"Go on in, I'll be up in a second," Mrs. Larson told Bobby when he arrived. Even in heavy-duty leather gloves, the woman looked sexy. Her tank top was tight, white, and it was obvious to Bobby that Mrs. Larson had opted not to wear a bra that day; her nipples poked out against the sheer fabric stretched over them quite visibly. Bobby made an effort not to stare as he made his way past her, up the cobblestone path to her front door. She turned back to her roses as he passed, allowing him a second or two to steal a glimpse of her ass in those shorts...the ones that seemed to be so popular with the women in the neighborhood that summer, ridiculously short and skin-tight...only Suzie Larson's were white, and the outline of a thong could be viewed as clearly as those perky nipples of hers.
When Bobby got inside, he did plopped himself down on the plush leather couch in the foyer, and folded his hands in his lap, waiting patiently. Bobby looked over the room, at the pictures of the family on the coffee table, at the gigantic television in the next room, at the fancy spiral staircase leading up to the second floor, and the bedrooms.
It wasn't long before Mrs. Larson came inside, tossing her gloves down on the little wooden bench next to the door. "Lemme just go get that for you," she said with a smile. Bobby watched the sway of her hips, and of that taut ass of hers, as she walked. He would wait only a minute for his friends,
one minute
, and no longer...he wasn't even sure he could wait
that
long.
Suzie Larson reemerged from the kitchen with a small stack of envelopes. "Sorry about that," she said, "I'm just not sure how the mailman can keep mixing these up!"
"Yeah, I guess there's no competency test for delivering snail mail," Bobby said, hoping Mrs. Larson would laugh at the joke. She didn't, but at least smiled politely. Bobby loved that smile, so even and bright, teeth not too big, not too small...perfect. Jessica had the same smile, but the dimples in Suzie Larson's face made her's the more compelling one.
And suddenly, Bobby couldn't think of a damn word to say in the way of small talk. How was he supposed to stall for time if he couldn't think of anything to say?! For a full 30 seconds, the two of them stood there in silence, the foyer becoming more eerie with each passing moment of silence the two endured.
Finally, Mrs. Larson was the one to break the tension. "Well, I've still got a lot of work to do," she said matter-of-factly. "Just be sure your father gets those, they look important. And say hi to your mother for me, too, will you?" The statuesque older woman began making her way up the stairs, then, still swaying, almost as a subconscious gesture of her confidence.
Stop, come back down,
thought Bobby through the Ring.
In mid-step, Mrs. Larson ceased her climb up the stairs. She turned to face him again, and with slow, deliberate footfalls she came back into the foyer. "Something the matter?" she asked, so sweetly that for a moment Bobby wasn't sure he could go through with what he had in mind...but one more long look up and down the woman's fabulous body, and Bobby decided he couldn't resist.
"No, no, nothing the matter," Bobby said, even as he thought,
Maybe you should perform a striptease for me...right here...or over there, in your living room...I'll follow you in.
When he felt the pang of guilt, he added,
you've always loved displaying yourself for the neighborhood boys, haven't you? Why not indulge yourself in a private display ,right now?
"Huh," was all Suzie said before heading in that same slow, deliberate manner towards the living room. She passed through the entryway a few seconds ahead of Bobby, so for a moment she was out of sight. When Bobby stepped into the living room, though, he was greeted with more than just a lovely sight.
Suzie Larson had already peeled away her sweaty tank top, and tossed it at Bobby's face as he came in. It landed perfectly, draping itself across his cheeks and nose and forehead. When he pulled the shirt away, he saw that Suzie had knelt across the back of one of the sofas, and was slowly sliding her bare torso across the sofa's velvety edge. She turned and stood, slowly, revealing first one exquisite breast, and then another. When she'd come to be fully standing, she thumbed at her tight cotton shorts, and slowly peeled them away from her hips, sliding them down towards the floor, rocking and undulating those hips as she did.
In a moment, the shorts hit the carpet, and Mrs. Larson stood before him clad in naught but a tiny red thong, made of some shiny material or other, probably silk. She swayed and danced there for a moment, just for Bobby, her hands roaming her torso, tracing her flawless muscular abdomen, cupping one breast, taking one tender nipple between thumb and forefinger, and giving it a little twist before allowing that hand to drift up her shoulder, over her neck, to fling a lock of her hair.
