Jon's hips rolled rhythmically against her, accepting her moans into his seeking mouth. His harsh breath came out in a rush as he groaned her name, murmuring how much he wanted her, how much he needed to be inside of her, how fucking beautiful she was.
Hearing his words, feeling his hands roam her body, and seeing how much he wanted her felt like a sensory overload. Dear god, if she didn’t fuck him right now she’d die!
Jon picked her up easily and Noreen’s legs wrapped around his sinewy body. He carried them sure-footed to his bed where he stood for a moment, happy to be cupping her rounded ass in the palm of his hands while her long brown legs engulfed his body; the core of her rhythmically rubbing against his belly. Why should he lower her when he felt like he was in heaven right now? Kissing her, tonguing her accepting mouth while she mewed like a lost kitten as she finally began to release the pent-up desire that had long been locked away.
He lowered her carefully onto the bed only when it dawned on him that to be buried in her body would be even more rewarding. Though he covered her with his long thin form—because her legs stayed locked around him, preventing him from rising, he still did not indulge in grinding his pelvis against her. He wanted to hump her and rub his stiff cock into the opening of her legs but he also wanted to remove his jeans, then remove her skirt, then slide her wet panties down and to smell her warm sex and see the evidence to her desire.
Jon hovered above her gyrating form on bent knee and elbow, not breaking their passionate kiss. Then he allowed his fingertips to trace the line of her smooth brown thigh.
Noreen groaned and her belly began to hitch and her clitoris spasmed. She felt hot and cold flashes and that meant—
“OHHH….” She groaned louder as her body began to push her towards climax. Jon slid his body downward, smoothly and quickly. He pushed up her skirt and saw her pretty black French cut panties. In fact they WERE wet and Jon had to resist the urge to suck her through the sodden material. Instead he gently, but quickly slid them down her thighs. He placed the flat of his tongue firmly against her seizing clit, and then he rapidly rolled his tongue along it.
Noreen’s body stiffened and she cried out. A tremor started in her legs and then moved up her body and then her hips were thrusting forward and she gripped Jon’s tussled curls roughly in her fist.
“Ungh!!!” She cried out repeatedly as if she were in the throes of a seizure, her hips pumping into his face, his mouth opened and accepting her silky honey as his tongue triggering her clit to spill more.
Jon couldn’t help it when he pushed his own pelvis into his mattress and spilled himself into his jeans with a shudder and a tense groan. He dug his fingers into her hips and followed Noreen’s every move. It became evident that she wasn’t going to stop bucking and seizing until he removed his tongue, therefore, he allowed her orgasm to last for another few moments longer before he finally removed his tongue, sliding it up and down her wet crease, and then laying a soft kiss on those lips.
He travelled back up the bed and lay beside her propped on his elbow watching her breathing hard and trying to catch her breath. Her eyes were closed and for a split second he wondered if she was having chest pains the way her hand hovered above her heart. But no, she was just trying to catch her breath. Finally she opened her eyes and looked at him. He prayed that she wouldn’t turn away; regret what had happened. Because they couldn’t take it back. He’d already tasted her and now he knew for a fact the he would have to have more of her.
Noreen lay there for a few moments trying not to think about anything, but to just enjoy the feel of the most powerful orgasm that she’d ever experienced. How is it that a 42 year old woman could be having an orgasm of this magnitude given by a 25 year old boy? How was that possible?
Feeling him near her, watching her, and waiting Noreen finally opened her eyes and looked at him—maybe seeing him for the first time. His glasses were off and his dark grey eyes were very big. He looked at her with no apology or regret.
She thought, I would kiss him now…and he must have read those thoughts in her mind--pulling them out of the tilt of her head, or the flex of her eyes-- but he knew what she was thinking and he leaned down and softly kissed her lips. Noreen brought her hand up to cup his head and Jon took the time to explore her mouth with his tongue. His hand moved over her body to rest on her full breast. His thumb sought out her nipple and explored its every rise, and crevice; the smooth and the ripples of her areola.
This time when the passion began to rise they weren’t rushed and Jon took the time to slip out of his clothes. Noreen watched his foreign looking cock. His balls were tan and blushed red. A soft down of light hair covered them. It was a bit darker where it covered his pelvis and rose in a dark line to his belly button. His cock was ruddy and hard, his thick shaft was lined with bulging veins that told of his arousal. The tip was the color of a mushroom and shiny, dripping with pre-cum. She could put her fist around his cock and still wouldn’t have it all.
It was beautiful.
