1 comments/ 75898 views/ 4 favorites Handsome Young Man By: stoneypoint "Wow what a handsome looking young man" the woman thought. "Am I just unlucky or what? Hehehe, nahh I just get the cute ones. That's what she thought while the young guy moped while walking up her driveway. She saw a 21 year old young man with a decent shape, not too athletic, but good enough for a woman who doesn't interact with men often enough, except at clubs or bars. "Yeah, good enough for a plus size woman like me", she thought and "He's only 22, failing college, and desperate. He's been here before, so he knows me. But this time, I'm not 300 pounds; I'm only 175 and got some curves to appreciate hopefully. Okay, okay, I'm dreaming." "God what a fat ugly cow she is. She's an absolutely huge, huge woman. She always looks like she wears those curtains as dresses. She's never worn regular clothes that I've seen. God, she's a bulldozer of a woman." "Oh here he comes. He's gonna ring the bell. Do I look good? Is my hair look nice? Does this top look okay", she asked herself. She took once last glance at herself in the mirror and waited for the doorbell to ring. Finally it rang, she waited to answer it. Finally opening the door, he asked for Mrs. Carrick. "Don't you remember me Willy? I'm Mrs. Carrick." Willy's eyes jumped out of their sockets, a nice compliment to her, and she smiled back as he took a step back recalling the same woman who tutored him 6 years prior. "Noo wayyy", he exclaimed! He was stunned. She was not wearing those 'curtains' for dresses any longer. Her hair was much shorter, stylish, and curled in a cute way. She wore Capri's that actually fit and defined her body and ass pretty well. At least better then he expected she'd look in a pair. For a plus size woman, who used to wear humongous drapes for tops, she was wearing a large and attractive sleeveless blouse. To top that off, she wore bras with highlighted a more visible chest, she was proud to let others know she had. Regardless if it was an office manager or a college student, she wanted to show she was proud of her new found beauty. "Mrs. Carrick, it's been six years and I know we've both changed. I've grown up at least a little, but you Mrs. Carrick, you've changed a lot and let me say this; everything has been for the better. I hope I didn't put my foot in my mouth, did I?" "Ohhh, that's nice of you to say that Willy. I appreciate the compliment. It was tough, but if you want something badly enough, it will come. That's only if you want it badly enough though. By the way, you sure have grown up nicely yourself. You've turned out to be a fine looking young man. You sure have. That entire physical well, undeveloped immaturity has changed a lot and I see a nice grown up young man now." "Now enough with all the nice pleasantries, let's get down to work and see what the problem is with what's bothering you. How's that sound? Where do you prefer to work when you study, in the kitchen, on the floor, or on a chair with the TV off?" "Umm, I'm usually umm, uhh on my bed." "Ohh, well of course thaaaat won't work, willll it?" "Nope, I don't think so." He felt uncomfortable and moved back a step looking at her large body. Regardless she was much, much smaller then she was 6 years ago. "She had curves now too he noticed. She had curves. She didn't have curves before." "Let's work at the table." They did and say side by side. They reviewed stuff while she'd reach in, point things out, and bump up against him often. It was continuous. It didn't bother him. "Oh sorry, I don't mean to bump you like that." "It's okay. May I ask how much weight you did lose Mrs. Carrick?" "You may, but I think I'll keep it to myself. You are quite young, I have some years on you, and there isn't any need for us to delve into one another's lives, unless you want to open up your life story to me. Is that fair enough?" He looked up and over at her and replied, you're right. I suppose so. I didn't mean to get personal with you. Sorry, I really didn't." That's when he smelled a scent coming from her. It was a nice odor. He wanted to ask, but he didn't. However he did breathe in through his nostril a second time and third time faintly. She heard them, smiled delightfully as she stood up, and walked to her sink for a fetch of water. "Your parents pay good money for me to tutor you, don't they Willy? I bet we can arrange for something other then a monetary exchange in my services. I have some work in the house, which is difficult for me and if you'd assist me with that, I'd be more then happy to reduce what they're paying. Maybe I can call them and see what they think. What do you think about that Willy?" "I don't mind. They've helped me out a lot and kept me out of trouble many times. I guess it wouldn't hurt. What kind of work?" "May I show you? I have some shelving units I've bought, but I don't think I'm able to put them together. They are in my bedroom. Would you like to take a look shortly?" "Sure, umm, I guess." "Umm, well I'll have to clear some stuff out. Why don't you work on this and