Eleanor awoke very slowly and painfully around 3:30 the next afternoon. The TV was still on and she was still slumped in her chair. Two empty, and one half empty, champagne bottles lay on the floor nearby. Her nightgown was open, and there was the strong aroma of lust and a slight stickiness between her thighs. There was also that familiar salty taste on her lips again.
She couldn't remember much about the night before. She did recall something about the "beach", her friends in Jamaica and a tall, sexy young man; but it was all very fuzzy.
She stripped and stumbled to the shower. The hot water helped to clear her head a little but she could still remember no details. She was better able to get her bearings once she dressed and ate.
Eleanor found Thomas in the family room, channel surfing on the couch. She stood near the door, watching him as she sipped her coffee. Something wasn't quite…"right"…but she couldn't quite figure it out. He startled her when he spoke:
"Another ruff night, huh?" he smirked without even looking up, "you might wanna take it easy or you might hurt yourself!"
"Fresh!" she snapped at him before turning on her heals and leaving the room. Eleanor could hear him laughing out loud as she left passed through the kitchen.
"These damn American chil'ren have no respect for elders!" she thought to herself. But as she walked back to her room she realized that thinking about Thomas made her feel a little strange. She didn't actually see him as a child; but she'd tried ever since she first saw him, not to think of him as the attractive, young man that he was.
Eleanor wandered around the house for a while, nit picking at things here and there, before finally going back to her room. She straightened and rearranged a few things, opening a window and removing all traces of her drinking binges.
Becoming bored with her task after a few minutes, and still not feeling 100%, Eleanor decided to lie down and take a nap. But she just couldn't get thoughts of Thomas out of her head.
And just by chance, at that moment Thomas was also thinking of Eleanor; especially of all the things he could do to her. Originally he had intended to only get a few pictures and blackmail her into getting off of his back. But his revenge against her was working out much better than he had anticipated; he was actually enjoying this!
Thomas' parents had raised him to be a gentleman: mannerly and respectful to everyone. But every now and then he'd allow the "bad boy" in him to surface and take control; and when it did – watch out! He was more than happy to unleash his wildness on Eleanor, because as far as he was concerned she deserved it.
Back in her room, Eleanor was dreaming again about her "young Jamaican". They were racing around the curves and turns of the Jamaican hills overlooking the ocean. Her young lover recklessly sped over the dangerous roads in a red European convertible; she took great delight in how he did all this just to impress her. She loved when a man pursued her.
He brought the car to screeching halt at the highest point, just inches from the edge of the cliff, and turned all his attentions to her. Softly, but firmly he pulled her close to him, sliding his large hands over her knees and thighs.
"No, please…" she whispered, feigning resistance, as she parted her legs and gave into him. She threw her head back and surrendered completely.
He nuzzled her neck and earlobes, before bringing his lips to hers. He ferociously probed her mouth with his tongue, while his hands fondled her breasts and thighs. The moisture and tingle in her cunt was instantaneous.
"Yes, baby!" she cried out in her dream, "take me! Ya makin' me crazy!"
"You might wanna take it easy, hon," he whispered, "you might hurt yourself!"
"Ohmigod!" she thought, "I know that voice." When she raised her head again, her employers' son, Thomas, had replaced her unknown, Jamaican lover. She froze as he continued to have his way with her…
In her bedroom, Eleanor moaned loudly in her sleep, her left hand buried in her panties, while the right twisted and pinched her erect nipples. She awoke from her dream, sitting up straight in bed. Her fingers continued to play with her throbbing clit. She needed satisfaction now!
Eleanor fell back into her pillow, giving in completely to the fantasy and her burning desire for Thomas. With her eyes tightly shut, legs spread with knees up, and toes all curled towards the ceiling, she pulled her silk panties aside and massaged her swollen lips with both hands. In her head she allowed Thomas to continue having his way with her.
"Come, baby," she purred and pleaded, "don' make me wait nah more for ya! Don' make me wait nah more!"
She bucked and thrust her hips upwards and sideways, causing the headboard to shake and tap rhythmically against the wall. The sound caught Thomas' attention as he stepped into the kitchen for a drink.
He slowly tipped to her bedroom door and listened. Turning off the lights behind him, he crouched and gently turned the doorknob, allowing the door to open about ¼ of an inch. From this vantage point, he could see the left side of her bed, and a clear view of Eleanor from the waist down.
His cock began to grow almost instantly from what he was able to see and hear. He freed his 10" monster from his sweats and vigorously stroked himself as he watched her get herself off. And it didn't take very long for either of them.
Eleanor came first: hard and loud! So hard that she nearly fainted. Thomas shot his load into his hands, and quickly went to his room to clean up, fearing that she might come out and catch him. But also because he wanted to put the next phase of his plan into motion.
It was almost 11:30 that evening when Eleanor got up again. This time she felt much better than the first time. She even felt refreshed.
She changed into her nightgown before going to the kitchen to prepare a small snack. She was sitting at the counter eating, when she heard the television in the family room. Thinking that Thomas would have been in bed already, she got up to go and check on it.
