3 comments/ 27908 views/ 21 favorites Suzi's Shoes By: geronimo_appleby Foreword: I witnessed a scene exactly as described in the first two paragraphs. It was in Morrison's supermarket in Peterborough, UK – four years or so later I recalled what I'd seen and decided to expand on an outcome. Anyway, here's an offering about a young man's first time. Feedback would be welcome, as always. Apologies for any errors which remain in the text. Thank you for reading. GA – Thirsk, North Yorkshire – 2nd of December 2015. *** "Those are shoes," he said, the husky voice and hungry look on his face telling Suzi exactly what he meant. She nodded, more than a little amused. Suzi grinned and offered the boy a lascivious wink. "They are, aren't they," she purred. They were in an aisle in Morrison's supermarket. Suzi had noticed him following her some minutes before, suspecting the reason for his furtive behaviour was something to do with the electric-blue dress and precipitous high-heels she had on. The dress clung to her feminine shape, moulded to her breasts and her hips, the shoes deadly. She might be up in her mid-40s, but the platinum blonde hair and toned figure, the shape of her legs and the heels which emphasised and exaggerated their appeal could still draw looks from men of all ages. Suzi still had the lure to entice and enflame the cutest and youngest. She had played along for her own amusement, slowly moving along the aisles, posing this-way-and-that as she pretended to examine labels on tins or read the backs of cereal packets. Then, after deciding he'd had enough time to enjoy himself thoroughly, Suzi executed a sharp about-turn, swivelling to catch him gawping slack-jawed and gormless. "Are you following me?" she'd asked, arms folding under her breasts. "Can I help you?" she challenged. He'd just blurted it out after a few seconds pause. He'd swallowed heavily and blinked, then made the enthusiastic, and totally involuntary, comment about Suzi's shoes. "I'm sorry," the boy gasped, blinking some more. "I..." On a whim, Suzi decided she liked him, taking a guess at his age: nineteen, twenty? Twenty-two at a push. "Don't be," Suzi responded while offering her best smile. "Why do you think I wear them?" The boy blinked again, obviously stuck for an appropriate reply. When it was obvious he needed some help, Suzi asked for his name. "Alan," he gulped. She saw his eyes go down to her shoes. "How old are you, Alan?" "Eighteen," he said, still ogling her legs. "And you like my shoes, do you?" He blushed beet red and stammered some incomprehensible reply, eyes going anywhere except Suzi's face. She chuckled and said, "I'll take that as a yes. Do you fancy older women or something, Alan? Is that your thing?" She could tell he was torn between the urge to bolt for freedom and the desire to be near her. "It's all right if you do," she continued, touching his forearm. "I don't mind at all. I like knowing you find me attractive." "You're gorgeous," he managed to whine, then looked shocked by his outburst. "Would you like to fuck me?" asked Suzi, leaning in closer to whisper the question. "I can keep the shoes on." Blinking seemed to be his automatic response to everything she said. Alan did it again, then gawped at Suzi while gasping, ""Duh-do you mean it?" Suzi took a step backwards and tapped the tip of a forefinger against her chin, elbow resting in the cup of one palm. "I do," she said, "but it isn't as straightforward as all that." He boggled and frowned simultaneously. "Huh?" "I'm a professional," she told him. The frown took over as Alan repeated the noise. "An escort," said Suzi. "I'm a call-girl. You pay to fuck me ... But I'm so worth it." "Really?" he gasped, jaw dropping towards his chest. "Yes, really ... Look," Suzi continued after a pause. "I'll give you my number. I've got a flat nearby that I use during the week and on Saturdays. If you're interested, give me a buzz." A few moments later, Alan watched her rump twitch as Suzi hip-swayed away. Something dark and illicit tugged at his guts, his cock thick with desire to see the blonde naked – except for those shoes. "Fucking hell," muttered Alan as he examined the small piece of card he'd taken from the blonde. "Suzi," he breathed, wondering if he'd have the nerve to use it. * Alan reverse parked into the short bay outside the grey block of flats. He sandwiched the VW Golf between two other cars, stomach churning with anxiety. He picked up the mobile from where it lay on the passenger seat, then found the number he needed. Alan's thumb hovered over the key as he contemplated the enormity of making the call. He dithered, changing his mind several times in four or five seconds. Finally, after sucking in air and some backbone, he pressed the button and held the device to his ear. "It's me," he croaked when she answered the call. "I'm outside ... In my car." "See the bins by the path?" came the response. Alan swivelled this-way-and-that, spotted the wheelie bins, and said, "Yes." "Number 53 painted on the sides?" "Yes, I've got them." "Right, okay, take the path along the side of the block. There's a door at the side. Ring the bell for Flat D. I'll buzz you in. It's at the top of the stairs." Alan followed the instructions and found himself climbing a narrow staircase redolent of cats and old vegetables. He did his best to ignore the off-putting ambience, approaching a shitty-brown wooden door just as it opened. And there she was, the platinum blonde, wrapped in a huge fluffy dressing gown, the blue shoes incongruous beneath its long drop. "Well, hello," smiled Suzi, stepping aside to allow him inside. "Lovely to see you." The apartment was surprisingly bright and clean, a total contrast to the drab façade and less than pleasing ascent. Alan caught a waft of her scent when Suzi moved in to place a light kiss against his cheek, and it hit him in that first gently intimate moment how tiny she was. Even in the heels the top of her head only just came past his chin. "Come through," said the blonde, leading the way down a short hallway. "Can I get you a drink?" Alan's eyes moved around as though surveying the place for hidden dangers as he entered the living room. He had time to notice a three-piece suite – a two-seater sofa and two comfortable chairs – a large flat-screen television, a modern sideboard with an array of bottles on top of it, and a couple of innocuous Ikea pictures fixed to the walls. The place was cosy and comfortable and, to Alan, surprisingly normal. He'd imagined a courtesan's