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Summer Lovers

By: Summer Lovers



Desire was building. She knew the telltale moisture of her arousal had already dampened her panties. Breaking their passionate kiss, Carmen stepped back as the taboo and excitement of kissing this very young man aroused her carnal desires. She was teetering on the verge of dragging him into the house, ripping off his clothes and impaling her pussy on his hard cock. 

"Ok, I have to go in now." She whispered, hoping not to betray her wanton lust for him.

"I'll call you tomorrow." He said, stepping back, again taking his hands in hers, he added, "God, you are so fine." Noticing the bright crimson coloration in her cheeks, he thought she was blushing from the compliment. Never in his wildest imagination could he have guessed the truth. 

"Tomorrow," he said again as he turned to walk back to his bike.

"What time tomorrow?" she asked. Watching him as he tightened the chinstrap of his helmet, he reminded her of a young Peter Fonda in the movie "Easy Rider".

"Afternoon, around 2 O'clock." he replied. Pausing for a second to look at her standing just inside the door as the thoughts flooded his mind about what had just occurred.

"Jeez fuck'n Christ! I just made out with Kyle's mom." Alan thought as he rode his motorcycle toward home, adjusting the huge bulging erection in his jeans. Feelings of anxiety, fear and confidence of what he had just done and thoughts of tomorrow inundated his imagination. He wanted to feel her breasts crushed against his chest, slide his tongue into her delicious mouth and cup the round cheeks of her butt in his palms.

Carmen continued to fight her animal-like urge for sexual satisfaction as her thoughts continually returned back to Alan. Trying to get her thoughts on something else, she took a pair of coveralls that belonged to her deceased husband. A fluttering of guilt suddenly settled into her heart as she ran her fingers over the material. David had bought the coveralls shortly before the accident, and she debated whether or not to just leave them folded in the drawer.

"It's been four years. David is gone and you need to move on with your life," she whispered out loud.

Taking a pair of scissors, she cut off the legs. The sewing machine hummed while she turned the material under, hemming them into a pair of shorts. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, she was pleased with her work, as her thoughts wondered to what Alan would think of her wearing them.

Later that evening during her shower as she shaved the stubble from the lips of her sex, she could not stop herself from remembering how his lips felt while they kissed. Firm, masculine and warm. She continued to think of his hand on her leg, how such a simple act as that could ignite such wonderfully erotic reactions. Bath gel lathered profusely as she guided the soapy Sea Sponge down over her stomach and pressing it firmly into the soft area above her mound, she closed her eyes, seeing his body held between her thighs as they rode the motorcycle. Inhaling deeply and slowly as the soft, course texture of the sponge slid easily between her thighs, she cupped her breast, pinching her nipple. She tried to imagine exactly what they would be doing if she had not sent him away and she regretted her actions of not surrendering to her most primal desires.

Now with the room dark, she tossed and turned amid the pillows and sheets, finally giving in to her wanton desire. A sharp gasp and low moan escaped her throat as she sank two fingers into her oily passage. Drawing them out, she rubbed her clit as she pulled and twisted her nipples, imagining his teeth gently nibbling at them. Turning over on her stomach, she took the vibrator from the nightstand, switched it to the highest setting and easily inserted into her pussy. Her breathing was labored as she tried to hold back the pleasure of her orgasm. As her body shuddered, she gasped, moaning, imagining his hard cock relentlessly pounding into the soul of her body, as wave upon wave of sexual bliss completely consumed her. When her senses returned, she turned off the vibrator and pulled it out of her slick channel and let it drop onto the bed between her thighs. She stretched, then rolled over onto her side. Hugging a pillow to her bosom she quickly faded off to sleep as she imagined it was Alan she held in her arms.

Having gone to bed early that night, Alan was stroking his erection, remembering vividly the satiny smoothness of her thighs. His shaft was unusually hot and longer; he could not remember it being as long or as large as it now appeared. The rim of the helmet looked like it was protruding well above his clenched fist. Licking his dry lips, he closed his eyes as his thoughts turned to the sweet taste of her tongue in his mouth and the softness of her hair as he passionately kissed her. His pent up sexual desire for Carmen was near its peak as the vision materialized in his mind's eye of looking up the leg of her shorts, seeing her white panties and the swell of the bottom portion of her butt. Feeling the warm rivulet of his pre-cum on his thumb, he again looked at the bulbous helmet above his pumping hand. He began to imagine it was her hand that was stroking him while a vision of her smiling face appeared beside the image of her hand. The labored breathing and tense muscles was a telltale sign that he was past the point of no return. He tried to stifle a deep moan when his cock pulsed, and he exhaled sharply as jets of semen arched upwards, then falling, created an irregular trail of hot white fluid down from his chest and across his stomach. Finally the eruptions subsided and the last remnants of his orgasm flowed over the back of his hand.

Reaching over the edge of the bed, he picked the pair of underwear he had been wearing that day and wiped up his mess. Tossing them onto the pile of dirty clothes, he lay back down and quickly dozed off to sleep, as he thought of Carmen.

"Alan, it's time to get up," his mom said as she lightly knocked on his bedroom door.

"Ok." He had been awake for sometime, thinking about the previous evening with Carmen. He actually enjoyed taking her for a ride on his motorcycle. She was vibrant, fun and easy to talk with. She never acted in the role of the adult as he thought she would, never correcting him when he let a cuss word slip. He smiled as he remembered her flipping off the driver of that car that cut in front of them. He inhaled deeply as the memory of her kiss became the foremost though on his mind.

"Do you want to eat breakfast before you mow the yard?" His Mom asked.

"Yeah. Steak and eggs, coffee and orange juice," he joked. Sitting up on the side of his bed, grabbing the pants he wore last night and putting them on, then stuffed the crusty pair of underwear towards the bottom of the pile of his dirty clothes.

"One order of medium-well Cheerios coming right up." His mom laughed, turning away from his door.

Placing the empty bowl of cereal in the sink, he asked his mom, "I'm planning to go to Bomber Field this afternoon with Kyle's mom. Is that Ok?"

"I don't mind but you need to mow the yard first. I want a nice job this time, not like the one you did last week. You hear me?"

"Ok, I'll do better," he replied, setting the empty bowl in the sink.

"I didn't know she liked to fly models."

"She doesn't fly but she wants to go," hoping that his mom would not ask any more questions about her. He didn't want to tell her about last night, although he couldn't think of any real reason not to tell her.

"Call me if you go anywhere else."

"I will," he said as he walked eagerly to the garage, his thoughts on Carmen.

Without being asked to do so by his mom, he trimmed the grass along the flowerbeds and weeded a small portion of the vegetable garden. He wanted to do a good job on the lawn. His thoughts had been centered on Carmen the entire time. In his imagination, he could see Carmen nodding her head in approval of the excellent work he was doing. When his work was done, he had just enough time for a quick shower before he was to pick her up.

Carmen also remained in bed for quite a while after she woke up. Her thoughts were centered on Alan. She was attracted to his carefree mannerisms and his non-threatening attitude. He never tried to take advantage of the situation even though it was she who provided him ample opportunity to do so. He behaved as a gentleman, yet she knew that the truth of his passive actions was brought about by their age difference and his relationship to her son, Kyle. He had opened up his thoughts to her and she to him. Yet, he still subconsciously thought of her as Kyle's mom, an older woman. She smiled as she began thinking of their conversations at the park. Pressing her head back into the pillow as her hands slowly traveled up over her stomach, softly cupped her breasts. Her carnal desire for this young man grew as her mind pictured him lying naked next to her.

The issue of their age difference was no longer a consideration because she knew she would have him between her legs. A nagging, unfulfilled emptiness was centered just below her stomach as she picked up the vibrator. Knowing it would not be able to satisfy her needs; a stiff hard cock pummeling her pussy until she was too sore to continue was the only thing that could satisfy her craving. Concerned that he still perceived her as too old, or Kyle's mom, his perceptions of her would have to be changed somehow, she realized. She began to piece together ideas and thoughts to formulate plans to have this virile young man quenching her need for pure unadulterated sex.

Having a breakfast of fruit while the bed linens were in the wash, she eyed the coveralls draped across her sewing table. She debated whether she should finish altering them or trash them, as they were several sizes too large. "Oh, I guess they're good enough for yard work." She convinced herself as the buzzer of the washing machine sounded.

After drying the linens, washing two more loads of laundry and cleaning the kitchen floor, she called it a day and took a welcomed shower. Although she had not figured out how to lure him into her bed, she wanted her appearance to be perfect. She set her razor in the soap dish after shaving her legs and trimming her pubic hair. Satisfied with the narrow strip that remained above her slit and the smooth bare skin of her sex. She casually took her time showering, enjoying the luxurious feeling of the sea sponge and the scented bath gel. 