I'll get the clothes cleared out. First I'll call them in my room and when I'm ready, I'll call you, okay?" She went in her bedroom, cleaned out her closets, and called Willy's dad and he thought it was a great idea. She agreed to a fifty percent reduction if Willy would do some ongoing work and stuff for her. All of it seemed perfectly innocent to Wills dad and agreed to the arrangement. Mrs. Carrick was happy. Laying out all the clothes she had hung up, there was some lingerie she hung up too that she particularly liked but never wore. She left it out in plain sight so he might see it. Hopefully he'd like hat he saw. She called him in. He came in hoping there wasn't any trickery. She was fully dressed like when he first came in. He saw the shelving cabinets. He looked at the instructions, pulled open the box and within 15 minutes had it all put together. She was impressed. "Wow, that's amazing Willy. What you did was incredible. I couldn't have done that so easily. I wish I could repay you. Oh I am repaying you by tutoring you. She laughed at herself. There's one more still and that goes on the other side." She forgot to pull out the new remaining lingerie she wanted to wear soon to the club she was going to visit that week. When she opened it up a couple of camisoles hung up in full view and he stared at them dumbfounded; he didn't know what to make of them. He did but they caught him off guard, they took her by surprise, and she wished he saw them, but not like that. He looked longer then she expected, but finally turned and looked at her. He didn't know what to say or how to react. "Umm, do you want to take those out?" Quickly and slyly she said, "No that's okay, go ahead and take them off and lay them on the bed; it's alright. I don't mind." She kept a straight face. "Umm do you wear that stuff actually?" He was intrigued. He was curious. This woman, 34 years of age, and a mentor so to speak unbeknownst to Willy began coming on to him slowly but surely. "Uhhh here Willy, smiling spryly, let me have that. I'm sorry you didn't need to see something like that. Yes, yes I do wear things like that. If you don't mind, it makes me feel like a real woman. What do you do to make yourself feel like a real man? Is there something you do to feel and behave like a mature young man? A man who wants to know he's liked as a man, a mature adult?" She was beginning to lay it on thick. He stood there in her bedroom, holding the box with the shelving unit, and considering her question. "Like what do you mean? Such as what Mrs. Carrick, like what stuff do you mean?" "Well I think you begin to behave as a gentleman by talking more discreetly not to just other females, but other men. Adult males often focus on important issues outside of adolescent activities that help others. Additionally, even though they do those types of things, there are mature relationship types of interactions that come along and behaving appropriately or where applicable, an adult male could take advantage of something." "Hmmm, that's true, he replied. Or I guess it's true. I've seen myself become more involved in some adult activities as well as staying current with stuff I did as a kid. But I'm confused about the last part. I am or have been involved with what you might say mature interactive relationships. Friends and I go to clubs, dance a lot, maybe go out afterwards, and wonder to ourselves should we take something a step further but we don't." "Willy, what do you mean by 'one step further'? Do you mean have an open relationship with another female your age?" "That's probably not prudent, but I understand those needs. I understand them well. All women and all men have those needs. They are wonderful needs and anyone who acts upon them takes a risk but the rewards, Willy, may be worth the time invested." He laughed aloud. Looking at her, he acknowledged what she intimated. "In other words I should ask a couple friends to have sex with me? Is that what you are saying?" "I didn't say that at all, but if that's what you want it to mean Willy, by all means, interpret it that way. Sex is wonderful and exciting. I know how it can be." Then she purposely displayed a depressed look on her face. She wanted to see how he'd react. "Why or how did we get to this subject? Are you okay Mrs. Carrick. I think we shouldn't have discussed this. Are you okay?" "Ohhh no, I am fine. You are such a wonderful nice young man Willy. You are so polite and you seem conscientious. Those are such attractive qualities. I wish I was one of your friends. It would be so nice to be one of those you go out with. Hehehe, then maybe, if I was fortunate enough, I'd have that opportunity to be asked, hehehe to maybe spend an evening together. Now, now look at me, I'm being mischievous. Someone should slap my hand or put me in my place." She smiled a silly mischievous smile. He liked her smile which drew affection for her he never thought he'd ever feel that woman. She was a different woman then six years ago. She wasn't as nice, outgoing, pretty, or even as talkative. They never