“Gee Mrs. Watson your beautiful.”
Gloria Watson swung around to find young Tommy Jackson smiling at her. “Why thank you Tommy, what brought that on.”
Tommy grinned, “I’ve been walking behind you here in the supermarket for the last five minutes. I couldn`t help saying what I was thinking. You have a beautiful body. Your legs are long and curvy. I like the way your bottom jiggles when you walk.”
“My god you’re a cheeky young thing, telling an old married woman things like that,” she whispered.
“You’re not old and being married doesn’t change the way you look, your sexy.”
“How old are you Tommy?” she asked trying to change the subject.
“I’m eighteen; I’m in Shelia’s class at school. She has the most beautiful mum in town.”
Gloria Watson looked around to see if anyone was watching or listening to their conversation. She spied Sally Mooney heading towards them “here comes Mrs. Mooney,” she whispered.
“All right, but your still the sexiest mum in town and I’m going to tell you so every time we meet,” he said as he waved to Mrs. Mooney and left.
Gloria spoke to Sally Mooney for a while then continued shopping. She was surprised when from behind the refrigerated section Tommy whispered, “You really are very beautiful.” She looked around and saw that no one was near. Turning to Tommy she whispered, “thank you, but this has got to stop. We will get into trouble.”
He smiled at her. “I would like to get you into trouble if you know what I mean. But honestly, I’ll never cause trouble for you; I just want you to know how I feel when I see you. It is hard to describe what you do to me. You are magnificent,” He blushed, “you make me horny.”
“Stop it, you shouldn`t be talking like this,” she whispered.
“Why? I think you are the horniest woman in town, I think it every time I see you. Why shouldn’t I tell you?”
That evening Gloria Watson sat sipping a glass of red wine looking over at her husband Roy who was snoring in front of the TV. He never tells me I am sexy or that I make him horny, she thought as she recalled young Tommy Jackson’s words in the supermarket.
She smiled to herself. It was nice to have someone admire her and tell her she was beautiful. It had been too long since anyone had paid her such lavish compliments.
He is a cheeky young bugger she thought. He shouldn’t be talking about my legs and bottom or calling me horny. I am old enough to be his mother.
As the evening wore on, she drank the rest of the bottle of wine. Her husband sleeping in his chair did not see her rub her hands over her pussy as she thought of the possibility of young Tommy trying to make love to her. Her heart skipped a beat would it be possible at her age to have a horny young lover.
She slipped her dress higher and pulled her panties aside. She slid two fingers into her now moist pussy. She felt hot. Her face was flushed. Her finger rolled her clit making her legs straighten. Her fingers were moving faster.
She was breathing heavy, watching to see that her husband did not waken. I haven’t done this since I was a kid, she thought, that young bugger got to me today.
Her body moved to the beat of her fingers. She slid off her chair onto the floor. Her fingers kept working as she dreamed of young Toms hard body pressed to hers,
A shudder hit her, “bloody hell I`m going to come,” she groaned. Her body jumped as she came, She was moaning aloud now her husband forgotten as she whispered, “oh Tommy, oh Tommy.” As she felt her moisture leak down on to her leg.
Tommy was unaware of the effect his words and actions had had on Mrs. Watson. He was at the local old people’s nursing home. His mother worked at the home and Tommy called to pick her up after work whenever he could.
In recent weeks, he had started talking to and old Asian man who always sat alone on the nursing home porch. Gradually they became good friends. Tommy brought him cigarettes and toilet items from the local supermarket as well as helping him walk in the garden while they waited for his mum to finish work
One afternoon the old man questioned Tom about his love life. He expressed surprise when Tom reluctantly admitted he was a virgin. “You a virgin,” he said, “you’re young and handsome. You’re strong, you must want a woman.”
“Oh, I want a woman all right,” Tom said, “but they don’t seem to want me.”
“They will want you if you treat them right,” the old man had said with a laugh.
“What do you mean treat them right?”
“You must treat them with respect; make them feel they are special. Be confident, be a man but be gracious and loving. Every woman wants to know you think she is beautiful. She will sleep with you if you show her admiration and respect. Do not let her think you are only after sex. Make her believe you find her special”.
Every afternoon he spoke of women and sex. “Don’t forget the older women. As they grow older, they see younger women that are more beautiful and feel lost. Their husbands gradually loose interest in them. They neglect them and forget to tell them how much they love them.”
You try,” he whispered, when the head nurse went past. “Tell her. Her hair is nice.”
Tommy smiled. “Hullo Mrs. Johnston is that a new hair do? You’re looking very nice today.” Mrs. Johnston, who rarely stopped and talked, stopped and pushed her hand up under her hair on her neck.
“No, I haven’t done anything different,” she said as she looked at him closely.
“Well you look great, there is something different about you.”
She smiled warmly at them both. “Oh it must be my new perfume,”
When she left the old man said, “That was fine but you can be more positive, put some feeling into it, make them believe you. Make them reluctant to leave your company. When they stop and talk start to introduce sex.”
“I can’t do that with strangers. I can’t even do that with my dates “
“Yes you can, tell them they have a nice tan, or that you like their pearly white skin. Tell them you like women with long athletic legs Compliment them on looking so good. Everyone has some good points, great eyes, beautiful hair, big breasts. Compliment them on their good parts”
Each afternoon Tommy practiced his compliments until he was sure that Ms Johnston and a few other staff deliberately went out of their way to stroll past where he and the old man sat.
One of the younger nurses a redhead named Belinda made it obvious. More and more of her oversized breasts peaked out of her uniform after Tommy at the old mans urging had commented on them. “Lick your lips when you look at them,” the old man said.
Tommy did and her response to his obvious desire for her breasts was apparent when she started to dress so he could clearly see the shape and size of her breasts. From then on, she wore blouses that always seemed to have more buttons undone.
The next afternoon she walked into the garden.
Tommy welcomed her. “You’re looking very beautiful today,” he said as his eyes roved over her breasts. She smiled and leant so he could see more, “Thank you Tommy you’re a real young gentleman.”
He licked his lips, “you make me very excited.”
“Do I now?”
“Yes you have a beautiful body. I love your shape it makes me hot.” She looked around to see if anyone was watching. “You deserve a kiss for being so nice,” she said as she took his arm and lent into kiss him.
Tommy kissed her back letting his hand fall on to her breasts,”oh,” she whispered, “that’s nice.” He took her words as a lead and ran his hand under her breast rolling his finger over her nipple.
The homes PA system broke the quiet calling her to emergency. She kissed him again. “See you tomorrow,” she groaned as she ran to the path.