Wearing her favorite T-shirt and choosing a pair of panties, which were as sheer as smoke, she again turned her attention to the coveralls. Stepping into the baggy legs, she caught her reflection in the mirror as she rose up. A smile lightened her face as she viewed the transparency of her panties. The cleft of her sex was clearly visible below the trimmed strip of pubic hair. Donning the coveralls, she adjusted the shoulder straps as far as they would go and snipped off the excess material. Bending this way and that, she looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror. Wadding the denim material up in her fingers "Yes, about this much off the waist." She said out loud. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a knock at the Front Door.

"Hi. Come on in. I'm sorry, I lost all track of time." Carmen said as she held the door open for Alan.

"Thanks. You look nice." Alan complimented her as his eyes wandered over the coveralls she was wearing, instantly focusing on the two unfastened buttons at her waist.

"Thank you, but I need to take them up in the waist some more. If you'll excuse me, I'll change and be right with you."

"Wait. You look you good in them. Don't change."

"I can't wear these things, they're too baggy. They look like rejects from that old Hee-Haw Show" Carmen complained, frowning, as she held out the excess material at the waist in an attempt to make her point.

"I think you look good in them just the way they are, but if you want to, go ahead and change."

"I don't know," she said more to herself than to him.

Carmen left the room and went into the kitchen as the thought of going on a picnic with Alan seeped into her imagination. Just the two of them, alone, a blanket, some wine. She bit her lower lip as her imagination grew with wanton desires. A romantic picnic, "The perfect setting." She thought to herself, culminating with him satisfying her sexual cravings.

"Have you eaten lunch?" she asked. Walking into the kitchen, her mind was taking a quick inventory of the ingredients that were on hand for a sudden picnic.

"Yea. Left over stew."

"What would you think if I packed us a picnic lunch and call it a late dinner."

"Cool. That sounds better than the burger I had in mind." His eyes sweeping the room, noticing how all the furniture was coordinated with her paintings on the walls. The house smelled fresh, clean. It smelled like Carmen and he inhaled deeply. It reminded him of kissing her the previous night and he felt his shaft growing in the confines of his jeans. 

Looking out the kitchen window, she noticed his truck parked out on the street and the thoughts of their picnic quickly vanished from her mind. "I was wondering how you were going to carry your model airplane on the motorcycle. I totally forgot about you having a truck." She cringed as she thought to herself, "That's a rust-bucket, it's not a truck."

"Well, actually it's a piece of shit that looks like a truck, but for $100.00, it runs great and I can't complain." Alan tried vainly to explain, having raised his voice so that she could hear him in the kitchen. Embarrassment flooded his entire being, realizing that he had not even cleaned out the front floorboard. Despair quickly engulfed his emotions at the thought of having Carmen ride in it.

"You want to take my car instead?" Carmen suggested. Hoping he would say, "Yes." Not willing to tell him that his truck left a lot to be desired. 

"No. I wouldn't want to impose on you." Alan responded, keeping his voice raised. Trying to think of any way possible for him to clean out the front seat. His mind raced with possible excuses to politely leave and return afterwards.

"Come in the kitchen, let's stop yelling to each other."

After he took a chair at the table, she continued, "Kyle puts his airplane in the back seat and his other box in the trunk, and you wouldn't be imposing on me at all." 

"I'm sorry. I feel stupid about asking you to go. I didn't think about you having to ride in my truck." The pleading tone of his voice made his embarrassment quite obvious. 

Carmen understood full well how embarrassed he was at the moment. She smiled and walked around to stand next to him. Slipping her arm around his shoulders, she said. "Lets take my car. We'll stop at the store and pick up a bunch of wine coolers and spend the afternoon flying. Afterwards, we'll spread out a blanket and have an evening picnic. Sound good?" He found her voice soft and soothing, easing his discomfort over the issue of taking his truck.

"Yeah. It does sound good. I'm really sorry about this. I mean, I didn't think it through."

Placing her hands lovingly on his shoulders and turning him to face her as she lifted his chin to gaze into his eyes. "Not to worry. After all, the issue is not the ride but for us to have a good time. Right?" 

"You're right." Alan felt as though he had already gotten off to a bad start. But the sparkle in her eyes combined with her pleasant smile and her subtle wink began to put him at ease.

"Great. Here are my keys. You load your plane in the backseat and by the time you're done I'll be ready to go." Taking note that his embarrassment was passing as he got up from the table. 

She flipped the drivers' seat forward while Alan was leaning over the back of the passenger seat, looping the seat belt over the airplanes cradle. "Good deal, you didn't change." Alan commented as he watched her trying to place the ice chest on the back floorboard.

"It's only because you asked me to wear them." She grunted while placing her knee on the console between the seats, wrestling the ice chest in place. Alan quickly reached for the handle to help her as he glanced down her coveralls. The side had gaped open. Although both buttons were fastened, he glimpsed her panties and wondered if the rest was as see-through as the narrow band covering her waist, just below the bottom of her T-shirt. He smiled, enjoying the sight, yet nervously thinking, "Oh Jeez. This has got to be a dream. First I make out with her, now I'm looking at her underwear."

"Alright. You ready?" she asked, straightening the seat and sitting down.

"Yep." Alan replied turning around with his back to her, quickly repositioning his erection brought on by the sight of her panties before sitting in the passenger seat.

Stopping at a convenience store, Alan was quite surprised that she bought several 4-pacs of wine coolers as he purchased a bag of chips, a 6-pac of sodas and a bag of ice. 

They pulled onto the highway, heading east, to Bomber Field. Turning up the stereo, they both moved to the rhythm of the songs playing on the CD. They were laughing and dancing in the seat and carrying on as though neither of them had a care in the world.

"Open up a couple of those coolers," she said.

"Cool!" Alan commented as he turned to the back seat.

Handing one to her, he laughed, commenting, "You know it's illegal to drink and drive."

"Yes, and it's illegal for me to let you drink. But what the Hell! Lets have fun!" She said as they broke out in loud laughter.

Turning off the highway onto the dirt road leading to Bomber Field, they could see two planes flying just above the trees. Alan recognized the planes as belonging to Mr. Wade and his son Eric.

"They're the only people flying. That's unusual for a Saturday afternoon." Alan commented as Carmen parked her car next to Mr. Wade's truck.

"I thought there would be more people here too," knowing Mr. Wade had his regular Boy Scout meeting tonight, He and his son would soon be leaving. Her imagination again returned to thoughts of having an intimate evening with Alan. She was very pleased that there was no one else around.

Alan took his plane from the backseat as Carmen carried his toolbox and radio. Walking over to a shaded area under the trees, Alan began to assemble the wings and test the radio.

"Why do you have two radio's?" Carmen asked handing him another wine cooler.

"Thanks, these are good." He commented about the wine coolers, taking a long swallow. He answered, "It's called a Buddy Box, let's two people fly the same plane." 

"I suppose I'm going to fly your plane?"

"Yea, why not? It's a good time to learn and you can fly with Kyle when he comes back."

They walked to where Mr. Wade and Eric were standing, watching as they landed their planes. The introductions to Eric were made, as Mr. Wade already knew who Carmen was, having met her several times when she brought her son Kyle to fly at the club meetings. 

"Where is everyone today?" Alan asked after Mr. Wade mentioned that it was time for them to leave.

"Sam was here and Mr. Payton with John, but they left about half an hour ago. You didn't pass them coming in?" Mr. Wade asked.

Nope. Didn't see'um." Alan replied.

"Well, I hate that we have to leave just as ya'll got here, but I've got a Boy Scout meeting tonight." Mr. Wade explained to Alan while Eric packed their toolboxes.

"Bye. Ya'll take care and try not to crash. Ya hear?" Mr. Wade jokingly commented in his deep Southern drawl as they walked away to their truck.

Laughing, Alan yelled, "We won't."

"Looks like we've got the whole place to ourselves." Alan mentioned to Carmen as he topped off the fuel tank and made a final check of the plane and the radios.

"Actually, I prefer it like this. I don't want anyone being able to laugh if I crash your plane." Carmen said. All the while her thoughts were centered on their privacy and not on flying the plane. She had already picked out a spot where they could spread out the blanket, eat, share a wine cooler and then each other. The shrill buzzing of the model planes engine ended her train of thought.


Summer Lovers



After starting the engine, he guided the plane up, circling it over the field as he sidestepped to stand next to Carmen. Keeping the plane flying in large circles he began to explain to Carmen how the controls on the radio worked. "Pull back and the plane climbs. Move this dial to control the throttle." Carmen was looking between the controls on the radio slung around her neck, Alan's hands and the plane flying overhead. Observing the planes reactions to Alan's commands. 

"Ready?" he asked, smiling, noticing Carmen's tense posture.

"Hell no!" she giggled.