boudoir to be something more ... exotic. "Coke, water, coffee? ... A beer?" offered Suzi. "Coke's good, thanks," Alan replied, not quite believing where he was and who he was with. He glanced at Suzi, the recurring realisation he was actually there to fuck her sending a ripple of anxious anticipation into his stomach. She bade him to take a seat, indicating the chairs with the sweep of an arm. "I'll be right back," Suzi said, leaving Alan to wonder at what was about to unfold. Fear mixed with churning delight as he sat on the sofa, fingers of dread squeezing his guts. Alan could feel the wallet in his pocket, the notes tucked away – wages of sin. Then she was back. Suzi walked in, gait easy and comfortable despite the high heels. Alan mumbled his thanks for the glass of cola she offered. "Okay, now for the distasteful part," the blonde said, eyeing Alan with her head canted to one side. "You wanted an hour? Full girlfriend experience...?" "Yeah," Alan replied, avoiding her stare. "Two hundred pounds." Alan put the glass down on the low coffee table at the side of the settee, lifting his backside up off the cushion so he could get at his wallet. He counted off the 20s and handed them over. "I'll just put this away," Suzi said. "Then we can get comfy." Alan gulped as she left him again. It was on. He'd handed over the cash. There was no going back. "Your first time in a place like this?" Suzi asked as she settled onto the sofa. "Uh, yeah," Alan replied. "First time for anything, really." Suzi crossed her legs, the flash of dark stockings pulling Alan's attention. "What?" she asked, brow corrugated. "You mean you've never...? Are you saying you're a virgin?" "No, I haven't," replied Alan, cheeks flushing with heat. "You're a virgin?" Suzi said, a slight level of disbelief in her tone. "Truly?" Alan closed his eyes. Nodding, he breathed, "Yes." The blonde digested this for a few seconds, then asked, "How come? Is there something physically wrong?" She was eying Alan with some trepidation, like he was some kind of science experiment gone wrong. "I'm sort of no good with girls," Alan replied with a shrug. "I can't think of anything to say. They think I'm boring." "A virgin," Suzi murmured, more to herself than to the young man sitting next to her. "All right," she added, rousing herself. "Well, we can do something about that can't we." She shifted along the sofa, uncrossing her legs as she went before leaning in towards Alan. "How about we start with a kiss?" She reached for the zip in his jeans. "I'll play with your cock at the same time. Get it out, let's have a look." * Alan grew bolder when Suzi kissed him. He groaned and, after a tentative start, began returning the sentiment with some ardour, his hands moving inside the robe. Suzi chuckled and rose to her feet. She levered up out of the sofa and nudged her chin towards Alan. "You might as well get undressed now," she told him as she loosened the belt of her robe. "Then we can really get going." Alan gaped when the gown slipped from Suzi's shoulders. She wasn't quite naked beneath it. All she had on were the shoes and a pair of hold-up stockings. Other than that, she was bare. "Oh God. Oh Jesus. Oh fuck," gurgled Alan, his gaze taking in tanned skin, round breasts and the perfectly sculpted triangle at the apex of Suzi's slit. "I take it that means you approve?" Suzi smirked, posing with a hand on one hip. She raised an eyebrow at the young man, urging him to remove his own clothes with a few quick hand gestures and, "Now, let's get you undressed." "Can I take a picture of you?" Alan groaned, eyes almost hanging on stalks. "Maybe," said Suzi. "If you're a good boy ... But none of my face." She laughed in delight when Alan's hands shook so much he couldn't hold his mobile still enough to take a clear image. "Later," she told him. "So what do you think of the shoes? Am I like you imagined?" Alan gazed at her while slowly shaking his head. "You're so much better like this. I mean, you were so gorgeous in Morrison's," he added with a gulp, still staring at Suzi. "But seeing you like this...? Jesus, I can't believe it. You're incredible." "I'm forty-five," Suzi informed him. "And there's bits of me not like they were. I've always had great legs and tits," she went on with a shrug, breasts jiggling and swaying. "You should have seen me when I was your age. A bloke once drove right into the back of a taxi because he was letching at me," Suzi grinned. "Now, anyway," she continued, her tone and manner suddenly brisk. "Enough jibber-jabber. Strip off. It's time to get you naked." "Am I all right?" asked Alan when he was eventually nude. "Am I big enough?" Suzi's eyes rolled. She sighed while shaking her head, her eyes going to the stiff jib jutting out in front of the boy. "You're perfectly fine." She took a few paces towards Alan and reached for his cock. "I promise you," the blonde breathed as Alan moaned and stared at where her fist slowly caressed his iron-hard flesh. "You've got a lovely cock ... And I'm going to suck it," she purred. "You're going to fuck me with it," Suzi continued, leaning in to kiss Alan's mouth. Excitement was a rush of heat as Alan's hands went to her breasts, squeezing and kneading while he gasped and moaned and let his eyes rove all over her body. He switched his focus to Suzi's buttocks, grabbing a handful of each, savouring the spongy softness in his palms and fingers before daring to slide a hand between Suzi's thighs. "Let's go to the bedroom," purred Suzi. "I think I'd like you to take a little taste of me. How about that, Alan? Do you mind licking my pussy before I get started on you?" Anticipation welled inside the boy as he followed the quiver and roll of Suzi's buttocks along the hall. There was just something about the way the flesh jiggled and rippled, and the sway of her hips, that brought on a surge of carnal desire. Alan felt dark urges rising inside him. Something akin to the deep hollow yearning he experienced when he'd first discovered porn, a desperation which could only be satisfied by yanking his dick until the hot stuff poured out in a long sublime rush. But, seeing Suzi as she was put pornography into the realms of Plato's cave. The actuality of her three-dimensional form – those curves and face and hair, Suzi's legs and those shoes – held him enthralled, his need for sexual gratification abruptly imperative. Wanking wouldn't be anywhere near enough. Not this time. Not with her. "You're so sexy," growled Alan when Suzi paused at the