would have discussed any of these issues six years back. She had discovered he was growing into one handsome looking mature gentleman. She found herself fond of his behavior. She wondered if it would kindle any friendship between them outside of her tutoring. Back at the table, she finished tutoring him and mentioned to him "It's going to be unbearable hot next week. I'll have some work to be done upstairs and it gets hot and stuffy, so wear something lightweight and be prepared for a little more laborious task." He understood and gladly agreed to wear lighter weight clothing. She had torn out some walls and wanted to make a double bedroom. "Do you know anything about plaster work and putting in drywall?" "Sure do" was his retort. "It's messy, but I can show you anything. You may wanna wear some old t-shirt so ya don't get something to dirty, okay? See you next week." She saw him out and just after he took a few steps off her porch she asked him, "By the way Willy did you like my perfume too?" "Ohhh he's such a good looking guy. I wish he was over all the time. Maybe I could devise a way to get him here more often. But how, how do I do that? Ooooh he is handsome, mmmmm." "Wow, he thought as he drove a way, she's gotten cute. She's actually pretty. She's sweet, nice, and she smells good too. Geez Willy, get a hold of yourself, it's your tutor!" He went home laid in his bed, thought about going out to the clubs with friends. He thought about Mika, Donny, Renee, Hal, and Bobbie. He wondered what they were doing, and then she came to mind. "I wonder if she goes clubbing too or where she goes if she goes. Nahh, Mrs. Carrick doesn't go clubbing, but she might be fun to dance with. Maybe I could call her and well, nahhh. That's crazy!" Handsome Young Man Ch. 02 Sitting home that evening after tutoring Willy, Mrs. Carrick wondered about several possibilities. She thought about lying in her tub and relaxing with music. Maybe just taking a shower and playing tantalizing herself, while she fantasized about some man to be intimate with. Willy brought on some internalized restless desires and that was ideal to a degree. She felt revitalized that afternoon and soon enough, as evening fell, she wanted to do something. She called a few fellow teachers but all three were busy with their immediate families and couldn't go out. Half dressed and thinking about putting in one of fifty customized x-rated videos she was going to lie down, watch the video, and entertain herself. As she watched it she slipped off her full sized panties. She noticed it was only 6:45 in the evening. It was early to be doing it to herself she thought, but the timing felt right. It also felt natural. Just then, her phone rang. It was Willy's number. "Why was he calling?" She put her movie on pause, turned off her vibrator, and answered her phone. He asked her what the best way, if necessary, would be to get a hold of her. In her cheerful voice she replied, "Willy, anyway you want to 'get a hold of me' is fine by me. She intimated "get a hold of me" but he didn't notice it. "Call, email, text, or stop in if my car's in the driveway. Don't feel like you can't reach me, alright?" He also had her business card with all her contact info on it. "Have a fun evening Willy." She hung up, turned on her vibrator, turned on the movie, and pleasured herself. But she was still lonely and bored afterwards. She called another friend. A woman she used to tutor but that woman, who was close in age, was a lesbian. They became friends. That was it. The two frequented clubs just to dance. Mrs. Carrick called Becca Jones and the two decided to go clubbing that night. Where Willy hung out at and where Mrs. Carrick hung out at were different spots. With 13 years difference in age, they weren't going to have the same tastes. That evening Leslie Carrick and her friend Becca Jones headed out to dance at some clubs they were familiar with. They arrived at Kickers, a place for an over 30 crowd although the crowd could draw much younger patrons usually you saw a 30 and over group only. Many women looked forward, especially the over 30 crowds, finding some men to socialize, and hopefully dance with. Sometimes the nights were fun-filled with lots of dancing, even intimate if they were lucky enough. Not at Kickers, it was slow so she and Becca left. They drove to a suburban nightclub that hosted a younger crowd. The crowd was anywhere from twenty one to fifty. The place, in Leslie's opinion was ideal except for one feature. Mainly it was host to younger woman and the needs of that younger woman. A woman who had a fit body easily had the upper hand, especially if she was on the hunt. Young men unsuccessfully hit upon them and ignored the lustful desires of a woman they could meet, dance with, and develop an evening of fun and games such as Leslie. They'd come up, talk, dance maybe with Leslie and Becca but normally it ended shortly after. She was not a young babe like most of the other females closer in age to them. Little did they know she was much more willing then the younger