(This is the latest installment of the 'Tuition Time' and 'Reese and David' series. I hope you enjoy the latest adventure between Reese, a sexy mature woman who teaches 3rd grade and David, a tall hard-bodied young many recently graduated from college.)
What with school not starting back for another week even for teachers I still had a few free days on my hands. So I had myself into a zone where I had to clean everything in the house. I left my two worst household chores for last, dusting and ironing. I'm one of those that often only dusts a shelf unit or anything on a wall as far up as I can see. David, my live-in lover for the last couple of months, learned early on with his well over six foot towering frame he'd see all that dust at his eye-level. He had commented on that once. I plainly told him if he wanted to dust up that high, he could go for it.
So far he'd never offered.
Being in the 'zone' I even made my way through that disgusting chore and reached up as far as I could on my bare tip toes to at least make a pass at wiping everything I could possibly reach. That done, it still left me with my most detested chore of all...ironing! The real disgust with this chore always starts with how the stupid ironing board makes a horrid scraping metallic noise when I set it up. Add to that I never seem to be able to get it set to the right height. Sometimes it's too high, making my shoulders ache or down too low, making me bend over the board hurting my lower back. I got it pretty much set right this time so I dove right in and switched on the iron. While it was heating up I went to the fridge and fixed myself a cold glass of iced tea. As I took a healthy swig some of the condensation on the glass dripped down onto my neck and trickled under my top. The cool liquid made my skin tingle and when I looked down I not surprisingly found my nipples were standing up boldly. Of course they more easily peeked through my top as I wasn't wearing a bra. In fact, except for work I rarely ever did wear one, but why bother? My puny boobs didn't need much support. I wasn't blessed with huge knockers like my mom and baby sister had been. I was still proud of my tiny round mounds of pleasure though, especially since my very huge, puffy and sensitive nipples, for me, made up for the lack of boob size.
I was very tempted to pinch one as I stared down at them both standing up so obviously excited. But I had work to do I told myself. I smiled and shook my head.
Sitting my glass back on the kitchen counter I went over to the laundry basket and picked up the first of David's shirts. I smoothed it flat on the ironing board then standing with the hot iron in my hand, I let myself daydream for a moment. I realized I hadn't left the house all day so I was still wearing a thin white camisole-type top and my shortest denims shorts. It was an outfit much skimpier and daring than I'd ever wear out in public, not to mention I had on no underwear at all. For some reason that simple thought got another tingle out of me, but a warm arousal also made its way through my body. The shiver ran all the way up to the hot iron in my hand as I pictured David coming home and seeing me in that outfit. Being his normal easily aroused self I pictured him taking me right there in the kitchen.
I was about to put the iron down and shove my hand into my shorts...again I shook my head.
As much as I hate ironing I hate having wrinkled dress clothes even more. I have also found myself wanting my man to look his best on his new job, now that he'd graduated college. He had joined this company in the last month and had quickly become one of the most respected young administrators in the regional office. His friendliness and reliability quickly cemented his popularity among staff and management alike. Of course, I knew from very first-hand experience it was impossible to resist his charms.
With that I grinned inside and out...then started daydreaming again. I imagined David's large hands all over my body...that tingle over my skin reemerged, but now it went much deeper down to a very private place. This time I did run my free hand down the front of my shorts...
But once more, I shook my head and went back to ironing.
Okay, yes, I could afford the laundering bill if I'd take his shirts and my blouses to the cleaners. It would save me the dreaded chore, but the cheapskate I was or what I prefer to call myself, the 'thirty person', came out in me. Why should I pay someone good money to do something I could just as easily do and in many cases do better or at least the very way I wanted? That was really it, not the money, the perfection. I'd tried a couple of the local cleaners, but I usually ended up pressing them again myself because I usually found some stray wrinkle or some crease I didn't like. So my normal perfectionist persona won out as I couldn't stand the thought of David running around in wrinkled shirts.
