"What am I doing?" Jo asked with a nervous little laugh. "I'm going the wrong way, aren't I?"
"Well, you're… uh… you're going the opposite way from my house," Tim stammered "But…"
"But what, Tim?"
He was too nervous to even face her. "I don't know. Nothing."
Watching him from the corner of her eye, Jo managed a smile. "I guess, since we've come this far, we might as well drive back alongside the lake and catch the expressway. What do you think?"
"Yes, ma'am," Tim said. "That's probably the easiest way to get there now."
They drove on in silence. In a few moments the lake loomed before them like a flat, slick mirror reflecting the long beams of moonlight. Jo took the road running along the water, continuing for about half a mile before she pulled off onto a deserted concrete parking area. Knowing what she was doing was madness, she flicked off the ignition. It was crazy. It was insane. Again she was flirting with disaster. But now that she had Tim beside her, she couldn't bear to give him up so quickly. She couldn't bear to take him straight home and drop him off with hardly a word. She needed his company, she longed for and needed it. And here they were alone and the night so beautiful…
The already dangerously aroused Jo gazed in silence out toward the water for a moment. "Well," she said in a soft voice. "Here we are."
"Yes, ma'am. Here… we are."
"Let's… let's just sit here for a while. All right?"
"Yes, ma'am," Tim said, trembling, hardly able to contain his breathing.
Jo leaned back against the seat, inhaling the fresh cool air of the night. She felt wonderful now. For this brief moment she felt wonderful, happy, felt even as if she wasn't doing anything wrong. It seemed so perfectly innocent, so perfectly natural for her to be here with Tim. And as she turned to gaze out of the corner of her eyes at the young boy, she was again struck by his uncanny resemblance to Mario. Yet strangely, and for a reason she had not quite fathomed, that hardly seemed important anymore. She liked Tim now for himself. She wanted him for himself, for who he was. But tonight she would ignore that, she vowed. She would not further corrupt this young boy tonight. In a few minutes she would take him home. Then, if she still felt the way she had earlier, she would do what she'd come out to do in the first place.
Her body quivered slightly with the intensity of her feelings, and as she thought of Tim, as she dwelled on the emotional bond she now felt with him, she felt a renewed excitement begin to stir of its own accord in her loins. But she told herself that was all right. It wouldn't hurt her. She would control it until she'd taken him home. She could do that in the knowledge that if she needed to, she could attract a man, an adult who did not have to be corrupted, who was not for her forbidden.
But the excitement increased gradually. She was hardly aware of it, or aware of what she was doing as she inched slowly over on her seat toward Tim. She absently dropped her hand to the boy's thigh and stroked teasingly along on the outside of his jeans.
Tim's sudden start of surprised pleasure made the lovely Jo's body tingle with suppressed desire. There was an undeniable warmth spreading through her now. It seemed to start at the very center of her being and flow outward over all the supple softness of her immodestly clothed body, over every tingling, inviting inch of her flesh. Then she became aware that there was a hint of moisture between her legs, and the sudden dawning of that realization caused her to suck her breath in harshly.
"Oh, God," she whispered to herself, aware that the youngster had jerked his head sharply toward her, feeling his eyes descend from her face to her voluptuously straining breasts. She hadn't wanted it this way at all! She'd only wanted to be with him, wanted to prove she could trust herself alone in his company. She'd only wanted to dream that perhaps someday the two of them could be merely friends. But she knew now that she couldn't control what was happening to her body beneath the flimsy seductive sweater and skirt she wore. She had to do something, she had to have some kind of relief from her all-consuming lust. And in her deliriously building passion, she could only justify that realization by telling herself that at least if she didn't do what she'd done before, if she didn't actually let Tim fuck her, afterward she could feel that still she wasn't completely rotten. She couldn't feel that way again, she might lose her mind with sheer guilt. But she had to have something, some kind of contact, dangerous as that might be. And that contact, shocking as the thought was, had to be with his cock.
Then, punishing herself, Jo thought she'd hit upon the perfect solution to her problem. She narrowed her eyes, turning her head slowly to gaze down at the crotch of Tim's jeans. Unconsciously, she flicked out her tongue to moisten her soft inviting lips. Then she looked at his face. "Tim, Tim, I want to do something for you. I want to do something with… my mouth."
He was momentarily stunned. Then a lascivious lust filled his eyes. He nodded. "Yes," he croaked, barely able to even speak. Then, his fingers trembling excitedly, he leaned back against the seat and the opposite door of the car and started to slowly and obscenely draw downward on the zipper of his fly. "Yes," he managed. "Yes, Miss Daniels. Do it to me like that. With your mouth."
Jo closed her eyes, shuddering. Then she eagerly reached out to the boy beside her, slipping her hand into his fly and her fingers inside the cotton fabric of his jockey shorts to maneuver his already rigidly erect young penis out to freedom. She narrowed her eyes, looking hungrily down at the hard throbbing cock, beginning to stroke it softly as her own body was enveloped in the wanton flames of desires.
"Oh, Tim" she breathed, then bent her head swiftly down. Jo stifled a moan, and a little quiver of passion darted through her aching loins as she parted her lips to close them over the blood-engorged head of the squirming youngster's pulsating cock. She felt him tremble from the contact, his movement answering her own growing excitement, and she swirled her tongue eagerly around the stiffened shaft of flesh before she let it slip from her mouth.
"Do you like this, Tim?"
"Golly yes, Miss Daniels," the boy groaned. "I like it more than almost anything."
The teenager's buttocks jerked in a spasm of excitement as Jo's tongue swirled and twirled around the desire-swollen shaft of his slender penis, then found the tiny opening of the glans at the top to flick up a little tangy tasting droplet of oozing seminal fluid. Tim moaned out his ecstasy and anticipation as he watched Jo's long blond hair cascade over his loins, then reached suddenly down to run his fingers into her hair and draw her face even closer to her thighs. He forced her to again take the shaft of his cock in her mouth and lunged his hips up at the same time to drive it deeper into the warm, wet cavern between her lips.
For a moment Jo thought she would choke as the rigid rod of youthful male flesh brushed almost to the back of her throat. She gasped for breath, reveling in her wanton masochistic pleasure, enjoying all the suffering and humiliation the suddenly aggressive teenager was subjecting her to. She began to suck more eagerly, her moist lips ovalled, her cheeks hollowing and expanding, and she was rewarded only by a further arching upward of the boys hips, and even harder thrust of his palpitating cock deeper and deeper into the welcoming hunger of her mouth.