ones, experienced, and knowledgeable as well. She'd welcome the right man home to her place for a delightful rendezvous. The night moved on, the music flowed well, and Leslie was having a decent time. She and Becca danced with others or they dance with themselves. They'd sit at tables of some that invited them over or sat at the bar. But as the evening progressed, Becca became bored. She wasn't interested in any men and eventually called a cab. Of course there weren't any interested prospects for Becca at these clubs. Leslie was left to fend for herself. That disappointed her and she was about to leave. But a friend and her sister happened in. They were meeting some others. That friend, a few years younger was meeting Willy and a few of his friends. She greeted them when they saw her, made small talk, however Leslie decided to leave. Dropping her keys on the floor and unaware she did, she headed for her car; she finally noticed it so she turned around and went back in. By that time, she was noticeably drunk. She slurred her words some, was tipsy a bit, and was smiling at anyone who passed her by. She knew she was drunk, so she cut herself off, and ordered herself a diet coke. Sipping it at the bar and still unaware that Willy walked in with friends she forgot that she came back in to search for her keys. She stood around smiling at everyone but soon enough figured out what she came back in for. Finally she sobered herself up a little. She ate some bar pretzels, and began thinking straight eventually. However, she remained in a good mood; she had to find those keys. Mentioning to the barkeeper she had to have lost them inside, he sent a note up to the band and they announced it. Not putting two and two together, Willy found them underneath the table they sat at and where Leslie Carrick was at earlier. Leslie went to the ladies room and took care of business. She was told her keys were found by a nice kid. He gave them to the manager of the club. She located the manager, retrieved the keys and as she did, Willy walked up behind her unsuspectingly to ask the manager, if the owner finally claimed them. Recognizing the voice, she turned around with a good size smile on her twinkling face. Only because she was a little intoxicated and coming out of it did she smile like that. But she suspected from the sound of the voice, it had to be none other then that sexy young pupil, Willy. Yes it was! She quickly thought to herself, "Ooooohh doesn't he look delicious tonight?" Not saying anything but hi to him, he was surprised to see her. He never expected his tutor out, and about. At least he never expected to run into her, although he had given it some thought earlier that it wouldn't be a bad idea. "Mrs. Carrick wow, this is wild! I never thought I'd see you out at a nightclub. Wow, this is really cool. I mean, uhhh yeah it's cool. So how are you? Who are you here with?" "Hiii Willy, she said, I am good thank you very much." Smiling as she did she offer the impression she was delighted as usual, and said "Oh I'm not with anyone at this time. I was with a friend but she left earlier. The keys you found are mine. Thank you Willy, that was nice of you to look for them and turn them back in. Well I am off. I'm heading home, since I have no one to spend the evening with." "Oh no stay Mrs. Carrick; you can hang out with us. I'd love it and I don't give a care what anyone else thinks or says. I really don't. I'd love it if you would hang out." "Well, well Willy, that is sweet, maybe I might but I'm going to step outside and catch a bit of fresh air. I'll stop back shortly depending how I feel." "Okay, he responded; are you sure you are okay?" "Awww yes, I'm perfectly fine. She laid her hand on the upper left portion of his chest and said also, "That's so sweet of you to ask. Thank you Willy, thank you hon." Smiling back, he looked down quickly at her hand and was interested what she did. He wondered what his feelings were as he felt her hand on his chest. "I'll be back, Willy and maybe I'll even dance with you? Hehehe, oops maybe you weren't even considering that. I shouldn't assume anything like that should I, hehehe." "No, no it's cool Mrs. Carrick." Smiling and blushing he didn't think she was going too far with an offer like that. "I guess I wouldn't mind a dance or two." Somehow she lit something up within him and he was curious about dancing with his tutor. "I'm going to take a breather and I'll be back in about 15 minutes or so, okay? Hehehe, sounds fun doesn't it? I hope so. If you aren't interested, I'll understand." "Oh no it's cool, I'd be happy to dance with ya." He felt a twinge at the tip of his penis as if it was actually a turn on when she asked him or told him she wouldn't mind dancing. As he awaited her return, another spasm developed at the tip of his cock for some reason, and it spread a little more as impulses of arousal seemed to overtake feelings within his groin. He liked it but he didn't like the feelings either because they stemmed from the idea it was his tutor and not some female close in