entrance to the bedroom to throw a grin over her shoulder. "Easy tiger," she smirked in response. "You look like you're going to pounce." He wanted to, but Suzi was too quick, the blonde moving away to leave Alan working a fist over his cock in the corridor. He followed her into the room, barely noticing the big double bed and dressing table. Alan couldn't care less about three-drawer cupboards at either side of the bed; his focus was Suzi, her stockings and her shoes and her depilated vulva. She kept the shoes on, clambering onto the bed so she could aim her rump at the door while resting on straight arms and her knees. "Get behind me," purred Suzi, swivelling at the waist to look back at Alan. "Lick me back there." When Suzi spread the globes of her buttocks, Alan gaped at the way her labia peeled apart to reveal her pink, glistening core. The sight of her sphincter winking at him brought a low moan of desire out of the boy. He moved to the bed, transfixed by Suzi's lewd presentation, jacking his cock as he knelt on the mattress to join her. Suzi chuckled when Alan ducked in to spread her even wider. "God, you're keen!" yelped the delighted blonde when he went at the dark smudge as well as her pussy. "You filthy bugger, go on," Suzi urged. "Lick my arsehole as well. I love it ... Be dirty with me." Alan nuzzled and slurped and licked. He probed the puckered roundel with the tip of his tongue, working his fist over his cock while Suzi's low moans of pleasure came back to spur him on to more lewd endeavours. He slobbered at her sex, concentrating some effort against the nub of her clit when Suzi gasped at him to lick it and suck it. "Do you want me to suck you as well?" asked Suzi after several minutes of Alan going at her body. "Fuck yeah!" Alan replied while kneading Suzi's buttocks with one hand. He still cranked at his dick, completely enthralled by the silky texture of female skin. "I'm actually quite horny myself," Suzi informed the young man. She lay across the bed, spread on her stomach while reaching towards one of the bedside cabinets. "Here," she went on after rummaging around in one of the drawers. "Lie down so I can lay over you." Alan complied, eyeing the pink jelly dildo Suzi had retrieved from the cabinet. "What's that for?" he asked with some consternation, his first thought being she intended to use it on him. "I'm going to have a little wank while I suck your cock. It must be this virginity thing. I really am mega horny. I'm having fun." Alan watched Suzi settle over his thighs. She was bridged over his legs on one hip and an elbow, her legs spreading wide before she spat on the head of the dildo and rubbed its round bulb over her pussy. He groaned, "Don't you get horny all the time?" Suzi had Alan's length in her fist, slowly working her hand up-and-down while gently easing a couple of inches of moulded latex into her body. She pulled a face, pouting with a contemplative expression before replying with, "Sometimes, but not always. Not all my guests are sexy, good-looking young men." "Oh," Alan said, slightly deflated at being reminded of Suzi's occupation. "I suppose not." Suzi let out a quick bark of a laugh when she saw the look on Alan's face. "But I'm horny right now," she said, her voice breaking with genuine desire. "I've got a hot young virgin cock to suck," she went on with a low moan while looking at Alan through eyes heavy-lidded with need. "I'm just going to enjoy myself. Forget about the hour, Alan. I'll stop the clock. Let's just have some fun." "Oh God," Alan gasped when Suzi's hot mouth enveloped his swollen cock-head. "Shit, you're fucking incredible," he whined, eyes going from where Suzi's bulging cheek and stretched lips to where she was working the dildo hard over her clit. "This is fantastic..." Suzi gommed at his big purple dome, cranking the shaft down at its root, moaning and gasping while working the boy with her vigorous tongue, and none of the grunts and moans coming out of her were contrived. She was genuinely feeling the pleasure, arousal a hot bloom down between her legs, the flush of yearning a rosy glow suffusing her throat and chest. Like Suzi had said, it didn't happen often, but she occasionally enjoyed real pleasure with one or two of her clients. She'd liked the boy from their first meeting. He wasn't pushy or boorish, and she found his shyness endearing. He wasn't bad looking and had a decent body; plus the virgin angle was also a bit of a turn-on, as were the little bursts of surprised appreciation he blurted out every now and again. Seeing his reaction to having his cock sucked had Suzi squirming as she fucked the dildo in-and-out of her body, and if he kept on making those noises she was likely to come. "You like me sucking your cock?" Suzi asked, painting her cheeks with his pre-cum. She rolled the cock-head over her face, smearing the gloop over her skin, uncaring of any mess, aroused by Alan's feral gaze as he watched her depravity. "Suzi ... Oh Jesus," gasped Alan, throat working while he gaped at the blonde. "It's lovely," she purred, smacking the keel against the flat of her tongue. "Nice and thick and so fucking hard..." Suzi cranked at the stiff length with a few vigorous strokes as she delivered that las word, the dildo bumping and slipping over her clit, her orgasm a bright speck in the distance, yet rapidly closing. "And I'm going to be the first woman to feel it fucking into her cunt. My wet pussy is going to be the first one you stick this thing into." Suzi watched Alan's face for his response to her lewd outburst, her own need bringing forth the profanity. "Can I fuck you soon?" Alan gasped, thrusting into her hand. "I want to put it in ... Suzi, please..." The desperation in the boy's tone sent a surge of arousal through Suzi. She moaned and closed her eyes, head lolling loose, platinum blonde hair spreading across Alan's stomach and legs while the woman fucked herself with a robust, bed-shaking action. "Oh god, kiss me," she grunted. "Alan, kiss me, I'm going to come..." * Alan gawped at the sight of Suzi in the throes of her climax. She'd rolled off him to lay wide-legged on the bed, one hand working the latex cock hard. He stared in amazed awe while her breasts rolled and trembled, her pussy accommodating the girth of the dildo, the blonde herself snorting and grunting, face twisted into a mask of agonised ecstasy. "God, Alan, kiss me, you bastard," Suzi sobbed, hips jerking as she thrust up off the bed to meet the inward plunge. "I'm fucking coming," she