"Too bad, cause you have the controls." Alan laughed, holding the toggle switch on his radio to the Slave position.

Almost instantly the plane went into a dive, the propeller screaming as the small model rapidly accelerated toward the ground. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" Carmen exclaimed, frantically trying to bring the plane under control.

"Turn loose!" Alan commanded as he flipped the Slave switch on his radio to the Master position, taking control of the plane away from the Buddy Box. Leveling the plane in flight, he looked at Carmen. Laughing, he commented. "Fun? Huh?"

"Shit! I almost crashed!"

"Ready?" 

"Ok." Carmen replied. This time, gently placing her fingers on the controls.

For the next half hour, Alan instructed her. He was quite impressed that she caught on so fast. Within that first flight, she was able to turn in large gentle circles overhead. He noticed her smiling as she kept her eye on the plane.

"Ready to land?" 

"Oh no Mister! That's all yours!" She laughed as Alan switched the radio back to his control, landing the plane with several hard bounces.

"I'm hungry. What about you?" She asked, placing the radio in the toolbox while he was taking off the wings,

"Yep." 

As they walked over to the car, Carmen reached out and placed her hand in his, their fingers intertwined. "So far, so good," she thought. The afternoon sun was casting long shadows on the ground, as they spread out a thick blanket under the tree. "This is a really nice setting, very romantic." Carmen mentioned as she jokingly asked, "Do you bring all your girls here?"

Alan laughed at her question. "Sure. Every girl I've ever been out with just loves to fly model airplanes." 

Carmen was kneeling with her elbows propped on the ice chest as she made the sandwiches after each of them opened another wine cooler. Alan was sitting beside her, opening the bag of chips and pouring them on the paper plates. Turning slightly, his eyes bulged at the sight before him. The front panel of her oversized coveralls was draped open allowing him to view the lower portion of her stomach, the tops of both thighs. His curiosity concerning the transparency of her panties was now answered. The sheer panties did nothing to hide the swell of her shaved mound and the trimmed strip of her dark pubic hair.

"Women like romantic settings. And believe it or not, I think this is a very nice place." She began as she finished making his second sandwich.

"Uhg huh." Alan grunted.

His reply, actually, his lack of reply, caught her attention. She turned her head to look at him. Noting the odd expression on his face, she followed his gaze back in the direction he was looking. Realizing what he was staring at, she suddenly froze in place as both embarrassment and excitement instantly forced any other thoughts she had out of her mind. Carmen's desires quickly overruled any thoughts of proper behavior on her part. Although she never thought about just flashing him, she smiled. Taking note of the prominent bulge that appeared in his jeans, she continued to make the sandwiches. She could feel the moisture oozing from her channel and the stimulation of knowing he was staring at her pussy fueled her most intimate and carnal desires.

The sight in front of him hypnotized Alan. A small voice in his mind was telling him that he shouldn't be looking at the pussy of his friends' mom. While the much louder voice was controlling his actions, burning the image of her panty covered mound, pubic hair and the smoothness of her thighs into his brain. 

After several long moments of watching him stare down the front of her coveralls. "I told you there things were too baggy."

His hypnotic spell instantly shattered. He rapidly scooted back, well off the blanket as an expression of utter panic blanketed his features.

"Oh Jeez! I'm sorry! I couldn't stop looking." Alan exclaimed in embarrassed terror of being caught staring at her most private area. He continued to apologize to her, ranting to such an extent that he failed to notice that she was smiling and not upset with him. 

"Well, that had the exact opposite effect of what I expected." She thought to herself. Finally, his eyes met hers and she said, "I'm not mad at you at all. Understand?"

"Yeah," he replied sheepishly, totally unconvinced.

"If I was upset, would I not have covered up as soon as I realized where you were looking?" 

"Uuhh, yeah. I guess," he replied. Dumbfounded with the realization that she had allowed him to keep looking at her pussy after she knew what he was doing.

"Good, now get back over here," she said patting the blanket in front of her.

"You really aren't mad?" Alan questioned, cocking his head slightly to the side. Her casual demeanor was pushing the envelope of his comprehension, because he fully expected her to be really pissed-off.

"No, not in the least. Now sit, lets eat." 

Hesitating for only a second, he moved over and sat on the blanket as she handed him a wine cooler and his plate. Thinking through the logic of her remark about not covering up finally convinced him that she wasn't angry. They ate their sandwiches, drinking wine coolers as she turned their conversation to their jobs, in hopes of easing the subtle tension he still held. Soon he became totally relaxed as he explained to her about his summer job with a local moving company while she talked of her job as a graphic design artist.

All the while they talked and ate, Carmen noticed that Alan was making a conscious effort not to look up the leg of her coveralls. She felt the fire burning in her loins with the thought of Alan seeing her earlier. The stimulation of having a young man admire her body with all of her perceived faults excited her. She secretly desired more of his attentions. Turning, she sat facing him, knowing full well that he was able to see her panties up the gapping leg of her coveralls. "I wonder what he would think if I hadn't worn any panties," she thought to herself.

Alan fought the urge to look but the temptation proved to be far to great. His eyes momentarily focused on her veiled labia. The satiny smooth skin of her thighs and the almost invisible material of her panties. He could clearly see the cleft of her sex, the small inner lips peeking out from between the full outer lips. The tendon of her inner thigh was slightly pulling open the outer lips and he could see the dark shadow at the entrance of her pussy. Looking back up, he felt bewildered, as she appeared to be oblivious to what she was showing him while they continued talking. 

She too had been looking elsewhere. She had been watching Alan's erection as it slowly hardened in his jeans. With her own arousal mounting, she wondered if her moisture had created a damp spot on her panties.

"Would you like another sandwich?" Taking his plate and setting atop hers.

"Naw, those two were enough."

As Alan stretched out to lie on the blanket with his hands behind his head, his conflicting thoughts of Carmen consumed him. His mind and body desired her. "She was letting me stare at her underwear. Jeez, I could even see her pussy!" His shaft was painfully erect in the tight confines of his jeans. Yet his conscience spoke, "Jeez! She's Kyle's mom! You can't mess with her!" It was this line of thinking that kept his actions at bay while his inner battle raged and he chose caution as the best response.

Twilight was rapidly turning to night. The sun was well below the horizon and casting streaks of orange above the horizon, which faded into the darkening purples as day turned into night. Birds fluttered in the tree overhead, chirping and flittering from one limb to another as they secured their roosts for the night. The fire raging in her loins needed to be quenched. "Girl, you've got to take the lead here," she thought while looking out across the field. Carmen turned, propped up on her elbow as she also stretched out on the blanket next to him. Facing him, she placed her hand her arm on his chest. 

When Alan turned his head slightly to look at her, Carmen whispered, "This is so nice, so peaceful. Thank you."

He could not recall ever having been this nervous in his life. Lying on a blanket in the middle of nowhere with the mom of one of his friends. Summoning up his courage, he slipped his arm around, behind her shoulders and drew her to him. She felt so comfortable, snuggling next to him as he held her.

"Romantic?" he asked as they continued to gaze steadily into each other's eyes.

"Very," her reply was almost inaudible.

Moving his hand up to the back of her head, he cautiously brought her lips to his. Instantly, their tongues met as he pulled her closer yet, so that she was lying almost on top of him. "Yes! Finally!" Carmen thought, completely consumed by her carnal desire for this young man whom now embraced her. His tongue, his touch and her wanton desire ignited the fire in her loins. Her heart was pounding in her ears as her blood flowed with raw sexual lust. His hard shaft ached for its freedom as her thigh moved over it. Every nerve ending in his body sparkled with passionate sensation for this woman and he surrendered totally to his lusting desires.

The intensity of their passionate kiss increased, both of them breathing heavily as their mutual desire exploded. Alan slowly traced his hand along her side, brushing the swell of her breast, continuing his downward caress. He felt her breathing pause for a moment when his hand slipped under the material of her coveralls below the edge of her T-shirt. The skin at her waist was so smooth, so warm. Her tongue reached far into his mouth when his fingers began to trace along the elastic of her panties.

His nimble fingers quickly unfastened the two buttons at her waist. His hand moved under her panties, pushing them down over the swell of her butt. One hand cupping her butt under her panties as the other moved up, under her T-shirt to knead the pliable flesh of her breast. Each of them moaning and grunting as they continued their kiss.

Her all-consuming thought was having him between her legs as she glided her hand down over his stomach. Placing her hand atop his swollen manhood, he gasped as she squeezed it with her fingers through the confines of his jeans. The object of her lascivious desires throbbed with a life of its own as she trailed her thumb over the bulbous helmet.