So my most dreaded chore had become a routine so I could have my man looking his best. Diligently I worked on each of David's dress shirts, tediously smoothing out every wrinkle and putting sharp creases on the sleeves. Even as I did, I found it difficult to concentrate on the chore at hand. I had other things popping into my mind as I touched his shirts, like my young lover that wore them...and his hard naked body.
David and I had been together for nearly four months and well over a month of that we'd been living together. He had made me feel so alive and so young again. The over twenty year difference in our ages only meant to me that I had a man who could keep me satisfied sexually if not nearly every day, most nights and long into the early hours of the morning. Even then he could take that 'morning wood' of his and perform again without any effort at all. Of course I loved my man for more than just his sexual prowess and stamina, but you can't fault a forty-plus year old woman for thoroughly enjoying that part of the relationship, too!
The tingle between my legs returned.
My cunty, as I fondly call my female sex, started to get moist at the thought of what I would be doing with my lover later, with any luck. But I also knew my man was down to his last dress shirt for his day job and the 'Ironing Fairy' had not paid a visit in a few days.
"Damn, you're sexy." A voice called out behind me.
I admit I jumped a little, but I didn't want David to know he had taken me totally by surprise.
"Thank you, my dear." I called back calmly to my lover without looking.
"You sure do a thorough job you know. My shirts always look so good." I heard David's voice much closer realizing he was walking up behind me. I looked back at him over the frame of my eyeglasses and found him very obviously staring at my ass in my tight denim cut-offs. Not surprisingly my glance came across the almost ever-present bulge in his pants.
"Well, I still have work to do," I made a few more passes over the shirt with the hot iron. "See you later."
I grinned knowing full well if I let him he'd grab me and have his way with me right there in the kitchen.
"Are you teasing me?" He asked standing almost right behind me by then. I could feel his warm breath on my neck.
I ignored him and kept on ironing, although I did wiggle my backside back at him. I was being a bit of a cock tease I know, but I so enjoyed playing with David. I always enjoyed playing with him. At the same I was determined not to let him stop me from finishing my chores.
"Damn you! You're driving me crazy and you know it!" I felt his arousal rub up against my shorts, right up the middle of the seam.
"So, would you like me to finish ironing your shirts later?" I eased back into him more, moving my butt up and around.
Suddenly, his lust exploded and he grabbed me, pulling me back against his long, lean body. He kissed me on my bare neck, under my ponytail. His pelvis ground against me as I reached back with my free hand and grabbed his taut ass, pulling him harder against me, horny lust taking me over. The hot iron was still in my other hand.
His cock bulged through his dress pants and into my jeans shorts.
He was so hard!
My skin came alive at the sensation and my body was prepared to indulge in sexual fun regardless of what my mind told me was left to do with my chores. His soft lips played on my tingling skin. All I was good for at that point was dissolving into our mutual lustful feelings. One of his hands went up the back of my neck and his kisses became more passionate. His other hand had made its way around my front and up under my top.
"I'd like to see more of you right now." He whispered in my ear.
"How much more?" I purred at him, playfully squeezing his gorgeously tight backside.
"You are just so damn hot! I want to see it all." He pulled me backward slightly and I reclined against his chest. "I have to be the luckiest guy on the planet." His arms encircled me and his hand cupped my breast. He held it from underneath, my nipple captured between a thumb and forefinger. As it swelled under his touch he pinched it more firmly and I lifted my pelvis to meet his other gently exploring hand for his fingers had slipped under the waistband of my shorts and grazed my trimmed strip of pubic hair. He eased his long fingers down further, pressing until he opened my lips gently.
"Ahhhh," I drew in a deep breath, my back arching.
I felt his long hard cock press into my back as I moved my legs further apart letting his fingers play over the outer lips of my sex. He made me feel so soft and deliciously warm as he ran his tongue down the nape of my neck. My heart pounded in my chest and all the time he pushed his erection into the small of my back I could feel its intense heat. Suddenly I felt a flutter as David's fingertip tapped on my clitty. My head snapped forward, little sounds of satisfaction escaping my lips as he teased me.