mewled. Suzi's Shoes Suzi clawed air in her attempt to get to Alan, seconds going by until he eventually responded. Alan pawed at Suzi's breasts while she held onto his head and almost sucked his tongue out by the root. Alan felt Suzi's skin, his palms sliding over her ribcage and stomach, down past her hips so he could maul at one buttock, jacking his length with his spare hand. "Oh Jesus, oh fuck!" Suzi wailed. "That was so bloody intense." She sucked in great draughts of air, the dildo still wedged in her body, half its length exposed, like an obscene tongue, her folds clinging to the shaft while she reached for Alan again, pulling him for another heated kiss. She was gasping into the boy's open mouth when she let out a blurt of surprise. Suzi felt something flick onto her skin, a splash of semen hitting her stomach at the same time she heard Alan grunt. She pushed his face away and watched him unload, his fist cranking hard while viscous goo gushed forth, the heavy rain pouring down onto her body. And it just kept pumping out of the boy in an apparently inexhaustible deluge while Alan grunted and snorted and whined, gasping, head going back on his neck while his fist continued to crank back-and-forth. Suzi was thrilled to witness such a vehement response. "Fucking hell!" she exclaimed. "How much of that stuff is there?" "I'm sorry," groaned Alan as the outrush abated. "I didn't mean..." Suzi dabbed a hand at the blobs which glistened all over her torso, examining fingers sticky with jizm. "Come closer," she purred, grinning while adding, "No pun intended. Here," continued the blonde with a curl of one arm. She beckoned Alan into position, then grabbed for his dick and slurped at the cock-end. "Thu-that's bad," Alan croaked while Suzi licked and gommed and jacked at his root low down near his balls. Suzi just laughed and grinned up at Alan, eyes gleaming as she made a big deal out of it by moaning and groaning, her mouth full of male gristle. She had an inkling her sluttish act would keep the boy rampant, with Alan growling for more. He's eighteen, she thought to herself, he can stay hard. Finally, as Alan stared at her face, his eyes like boiled eggs, Suzi levered upright. She sat on the bed in a mermaid pose, weight on one outstretched arm, a thread of spunk jiggling from her chin as she moved. To a shocked Alan, she said, "Get me a towel," then scooped at the cum with the edge of one finger. "I need a towel," she told him. "It'd take a whole box of tissues to mop up this mess." "I'm sorry," Alan repeated, appalled at the carnage. "I–" he attempted, feeling a drag of some dark urge way down deep at the sight of the blonde's face so utterly despoiled. He was thinking how gorgeous she looked plastered with cum when Suzi's laugh cut him short. "Don't worry. It's fine ... Just get me a bloody towel will you." Alan did as he was told, clambering off the bed so he could pad barefoot and naked, cock waggling at half-mast, to the en-suite bathroom. "Do you always come this heavily?" asked Suzi when he returned. She laid the towel over her body, dabbing at herself while looking at Alan. "Not usually that much," Alan replied, nudging his chin at the towel. "But when I'm really excited ... Why, is it too much?" "More than the average," Suzi replied, bundling the towel into a sodden ball. "Here, get rid of this. There's a laundry bin in the bathroom." Alan made another trip to the en-suite, using the towel to clean up his gooey dick as he went. Suzi was back in her mermaid pose when Alan returned. She waited for him, laid on the bed with her weight on one hip and an elbow, eyes shining with devilment as she smirked and said, "It was probably a good thing you came." She nodded at the length hanging in a heavy arc in front of Alan. "If you'd put that thing inside me, you'd have probably come straight away. At least now you'll be able to enjoy your first fuck for a little bit longer." Suzi dropped an eyelid onto one cheek. "Do you want to see if we can keep you hard? Would you like to fuck now?" "Yuh-yes please," Alan gulped, a thrill of excited anticipation sending cold shivers down his spine. Suzi extended an arm. "Come here, then. We better get started." He walked to the bed, partially dazed, the moment suddenly taking on huge significance. It was time; he was actually going to lose his virginity. Alan's mind raced, thoughts sprinting away, impressions tumbling hither and yon. He had a notion about remembering every last detail for future recollection, about taking the memory with him forever. Alan's eyes moved down from the straight, platinum blonde hair, taking in Suzi's green eyes, snub nose, and the amused twist to her lips. He soaked up the image of weighty, round breasts, the curve of her body and the outline of slightly paler skin which showed where Suzi's bikini had been when she'd soaked up the sun in weeks gone by. His cock twitched and signalled its need for stimulation, his hand going to it while he continued to stare at the blonde on the bed. "That's hot," mumbled Alan when Suzi shunted her rump over the bed so she could prop her shoulders against the pillows and spread her thighs wide. "Don't waste that hard-on," she cooed, grinning as she stroked her inner thighs, heels digging into the quilt. "Get on here with me." Alan got onto the bed, crawling between Suzi's legs on his hands and knees until he was hovering above her. "Here," she murmured, reaching down to clasp Alan's length. Suzi worked him for a few strokes with one fist, splaying her labia with her free hand while shifting around to aim him at her opening. "Come lower, Alan ... Kiss me ... That's right, just let me guide you to the right place. Normally," continued the blonde when their kiss broke, "I insist on a condom. There's no price on my health," added Suzi, her fingers curled round Alan's girth, gripping him low as she eased him in closer. "So usually I absolutely insist on protection. But since you're a virgin..." The woman grinned and winked while mushing the cock-head through her vulva. "...I reckon there's no need for all that. Besides," she went on as she slid the big dome through her labia and over her clit, "a boy's first time should be natural ... So let's do it bareback." Alan's heart hammered. He sucked in a deep breath and looked down from where he held himself over Suzi on straight arms, his gaze set on where the blunt end of his knob nudged the blonde's body. "Easy," purred Suzi as she gently brought Alan's face down to hers, her tongue slipping