Each of them was now fulfilling their secret fantasies and desires. Alan was no longer thinking of Carmen as Kyle's mom. He viewed her as a desirable woman, a woman who desired him. He finally understood that she wanted to fuck him and he wanted to fuck her. Yet, he still trembled, with nervous anticipation as his fingertips touched the closed bud of her ass and rolled her erect nipple between his fingers. His thoughts raced, "Oh Jeez! This is really happening! I'm fingering her pussy!" as her slick moisture easily allowed his finger to slide between the heated folds of her sex.

Breaking their kiss as she twisted and tugged at the button and zipper of his jeans, Carmen finally succeeded, freeing the object of her desire. Her motions paused as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft. Firm, hot and ready, she used her thumb to smear the drops of fluid that oozed from the tip, over the helmet. She was impressed with the size of his shaft, not to large, not too small. Moaning passionately, she stroked his length, anticipating the delightful enjoyment of him filling the channel now occupied by his fingers. She admired his erection as she tried to decide where she wanted him, between her legs or in her mouth.

"A car!" Alan spoke as they both froze at the same instant. Hearing the sound of the engine and gravel crunching under the tires.

"Someone's coming!" Carmen gasped as they both began to frantically put their clothes back in order.

With the full realization that someone had just turned off the dirt road and was approaching where they were, both of them sat upright, scooting slightly away from the other. Their faces flushed from desire and now embarrassed surprise, watching as the headlights shown out across the field, then turning toward Carmen's car.

"Damn. It's Mr. Bowman." Alan told her.

"Who's Mr. Bowman?"

"He owns this property."

The old pickup stopped a short distance away on the other side of Carmen's car, backfiring as the engine sputtered and then died. The headlights cast an eerie glow from the shadow of her car.

"Hello! Anyone here!" A rough, gravely voice called.

"Over here, Mr. Bowman." Alan called back.

Carmen chuckled after Mr. Bowman's silhouette emerged around the front of her car. His barrel shaped body and severely bowed legs reminded her of a cartoon character she had drawn for one of her clients.

"What'r ya'll do'n out this late. Too dark to fly. Alan? That you boy?"

"Yes sir."

"It's too damn dark to fly. What you and da girl do'n? Up ta no good, I spose."

"Mr. Bowman! How dare you jump to conclusions! Alan and I have spent the afternoon flying and we just finished a late meal." Carmen said to him. Her voice was firm, yet soft as she subtlety chastised him for jumping to conclusions, however true they may be.

"Do I know you, young lady?"

"We've never met, but I know who you are. I think you know my son, Kyle Fuller. He flies here with the club."

"Kyle Fuller? Yes, I know that Kyle. Lil' brown headed kid, lota freckles."

"Yes, that's him. Carmen replied as she stood and walked toward Mr. Bowman. Thinking that this "Old Cowboy" had just stepped out of some Western movie rerun. She found his appearance, and voice rather comical. This helped her to rapidly regain her mental composure, although, her embarrassment prevailed at almost being caught her in the throes of passion with Alan.

"Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Bowman. My name is Carmen Fuller." She introduced herself, as they shook hands.

"Didn't mean to offend ya there, Ms. Fuller. I just drove down to close da gate and seen da car. Though sump'n was up."

"It's Mrs. and no offence taken Mr. Bowman. We were just preparing to leave when you drove up. Would you care for something to drink, a soda? They're nice and cold."

"That's right neighborly of ya, believe I will if'n ya don't mind."

Alan had been intently listening to the conversation between them as he folded the blanket, placing it and his airplane on the ice chest. His hands were shaking as the surge of adrenaline passed, replaced by overwhelming relief as Carmen took total control of the situation.

Alan was behind the car, placing his toolbox in the trunk, Carmen and Mr. Bowman continued with their conversation as she handed him a cold soda from the ice chest. While Alan put the seat belt over his plane to secure it, Mr. Bowman was kind enough to place the ice chest in the in the back floorboard.

"Mr. Bowman, it was indeed a pleasure to finally meet you. I apologize for causing you any alarm and we'll be leaving. Again, I'm sorry." Shaking his hand before she closed her door.

"Pleasure's all mine, ma'am. Nice ta see ya Alan. Ya'll have a good eve'n."

"Ok, bye Mr. Bowman." Alan spoke as she slowly drove past Mr. Bowman, toward the gate.

"I'll get da gate behind ya." Mr. Bowman said, not looking back as he waved, walking back to his truck.

They were silent; the only noise was the gravel crunching under the tires. Carmen took note of Mr. Bowman's house as they passed. Seeing the porch light casting a welcoming glow on an old wooden frame rocking chair, her amusement of Mr. Bowman's character and mannerisms were almost as overpowering as her lustful thoughts of Alan.

Alan was sitting with his eyes closed, leaning back on the headrest. Swirling thoughts seemed to be numbing his mind about Carmen, what they were doing and what they were about to do, when Mr. Bowman interrupted them. If they had not been interrupted, they would be having sex right now. The idea of actually getting to fuck her was so exciting that it was almost beyond belief, and yet, it had almost happened. His best friends mom had actually started jacking him off and let him finger her.

After stopping at the intersection where the dirt road ended at the highway, they both turned, eyes meeting eyes as each held the others gaze. Smiles slowly appeared and then laughter as they both realized how close they had been to getting caught. They chuckled and the chuckles quickly grew into a roaring chorus of laughter.

"Jeez, I'm glad he wasn't five minutes later." Alan commented as their laughter began to subside.

"You're not telling me anything! I know! I hope that country store is open."

"Yeah. That Mr. Bowman scared the piss outta me to." They were still giggling about what had happened as she pulled in beside the store.

The store was the typical small country store, 2 gas pumps, an ice machine and several chairs of various styles off the to side of the entrance. Inside was much the same, a counter with an empty steam table and the 4 isles packed tightly with all the quick conveniences that a person would need without having to drive into town. The restroom was located in the back of the store. While Carmen used the facilities, Alan called his Mom, checking in as he told her he would, from the pay phone outside.

Alan followed her out after he took his turn in the small restroom. "Why did you buy a gallon of milk?" he asked as he opened the drivers' door for her.

"They were nice enough to let us use the restroom, so I bought some milk."

"Cool."

"What did your mom say?"

"Nuthin, I just told her I was going cruising after we got to your house and she said, "Ok."

"Mind grabbing a couple of wine coolers?"

"Heck no!"

Reaching into the ice chest and opening two of them, he handed one to her as she pulled out onto the highway. Resting his hand on the console between the seats, Carmen placed her hand on top of his, "Well, are you going cruising after we get to my house?"

"Hadn't planned on it."

Turning her head to look at him, she softly said, "Good."

They were both strangely silent as they drove, holding hands, each of them lost in their own thoughts as to what was going to happen when they arrived at her house. Carmen knew exactly what was going to take place and how it would happen. There would be a haphazard trail of clothes from the front door to her bedroom. Then she'd push him back onto the bed, straddle his waist and fuck him until she was satisfied. There were not going to be any more interruptions. Alan's nervousness was slowly creeping back into his conscious thoughts. The small voice in the back of his mind was whispering, "You ain't supposed to fuck your friends mom." And this subtle thought was slowly clouding his present desire and the lust he had experienced earlier. It was unfortunate, having Mr. Bowman interrupt them and he began to doubt if a repeat of their earlier actions would again take place.

Stopping in the driveway, Alan took out his plane and walked over to his truck before she pulled into the garage. "Would you mind bringing in the chest so the water can drain in the sink," she asked while she was opening the trunk so he could get his toolbox.

"Sure."

He was leaning on the tailgate of his rusted old truck, taking deep breaths, attempting to get control of his nervousness. His anticipation of what he hoped was about to happen had every nerve in his body standing on end. With a nervous heart pounding in his chest and a queasy and fluttery sensation in the pit of his stomach, he walked back into the garage. 




Summer Lovers



She was waiting, holding the kitchen door open for him. As he stepped past her, carrying the ice chest, she pressed the button and the electric motor began closing the garage door. "Just let it empty into the sink. I'll be right back. Excuse me." 

Taking the last two wine coolers out of the chest, he set them off to the side and then placed the sodas in the refrigerator. He held the ice chest over the sink, tipping it so the water would drain out faster. Being careful not to let the water spill from the sink, he didn't hear her as she returned.

For just an instant Carmen was surprised that he didn't open the drain cap and set the chest down to drain. She rested her shoulder against the doorframe, admiring the way his muscles rippled. As he continued holding the draining ice chest, she quickly and quietly peeled off her T-shirt from under the loose straps of the coveralls. Freed from their restraint, she messaging her breasts for just a moment before stepping up behind him and pressing her body against his. With him now pinned against the counter, she began lifting his T-shirt.

Alan was caught off guard but in the blink of an eye, he understood what was going on. The chest was almost empty of water as he set it down on the counter while lifting his elbows, then his arms as she pulled off his T-shirt. Her breath felt warm as she lightly kissed his neck and shoulders, running her hands over his chest and down across his stomach. Every nervous thought immediately vanished with great relief and his manhood rapidly swelled in anticipation of continuing their earlier actions.

