Smiling sexily at him in the semi darkness, she lay back across the table and watched as he slid both hands slowly up her legs. Up over her black silk stockings as he stood between her wide-open legs, now slightly trembling at his touch. She felt very excited to be the object of a young mans desires.
She watched the intense expression of pleasure on his face as he felt that softest of soft bare flesh at the top of her legs. That cool feel of skin that was even softer than her silk stockings themselves. He stroked it gently with both his thumbs as he lingered and longed to drag his tongue lovingly up the inside of each thigh in turn and to make her moan for him. Make her run wild with desire, if only they had the time to play some lovers games.
And then on upward moving his hands to those few pubic whisks of dark hair that curled out from the sides of her damp silk underwear. This was too thick a bush to hide under such a flimsy patch of silk. This bush was a positive thicket. It was a place to loose oneself in, a place of hot sweet damp with the heady scent of wantonness in the air. This was a place to thrill and pleasure a young man like himself to the full. This was a place to suck him in and blow him out in bubbles of delicious cummy cum.
John slowly pulled her midnight blue panties down as she obligingly lifted her backside off the table. Holding him tightly in her arms she whispered urgently, "Please do me quickly, before someone finds us in here!"
With her panties down around ankles she rolled over and lay prostrate across the kitchen table with her feet firmly on the floor and her outstretched hands holding onto the far edge of the tabletop.
John thrust a finger up that beautiful hairy pussy as it pouted at him from between the top of her legs. She gasped loudly, urging him to take her quickly. He positioned himself behind her and dropping his pants sank his aching cock all the way into her hole and wallowed in its wet warmth.
"God you feel so good!" John managed to say as he fucked her slowly at first, relishing her soft silky womanhood. It felt so open and willing, and begging him to use it for both their mutual pleasures. He had no idea how old she was, only that she was at least a good ten or fifteen years older than himself. Could even have been more, it was difficult to know in the semi darkness of that small kitchen, at a party where he didn't know anyone to even ask about her.
She was going to cum. She kept telling him so in desperate pleadings as he tightened his grip on her hips, and rode her every stroke of that wonderful way to a photo finish and a perfect 'dead heat climax.'
Finally her throaty cry of 'Yes,' brought him off in a great shower of sperm that made them both shudder with each renewed jet of the precious seed being sprayed it into her thirsty cunt, till all was spent and they could at last disentangled themselves.
"I must see you again." John said, hoping to get to know her better, kissing her desperately, trying to win her over.
"It's not possible I'm afraid." she insisted. "I live with my partner and we never go anywhere but together."
"Well you must go out shopping on your own sometimes, maybe we could...?"
"No!" she insisted. "Look, I don't even know who you are? I don't think I can ever remember being had by someone I didn't even know his or her name." She now felt quite angry with herself.
"John ... John Kilner."
"Well John Kilner, I'm called Pat. Patricia Webster." She now laughed rather shyly, thinking it was all a bit too late in the day for introductions at this conclusive stage of the evening. She pulled up her panties and tried to make herself respectable. "Look I must get back to my partner before he comes to find me."
"Can I ring you then?" John asked hopefully.
She paused for a second then asked, "Only if you promise to play by my rules?"
"Yes of course, anything you want."
She walked over to the kitchen dresser and found an old mug with several pens and pencils in it. A small tare off note pad lay beside the mug and she wrote a number down. "Here you are, but you can only ring me at work on my mobile during the lunch break from twelve to one. Can you promise to do that?"
John told her she need have no worries and without even asking where she lived or worked they left the kitchen and went their own ways.
It was a week later that he rang the mobile phone number she had given him at the allotted hour of twelve. He had wanted to ring her long before this but thought she may not be too keen to hear from him so soon after filling her up with his hot sauce over that kitchen table. Better, he thought, to give her time to maybe want a little more of the same. He knew he was desperate to have her again, but she may not be so keen to be had by him.
Patricia Webster pretended to have forgotten who he was, and John painfully had to try and remind her of when they had met.
"Oh yes, I remember now!" she said coolly, sounding not at all enthusiastic at hearing from him again.
"I wondered if we might meet" John asked, crossing his fingers in hope. "I'd love to see you again."
She paused for a long time and then asked, "Do you know where the cinema is, going out of town?" John said he did.
"Well on the opposite side of the road about fifty yards along are some large Victorian houses. I live on the top floor of number ninety-eight. If you left your car in the cinema car park you could cross over the road and call on me tonight sometime after eight."
"Wonderful!" John told her as she hurriedly hung up her phone.