into his mouth. She kissed him for no more than five seconds, then locked her stare onto his eyes. "Push it in slowly. I want you to slide it in, babe. Take your time, don't go rushing off. Put it all the way in, then hold it there and think about where you are and what you're doing. Hold still and feel me tightening my muscles around you." "Oh God," Alan moaned when the molten embrace overwhelmed his length. He groaned and gulped, wall-eyed with it as the liquid heat engulfed his cock. Alan glanced down to see his cock embedded inside Suzi up to his root. He blinked and gulped and boggled into her face while mumbling, "I'm inside you." His head shook side-to-side as he continued with an awed, "I'm really inside you, Suzi." "You are," nodded Suzi, surprised by the sudden onrush of tenderness for the boy. "You're inside me. We're together. You're fucking," she finally breathed. Alan gulped and continued to gawp at Suzi's flesh where it was stretched round his girth. "Take your time," Suzi reminded him as her hips started to move. "Make love first. It isn't often I feel this way, darling. Let's both of us savour the moment. Let's both just enjoy it." * It started how Suzi wanted it to. She whispered reminders to Alan whenever he began to get carried away, breathing soft entreaties at him to keep it nice and easy, to enjoy the glide of his cock through her slick flesh. "For a first-timer, you're pretty good," Suzi murmured. She sucked on her lower lip and wrinkled her nose at her lover. "Really?" he groaned, gasping and gazing down into the feline stare coming straight back at him. "You're not just saying that, are you?" "No," grunted Suzi, thrusting up with a little more vehemence. She wanted him in deep for a couple of strokes, her own urges beginning to simmer close to the boil. "I'm not just saying it. You're lovely and hard ... and quite thick. I can really feel you moving inside me. You're cock's rubbing right where it should." "You're gorgeous," moaned Alan, overwhelmed by the actuality of her pussy squelching around him. Suzi laughed and pulled him in for another kiss. "So you keep saying," she said when they parted. "This is brilliant ... Fantastic." Suzi folded her legs at the knees, shoes coming up off the bed. "Hook my legs with your arms. I need it rougher. Get in there, Alan," she grunted, tilting her hips so he could work at her cunt. "Pound me. Batter my pussy." Flesh slapped upon flesh with meaty thwacks when Alan complied. Suzi grunted and snorted, a hand moving down to their conjunction, fingers going at her clit where she fingered her tight bean, Alan moaning and babbling above her. "I never want this to stop," mumbled the man, his eyes fixed on Suzi's rolling breasts, the twin orbs jiggling with the force of his thrusts and urgent movements of the blonde's arm. "Take as long as you want!" squealed Suzi. "I don't care if you take all day ... just don't fucking stop." Alan looked at Suzi's tortured expression, the desire to batter her pussy into submission twisting his face. The shy, reticent boy changed in an instant when he intuited Suzi's needs, his manner altering as he snarled and began pounding at her like he was on a mission to shatter her pubic bone. "That's just right," Suzi wailed in response. "Smash me ... Batter my cunt. Use me however you want me." Alan snorted and moaned, eyes rolling before his lips peeled back from his teeth. In a moment of wild exuberance, he gave four or five very robust lunges while growling, "I'm going to fuck you all day." Suzi returned the effort with several vehement upthrusts of her own. "If you think you can last," snarled the blonde. She taunted Alan with a feline smirk, words coming out all curdled with need when she groaned, "Let's see what my virgin can do. Show me what a hot fuck you're going to be." It went on for five minutes more. Alan instinctively altered his tempo, changing the angle and depth of his thrusts while taking his cue from the woman. He sensed she was close to her climax, the physical clues obvious even to him with his limited experience. Suzi squeaked and wailed, fingers still going at her sex. Her head rolled side-to-side as she gritted her teeth, urging her orgasm out into the open. "Don't come yet," she moaned up at her lover, glazed eyes clearing when she set her stare on his face. "I'm so fucking close, don't ruin it by coming." Alan replied without pausing; he didn't miss a beat while spitting his response through teeth clenched with the effort of maintaining the pressure. "I told you," he said, "I can go on all day." "You don't need to," mewled Suzi, the judders taking hold. "I'm there," she whined, slapping the flats of three fingers against her vulva before then rubbing hard at her clit. "I'm coming," she bellowed. "I'm coming!" * He rode Suzi through it. The blonde moaned and writhed, fingers clawing at the bedcover and Alan's upper arms, her body wracked with spasms, eyelids fluttering, jaws locked tight as though she was having some kind of seizure, the heaving and wailing apparently without end. "Jesus," gasped Alan when the violence eventually calmed. "Is it always like that?" Suzi's head lolled as, eyes closed, she pushed the boy away from her body. "Not at all," she managed to groan, and, with Alan laid out alongside her, she mumbled, "Nowhere near..." Alan looked on, his brow corrugated in a frown of puzzlement. "You mean you don't usually come like that?" "Darling, in this profession," said Suzi while struggling for air, "I go days without coming. I usually wank with a vibrator if I'm horny. Sometimes one of the guests will get me worked up, but then usually leave me choking to come. When that happens, I'll get myself off..." She rolled onto her side and then ducked in to kiss Alan with a forceful press of her mouth against his, her tongue writhing and squirming between the boy's lips. "More?" asked Suzi, eyes shining. "From behind or something?" "Fuck yeah," said Alan, nodding briskly at the suggestion. "Can you still go on all day?" Suzi said as she moved onto all fours. Alan gaped at the sight of the blonde on her hands and knees, the shape of her hips, buttocks and swollen-lipped pussy presented for his pleasure sending a ripple of carnal desire through his core. "What a great body," breathed Alan as he moved to kneel behind Suzi. "Just perfect," he moaned, finding the woman's core with the stiff length of male gristle he held in one hand. "You're a fast learner," Suzi said, waist creasing as she grinned back at Alan behind her. "You