Gwen Pope had been working for her boss Rex Manners for a couple of years but still she had not managed to figure out his young handsome son Steve. Rex often preferred to work at his office in his home rather than downtown in the hustle bustle of corporate headquarters. So Gwen saw a lot of the boy. They often ate their meals together. They had many long talks together, about outer space, about rattlesnakes, about football heroes – all the things the intelligent, active boy liked to talk about.
Yet Gwen sensed that there was always a distance between herself and the boy. She would have liked to close that distance. He was such a fine boy, so much like his father in looks yet so much more sensitive. Already sensing that she might never get Rex to propose marriage, Gwen felt a fierce hunger to make herself indispensable to the household in other ways. Like being a close friend to the motherless boy.
It frustrated her that Steve would let her get so close when they were discussing the NFL draft, yet would clam up when she tried to get down to more personal topics. She sensed a kind of fear in him, or a mistrust. It baffled her.
Soon after Steve's birthday, his father announced that he would be leaving for a two-week business trip to Europe. The boy was used to his father's absences. He didn't bat an eyelash when he was informed of the latest project. But Gwen was sure that underneath Steve felt a little lost. His father so seldom displayed affection. How could the boy know he was really loved?
Gwen decided to make the two weeks a special time for Steve. She would do her best to convince him that he need not feel lonely. There was someone close by who really cared.
In between her secretarial and house management duties, Gwen planned special things for her and Steve to do. They went to a baseball game. They went to the natural history museum. Gwen grew distressed when she realized that, the more time they spent together, the more strained the boy grew in her presence. She wondered if there were something wrong with her. Her feelings were hurt.
On a Sunday afternoon, she planned a picnic in the countryside not far from the Manners' large comfortable home. They spread a blanket near a stream. They fished for a while, neither one minding that they did not catch anything. Gwen spread out the deviled eggs and the ham and the homemade bread that she had brought along to entice Steve's growing appetite. She got more pleasure from watching him eat than she did from her own tastebuds. It pleased her to be able to please him.
"Steve?"
"Hmmm…?" There was not much more he could say with a mouthful of egg and ham.
"Is there something about me…" She was reluctant to go on, but she knew she had to do it. She could not rest easy until she knew. "… well… something you don't like?" She realized her heart was pounding. His answer meant a great deal to her.
"Heck no!" he replied at once. He blushed, then continued more quietly. "You're the nicest secretary my dad ever had, Miss Pope."
She took his first spontaneous response more seriously than his added careful explanation. She flushed with pleasure. "Then why… well, Steve, I just don't understand why you seem so nervous around me, when we're alone together."
He looked away from her, pretending to concentrate on his fishing pole which hung just as quietly in the water as he had before. She knew he had not forgotten her question.
"If it's something about me that bugs you, Steve, I'd like to know about it. Honest. I really want us to be friends. I think you're very nice, Steve, and it hurts me when I think there's something about me that keeps us from being good friends."
The look on his face was getting strained, as though he were holding his breath. She sensed he was struggling with himself. There were words trying to get out, but he did not know if he should dare. They exploded from his lips all at once. "It's just that you're awfully pretty, Miss Pope! I can't help it! I just get nervous around a beautiful woman!"
The youthful frustration of his confession touched Gwen deeply. Completely unexpectedly, it set up a hungry throbbing in her pussy. She grinned at him tenderly and reached out to stroke his face. His skin was soft and smooth to the touch. Her fingertips trembled as they grazed his cheek.
She did not recognize the moment when she made her awesome decision, but suddenly she was doing something she had had no conscious intention of doing.
She was kissing him. Kissing him hard.
Her tongue forced its way in between his lips and searched for his tongue. His mouth felt awkward under her touch, but it was that very awkwardness that excited her so much. He was so young and beautiful. So innocent to the joys of erotic abandon.
And he thought she was beautiful!
Before she could let herself reconsider her lecherous boldness, she was breaking new ground. Her hand was roaming freely over his body. He wore only shorts and a t-shirt. She relished the hard feel of his developing muscles. It came as a shock when she found his young cock, stiff and swollen under his shorts.
