He shrugged and crawled in beside her. The nearness of him almost caused her to gasp. As she started the car she asked his name.
"Tim."
"A nice name." She drove along toward the direction he had said he lived. There must be some way she could get him to come to her apartment. She had to touch him, to hold him.
"I wonder if you might be interested in doing some work for me?" she asked.
"I suppose so. What kind of work?"
"Nothing much, just some straightening up around my apartment, once or twice a week. You can do it after you get off work at the restaurant or whenever."
"Sounds okay."
"By the way," Jo said, as if an afterthought, "My name is Daniels. Jo Daniels."
"Please to know you, Miss Daniels," Tim said. His voice was firm enough, but a squeak still revealed itself. Now he talked some, not much, but some. He told her about himself, his school. About how the boys teased him because he had to work and didn't have time to "goof around with them.
"How about girls?" Jo asked. "Do you have a girl?"
"No ma'am, I don't. Never have time," he added.
"That's a shame. A boy as good-looking as you." She glanced over at him and noticed the flush of embarrassment.
When they reached the apartment Jo said, "I want to show you the apartment so you'll know how much work there is. Then I will drive you on home."
"Oh, I don't five that far. I can walk."
After Jo showed him through the apartment, she asked him to sit awhile. He plopped down on the couch and Jo sat near him. She wanted to reach out and grab him and pull him to her, so she could run her hands over him. She wanted to take his cock into her hands and caress it. She sighed and again it was an audible sound. She had to have this boy. She just had to. He was Mario all over and she was sitting in the car with him. It was so real.
Then Jo's hand reached out as if it had a mind of its own. She touched Tim's longish hair, stroking it gently, then dropping her hand to the bad of his neck to turn his face up toward hers. Then she pulled his face slowly forward until her own soft lips brushed against his sweet young mouth and again she felt a sudden spark shoot through her, igniting her flesh and blood. And as she held his mouth to hers, Tim made no effort to resist.
Jo's passion, nurtured for so long in her secret fantasies, seemed to know no bounds. There was nothing she would not do for this… this child, she admitted to herself. If he would only respond to her, there was nothing at all in the world she would refuse him now.
The aroused Jo Daniels moved suddenly closer on the couch to the surprised teenager, pressing her thighs tightly against his. Her lips still covered his mouth and now her tongue darted suddenly outward between his parted lips and teeth. She was rewarded by the touch of his tongue against her own. Then with a start of delight, she realized that Tim's was swirling around of its own accord, now working its way into her mouth and shooting far back toward her throat, searching hungrily.
Her ecstasy now, her lewd anticipation, was as great as that night she remembered from so long ago. She cared for nothing, nothing in the whole world but the fulfillment of her obscene desire to be possessed and violated by this handsome young boy. Her mind whirled in her confusion as the forbidden sparks of joy darted through her body. Even now, finding it hard to believe it was really happening, she realized that to fight her building passion would be futile. Then she forgot the possible consequences entirely. She took Tim's hand tight in hers and placed it firmly on the full, throbbing mound of one of her breasts, moaning deep in her throat as she felt his strong fingers begin to almost mechanically stroke and tease her sensitive flesh.
But that wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough. She had to have more, more of the delightful tantalizing sensation, and hurriedly she reached up and began to flick open the buttons down the front of her blouse.
"Put your hand in here," she whispered huskily now, again taking the boy's hand and guiding it into the dress and under the flimsy white lace of her brassiere cup.
Reveling at the touch of his hand against her naked flesh, Jo was swiftly becoming lost in a lurid excitement, trapped by her own lust in this compromising and immoral entanglement. But even the youngster's now insistent stroking of her warm white skin and the teasing of his thumb and forefinger at the hard little bud of one of her nipples seemed pallid by comparison to the fantasies that had been raging all week in her lust-crazed consciousness. Her body demanded more and more. Her body demanded everything, full and complete satisfaction.
Tim stroked eagerly at the tender flesh of one of the aroused tingling breasts; then, seeming to sense what would please her even more, he moved his hand into the cup that covered her other breast, cupping it even more firmly now in his own palm until she moaned aloud. Then as he again began to tweak at the tender little nipple, he heard a soft cry rise in her throat.
"Did I hurt you?" he gasped, looking at her with an anguished face.
"No," Jo sobbed. "No. God no! It feels good! It feels wonderful!"
Reassured, he continued. Now Tim's fingers teased and taunted even more fervently at the rigidly swelling little nipple, and already a fever of excitement was beginning to grip the aroused older woman. "Oh God!" she whimpered. "Oh dear God!" She had to get her clothes off. She had to be completely vulnerable to the youngster's building lust. She had to hold him close, much closer than she could hold him now, and with nimble fingers, she hastily undid the rest of the buttons of her blouse, then loosened the snap at the side of the skirt.
A startled expression crossed Tim's face as she pushed the blouse off her shoulders, and then that was followed by a lewd grin as she lifted her buttocks and began to shimmy out of her skirt. She left it clinging at her ankles and reached behind her back to unsnap her brassiere, letting the light garment fall away from her torso to completely reveal the firmly uplifted mounds of her naked breasts.
Tim had never experienced anything like this before in his life. This was really going to be something. He never imagined the real reason Miss Daniels had given him that invitation, but now it was obvious. And he couldn't wait to tell the other boys what had happened.
Jo started at the teenage boy with desire-filled eyes, seeing again the almost perfect image of her lost Mario. Then, hardly aware of what she was saying, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Suck me, Tim. Suck my breasts and nipples."
Again Tim looked startled, but only for a moment. Then he grinned happily and nodded his head. "Yes, ma'am. I'll be glad to."
He hesitated but a moment then his head came quickly forward and he fastened his mouth hungrily on one of the firm little nipple-buds, barely touching it as he first began to suck. Jo groaned out her pleasure and tangled her hands in the boy's long smooth hair, pulling his face even closer to her naked torso. Now her whole body was like a roaring furnace as her pitched emotional state allowed her to recreate the ecstasy that had surged, through her body when she'd made love to Mario so many years before. But she still wasn't satisfied. Tim had to be naked, too.
She still had to see his whole virgin body naked before her. "Tim," she murmured. "Oh Tim. You've got to take your clothes off, too."
Blushing, the young boy removed his lip? from the woman's breasts, and, looking hungrily at her body, decided that no matter how embarrassing it might be, it would be worth it to him in the long run to comply. There was a terrible erection throbbing up in his jeans that was about to drive him crazy. Jesus, he wondered. Would she let him do everything to her? Would she let him fuck and everything, like the guys at school were always talking about?