The feeling wouldn't go away β and neither would the flashes of fantasy in her head.
Jennifer shut the car off and headed for the back door of the house. She was certain that every bit of what she was imagining was written plain as day on her blushing face. Thankfully, her son's truck and motorcycle were both absent, so he wasn't home to see her in such a state.
The new intern at work was fresh out of college, handsome, fit, and his voice alone gave her shivers and made her pussy ache. Running into him in the copy room a few minutes before the end of day had proved to be a trial. He engaged her with a little mild flirting, and it had an effect, to say the least.
Safely inside the house, she dropped her purse on top of the kitchen bar. She sighed as she sat down in a chair at the table and kicked off her heels. She really needed to take care of herself, but she had no idea when Josh would be home.
She reached up and ran the tip of her finger over her stiff left nipple through her top. They had more or less been that way since Michael had walked into the copy room. What's more, he'd noticed, and she'd noticed him noticing.
The touch and the memory set off a spike of arousal that caused her to whimper and cup a hand between her legs. She shuddered and then muttered under her breath, "What a day I picked to go braless."
The slightest hint of movement in her peripheral vision caused Jennifer to glance that way. Her eyes widened and she gasped. Her son's friend Jamie was standing in the hallway watching her with a lusty smile.
Jennifer quickly snatched her hand from between her legs and covered her breasts with her arms. Her face instantly felt as if it was on fire.
"Sorry," Jamie said. His smile said something
far
different from his words.
Jennifer put her hands down on the table when some part of her brain alerted her that covering herself that way was nearly as shameful as why she'd done it in the first place.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, and her face
somehow
got even hotter when she heard the titter in her voice.
Jamie answered, "We were playing Counter Strike when Darnell called and said his car broke down in Springfield. Josh went to give him a ride back home. You just missed him. I was still in the match, so I got the
W
, and then I was going to head home."
Her thoughts a jumbled, embarrassed mess, Jennifer desperately searched for something to say in preparation to flee. Then suddenly, her racing thoughts all evaporated as she watched Jamie reach down to adjust the considerable bulge in his shorts.
She had no idea how long she'd been staring at his crotch with her mouth hanging open in shock before she realized what she was doing. She snapped her gaze to Jamie's face to see his expression was even hungrier than before.
The delicious young man walked toward the table where she was sitting β causing her heart to beat rapidly.
He said, "Josh is going to be gone at least an hour. Anything I can do for you?"
Jennifer heard herself say, "W-what do you mean?"
He answered, "Oh, maybe crawl under the table and lick your pussy until you scream?"
Jennifer gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. She knew full well that Jamie was a man-whore. He didn't try to hide it whatsoever. He frequently flirted with her β irritating her son. Still, she couldn't believe he was so brazenly propositioning her.
"I... You... That..." she stammered while trying to rebuke him, but the words kept catching in her throat. His hand was between his legs again, and it was all she could do to keep from looking down directly at what he was doing.
"Yeah?" Jamie asked while sliding out a chair. The legs made a chattering creak as they slid across the floor β well back from the table.
She quickly shook her head, unable to form the word.
"You sure?" he asked while crouching down.
"Don't," she said in a small voice. It didn't sound convincing to her at all.
He apparently felt the same, because he slid under the table.
All the appropriate responses to that flooded her head.
Stop!
Get out!
Don't touch me!
Not a single one of them passed her lips, though.
Before she knew it, she could feel his hands on her calves. Her heart raced. Her breathing quickened. His hands slid higher, curling around to the inside of her legs. In a last fit of propriety and common sense, she reached under the table and stopped his hands at her knees.
"You know you want this," his sensual voice said from beneath the table. There was a hint of a growl when he added, "God, I fucking want it."
Jennifer whimpered and shivered as a chill raced all through her. Her warding hands weakened, and almost instantly, Jamie's continued their upward journey, reaching her thighs.
That's when her inhibitions drifted away like wisps of smoke.
Her hands moved from her knees to the buttons at the back of her skirt. She quivered again when he growled, "Oh fuck yeah."
He was tugging at her skirt before she even managed to deal with both of the buttons. As soon as it was loose enough, he insistently pulled on her skirt. Jennifer lifted her butt to allow him to slide the garment down. In no time, it slithered over her feet.