didn't need any guidance just then, did you? You knew just where to put it." And then they got down to business again. Alan gulped and took a firm grip of Suzi's waist, pulling her onto his dick while she mewled out her pleasure. * Suzi yelped when Alan's palm smacked down onto her arse. She thrust back against him, what spare flesh she had on her hips rippling under the force of it. "Do it again," mewled the blonde. "Spank me." Alan, caught up in the moment, complied. His hand thwacked down at least five times in rapid succession, quick forceful slaps which had Suzi squirming and gasping, the cheeks of her backside glowing pink. She craned round to look at Alan. "Look at you getting all kinky on me." She sucked in her lower lip and crinkled her nose at her lover. "Have we unleashed the beast, babe?" Alan's fingers dug into Suzi's hips, his length buttery on the outstroke when he eased almost all of himself out of her body. Then he slid back inside, moaning while savouring her feminine shape, her pussy squelching around the trunk of his dick as he leaned in to crouch low over her back. "Thank you for being my first," gurgled Alan, his teeth grazing the back of Suzi's neck. He reached beneath her, hands filling with breast-flesh while the couple grunted and muttered about how pleasurable it all was. "You're welcome," whined Suzi, a hand sneaking between her legs. "I didn't expect anything like this to happen today," the blonde added, fingers slipping over her bean. "But I'm so fucking glad you noticed my shoes in Morrison's the other day." Alan fucked into Suzi with short thrusts, his hands mauling her breasts. He groaned with delight and then mumbled a thick-lipped, "God, Suzi ... those shoes..." * She was sat on the dressing table, legs wide, those shoes waggling as Alan shuffled forward to present the blunt dome to Suzi's loose-lipped sex. He growled while pushing his palms against her thighs, forcing her wider. "I can see it going in," mumbled Alan. "Shit ... Oh fuck ... Just look at it." Suzi did. She pressed her chin to her chest and looked down, spreading the slippery folds to better show Alan the manner in which her body accepted his length. "You're wet with my pussy," she croaked, the shock of seeing just how turned on she was a jolt in the pit of her stomach. "God, it's pissing out of me!" Suzi's jaw hung slack when she lifted her focus to Alan's face, a few seconds passing before she finally gasped, "It's been ages since anyone has made me feel this good during sex; I thought I was too jaded to care." "I love fucking," groaned Alan. He looked into Suzi's eyes and saw her expression heavy with lust "You're beautiful." Then they were kissing, the pair gasping and groaning and pawing at one another as Alan fucked his length into the blonde's body. Their passions burned hotter, Alan leaning back while Suzi's hands went to his shoulders. She kept her legs pulled back, knees near her shoulders to offer herself to his gooey, probing attention. The boy was grunting and whining, licking his dry lips while blinking at Suzi. "I think I'm close," he mumbled, amending it almost immediately to, "I'm going to come." "So much for lasting all day," Suzi quipped in reply. She reached down with both hands, pressing her palms against the dressing table in an effort to shunt forward against Alan's cock. "Let me fuck you," she groaned, the furniture shaking and juddering under her buttocks. Alan whined, "Suzi, I'm–" as the surge boiled up through his core. She offered him a grimace while working back-and-forth, her pussy teasing his cock towards the inevitable explosion. "Do it wherever you want," Suzi snarled, keen to get the boy there. "Inside me if you feel like it ... Or wank it over my tummy and tits..." Alan's eyes closed. He whined and moaned while holding Suzi's just above her hip bones, leaning back at the waist as it all became too much to take. "You're doing it, aren't you?" gasped Suzi, fingers forked in a bridge over Alan's length while she splayed her labia at the same time. "You're dumping it all in my cunt." She watched Alan's cock, sure she could see the thing pulsing as it pumped whatever he had left into her body. The blonde flicked a forefinger over the pink nub of her clit, the tingles bursting from the sensitive bud making her whine with delight. Alan sobbed out his relief, chest hitching. He held tight to Suzi's waist, keeping her fastened in place until he was drained of ejaculate, the gloop sliding out in a rush when he eased himself clear. After that, with his cock oozing spunk, Alan boggled at the sight of Suzi fucking three stiff digits into her opening, thumb working hard at her clit. Her pussy farted and squelched, cum dripping out, her fingers smeared with the stuff as she stirred the digits into her opening. "I'm coming again," Suzi wailed. * Suzi had no qualms about parading around the apartment in her stockings and shoes; for her it was usual. She urged Alan to use the shower, offering the boy free run of the facilities. "Make yourself at home," she smiled at him. "You deserve it." Alan went into the en-suite, where he showered away his exertions, towelling himself dry before – slightly self-conscious about his nudity now it was done – he re-emerged into the bedroom. "How do you feel?" Suzi asked, one eyebrow lifting with the enquiry. "Incredible," Alan replied. He let his gaze rove over the blonde's curves as she stood with her fists on her hips, certain he could get hard again if she made any offer. "Suzi," he sighed, cheeks ballooning while shaking his side-to-side. "I mean ... That was amazing..." Suzi shrugged. "For me, too." "Really? Honest?" Alan gaped at her, unsure whether to believe her or not. Suzi rolled her eyes at him before she strode to the dressing table to open one of the drawers. "Here," she said. "This is proof." Alan blinked at the banknotes fanned in her fingers. "I don't get it," he mumbled. "Take your money back. All of it. And," Suzi purred, head tilting as she smirked at the boy gawping back at her. "Give me a ring anytime," she told him. "But next time you pay." Suzi's Shopping Trip The office phone rang as I shut down the computer, another day at an end. It was my boss, John. "Deal done!" he exclaimed. "Fantastic, well done!" I replied. "And well done to you – it wouldn't have happened without your creative genius." "Thanks, man," I replied. It truly was great news. We had worked on this project for weeks, and now it had come to fruition – a very lucrative long-term contract with