age. He also wondered what others would think if they knew what he felt. If they knew he had a hard on, they wouldn't understand like Mrs. Carrick might understand. Sitting at the table with his friends, inconspicuously he slipped his hand down and grasped the half hearted bulge. He liked how it felt, however he wasn't sure if he liked why. It had been 20 minutes and no Mrs. Carrick. He was excited, restless, and apprehensive. He wanted to dance with her to get it out of the way, but on the other hand he did want to see if dancing with her could be fun too. Dancing with an older woman, regardless if it was his tutor might give him an advantage on a more desirable level with girl's closer in age. On the other hand, they might think he wasn't able to meet girls his own age so the result being he looked elsewhere to develop a good relationship. "I'm thinking way too far into this. They don't know or care. They are my friends, but they are going to wonder what the hell I'm doing dancing with an older woman, much less my tutor." "Guys, I'm not really feeling good. I don't know what's wrong. I'm gonna call myself a cab, okay, and head home." They asked if he was okay, he acted as if he wasn't, and he called for a cab. Once he was outside, he canceled it. Looking for Mrs. Carrick, he saw her standing by her Suburban. She was reconsidering going back in. She most definitely wanted to dance, but she felt she would embarrass him so she thought she'd wait a bit and see if he hopefully come and seek her out. Fortunately he did as she suspected. They talked briefly. She felt better. He was happy she was okay and not sick as a dog, like he suspected she might be. She asked him if he'd like to go up the street to another small quieter club and have a drink and just talk. At that point she was drinking iced tea and he would have a couple of beers. They went off to Gelf's which was a small dancing joint. It had a mid-size floor not always filled up, good local talent for bands, not too loud, and always a great mix of music. Party dancing or romantic dance, it could be found there. Sitting back in a corner table away from the crowds the two made standard small talk. Thanks to the club's manager and the band's leader they had the place excited, including Willy and Leslie. Getting up to dance, things began slowly as they went through typical motions on the floor. They were only getting a sense for the others dancing rhythm. Each enjoyed being with the other and dancing as well. They smiled and smiled, looked around at others, looked back at each other and chemistry was liquefying as the music rolled out. Somehow these two enjoyed one another's presence. They enjoyed each other much more then expected and rarely did they speak while dancing. After about 10 songs, they sat down because she became a little exhausted, but her exhilarating dancing made him like being with her enormously. After sitting back down, Leslie took a deep breath, exhaled, and said "Wow Willy you are quite the dancing man! We did great out there!" "Hahaha, he laughed ferociously, yes we did. I hafta tell ya, I never in my entire life imagined being here like this with you would be so fun. This is great Mrs. Carrick. Ummm, dancing with you especially is wild and fun." "I'd have to say the exact same thing Willy. I never ever thought I'd like being out dancing with such a young guy like you. The way you dance also is great. I sure liked how you put on the moves out there, hehehe, you were great!" "Hahaha, really you thought so? Thanks that's cool and you were wild too. I think we made a great umm, duo out there." They both laughed and joked about one song or another, how they danced, but at a point soon after, they stopped and looked at each other as if something was on the rise. They hadn't figured out what, but Leslie had inklings of what it was and liked what she initially felt, although it was not any substantial value at that point, she still liked them. They were so engrossed in conversation up to that point that when it ended, Willy had a similar twinge again in his groin but didn't realize it. He was lost for words and searched quickly to figure out what to say next. Smiling, he ended up saying, "This is embarrassing because I can't hold a conversation." "Hehehe, either can I Willy. You are so cute, and she giggled, when you blush like that. You shouldn't be embarrassed. Things happen like this. Don't worry, watch people, look at them, see how they act when they are having fun, and if something comes to mind, say it." Slower songs were beginning and they'd play about 35 minutes of those. The two looked around made small talk, and then Willy looked over and asked, "Ummm I don't know if this is inappropriate, but do you care to dance?" "Oh not all, I'd love to dance. I'd love it if you wanted to. Don't do it if you feel like you're obligated. However, I'd love it if you truly want to." Hopping out of their chairs, Willy offered his hand to her like a gentleman, she accepted it, and they walked out and began dancing to the slower songs. First, they