"There's no one like you, Jessie," he said. "There, there, darling. That's my sweet teenaged stud."
CHAPTER EIGHT
One morning six months later Jessie watched John drive off to work. Her life was full and satisfying. She was busy with her various lovers and enjoyed sex more than ever.
Today she felt excited, but she didn't know why. David was out of town and she didn't have to go to the office. She had no plans and yet she had a feeling something exciting was about to happen. A new lover perhaps?
Strolling naked to the bathroom, she examined her body in the full-length mirror. Reassured that her body was still firm and her skin smooth, she examined the skin around her eyes. A touch of mascara would wipe away the slight shadow. Her face was prettier than ever. Thank God. Being pretty was fun and made life so much more pleasant.
Sometimes John's indifference still depressed her, but basically she'd made her peace with that long ago. Occasionally she envied women who were faithful to their husbands, but she knew she wasn't the type and didn't dwell on it.
All in all she was a happy fulfilled woman and she looked it. Her life style suited her. Knowing oats needs and filling them was what life was all about.
After a self-satisfied smirk, she turned away from the mirror and stepped into the shower. She never stayed in the shower long. Too much hot water could make the skin pruney. Lotion took care of any dry spots on her hells and elbows, and perfume and dusting powder of the same scent made her feel feminine and sexy.
Still with no plans for the day, she slipped into a sleeveless dress and went down to the kitchen where she enjoyed a piece of toast and a freak cup of coffee.
When the doorbell rang, she wasn't surprised.
She had a feeling something nice was going to happen. She'd felt it all morning. Who could it be?
She decided before opening the door that she would take to bed whoever it was. Man or boy, or woman, for that matter, she was in the mood for a new adventure. Hopefully it wouldn't be some derelict.
She needn't have worried. He was about twenty-five with dark blond curly hair and innocent eyes.
"Mrs. Walton?"
Nodding, she silently appraised him. She let her eyes flicker sensuously over his slim body.
"Yes, I'm Mrs. Walton."
He smiled tentatively. He had a nice rather than handsome face. He was well-groomed and well-mannered. And he obviously liked what he saw standing in the doorway.
"Well?" she smiled.
"I, uh…" He gawked at her.
"You must be selling something. What's the matter? The cat got your tongue?"
Braless, she was aware that her tits jiggled slightly.
The young man's eyes never left her tits.
"I was just admiring your chest, I mean your antique chest." He blushed furiously.
"Oh, that old thing," she said, an amused smile on her lips as she waved at the old chest in the hallway.
"I hope I haven't offended you."
"Hardly."
She had no intentions of making it easy for him. She shifted to her other foot and placed a hand on her hip.
"You were saying…"
"Yes, uh, may I come in?"
Nodding, she opened the door wider. He brushed past her into the kitchen.
"Uh, thanks."
They stared at each other.
"You know my name," she said. "Isn't it time I knew yours?"
"My name is Marty and I'm selling magazine subscriptions." His voice was barely audible.
"I don't give a damn what you're selling," she chuckled, moving toward him. "You're cute."
Without another word she placed her hand on his crotch. She cupped his basket. His eyes bulged.
"I don't believe this!" he whispered under his breath.
"You do want the same thing I want, don't you?"
"Uh, sure."
"You've got a hard-on in here, I can feel it. Are you always this nervous?"
"Lady, you're driving me crazy."
"That's the idea. Okay, then, we're on the same wave-length, right?"
"We sure are."
"I was afraid for a minute."
"No problem."
He took her into his arms and crushed her against him. He was stronger than he looked.
"I think you might be a man of few words, but lots of action."
"I try."
He smiled, less nervous now as his excitement increased. Her tits pressed against him.
"You know, I had the feeling something exciting was going to happen to me today."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, like meeting a new man."
"Jesus, I really don't believe this."
"I'm really drawn to you, Marty."
"Me too. I mean drawn to you."
"Do you find me attractive?"
"Are you kidding?" she laughed. His expression was so intense, she was amused.
"I just love to fuck, don't you?"
"You bet."
She continued rubbing her hand over his crotch.
"Do you give head? I'm in the mood to have my pussy eaten. If you like them hot and juicy, that's what I've got for you."
Without a word he dropped to his knees and pressed his face between her legs.
"Does this answer your question?" he said. Even through her cotton dress she felt his warm breath on her crotch.
"Pull my skirt up and kiss me," she breathed. He raised her skirt to her waist and she held it there while he pressed his nose into her nylon covered pussy. "Can I take your panties off?"
"I'll do it. You get your cock out." She stepped out of her panties while he tore his clothes off.
"You got a bed here?" His face was flushed and his eyes excited.
"Of course. But we don't have to use a bed. That's so ordinary. Are you adventurous enough to fuck on the floor?"
"You bet. Sure. Anything you say."
She knew he would do anything she wanted. She left her dress on, but he stripped all his clothes off and let her feast her eyes on his meaty cock and balls.
"Good body," she said.
"You too."
"I'll bet you're dying to see my tits." He nodded, standing with his arms at his sides and his big cock straining upward.
"Yeah, I'm dying to see them."
"No, not yet."
She stepped back and continued admiring his prick. His cockshaft was thick and dark and covered with small blue veins. His piss-slit was big and wet, glistening with jizz.
She looked carefully at his balls. They were beautifully formed and large, hanging down rather heavily and thickly covered with hair. Now Jessie fell to her knees and, opening her mouth, began licking his nuts.
When she glanced up at his face, he was pale and his eyes looked glazed over. She suddenly realized she was jerking his cock up and down while she wet down his balls with saliva.
He spread her legs wide apart and tried to give her more room. He his hands on her head and silently urged her on.
"Oh, you're the best," he murmured. "I've only just begun."
"I can tell. Oh, lady, you're dynamite."
"Tell me that later, when we're through."
"I never want to be through with you." She stopped talkin. It was much more satisfying working her lips and tongue over his cock and balk. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the taste of him. She felt his balls tighten up. Maybe she would take his first load in her mouth.
Suddenly he pushed her down on her back. She lay in the hallway, on the carpet, her legs sprawled apart and her skirt pushed back and mounted her, aggressive in his eagerness to enter her.
Eyes shut and grimacing, he rubbed his cock up down her slit. Her tangle of cunt-hair got in his way. He muttered under his breath.
"What did you say?" she said.
"I wanna eat you, but later, after we fuck."
"I'm going to milk your cock once you're inside."
"Oh, Jesus, I don't believe this!"
Jessie lost herself in the wonder of the moment. As the thickness of his cock entered her, she began bucking her hips and raising her ass from the floor. He slid his hands under her ass.