a blue chip company was a huge bonus for a small firm like ours. "I've just left the airport and I'll be home in about 40 minutes," he said. "Why don't you meet me at my place and we'll have a drink to celebrate." John and I were good friends. He was my boss, but he'd taken a punt on me several years ago as a struggling, failed author trying to get into ad copy writing with no experience. He had taught me a lot of things about the industry, and now with this deal, together we had hit pay dirt. I arrived at his house and rang the doorbell. His wife, Suzi, let me in. "Hi David, John's not home yet, but he told me the news. Isn't it great?" "It's brilliant. Makes it all worthwhile – I should hit him up for a raise." She laughed and handed me a beer. She grabbed her own already-poured wine glass and we adjourned to the living room, sitting opposite one another on their pair of expensive looking leather sofas, and exchanged small talk about our days. I knew Suzi quite well; John would often invite me round for after-work drinks. She is a warm and bubbly girl – and very good looking. Suzi is about 27, quite a bit younger than John, but certainly no trophy wife as far as I could see. Their relationship appeared to be pretty good, they seemed like a perfect fit, the kind of thing I'd been looking for but so far in my 35 years hadn't quite yet managed. Suzi is nice to be around and she could also be a little flirtatious at times, although never anything overt, more in a sort of innocent girly kind of way. I would sometimes mildly flirt back with her, but it was never anything beyond goodhearted playfulness. I always had the feeling that she was actually quite a shy person. But she was my wife's boss, and I really had never entertained any desires upon her beyond the fact that she was first-class eye candy - with her slim figure, lovely shoulder length brown hair, her perfectly shaped little tits, flashing blue eyes and cute smile, she sure was something to behold. "I've been out shopping today," she said. "Got this skirt – what do you think?" She was looking down at it, tugging the hem lightly. She was wearing a short light blue skirt that flared slightly, and a white tight-fitting singlet top that accentuated the shape of her smallish but oh so cute and perfectly rounded breasts. With the white running shoes she was wearing it was kind of like a tennis outfit, except that it was just a little too formal looking. "Looks great," I replied. It was true. "It's the perfect compliment to your fabulously sexy legs." She blushed slightly at the ridiculous banter tumbling out of my mouth. I almost blushed myself – 'fabulously sexy legs'? Oh dear... "Oh, you men!" she sighed. "It's a bit short for my liking, but I hope John likes it." "Well, as a man," I continued, hoping I hadn't embarrassed her with the fabulously sexy legs thing, "I can understand why he would want to look at you in short skirts. And I think he will like this one." "I hope so. He always likes it when I'm wearing something nice, especially when it catches the eye of another guy. He seems to like it when other guys check me out. That's why I asked you." She looked good, alright. And she'd certainly caught my eye. She was facing me, comfortably reclined, her legs not quite together as she continued to fiddle with the hem of the dress, examining her purchase. She asked me what I thought of the colour as she ran her fingers around the hem, sorting of flicking it up a bit and then letting it settle back down, briefly exposing the tops of her upper thighs. She looked down again and admired the skirt, which had now ridden up an inch or so. I told her she would look good in that skirt in any colour. "You think so?" she said, this time shifting in her seat. Her legs had come apart a little. A felt a surge a blood to my brain as I beheld the sight of this sexy little creature and the realisation hit me that maybe this wasn't an accident; it was blatant. Surely it must have been blatant? She wanted to show off her new skirt and her long, tanned legs. Clearly, it seemed to me, she was fishing for compliments about her body – in a manner that was a little bit too overt considering she was sitting in the lounge of her house with a man who wasn't her husband. This was a side of Suzi I hadn't seen and I was starting to wonder where this was heading – but I wasn't too worried because I knew John would be home at any minute. Comfortable in that knowledge, I thought, 'why not play along a while?' I was wondering how much more I would see, whether by accident or design. "Suzi, you look great in that. You're a very sexy looking woman. You've got better legs than most 18 year olds." "You really think my legs look good?" she replied, briefly looking up at me with a shy smile before glancing back down at her legs, as if to see for herself that I wasn't just making it up. Now her legs had come apart a bit more. Sitting there, not four feet in front of me, she was all but brazenly displaying her panties. The tension in the air was unmistakable now, and it wasn't just the pounding in my brain and heart, and in my cock, which was definitely starting to stir. If this kept up any longer I'd be having to hide a massive hard-on. There was a pause in the conversation as she sipped her wine. I took a big slug of my beer. I decided to get a little bolder. "Do you like it when men look at you?" I asked cautiously. "I mean, you know, when you're out on the town with John, dressed up, and some guy sort of eyes you up as you walk by or something." She blushed a little. "Well, yeah, I suppose. I suppose every girl likes to be admired. But sometimes you can feel a bit creepy with someone leering at you." She leaned across the coffee table to place the wine glass on a coaster. I wondered how many glasses she'd had before she arrived. In doing so, her right leg shifted outwards, and when she sat back down she left it as it was. Her legs were now a good foot apart. Not very lady like, but she continued our conversation as if she didn't notice her sitting position – even though she was still playing with the material of the skirt and glancing down at her legs. Anyone who saw her like this would be leering at her, that's for sure, I thought to myself. I certainly was; I could look nowhere else. "You should be proud of your beauty and the reactions it inspires in people," I continued, "even the creepy ones. I'm looking at your legs now and admiring them; does it make you feel creepy?" It should have been obvious to her that