“This wasn’t part of the deal…” she groaned. It felt so brazenly good to be touched and with the risk of discovery. She was a lonely woman, but she would not be much longer in these ways of it and if she conceded to her friend’s lustful son. She might even be sexually fulfilled if he had her in the few hours that remained before Gabi came home from work and she did whatever it was with him. How promiscuous was that, of them both? He’ll be in my empty body, take my older woman’s body and I’ll find out if what he brings fills my pussy like it’s never been filled before, by a young and horny man, a frustrated military type who had to let go of all that possessed him, the denial of a woman’s touch except in ordered and planned ways. “Come on. let’s go back to my place…we’re through here.”
Oscar checked the grounds for any overlooked equipment, used a blower to tidy up the grass areas, while she took the invoice to the customer.
“Thank you for your business…misses Ledford” she said, distracted for an instant by hearing the Chevy’s passenger door slam shut.
“Brianna, you know me as that Elena…” came the reply. ‘”Your boy’s not with you today?”
“A friend of his offered to help…he’s home on leave from the Marines. He’s a friend’s son. Mine will be back again in a day or so…” Elena rattled off an explanation as if it were needed. Brianna nodded but her eyes remained on Oscar
“He sure works hard. I didn’t think you’d be done so quickly…” she said in evident admiration. The screeches of her kids could be heard echoing in the house.
Elena laughed softly. “That’s what I told him too. Well…gotta go…more work before the day’s through”
Brianna detained her. “You’ve got two good-looking guys working for you. They’re not always like that…”
“I’ll just have to try and keep my mind on the work…where he’s concerned.” Elena pointed behind her before turning away. “Until the next time…and thanks again!”
♥
There had been times when she had wanted to be taken, to be her son’s best friend’s lover, to know of it with a much younger guy. She’d been dismayed by the urgency of his claims, had no time to adjust to their changed ways with each other as she closed the door and the world beyond.
He had looked so darn strong in his T-shirt and shorts; he carried no weight and she’d fallen into his embrace and allowed him to undress her, had shared in raging kisses and clamping caresses of discovery until naked in each other’s arms, his look even hungrier than when she had seen him again a couple of days ago when he had arrived home.
How crazy to think Gabi had first claims on him if it had happened!
How desperate was their behaviour, if it was true?
Gabi didn’t know the half of it, her friend’s suppressed desire, how she ached for her boy, his touch on her, his strong hands on her body, fleshy and older as it was than the chicks he must go with and to have no cares. Would she be another one to have succumbed to his ways and whatever he brought inside her?
She wanted to forget how mundane her life outside work had become, that having Niall around was no substitute for. Like Gabi, she was waiting for the moment he came to her and said that he would be striking out on his own. It hadn’t happened; she had not come close to having to acknowledge that, as Gabi had done and struggled with.
Verdant earned good money, and Niall got more than his share. She wanted it that way and he repaid her in working so hard, and loyally, and gave no sign of wanting to go out of state and put some distance between them as Oscar had done to Gabi. That much she did know, but had Oscar eased the hurt as never before? She really didn’t care and it sure was none of her business; her friend’s son and horny young man was with her, naked as the day he’d been born, and she was loving it with demonic urgency.
She pressed down, taking the tip of his cock between her lips, rough-skinned fingers squeezing as she stroked the lower portion of his cock, soft lips gently caressing over the silky smoothness of his cockhead, letting it press against her flickering tongue. She would taste his pre-cum as she held her lips on him and gently sucking and circling the tip with her questing tongue.
“You okay, Oscar…you’ve sure gone quiet on me.” His sac felt heavier, his prick so hard so wondered if she could take him in her, all of him.
“Girlfriends sure didn’t work me like you do…keep going…just keep on going! I can take it!” Oscar called out, his hands griping her head.
The bed rocked and creaked, their pursuit of pleasure from each other now seeing them lie sideways on the rumpled covers, the pillows shoved to the floor when they had first begun. Oscar was so darned certain of how it was to be and she becoming more compliant under his seducing and inventive ways, Oscar’s unquenchable energy taking her to exhausting heights of pleasure and wantonness. His kisses and fingering of her, to her special place, had brought the first rushes of an orgasm that had her grip his head with her legs, to keep that flickering, probing, licking tongue so deep in her or nibbling her pink folds.
“But we’ve got something special between us…forbidden some would say…and…they’re probably right…yes, go on!”
She asked it of him, as he had done of her, drew in her breaths sharply, groaned as she rocked on him, leant back and felt his hands grip her hips in support as she straddled him, only that hard length of flesh joining them and she slamming down and he lifted his hips off the bed to meet her ravening rhythm. His mouth and hands would still the sway of her breasts before she pushed him down, brushed them over his chest as she kissed him, shared in heated breaths before she sat up and tugged some more.
“Let me ride you!” he called out, stopping her movements on him.
“Okay, but just you stay in me!” She leant away, felt his prick caress her differently before she was pinned under him, his strong hands drawing her thighs up around his waist. She gripped her ankles, was open to his claims upon her.
“I’m not going anywhere just yet…count on it!” he cried out as she continued to work him. He’d penetrated her as far as she could take him. “Should I put on a condom?”
“No, I’m way past that…can’t you tell?”
“No you and what you’re doin’ to me are just beautiful…so darned hungry!”
“You sure got that right!” She had wanted him on top of her and to feel his weight, to feel him making love to her and not blasting his cum into her and thinking that was all it took to please her. Oscar was on top of her, seemed to crush her, soon began pumping fast, ignoring her pleas to slow down. “There’s time…plenty of it, Oscar!”
Her shrieks of pleasure as he slipped and tamped, kissed her breasts and tugged on her hard nipples did not slow him. They were fucking, loving it, but the emotions behind it belonged somewhere else, to someone else. She realised that now, but in his ways Oscar gave such unbelievable pleasure that she forgave him.
“I’m…I’m not goin’ to last much longer!” he called out, kept on writhing and plumbing her even as she wrapped her aching legs about his body, kept a hold of them at her ankles and struggled to keep pulling him into her with her muscles, tugged as best she could with every deep stroke.