"Oh Jeez! She still wants to do it!" His thoughts raced. His arms dropped to her sides, the two buttons on the waist of her coveralls were unfastened and his hands slipped easily under the denim material. He hesitated only a moment, as his hands covered the cheeks of her butt, easily sliding over the satiny smooth material of her panties. His senses became overloaded as his hands kneading the globes of her butt while her thumbs caressed his nipples, causing them to harden instantly in response. Each time her thumb flicked over his nipple, it felt as though an electric charge of pleasure coursed straight down his torso to his hard shaft. His perception of time seemed to slow down; all his movements felt like he was in slow motion as he began turning around to face her.

She stepped back, picking up the two wine coolers from the counter with one hand. Smiling, her sensual lips slightly turned up at the corners, large brown eyes sparkling, reflecting the light overhead. He noticed that she had taken off her T-shirt, and the front panel of the coveralls did little to hide the swell of her breasts. Her other hand grasped the front of his jeans and belt and she began walking backwards towards to her bedroom. Her breasts sensuously swayed with each step, drawing his gaze to the metal clasps of the shoulder straps.

His arms felt like lead as he reached up to unclasp the button, he inhaled sharply when half of the front panel fell away and he stared at her breast. As she set the coolers on the nightstand, the other shoulder strap fell down her arm and Gravity pulled the coveralls down her legs. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took. A splattering of freckles in her cleavage accentuated the uniform suntan and the smooth swell of her medium sized breasts. Small brown areolas rode high in the center of her breasts with elongated nipples jutted out from their centers. His hands cupped the undersides of her breast and the firm, pliable flesh yielded easily.

Erotic passion coursed through her veins, at the thought of this taboo. It was the taboo of fucking a boy who was half her age. A fleeting realization flashed through her mind that she had lost her virginity before he was ever born. Her blood was on fire, fanning the flames of her wanton desires to suck on his cock and then fuck him. While her fingers attacked the snap and zipper of his jeans, her only thought was that she had briefly held his erection earlier and she wanted to feel his magnificent cock sliding over her tongue, no interruptions. Hurriedly jerking his jeans down to his ankles, Carmen pushed him back so that he was now sitting on the edge of the bed. Kneeling down between his knees, she cupped his hairy scrotum with one hand, while her other hand began sliding up and down his hard shaft. Although it had been several years since she had looked forward to giving a man a blowjob, she fought to maintain her self-control of not immediately inhaling his full length in her mouth.

She ogled his firmness, wrapped in her fingers, hoping that she would be able to deep-throat him. She ran one hand up over his chest, teasing his nipple as she pulled his length, using the tip of her tongue to smear the slick drop of fluid over the helmet. A deep gurgling moan emanated from him when she placed the helmet in her mouth and his body jerked rigid as she moved her mouth teasingly along his length. With great determination spawned by her wanton desires, she felt the moisture oozing between her legs when she finally pursed her lips against the base of his shaft.

Remembering the blowjob from his previous girlfriend, it was nothing compared to what Carmen was now doing. His entire length had disappeared in her mouth while his previous girlfriend only put the helmet in her mouth. The heat and wetness of her mouth, her fingers on his shaft and her thumb rubbing across his nipple created pleasures he never imagined possible. "Oh Jeez! She's giving me a real blowjob!" Alan's thoughts swirled as he watched at her head bobbing back and forth. Placing one hand on the back of her head as his body twitched, he tensed up, fighting in vain to prevent his impending release from happening. The extreme pleasure he was receiving was beyond anything he had ever imagined and he knew it would be over when he blew his wad.

Gently placing both hands on the sides of her head, his body involuntarily tensed when she ran her tongue along his entire length. The heat and wetness of her mouth sliding along the length of his cock was rapidly bringing him to the verge of his release. Alan was forced to lie back on the bed, clenched fist gripping the sheet, knuckles white, as the overwhelming sensations of her oral manipulations consumed him. He gasped, grunted and moaned as Carmen moved her head back, sliding her tongue along the soft tube on the underside of his cock.

His cock seemed to swell in girth; the clear sweet fluid was now a steady seepage from the tip, the increased pressure from his hands, gently holding her head and a long deep groan escaping from his throat. She realized he was within seconds of his release as she quickly took his entire length in her mouth, moving her tongue from side to side on the underside of his erection. Grasping him firmly with her hands on his hips as her lips puckered firmly against the base of his shaft, she swirled her tongue and sucked harder as he began grunting heavily.

"Oh God!" He growled snarling, gritting his teeth in ecstasy. "I'm gonna pop!" She was ready. Inhaling deeply, she held her breath as her thumbs and forefingers encircled the base of his scrumptious cock. A deep groaning roar emanated from the depths of his chest. His hips bucked violently as she felt the first massive jerk of his shaft and the hot, slick fluid sprayed against the roof of her mouth. With each convulsion of his body, a fresh stream of hot semen jetted into her mouth. She swallowed as the torrents continuously shot from his pulsing shaft, filling her mouth with his bittersweet seed. When the force of the spurts began to subside, she started bobbing her head back and forth along his length, sucking him greedily. 

Carmen continued to hold his softening shaft in her mouth, looking up at him as she continued kneeling between his legs. His chest heaving with a heavy sigh of each breath of air. Her throat burned from the taste of his seed, yet, his flavor only increased her sexual desire as he softened between her lips. Taking one hand and sliding it under the fabric of her panties, her fingers circled her oily wet clit, amazed by the amount of moisture, which was literally dripping from her empty channel.

"Oh, Jeez!" He sighed, propping up on his elbows, letting his chin fall forward onto his chest. His gaze met hers. Half of his shaft was in her mouth as she looked up at him. Her eyes sparkled as her smile grew, her disheveled hair created an erotic frame around her smiling face. The blood instantly coursed back into his softening cock, quickly bringing him to full erection as he burned into memory, the most erotic sight he had ever beheld.

"I can tell you hated every minute of it." She murmured jokingly, not releasing his growing shaft from her mouth.

"You swallowed all my spunk. Jeez, I can't believe you did that." He exclaimed in fascinating disbelief.

She smiled, and then chuckled as she sucked heavily on his cock, steadily withdrawing it from the tight grip of her mouth with a loud smack. "You taste delicious, of course I swallowed."

"That was so fucking awesome." He sighed, gazing at her lovely face.

His eyes followed her hands as she rose up to stand between his thighs and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties. Her eyes never faltered from returning his stare as she pulled her panties down over her thighs. It was as if he was in a dream. Carmen was totally nude. The tan lines from her bikini created a deep curving "V", from her waist, riveting his gaze to the apex of her thighs where her pubic hair was trimmed into a narrow strip above her slit. Inhaling slowly at the sight, he stared at the pronounced swell of her pubic mound as it blended smoothly into the puffy lips of her labia. 

"Jeez, I can't believe how beautiful you are. You're fucking perfect." He complimented as he slowly brought his eyes up, taking in the view of her entire body.

"No, I'm a long way from perfect. Scoot back." She said, motioning back with her hand, fighting the desire to just jump across his waist and sink that hard cock between her legs, but his compliment of her beauty reddened her cheeks in embarrassment. 

The trembling started in the pit of his stomach as he moved to the middle of the bed at her urging. He wasn't sure how to proceed; he knew he was supposed to fuck her after a blowjob. But something, an instinct perhaps, made him reach out and pull her down into his arms as she moved to straddle his waist.

Carmen sensed his apprehension as she followed his lead, melting into his embrace. She felt the slight trembling in his hand as he placed it on her hip and snaked his other arm across her back, drawing her closer to him. Bunching the pillow up under her arm, she propped up on her elbow, facing him, noticing that he had a slight quiver in his breathing. She gently stroked her fingers through his hair and then lightly kissing his forehead, she whispered, "Relax, just hold me for a few minutes." 

Closing his eyes, he took a long, slow, deep breath, held it and then slowly exhaled. He focused on the soothing warmth of her skin as she lay next to him and the relaxed embrace of her leg over his waist. Turning on his side to face her, his hand moved softly along the length of her thigh as his fingers lightly caressed her skin, up over her hip, then pausing on her waist. Squeezing gently, his finger nestled into the small fold of skin at her waist. Pursing his lips, he gently pecked slow butterfly kisses up from her chin, over her cheek while his hand on her back firmly held her to him. He continued kissing her, ever so lightly pecking her eyelids and eyebrows and forehead, before reversing his loving path.

"Umm, I like this." She whispered in an almost inaudible voice, hugging him firmly in return.