Jon didn’t seem to know that she had just assessed his cock and found it more than acceptable. He reached behind her and undid her skirt. He had her undressed before she could reach down herself. Now that they lay naked next to each other, each was too busy touching and exploring the other to speak.
“Beautiful, Noreen…” Jon finally uttered. He met her eyes. “You are just as beautiful as I fantasized. Your breasts look just as I dreamed, with my hands covering them and your nipples peeking through my fingers.” He then placed his lips on her breasts. He kissed each nipple, using his fingers to gently squeeze them into peaks.
“You’ve fantasized about me?” She was more curious then alarmed.
He nodded with an amused twinkle in his eyes. “Yes.”
“Why?” She was nearly twenty years older than him and he certainly had nothing to be ashamed of in the looks or in the sex department.
“Well you’re sexy, you’re smart, you’re—”
“Old enough to be your Mama.”
“…experienced, seasoned, talented but not old. And even if you are old enough to be my mother that just makes you MILF, and that’s not bad. That’s a good thing.”
“Wow, you sound like you’re trying to sell me at the market!” She chuckled nervously. But he noted that it was not so nervous as to cause her to get up and dash away.
“What is MILF? I’ve heard that term used before.”
He raised his brow. “Oh? Where?”
“In a movie, some cut rate slasher film.”
Jon placed his hand on her hip. “MILF stands for:
Mother
I’d
Like to
Fuck.”
He named each acronym slowly and distinctly watching her closely to gauge her reaction.”
Noreen’s mouth fell opened. Then she threw her head back and laughed. Jon chuckled, relieved that he hadn’t offended her. He nuzzled her neck unable to resist her looking so carefree.
“Let me just tell you that being considered MILF is like being placed in the ranks of Pamela Anderson, and Angelina Jolie or Demi Moore. Being able to have sex with a sexy older woman is every man’s dream.”
“I’m an older woman.” It wasn’t a question, more of a surprised observation.
“Only in the sense that you’re older than me.”
Noreen sensed that Jon wanted to be doing more than talking by the way his fingers explored her round hips and the way his erect penis strained towards her. But she was curious. “Have you ever been with a black woman before?”
He shook his head. “No. But I’ve always been attracted to black women especially—just for being black. I like the contrast in color. I think it’s very sexy. I always notice pretty black women much faster than any other race. Have you ever been with a white man?”
“No.” She had thought some were attractive, but had never thought she’d ever do something like this; sex without purpose or strings. If she did believe in casual sex, then yeah, she
would have probably thought more about white men. But her mind had always been focused on the brothers; because that’s who black women settled down with. That was just the reality of it.
He didn’t even bother asking her about whether she’d ever been with a younger guy, he just began the process of selling himself.
“Well…” He gave her a steady look. “There are lots of things that I can do as a younger guy that the older ones can’t. I can cum six times in a night and still get rock hard. I love the taste of pussy and I will stay buried between your legs all night if you let me. And I want to learn how to please you, and anything you’d want to do would never be off limits with me.” His fingers absently fondled her nipples, knowing that he was causing her body to become heated. He rolled over and withdrew a condom from the nightstand. Noreen rolled it up his shaft, giving it a playful squeeze. Yes. A young man was harder than an older man, that was for certain!
They had sex three times before Noreen accidentally fell asleep waiting for him to become erect for number four. Jon was tired but he watched her for several minutes until her breathing was deep and loud and he knew that she wasn’t faking sleep.
Jon got up and went downstairs. He turned off the stereo and carried the used glasses and mugs into the kitchen. He quickly did the dishes then came back to the living room and sat behind his computer. He gauged how much more work that they would need to do before the project would be finished. Too much. They still had the Instructor’s guide to complete with all of the instructor’s notes for each chapter. And all Jon wanted to think about is lazing in bed with Noreen, or showering with Noreen, or going out to eat with Noreen. He didn’t feel the need to waste any more time working on the bogus project.
He pulled up the missing copy—the one that he had diverted to his computer the other day, and the one that he had erased from Noreen’s work computer after she’d gone home one night. He had worked with her long enough to know where she kept her SME files and he was that good of a hacker to easily backdoor himself into her computer when she wasn’t around.
The only thing that could have potentially screwed his plan is if she had sent any final copies to a home computer, but he had banked on the fact that she would keep work at work and pleasure for after work.
Jon pecked away until he had transferred the Instructor’s guide from its hiding place. Now, they could finish up the boring stuff in a few short hours. And he would pretend that he’d come down to work on it while she rested.
