey team.
Sadly, this was how she had to handle it. Alone, in a motel room in the middle of nowhere on the way to another hockey tournament, she'd been forced to try everything she could think of to get her poor little muffin humming.
"Hmmm," she purred, as she plowed her pussy with her big, pink friend; what she wouldn't give for even one night of no holds barred sex, with almost anyone who could give her what she needed. She was desperate enough that she wouldn't care what they looked like, if they were as old as her grandfather or as young as her son, as long as they could make her come good and hard, she'd be happy to take them on.
Snickering to herself at the naughty turn her thoughts were taking, as she felt the tiniest little tingle begin to race through her sex, at this point, she knew she'd be happy to fuck the whole hockey team if they'd let her.
Finally, she felt it, the sweet, merciful all-encompassing zip she'd been aching for, tingling through her sex and racing through her veins like an electric shock. Licking her lips, she quietly hissed at first as she came, "Oh, yesss, yesss, yesss!" But it just felt so overwhelming to finally have it happen, that she threw back her head, and let out a piercing cry, "Oh, fuck me, yesss!"
Oh wow! Such an incredibly euphoric feeling, the way her legs were shaking, and her heart was pounding, was like she'd run a marathon. With a shaky hand, she slid her toy out of her pussy, tossed it aside, and let her head fall back on the pillow, her breath still coming in short tight gasps, she slowly began to smile, as it occurred to her just how naughty she'd become.
Completely zoned out, letting her eyes drift shut, after climaxing that hard, she nearly jumped out of her skin when someone started banging on the door, calling out, "You okay in there, Mrs. Rider?"
Oh, no, not now
. Of course, it had to be Tommy Flynn. He had the deepest voice, and the most amazing body she'd ever seen, especially for a nineteen-year-old kid.
Slipping into her pale pink, thigh-high robe, struggling to tie it, she gave up and just held it closed, so she could slide the chain lock off the door to try and get him to stop the relentless banging.
Once she'd pulled it open, the way he eyed her and started to smile, a very teasing, sexy smile, glancing down, she realized he must have noticed her nipples. Rock hard and still aching, and poking at her thin silk robe, they were pretty obvious. Taking a whiff of the room, it was also pretty obvious what she'd been up to. Unless he had problems with his nose, he had to be able to detect the unmistakable scent of sex in the air.
Eyeing her in her little silk robe, she looked so enticing, Tommy took the liberty of stepping inside and locking the door behind him. "I heard you scream, and wondered if you were okay."
Taking a quick glance around to be sure she was alone, his eyes popped and his cocked lurched in his jeans when he spied her vibrator on the bed, slicked up with her juices. Knowing what she'd been up to, grinning like the devil himself, he took a step closer, and reached out and ran a finger along her jaw. "You know, you're a really good-looking woman, Mrs. Rider. And now that you're on your own, I bet you get lonely sometimes."
Lost in the heat of his big brown eyes, all she could was nod. "Sometimes, I do," she whispered as he dropped his hand and teased her, brushing it back and forth across her tender nipple, igniting an alarming little shock wave that shot straight to her pussy.
"Maybe I could help you with that," he whispered against her lips. Before she realized what was happening, he was pressing his lips to hers and sliding his tongue into her mouth and gently tugging both her nipples through her robe. "You know, I've pictured you naked so many times," he told her as he licked into mouth and started thrusting his pelvis against her belly, still toying with her tits. "Do you know what it does to me, when I imagine your warm, soft body naked in my arms?" When she shook her head, staring at him wide-eyed, he slowly smiled. "This." He took her hand and ran it along the length of what was nearly bulging out of his jeans, making her gasp. "I get so hard every time I think of what it would be like to spread your legs and sink my cock into your sweet little pussy, it makes me crazy."
"Oooh," Connie crooned, clenching her thighs together tight as she imagined how incredible it would feel to experience something so deliciously wicked, especially with a hot young stud like him.
Still making love to her mouth, Tommy let his hand trail hand down over her belly, slipped it between her legs and began to caress her tingling flesh, sliding his fingers over her juicy little pussy. Then he really had her gasping when he pushed a finger inside her and began to slide it in and out. "Damn, Mrs. Rider, you're drenched. Feels like you're just aching to be fucked."
He wasn't wrong. Running her hands through his thick, dark hair, pulling him in even closer, as he kept working his finger in and out, though she knew she really should be pushing him away, she opened her eyes, looked into his, and told him the truth. "I just can't take it anymore. I have these needs that need to be met, and..."