He sighed heavily again as he began to noticeably relax, he was no longer shaking. This simple act of hugging and kissing was beyond anything he had ever imagined. Her body was soft, her skin warm, there was no rush in their actions, only the pleasure of two people enjoying one another's caress. A dawning of confidence was slowing overcoming his earlier fears and apprehensions. With one hand he grasped a thick lock of her hair and buried his face in it as he hugged her tighter, inhaling the sensual fragrance. His cock hardened with beat of his heart, pulsing as it moved over her inner thigh, until the helmet brushed up against the intense heat of her sex. Perhaps it was instinct, he knew he was going to make love to a beautiful woman. The issue of Carmen being 'Kyle's mom' no longer existed as he gazed upon her nakedness.

Her wanton desire to have this young man relentlessly pumping his shaft between her legs had changed to making slow passionate love to him. He was making love to her and this built her sexual arousal to greater heights than she had anticipated. The heat of his shaft, as it lay on her upper thigh contrasted sharply to the cool air, and the tip of his cock burned with desire as it snuggled in her slit, just below her clit. Running her hand through his hair, she turned his face to hers and their lips meet. It was a loving kiss, their tongues slowly playing in each other's mouths.

"This boy is good! This is probably his first time and he knew what I needed when I didn't," she thought to herself. She selfishly grinned, "Yes, this summer will be quite enjoyable indeed."

"Would you like another wine cooler? I would." She whispered.

"Yes, but I need to go to the bathroom." He quietly replied, kissing her neck.

"So do I."

"You first, I'll open the wine coolers." Alan suggested, knowing that he would be able to retrieve the condom from his wallet without any embarrassment.

When he came out of the bathroom, he saw that two candles were now lit, one on each nightstand, illuminating Carmen's sensuous body as she stretched out on the bed. He paused as his cock grew, pulsing as it became fully erect, standing straight out from his groin. He gazed only for a moment at her elongated nipples capping the swell of her breasts, the sultry curves of her stomach merging into the pubic mound rising below her waist.

Stepping to the side of the bed, she smiled, gazing at his erection as she guided him to sit between her legs. Handing him a cooler, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him against her as he took it. With her free hand, she pressed his shaft between the lips of her sex, moving it sideways over the sensitive knot of her clit, amazed at how hard and hot his cock felt.

He gasped, "Jeez its hot!" as the heat and slick wetness of her sex engulfed every sensation of his body.

"God your cock is so hard. I need you inside me," she moaned.

His hand started sliding along her thighs and over her stomach, leaning forward he cupped the firm flesh of her breast and she began moving her hips, easily sliding the shaft along her oily slit. Sitting back on his calves, after taking a long swallow of his wine cooler, she raised her hips higher and he felt her hand placing him at the opening of her channel.

He countered her actions by raising his body up as he leaned over to place his bottle on the nightstand. The length of his shaft again lay along her slit, preventing her from guiding him in. Picking up the small package containing the condom, he sat back on his legs, using his teeth to tear open the package.

Carmen smiled as he took the rolled up condom out of the wrapper. "Such a Gentleman." She thought as she reached up to take it from him. She whispered, "You won't need this. I can't get pregnant." and she set it back on the nightstand.

"Really?" He asked, somewhat surprised as he felt her placing the tip of his cock again at her opening.

"Really." She sighed as she raised her hips.

"Oh Jeez!" He gasped, staring at the sight of her fingers encircling his erection as she lowered her hips, slowly ushering him into her lascivious opening. He could feel every velvety fold sliding along his cock as he sank fully into her. The intense heat and slick wetness seared his shaft as his pubic bone pressed against hers. He leaned forward, placing his hands on the bed at her sides as he brought his weight down.

"Oh, my, god!" He uttered as she locked her ankles behind his butt and began moving her hips so that the tip of his erection rubbed against her cervix. Unable to move, he thought he would swoon from the pleasure of feeling her body consuming his. Without the hindrance of a condom, the slippery heat of her sex was like a furnace, beyond anything he had ever imagined. 

Carmen's blood boiled with the sensations of being fully impaled on his shaft. Every nerve in her tingled as she squeezed him tighter with her legs. Her hands held him firmly at the waist while his groin was grinding against her clit. Every muscle in her body tightened as she focused on the sensual pressure of his shaft pushing on the bottom of her stomach. She suddenly exhaled, not realizing that she was holding her breath and relaxed her grip on him. She started to protest as he quickly pulled back but before she could form the words, he thrust fully into her and she moaned in pleasure as he filled her.

Their bodies moved in perfect unison, as each of them became engulfed in the pleasurable fulfillment of their taboo and their mutual fantasies. With her arms, she pulled him down, feeling his full weight on her as they passionately kissed. She arched her back as her pleasure mounted, pulling him farther into her. The trembling started in her lower stomach, spreading down to her thighs and upwards through her torso as the waves of pleasure ravaged every nerve ending. The floodgates opened, coating his shaft and balls with her warm juice as he pummeled into the very depths of her being. He began moving his hips so that he rubbed against her cervix as his tongue fought with hers for dominance.

Her excitement was rapidly building. She began to gasp and moan loudly, thrashing her body under him and moving his face to her breasts. Her nipples had always been very sensitive when she was sexually aroused, and with him sucking them through his clenched teeth, he was rapidly bringing her to the verge of orgasm. Her mind fought to control her mounting physical release, wanting her pleasures to last as long as possible before surrendering totally to their carnal passions.

Alan was close to his own release. The pressure in his groin was building as he moved both of his hands back, grasping the cheeks of her butt. Spreading her cheeks wide with his palms for added leverage. Her juice was leaking from her sex and his fingers slid easily along the valley between her cheeks. Relishing the sensation of her moisture, he liberally coated his fingers with her slickness, caressing them over the puckered bud of her ass as he continued thrusting his hard cock in her pussy.

Carmen's head was lying between the pillows as he raised his head and watched her facial expressions. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut, a vein protruded across her forehead as she grunted and moaned. Tendons pulled taunt in her neck as she gritted her teeth, groaning, "Yes, yes, yes" each time he pressed his finger at the tight ring of her ass. 

The lubrication of her juice coating his finger allowed it to slip easily in to the first knuckle. He could feel his cock moving in and out of her channel as he continued to work his digit deeper into her ass. This added sensation of pumping his finger in her ass and feeling his cock also moving inside her body proved to be too much. He arched his back, emitting a deep throaty growl as he felt his cock pulsing, sending spurts of semen deep in her.

Carmen's own passion peaked when she heard his deep growl. "Fuck me." she hissed as she clamped her legs tightly around his waist. "Don't stop!" She groaned through clenched teeth as she wrapped both of her arms around his sides, pulling him tightly to her.




Summer Lovers



The electric fire burned the helmet of his softening erection as he continued thrusting his hips after he emptied himself in her. He began rapidly thrusting his finger in her ass. "Oh that's it! Yes! Yes!" he heard her moan. Using his semen that was leaking from her, he inserted another finger in her ass as he fought desperately to stifle a scream brought on by the sensitivity of his cock as it moved within her sloppy channel. Carmen grabbed her knees, pulling her legs as far as possible up to her chest.

"That's it. Fuck my fingers." He cooed through clenched teeth. Her rasping moans betrayed her extreme satisfaction as he began rapidly driving his fingers, never ceasing the onslaught of her ass as her body tensed and convulsed. He could feel the muscles clamping both his cock and his fingers as wave after wave of her climax washed through her body.

His enjoyment was overwhelming when he realized that he had given her such intense pleasure. A faint sheen of sweat glistened on the bridge of her nose as she lay there, relaxing in the after-glow of such an intense orgasm that he had provided for her.

With her eyes still closed, she saw streaking lights, the fireworks of long pent up passions being released. Carmen felt as if he had drained every ounce of energy from her. She was unable to move, the muscles in her arms, legs and body felt like jelly. She was limp. He was moving around on the bed but she didn't pay any attention to what he was doing as she relished in the feeling of total and all consuming bliss. The sexual acts with Alan had proven to be far more exciting and fulfilling than she had believed possible.

He lowered his body down so that he was lying off to one side, with her thigh under his waist. While keeping the two fingers firmly seated in her back passage and using the palm of his hand against her cheek, he turned her on her side, facing him. Pressing his hips forward so that his semi-erect cock stayed in her messy channel, the sight of his arm over her hip and her thigh across his waist, captivated his attention. The foremost thought in his mind was, "Jeez, I'm fucking her cunt and fingering her ass at the same time!"