Why don't you...lay back on that sofa there, and really let those hands explore?
Bobby thought, dimly aware of his already-lengthening member. Suzie made her way around the sofa, still swaying, and lowered herself onto it, backwards, sliding back until she'd met the cushions.
A knock at the door interrupted Bobby's private show; Suzie appeared startled...no,
terrified
at that sound, as though she feared someone might come home early and catch her in this psychotic act...
Bobby hurried to answer the door, worried that somehow his spell might be broken if he wasn't back in time. Tim and Andrew had showed up, after all, and not a moment too soon. "Okay, man, what the fuck are we doing here, what couldn't wait?" Without one word of explanation, Bobby dragged them both to the living room. Tim and Andrew barked in protest until they came to see what Bobby found so urgent. Suzie Larson's legs were splayed out almost in a splits, now. The manicured nails of one hand pinched back the red fabric of her thong, while the fingertips of the other worked in slow, small circles over her delicate folds. Her eyes were shut, now, her lower lip sucked up into her mouth. She bit down on it even as she cooed and giggled in enjoyment.
It was obvious to Bobby that neither of his friends had even the foggiest idea what the fuck to do with what lay before them, and on any other day, Bobby wouldn't have known what to do either. But now, he had the Ring...now he was capable of anything. So he strode over to the side of the couch where Suzie lay sprawled out, crawled up on it, and slid towards her on his knees.
Don't stop
, he thought, through the Ring. So Suzie didn't stop pleasuring herself for a moment, not even as Bobby hovered his midsection over her glamour-model face. "Mmmm, well hello there Mister," she said, half-lidded eyes giving him an appraising up-and-down glance.
Without an invitation and without a moment's pause, Bobby tugged down the fabric at the front of his basketball shorts, causing his cock to pop out from beneath the elastic waistband. What came next barely even crossed Bobby's mind, but it must've been enough, because as Bobby lowered the head of his cock to her face, her puffy lips parted and out came her tongue, long and pink, to tease at the sensitive corona and underside of Bobby's member. With a silly grimace on his face, Bobby thrust his hips forward, sliding himself against those luscious lips, which became wetter and wetter the more she lashed her tongue about. Soon Bobby dipped himself into Suzie Larson's mouth, and she in turn craned her neck and shoved herself upward a bit, deepthroating Bobby's entire length. He could hear little gagging noises coming from the bombshell cougar's throat, could feel the tightness of her swallow/gag reflex...he pulled away, but the older woman refused to stop, thrashing her head forth, then snapping it back, mouth wide open, tongue hanging out over the lower lip. Bobby gave an involuntary groan in spite of himself, taken aback as he was by Suzie's performance.
The sight of it was more than either Tim or Andrew could handle, though, at least not without inching closer. Suzie's muffled groans were music to their ears, and to Bobby's as well; at that moment, those gurgling sighs were the greatest...no, the
hottest
thing any of them had ever heard.
Suzie's dark curls made for a very erratic, constantly-moving frame for her face, and for the action as well...from the side it might've appeared that Bobby's dick was dipping into a large mass of tangled black hair. But from Bobby's perspective, the jumping curls completed the picture. Suzie grasped the base of Bobby's shaft in one hand, and began turning her head side to side, smearing her lips and wet cheeks and chin over the head and corona of Bobby's cock. Her wet skin was incredible, and Bobby found himself groaning much more frequently.
Lest this magnificent moment should end too abruptly, Bobby sent the transmission via his Ring:
Stop a moment, why don't we switch positions? Why don't you settle in my lap?
And with that, Bobby plopped down onto the couch. Suzie leapt up with a speed and agility none of them knew the woman even possessed, ripped the basketball shorts away ferociously, and straddled Bobby's lap, one hand still clinging to his shaft.
The soft wet tightness that gripped Bobby as Suzie lowered herself onto him as enough to illicit a not just a gasp, but a choking sort of compound-gasp. He had not been expecting...
that
!
Mrs. Larson's pussy was tight as a vice grip, hotter than
hell