I was ogling her legs, and now I was staring at the white, panty covered V-shape under her skirt which had just become exposed as she shifted a little on her seat. As if to illustrate the discussion about her legs, she was gently and playfully swinging them in and out, tugging on the skirt lifting it and smoothing it back down, as if to make sure her dress was in order. When she flicked the hem, I could plainly see straight up her skirt. I was able to see the top of her slim white panties and even as far as the band around the waist before she smoothed it back down again. She may have looked up at me but I wouldn't know; I couldn't stop looking at her legs. My eyes were glued to her legs. My cock was now rock hard; my throat was dry. I belted down the rest of the beer. "No, it's nice, I guess. Do you think my legs are really that sexy?" As she asked the question, she was pulling the hem back, to expose the tops of her thighs, as if to make a visual judgment about her legs, but always with this pretence of naïve innocence, as if she had no idea she was exposing herself the way she was. Yet she must have known. I was almost lost in the reverie of her display. I was so turned on I almost couldn't speak. My head was throbbing. I cleared my throat and tried to get a grip on myself. "I bet John loves the feel of your legs, they look so smooth and silky," I said. I feared that with that, that I had just skated onto thin ice – what if she really didn't realise what a sexy display she was putting on? I certainly didn't want an ugly scene with John over me perving under his wife's skirt and making lewd comments. "Well, they are smooth," she said, as she gently ran a finger down the inside of her right thigh, to demonstrate just how smooth and silky they were. I sighed under my breath, relieved that she wasn't suddenly outraged at my boldness. Instead, the situation was escalating. She sat there, still not really looking up at me, legs now more than a foot apart, running her finger along her left inner thigh and taking the skirt with it as she neared her pussy. It was now plainly in view; she was obviously wearing a g-string, I could even see the bottom of the string where it disappeared up her arse and I could even make out the delicate shape of her lips. All the while she continued to glance down at her legs, hardly looking at me, her left leg playfully swinging in and out. Then, under my mesmerised gaze, she lightly ran her finger all the way up her thigh to her pussy, briefly and gently running up and down the outer lips on her left side. I almost blew my load right there. "Well, it's nice to be appreciated," she said, with a kind of giggling flourish. With that, the door swung open and in walked John. I felt a surge of almost relief as the sexual heat that had built up within the room suddenly dissipated and I leapt from my chair to shake my boss' hand. "Welcome home buddy," I said, suddenly realising there was a massive hard on display in my pants. I hoped he hadn't seen it. Whether or not Suzi noticed, I wasn't sure. "Man, I'm busting for the loo," he said. "Make yourself comfortable and I'll be right back." He gave his wife a kiss and a hug and disappeared into the bathroom. Suzi and I resumed our seats. She looked up at me and smiled as she took another swig from her glass. Then she lifted one leg and placed it on the chair. "I had a really relaxing day today," she continued. As she spoke, she idly let one hand drift down until it settled on her inner thigh, right up high on her left leg. "After my shopping trip I went down to the beach for a few hours." Any other day I might have been conjuring up images of her lying majestically on the beach topless, but not now. With one leg up on the sofa, and the other spread widely apart, there was no mistaking the lewdness of the display. There was no pretence now, no denying the fact of what she was doing, which was exposing herself right there in front of me. And this time she was looking at me, smiling. She was gently rubbing her fingers up and down her pussy lips. "It was so hot down there!" she said, her words breaking the spell she had me under as I suddenly remembered she was talking about the beach. Her blue eyes were wide and sparkling as she smiled at me. I could hardly believe my eyes. Now she was looking straight at me, straight into my eyes, but I couldn't prevent me gaze from drifting back to her crotch. She was rubbing her hand on her crotch right there in front of me, gently, two fingers, up and down, legs wide apart, skirt up so high it she might as well not have even been wearing it. Then her finger moved across to lightly slide up and down the outer elastic of her g-string. She slipped a finger inside the elastic and pulled the white material across to one side to reveal her beautifully shaved pussy. She held it there, completely exposing herself, her wetness glistening as she then rubbed her index finger up and down her slit. I looked up briefly and she was looking straight into my eyes, grinning madly. "Yes, very hot," I croaked. I felt the rush of blood; at that moment I would have come with the slightest of touches to my cock. But right then John returned to the room, and Suzi casually resumed a seating position more in keeping with the particular social situation she was in. Again I was relieved, although somewhat deflated that this incredible show was now over. I excused myself to the bathroom and stayed there a while to regain my composure. Dinner was a normal pleasant affair like any other I'd had at John's house as we celebrated our good fortune at work. Suzi was the perfect hostess, acting throughout as if nothing had happened. I made my farewells at about 11pm, and they saw me to the door. I shook John's hand goodnight, and the Suzi reached around in front of John standing at the door to kiss me goodbye. She leaned across, and with that the top of her thigh nestled against my cock. It was subtle but definite, and John could not see it from where he was. "Goodnight David, it was a wonderful night, see you again." With a hand on my shoulder she reached up to kiss me on the lips, darting her tongue inside my mouth for the briefest of moments before withdrawing, and with that flashing smile bade farewell and disappeared inside. It was so quick and subtle that John, standing behind her, could never have seen the tongue kiss. I walked down the drive and to my car in a complete fog, my cock suddenly rock hard again and my brain wondering where all this was going to lead.