Alan felt an odd sense of comfort as he held her. Holding her seemed so natural, so cozy, he was content to remain just as they were. Slowly his cock had become fully erect as it rested in the hot slippery confines of her sex, although he resisted pumping into her. His fingers slowly withdrew from her ass as the full context of what they had done and were doing was forever etched into his memory. The casual relaxed atmosphere starkly contrasted to how he had thought it would be with a totally naked woman lying next to him. Her skin was soft, smooth and warm. The pliable firmness of her breasts pressed to his chest, his arm lightly stroking, caressing her back as he held her against him. He kissed her forehead, enjoying the delicate tickle of her breath and the ever so slight aroma of her hair. Lavender. Yes, that had to be it, the clean scent of Lavender. Yet, holding her was totally and completely satisfying. His entire being was one with hers as the exquisite pleasure of a woman's flesh consumed him for the first time.

Carmen was also captivated by the surreal pleasures of their embrace. There was no rush to resume her carnal activities of earlier as she became lost in the comfort of his embrace. Her intentions for this evening were only to have sex with him, to have him pound her relentlessly to orgasm and then send him on his way. Her imagination was that he would be like rabbit in bed, fast and furious. The tables had turned in a direction that she had not anticipated. She knew that he didn't know the difference between fucking and making love to a woman. Without any comprehension on his part, this young man was making love to her. She now realized that this is exactly what had been missing from her life for the past several years.

Inhaling deeply, a feeling of regret washed over her because she realized that in a few hours she would be alone in her bed. She cradled her head in the nook of his shoulder, exhaled slowly, enjoying the intimate embrace of his arms and his fullness embedded inside her groin. A smile turned up the corners of her lips as she felt the cool trickle of their lustful juices leaking from her and running over the back of her thigh.

She didn't want him to leave.

Raising her head so that she would be able to look into his eyes, his lips continued pecking her face with gentle butterfly kisses.

"God damn Alan. That was fantastic. I haven't had a man make love to me like you did in a long, long time. Oh shit, that was intense." She quietly whispered, staring intently into his eyes. "Do all your girlfriends have orgasms like that when you make love to them?"

"Well, no. You're the first."

"The first? Come on, you can't be serious."

"Yep, I am."

"I can't believe your girlfriend never experienced an orgasm with you. You're a fantastic lover, a natural!" Carmen said.

"I am? Wow! Wait, yeah, you're just say'n that." Alan was beaming as her compliment stroked his newly formed confidence, yet she picked up the fleeting change in his expression as his doubt surfaced.

"Oh no. You are the best lover I've been with since…well since…"

"David?" Alan felt a sudden lump in his throat when he mentioned the name of her deceased husband. He quickly added, "Jeez Carmen, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…"

Carmen whipped her head up, tossing the stands of her from her face, back over her shoulder. "Not to worry, you haven't said anything you shouldn't have. But yes, since David."

"I know you're the best I've ever had!" Alan exclaimed playfully. Hoping that adding just a touch of humor, this lull would quickly pass.

"I am, Huh? And just how many women have you been with, my dear Lover?"

It was the subtle crimson flush in his cheeks that betrayed his answer before he ever spoke. "Actually, two." His eyes would not meet hers, as he didn't want to admit the truth, yet he was unable to lie to her. He added, "Kinda."

She began to slightly rock her hips, relishing the sensations as his hard shaft slowly moving inside of her. "Kinda? Why don't you tell me what 'Kinda' means? Don't be embarrassed. It's ok."

It was an odd feeling, carrying on a conversation as he began moving his hips. He was captivated in the pleasure of wallowing in her sloppy channel and matching the slow rhythm of her continued lovemaking. After several minutes he finally drew up the courage to tell her about his past sexual experiences.

"The first time was with my friends older cousin. We were in the garage clowning around and I don't know how it all started, but me and Ryan were fingering her and playing with her tits under her shirt. She was playing with us when she said that she wanted to fuck. So she got on all fours with her jeans pulled down. She started jacking me off while Ryan was fucking her. He didn't last long and pulled out when he busted his nut, and then I got behind her. I was scared to death and missing her hole I wound up rubbing the tip between her legs and just as I put the head in, I had to pull it out because I came. She didn't want to have anything to do with us after that."

"She sounds like she's a real bitch. I hate people like that." Carmen said.

"Yea, she is a bitch. I saw her one other time and she acted like I didn't even exist."

"Can you reach my wine cooler?"

"Sure." Alan said. Reaching, stretching his arm over to the nightstand, grabbing both bottles.

"Now tell me about your other experience," she asked after she took a sip.

The other times were with my last girlfriend, Linda. She gave me blowjobs, or at least I thought they were blowjobs."

"What do you mean, you thought they were blowjobs?"

"Well after what you did, I now know the difference. Anyway, Linda would put the head in her mouth and then use her hand to jack me off. Just before I came, she would take me out of her mouth and use her hand to finish me."

"Did you ever go any farther with her?"

"Naw, that was it." Alan chuckled, adding, "The only thing she would let me do to her was play with her tits."

"I'm glad that's all she let you do."

The furrows on Alan's brow attested to his surprise at her comment. "Why?"

"Easy. I should have said that her loss is my gain. It's just that you are a natural when it comes to pleasing a woman."

"Ok, I'm lost," he admitted. His mind raced, "How can I be a 'natural', what did I do?" but it was beyond his understanding of how she could use the term 'natural' when this was his first time. Hiding his confusion, he listened as she explained.

"I can't speak for all women, just my own point of view. The way you handle yourself, you seem to have an inner confidence that shows you care about the woman. For example, you have never tried to force yourself on me, not even when you were looking down the front of my coveralls. When I was blowing you, you gently held my head with your hands. You didn't try to force me to go deeper or faster. When you fingered my ass, you didn't try to push the issue farther by using your dick and after you came, you kept on fucking me until I came. Most men don't have that consideration."

Alan interrupted, "The only reason I used my fingers was because you kept on saying 'Yes.' every time I pushed my finger against your ass." 

"It felt absolutely wonderful and I wouldn't have stopped you if you would have tried to fuck my ass. The point I'm trying to make is…you don't just 'Wham Bam Thank You Ma'am' you actually make love. You held me afterwards. You just held me, kissed my face, stroked my hair. You made love to me then and you are making love to me now."

Alan smiled. "I like holding you and I'm enjoying making love to you. But would you have really let me in your ass?"

"Yes."

"Oh Jeez… This is too much." Alan responded as wild images flashed into his minds eye of him in her ass. "She can't be serious. She's just saying that." A quiet voice whispered from the depths of his imagination.

"I need a bathroom break. Do you need anything while I'm up?" she asked.

"Naw, I'm fine." His thoughts relieved at this interruption and with reluctance he pulled his shaft from her moist channel as he moved off to her side. His hands trailed softly and slowly down the length of her leg as she turned and sat on the edge of the bed. His attention held by the soft, warm smoothness of her skin.

Waiting for several minutes he went to the other bathroom and when he returned to the bedroom, Carmen was still absent. Going into the kitchen, he took two sodas from the refrigerator and then straightened the sheets on the bed. Noticing the large wet spot on the sheet, he stretched out, so his body covered it, as he didn't want her to lie on it.

When she returned, she walked around the bed, opened the drawer on the nightstand and took out a tube of lubricant. "This boy is going to satisfy all of my needs." She thought as she stood there looking at him, tapping the tube against her chin.

"What's that for?" He asked as she crawled onto the bed beside him.

"You're about to find out, Lover." She purred as she knelt on her hands and knees, sideways across his torso and handed him the tube.

"Now put a blob on my ass and rub it around with your finger."

"Oh!" she gasped as he smeared the cold lubricant on the entrance of her back passage. "That's it. Just like that. Start pushing a little."

Alan inhaled sharply when she, in turn, placed a dollop of the lubricant on the tip of his erection. "Oh Jeez, that feels good!" He exclaimed as her hand quickly warmed the chill and she began stroking the slick length of his erection.

Rising up to a sitting position, Alan placed his other arm across her back and used his hand to spread her butt cheeks farther apart. "That's it, keep doing what you are doing. Oh yes! Deeper." Carmen cooed as he repeatedly pumped his finger into her ass past the second knuckle.

"You keep that up, I'm going to pop," he cautioned as her hand manipulated his shaft and her thumb circled the sensitive helmet.

"Use two fingers now. Hurry!" she gasped as she dropped down, resting her shoulders on the bed, her breasts crushed against his thigh. "Oh fuck yes! Damn, I forgot how good it feels. Faster, come on, deeper."

"Ready for more than my fingers?"

"Ok, Ok. Just keep your fingers in my ass." She instructed as she moved off to his side, turning so that her butt was now facing him.

Quickly moving on his knees behind her, he used the palm of his free hand to spread the cheeks of her butt as she reached between her thighs and grasped his erection. The subdued illumination of the candles accented the contrast of her bikini tan, erotically framing her butt as he watched her guide the tip of his shaft along her very moist slit. He watched, fascinated as she released her grip of him and began vigorously rubbing her clit. 

He slowly withdrew his fingers and placed the tip of his shaft at the lubricated, puckered ring. He began pushing, pausing as the helmet seated firmly in the opening.