Jon leaned back in his chair and studied his computer not feeling the least bit of guilt. Honestly, he thought it would take longer to seduce her—another day. The first day he figured he’d get her comfortable and break down her barriers. The second day would be the seduction. But when she had come out of the bathroom minus her bra, it was she that had surprised him.
He smiled at the memory of her beautiful breasts, loose in her blouse. He had known what he wanted her the first time he’d set eyes on Noreen. She had been competent in training him, not condescending, but challenging him. Yes, he had lied to get his foot into the door. But he knew that she would not have easily overlooked the age difference, and possibly the color difference between them.
Jon shut down the computer and walked up the stairs, still naked. He climbed into bed and nestled his body against her back until they lay in a spoon position that felt natural to him.
Closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep, he knew that if he wanted it to work with this woman, there would be no amount of trickery that would keep her with him. He would have to let her see just what he was about. He wanted more from her then just a casual relationship.
He fell asleep, content for now.
PT II
The next morning, Noreen woke first, and though her body wanted to relive the pleasure that Jon had shown her the night before, her sensibility wanted to complete their task. So she roused Jon—who was incredibly cute with a halo of unkempt curls and puffy eyes. He went about working on the project while she made scrambled eggs and toast—eggs being a loose term for the vegan egg mix that he kept in a carton in the fridge. But it was either that or cereal and she wasn’t about to drink his weird looking soy milk.
“Why are you so into this whole ‘vegan’ thing?”
He chuckled as he watched her from across the dinette table. “Why are you so into this whole ‘carnivore’ thing?”
“Are you a member of PETA?”
His dark grey eyes shined. He was pleased that she was curious about him. “No. It’s just the idea of consuming flesh…just doesn’t do it for me. As a kid, I guess I liked animals and thought that they didn’t deserve to be butchered and eaten by greedy humans.” He smiled to soften his words. “Now, I just have no desire for it.”
Noreen was wearing the shirt he’d given her the night before and a pair of his athletic shorts that were tight against her more ample butt and thighs. She didn’t mean to keep poking but wanted to understand.
“Don’t you ever pass a barbecue and the smell makes you want to just have a teeny taste?”
He’d had this same discussion a million times before—as had probably all vegans. But he took the time to give her a complete answer.
“There are certain smells that tempt me, bacon, burgers. With burgers—that could be my downfall.”
“Oh?”
“Because it’s so processed that it wouldn’t even really be like eating meat.”
“That’s true.” In reality, who really knew just how much meat went into the average fast food burger.
After breakfast Noreen began collecting her things. “Jon, I need to go, but I’ll be back…if that’s ok.”
“Oh, sure.” He sounded a lot more sure then he felt. If she left she might have time to think. Nervously he stopped her picking up her things to slide his hands down her arms and to kiss her. It took her breath away. He could feel it catch in her chest. Yes. He let her go without another word.
***
Noreen took a long hot bath once she got home. She was horny horny horny! How could that be when she’d had wild fantastic sex for hours on end?! How could her body be throbbing with need?! She squeezed her knees together. Her horny pussy is what had gotten her into this mess in the first place!
What was she going to do? Jon was a great guy but she couldn’t have an interoffice affair with him. If it got out she’d be ostracized; fooling around with a young white boy that was almost half her age??
What she needed was to get off her lazy ass and find a black man her own age. Plenty of guys looked at her. Sometimes she thought about embarking on another long term romance, but it took so much work. And she was really comfortable with being alone. Some people said it, but Noreen meant it. Her time was occupied with things that interested her and she didn’t care about having a boyfriend.
Boyfriend. Whoa. She got out of the tub. She didn’t even want to think about it. It was over, and that was that.
She got back to Jon’s apartment later that afternoon. “Hey, come on in.” He held the door opened for her. Today he was wearing loose fitting jeans and a shirt that read: CIAO FEI and then RMB city. Some strange music with a funky beat was playing over his sound system. Though she should be all about business she couldn’t help but to ask.
“What are you listening to?”
“POGO.”
“POGO?”
He chuckled and gestured for her to follow him to his computer. “Check this out, Noreen. This guy takes Disney movies and turns different sound bites from them into songs. Listen to this one, it’s called ALICE.”
He played a YouTube video and it was Alice in Wonderland. She pointed to the video. “That’s Alice in Wonderland. That can not be legal.” But the beat was definitely funky. Still she gave him long side ways looks that he would even listen to something this weird. But she watched the entire video, as it was cute.