She had been caressing him without thinking of the consequences. She had been relishing the parts of him that still labeled him a young boy. Suddenly she had found the part that could make him a man!
"Mmmmm…" She moaned and began to caress the bulge more eagerly. Though she did not dare think very far ahead in her lusty game, she could feel her cunt flaring wetly underneath her shorts. She sensed more than thought about the obscene association her body was making between his aroused cock and her moistly seeping pussy.
The boy was totally overwhelmed by the suddenness of the woman's assault and more than that, by the excitement.
For two long years, he had been struggling against the forbidden impulses that struck him every time he looked at the lush swells of Miss Pope's big tits. Every time he watched her ass wriggling under the snug-fitting skirts she wore.
Steve spent a lot of time looking at the stash of girlie magazines he had found in his dad's closet. But the sight of all those naked women could not stir him so much as the real-life presence of Miss Pope and her lush full-bodied figure. Even with all her clothes on – which was the only way he ever saw her – she was sexier to Steve than a year's collection of best-of-the-month pin-ups.
Her red hair fascinated him. He always wondered if it was just as red on her pussy as it was on her head. Thoughts like that embarrassed Steve. They made him feel self-conscious in the older woman's presence. It had astounded him to learn that she had thought he did not like her… when his problem was he liked her too much!
To have her kissing him and touching his cock through his shorts was almost more than he could handle. He grew tense, afraid he might lose his cool completely. Afraid he might leave a wet stain on the front of shorts… and and that she would despise him then.
But the harder she pressed him, the less time Steve had to worry about things that were not contained in the present ecstatic moment. He could feel his cock throbbing lustily under her hand, responding to the erotic tease of having her so close to his pulsing cock, separated only by his thin shorts.
He struggled to kiss her back, the way she was kissing him. It was tricky to figure out how to get his tongue around hers and up into her mouth. But he enjoyed the learning process. Her moaning responses excited him. They excited him enough to make him bold enough to reach for her tits – the round bobbing tits that had been hypnotizing him for the past two years.
"Oh, Miss Pope…" he groaned. He could not help it! Even through a bra and her blouse, her tit felt wonderful! It yielded slightly to his touch. He grabbed for the other one. He had one in each hand! It was the proudest, most exciting moment of Steve's young life!
"Oh… God… that feels so good, Steve darling!" Immediately she planted her mouth back on his and began to twirl her tongue more luridly than ever up inside his mouth. Though she had not planned their forbidden encounter ahead of time, from the first taste of his lips, she had known that that was what she wanted. She had known it with every fiber of her being. Her beating heart. Her trembling fingertips. Her hot pulsing cunt.
The thought that she had aroused in the boy a passion to match her own made Gwen delirious with pleasure. Though his hands clutched her breasts awkwardly, with an obvious lack of experience, every touch was a tiny explosion of pleasure. With explosion heaped upon explosion, Gwen was rapidly losing hold of even the tiny shreds that remained of her self-control.
The last straw came when the boy mumbled innocently, "I can't believe it, Miss Pope! This is what I've been dreaming about for so long!"
That was all the encouragement she needed. Now she knew why Steve had been so stand-offish with her. He did not trust himself. He desired her as a woman.
She aroused the man in him! She aroused his hard throbbing cock!
Every doubt was cast aside as she felt herself flooded with the joyous certainty that what was happening was what they both wanted. Pleasant as his hands felt on her tits, there were other things she wanted to get on with. She forced Steve to lie down on his back on their picnic blanket. Pushing their provisions to one side, she helped Steve pull down his shorts until they were clinging around his knees. She kneeled next to him with the beating shaft of his cock in her hand. The feel of its sturdy arousal made her almost faint with passion.
She looked at the boy. Clearly he was, if possible, even more excited than she. His eyes were clouded with lust. They wore an almost pleading expression as her hand slid gently over his hardened cock. She felt more convinced than ever that what she was about to do was the right thing.