"Slow, easy. God your cock is hot!" She moaned as he increased the pressure.

"Aaahhh, wait, wait, wait!" She groaned, exhaling several deep breaths when the bulbous helmet penetrated past the tight ring.

"Am I hurting you?" He asked cautiously, fearing that she was indeed in pain.

"No, not at all. It's just you're bigger than your fingers. God, I want you in me."

"Jeez, your so tight. Are you sure I ain't hurting you?"

"Fuck my ass! She commanded, as she thrust her body against his, moaning loudly, almost screaming as half in his shaft suddenly speared into her.

"Aaahhh. Fuck me! Aaahhh, yes!" she screamed, again thrusting her hips back against him, burying her face in the pillow.

Leaning back slightly, he looked at where their bodies joined. His pubic hair was crushed in the valley between her cheeks. He realized that he was fully embedded in her ass as the tight muscle clamped around the base of his shaft. "Oh jeez, your ass is fucking tight, Aaahhh, goddamn it feels good." He moaned, feeling her muscle contracting around the base of his cock. Taking his hands and placing them on her upturned butt, he spread her cheeks wide as he slowly withdrew and pushed back in. Repeating his unhurried thrusts, he watched, fascinated by the sight of his shaft moving in and out her taunt back passage.

"Yes, fuck my ass Lover!" She said. Her voice muffled by the pillow.

"Like this?" He asked cockily as he began rhythmically thrusting his hips. 

"Aaahhh, yes, just like that. Keep fucking me, I'm so close to cumming." She gasped as she rose up and looked back at her young lover. Moving her hand from rubbing her clit, she fondled his scrotum as she matched her thrusting to his.

"That's it, play with my balls. Oh god, yes." He groaned, relishing the sensations of her fingers messaging his sack and the hot confines of her ass.

The excitement of being in her ass and the enjoyment of listening to her gasping moans as he took her, proved to be too much stimulation. He had been fighting the rapidly building urge for the past several minutes, keeping his eyes tightly shut so that the sight before would not throw him over the edge. Moving his hands over her hips, using her hips as a handhold, he began to relentlessly pound his shaft deeply into her. "Ooohh god, its so tight, I love fucking your butt. Aaahhh." He exclaimed as the pressure of his orgasm rapidly built. Feeling her muscles clamping his cock and the hot tightness of her ass, he wanted his first experience of anal sex to last forever.

He could feel her body beginning to tremble as her climax erupted, the muscles clamping his shaft in an inescapable grip as she collapsed under him, dragging him down on top of her. The pliable firmness of her butt under his hips, the warmth of her body as he lay over her back and the grip she maintain on him, threw him over the edge of pleasure. "Here it cums! Ooohh Fuuuuck meeee!" He hissed and his cries of ecstasy equaled hers as his shaft pulsed and the intensity sharply mounted as she clamped off his release. Suddenly her muscle relaxed and he gasped in relief as his pent up flow exploded, sending jets of hot semen squirting inside her back passage.

"Whew, that was awesome." He groaned, enthralled with the pleasure of feeling her puckered ring pulsating on his softening shaft. Exhaling heavily, he positioned himself comfortably over her back, gently pressing his cheek against hers. He whispered, "I'm sorry I popped so quick, I just couldn't hold back any longer."

She smiled, whispering, "When I felt you shooting your hot cum in my ass, my orgasm just kept going. No you didn't cum to quick at all. You were perfect."

Propping up on his elbows so that she was not taking his full weight, he began gently kissing her shoulders and then leaning down, kissed her ear and face.

She whispered as he started to pull out. "Just stay like you are, don't move. I want to keep you in me for a while longer. You feel so damn good in my ass." 

When his flaccid shaft finally slipped from the confines of her ass, he rolled her over onto his side; drawing her next to him and they lay in each other's arms for a long time. Neither spoke, both enjoyed the exquisite embrace as he held her against his body and she snuggled back tightly to him. He moved his arm and she rested her head on it while his hand cupped her breast and she placed her leg back over his. He began kissing her cheek as his free hand slowly trailing up and down along her side and she caressed his arms as he held her.

"I have to be going soon." He whispered, disappointed that their evening was coming to a close.

"I know but I just feel so secure here with you. I wish you didn't have to go." 

"Oh Jeez, believe me, I don't want to go either. Can I come back in morning?"

She softly laughed as she rolled over, facing him, tangled in his arms, "I'm having company tomorrow for lunch but later in the afternoon I'll be free. Lets say, 4 O'clock?"

"I'll be here, count on it!" He whispered as their lips met.

Her robe, with the sash untied, draped loosely off her shoulders as she stepped into the living room. "Come on. I'll walk you out to your truck," she said as he returned from the kitchen, pulling his T-shirt down over his shoulders.

"Shouldn't you cover up? Someone might see you." He asked as she pushed open the screen and stepped out onto the porch.

"I will if a car comes by. And my neighbors are all watching T.V. or sleeping, so no one will see me. But I'll tie it if you wish," she smirked, knowing what his answer would be.

"Oh Jeez. This is unreal." His thoughts were nothing more than a maddening jumble of whirling visions and strange events as he tried to put everything that had happened this evening into some type of order. He had been allowed to stare at her panties while they ate, popped his nut in her mouth, pussy and ass. She said he was a natural lover and that she liked having his cock in her ass. And now she was walking out to the street almost naked! His mind was numb from everything that had happened in the past several hours and he couldn't keep his eyes off her naked breasts. They jiggled with each step as they walked down the driveway to where his truck was parked on the street. He slipped his arm inside her robe, holding her nakedness.

Opening his door, he leaned back against the seat and pulled her close, holding her naked body as their tongues met in a passionate kiss. Breaking the kiss, he brought his mouth down to her breasts, as he kneaded the pliable flesh and teasingly bit her nipples. Glancing up he saw her head tilted back as she held the back of his head, pressing his face to her breasts. Her breathing was becoming heavier and when his finger trailed down her stomach and circled her clit, a gentle moan escaped her throat.




Summer Lovers



"Oh Alan. You've got to stop or you won't be going home tonight." She whispered, stepping back enough to break his hold on her. "I'll call you just as soon as Sara leaves tomorrow."

"I'll be home waiting."

"Alan. Thank you, this weekend has been absolutely perfect. I hope tomorrow doesn't fly by like today has."

"I want to see you again. I mean, seriously, I, I, ugh, I."

Interrupting him before he found the words, which she feared he was searching for. Firmly holding both his hands in hers, squeezing them, she held his gaze, and said, "Don't say it. I think you are mature enough to fully understand the scope of our relationship. Lets just leave it as purely physical and not create any complications, which neither of us is ready to handle. Ok?"

"But tonight, I thought we…"

"Ssshhh. Think about it from a realistic viewpoint. We made love and I hope we continue doing exactly that for the remainder of the summer. But we can't allow a sudden infatuation to tarnish the pleasure we both want to enjoy." She said, becoming elated with the thought of fucking him at every opportunity in the months to come. Then placing her hand at his crotch, she began squeezing and rubbing his hardness, adding, "Do you understand?"

"Yeah." He replied, moving his hands up, cupping the soft cool flesh of her breasts. "Actually I do."

"I'll call you if Sara leaves early." Then she kissed him and stepped back while he swung his legs inside the truck and started the engine.

"Just be ready for some hard cock tomorrow." He said to her after closing the pickups door.

"Oh, don't worry Lover, I'll be ready and more than willing. I'll see you then. Bye."

"Bye." Reaching out the window, he gently ran the back of his hand over her cheek. As she closed her eyes, he felt an inner confidence rising to the surface as he looking at that magically crooked smile lighting her face as she pressed her head against his hand.

Carmen stood on the curb and waved as she watched him drive away, acutely aware of the moisture permeating from her sex and the sticky wetness seeping from her ass. A strange sensation of completeness enveloped her as she tied the sash of her robe walking back to the house. She had a lover now, a lover with whom she planned to take full advantage of for the remainder of the summer. She looked forward to tomorrow, now regretting her decision of inviting Sara over for lunch.

Alan watched her in the mirror driving away, admiring the way she stood watching with her robe completely open, waving to him, her full nakedness on display for his pleasure. His thoughts turned, imagining the carnal activities of the next day and the next. Adjusting the erection confined in his jeans, he finally understood what she meant about their relationship remaining physical. She wanted a fuck-buddy and he planned to oblige her every sexual and exhibitionistic whim. He was going to taste her pussy tomorrow until she screamed to be fucked and then he was going to fuck her, pussy and ass both.

He said quietly to himself, "It's going to be a short summer after all." While the idea took root in the back of his mind of taking her riding on his motorcycle wearing those baggy coveralls and nothing else. Maybe he could convince her to go water skiing next weekend with him and his buddies.