Donna Carter had a hard time believing how she had acted when Danny had made his advances towards her. The fact that she had acted like a wanton slut made her shut her eyes; it also made her nipples stiff with desire.
Three days after Danny fucked her on the couch she had computer problems, and called the company that did the on sight service. She had been drinking all morning, and had been trying on a sexy dress that she was planning on wearing for her husband. She had another drink, and tried on another dress; one that was scandalously short, ending just above her thigh high stockings and low cut enough in the front where the edge of her bra was clearly visible and her deep, pale cleavage was pushed up and out.
There was a knock at the door, and Donna did not even think to put on a robe. She walked to the front door and blinked at the two black men standing there. "Umm, hi, guys, can I help you?" Donna asked. One was older, perhaps in his forty's with fierce brown eyes and a chiseled face. The other was much younger, in his early twenties perhaps, lighter of skin and with piercing blue eyes.
"I'm Sam and this is Ed," the older one said. "We're here for the computer," he said, finally looking up from her cleavage.
For a long moment Donna was frozen in time. He had been looking at her like her neighbor looked at her, and she realized with a shiver that the man's younger helper, Ed, was staring at her the same way - as though she were a piece of meat.
"Umm, come on in guys, I think I'll go change into something more appropriate."
"Oh, that dress is really great on you, you could leave it on," Sam said smoothly, reaching out and touching her bare arm lightly. He saw her blush and look away from him.
"Well, thank you, Sam, that's more of a compliment than my husband has given me in a month."
"Shit, you wear that stuff around me and I'll give you a lot more than compliments," Ed said, and then looked as though he could not believe he had said it.
"I apologize, Mrs. Carter," Sam began, but Donna waved him off.
"Don't worry about it guys, that was actually a pretty good compliment," she said, and tried not to slur. She missed the look they shot each other as she turned to lead them to her husband's office. She pointed to the hard drive, and then showed them where the note was her husband had left.
"You guys want a beer?" Donna said.
"Yeah, that would be great."
Donna nodded, and went to the kitchen. She poured herself a martini first, and then grabbed two beers. Change your dress, something said to her. Those men aren't like your husband - they're like Danny. They will just take what they want, that little voice said, but Donna was to drunk to notice.
She set the beers on the desk, and then went and sat down on the wide leather couch. A moment later Ed joined her, sitting right next to her. He sipped his beer, and looked at her out of his hard blue eyes. Donna met his gaze for a moment, and then looked away.
She looked down, and looked at his crotch, and then almost gasped when she saw a large lump in the boy's crotch.
"I've gotta go out to the truck for a moment," Sam said, taking something from out of the inside of the computer.
Donna Carter tried to keep her hands from trembling as she sat the drink on the table, and as though by magic she found herself staring right at his crotch again. His cock had grown, and was now easily visible
through the thin fabric of his trousers.
"You wanna feel it?" the young man asked insolently. He reached out, grabbed her wrist, and then guided her small hand to his thick, muscular thigh. "Come on, Mrs. Carter, you know you want to feel it," he said softly, and dragged her hand another inch up his thigh.
Donna shook her head, but her breath seemed to be frozen in her throat. She could feel herself blushing deeply, and finally choked out, "Ed, please, I'm nearly old enough to be your mother," she said.
She blinked, and looked away from the boys cock.