She bent forward and took his swollen cock-head between her lips. She formed a tight oval around his fleshy cock and slid her mouth down until her lips were pressed against his groin. She had a filling mouthful of young Steve Manners' cock. Her pussy tingled in lusty satisfaction.
"Uuuuuuuuhhh…" Steve reached for the picnic basket to one side of him and the grass on the other. He was looking for anything to hold onto. Anything to force himself against terrible onslaught of pleasure. His father's secretary had his hard cock up inside her wet mouth! The hot sun was heating down on both of them, witnessing their passion.
It was crazy! But the incredible thrills shooting through his exposed nerve-endings told him beyond the shadow of a doubt that this was no wet drew. This was more! Much, much more! "Uuuuhhh, Miss Pope… uh, that's terrific!"
He was not sure exactly what she was doing. At times the feelings felt light and uneven. Then they grew much more hot and purposeful. Her lips slid up and down along his cock-shaft. Her tongue was playing with him. The boy was totally at the mercy of the older woman's inspired lovemaking. He received every suck and lick with bleating moans of appreciation. Steve had never felt so weak… nor so sure of the dawning power of his manhood.
From this day forth, Steve would be someone new. Not just a boy. A young man on the brink of adulthood.
"Mmmmmmmmmm… your your cock tastes so good, Stevie!" The redhead's whole body quivered with the intensity of her emotion. For so long, she had been obsessed with the idea of becoming Steve Manners' friend. She had been even more sensitive to his prim disapproval than she was to that of his father.
It had been a shocking discovery to realize that what she really wanted from the boy was the first taste of his manhood. But as soon as she saw the significance of her interest in the boy, she felt as if she had released an incredible shock-wave of emotion. Once she knew she wanted him, she could let out all the frustrated hunger that let her know just how much she wanted him. Once she had his hard cock in her mouth, she could shower on it all the savage zeal of her infatuation with a boy more than ten years her junior.
It all flowed out of her. All her suppressed forbidden passion. It surged from her supple lips down through the turgid shaft of the teenagers cock.
Gwen had never appreciated so much the fleshy feel of an excited cock inside her mouth. She moaned lustily as her lips nibbled at Steve's inflated cock-tip. While her lips made an oval to slide down his cock-shaft, her tongue licked his cock-tip as though it were a large tasty ice cream cone. Her head bobbed up and down, repeating the obscene motions over and over again. The redhead could not remember when she had felt so totally carried away by sensual rapture. His cock was exactly what she wanted. The tangy flavor of his seeping seminal fluid jarred her senses and made her moist twat squirm with excitement.
The boy was as far gone as Gwen was. He lay oblivious beneath the warm rays of the afternoon sun, letting the raw pleasure surge through him. He was with her mouth at every jerk and suck. He felt her lick his cock-tip. He felt her lips close tight to suck his cock to tingling rigidity. The thrill of her ministrations was so consuming, he even forgot to worry about whether he would be able to maintain his self-control long enough to impress her.
Yet the joy was tugging on him, puffing him higher and higher. With every move of her talented mouth, Steve was crawling closer to the inevitable. It bit him all at once, in one consuming gust of flooding ecstasy. He felt his cum-juices spurting into her mouth. An ecstatic grin broke over his face. It felt right, so right, to be giving Miss Pope a hot mouthful of his love-juices.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm…" Delirious with pleasure, Gwen sucked and nibbled at Steve's cock until it was only a limp remnant of what it had been a few minutes before. Still she sucked on him, ever so softly. Her head rested on his thigh as she savored the contented glow of aftermath.
It pleased her to think there was still more than a week before Rex returned from Europe. There were so many things for her and the boss' son to explore before then!
And she and young Steve had continued to explore, for three years. He was still as infatuated as ever with his boss' secretary. But it was different now. He knew Miss Pope. He knew every lush squirming inch of her as well as he knew the hungers of his lusty cock.
Steve had seduced many young girls since his first experience with Miss Pope. But he was always on the lookout for more adventures. And he still liked older women best…