only danced as if it was a brother and sister dancing, or two girl's maybe. It was more of a platonic style of dancing. Soon enough, it seemed to change. But Willy is the one who shifted his hands around not Leslie. She immediately loved where they were placed. That meant that he felt comfortable with her. It meant there were a connection, a bond, an understanding, and even more. There were desires that grew within. Leslie Carrick knew she had desires. She knew it earlier that evening. She knew it when she lay on her bed, with her panties off, and a vibrator in hand watching an x-rated video. She knew what she desired and she felt it strongly. "Would he come to my rescue?" She sure hoped so. They danced on as his hands wrapped around her back, one high up and the other down low, just about her butt crack line. He felt her bra through the lightweight top she wore. He felt her breasts and wished he could feel them a little more. He lost sight of the fact that she was his tutor. He knew it, but he began enjoying the comfort of her as a woman. She knew what she was and who she was and she enjoyed the idea of those two aspects. She wanted to give of herself to someone who appreciated such traits. He was beginning to appreciate her as a woman. His bulge increased as they moved about on the floor. He unknowingly pulled her closer to him. She liked how he intimately pulled at her while they danced. He knew it but he didn't. He danced how he felt. He knew it was Mrs. Carrick, but she felt warm within his loving grasp. He felt warm and caring as he held on to her, she thought. There were more feelings. It wasn't just an affection she felt. There was stimulating hormones that shot inwards towards her uterus. She felt deposits of desire injecting with unrelenting precision. Those injections that catapulted swiftly up in between her thighs made her uncomfortable but she became aroused while she stood on the floor dancing close to him, chest to chest. He wanted to smash himself into her so she could feel him. He wanted her to feel his aroused king. Did she actually desire him? He didn't know and he didn't want to assume that either. Did she like dancing intimately this way or was she just doing to be nice. He wasn't sure. He wanted to know. He just wasn't sure though. Finally after 20 minutes, it ended and regular music started back up. He wasn't interested and she wasn't either. Both wanted to dance like earlier so they went back to their table. It was special and she ate it up. She could eat him up too. He could do likewise, although her thoughts were a little more mature then his were. Yes, she could undress the young man, stand him up naked in her house, and lick every inch of his sexy body then make love to him, but how? "Willy, would you care to go out and get a breath of fresh air?" "Uhh sure cool, I don't see why not. I'd be happy, yeah more then happy to take a walk with you. I actually think I need one." "Yes, me too I think." Neither knew why the other said it, however both felt that their hormones were about to go into a rage and weren't sure about letting them get out of control. Leslie easily would let hers, but Willy not to sure of his emotions, walked along outside with her down the sidewalk in the uptown district. At that point, it was quiet and hardly a soul around in the area. It was going on 11:00 in the evening and early by every account. The two were at ease, but anxious as well. She wanted to stop, catch him off guard, and see how he'd react. He wanted to hold the woman's hand and see what she'd do. He thought, "Am I or would I be overstepping my boundaries big time?" Likewise, she was ready and didn't want to hold back, however, she didn't want to ruin a good thing. Plus there were future chores to be done and having him around would easily get them completed, seeing as he was experienced with some of that stuff. "Willy, I have a question for you, but I'm afraid to ask it. If I ask and I am completely off, then you're going to think badly of me." He stopped with a look of anxiousness. He wanted to hold her hand and see if something sparked within him and if she'd feel that transformation like an electricity bolt going between the two. "Would she or wouldn't she feel the same way?" "Yeah sure go ahead, ask away." She turned towards him, after stopping and he read her face. Somehow mysteriously he knew. Somehow he was enlightened and knew that there was chemistry between them. He felt it. The feeling was not only strong it was an explosive impulse and he didn't need any further acknowledgement! That growth within him went from a twinge to a powerful pounding metamorphoses and it showed if you could have seen his underneath. It was as hard as if he woke up with one on. It was a solid erection! It was sucking all life towards it. Her life included! She felt him. She felt an attraction of a personal and physical nature. She knew he was horny. She knew she was horny! "Oh my god, you have no idea how I, uhhh feel. This is nuts Mrs. Carrick. I want to tell you something, but I don't know. Anyways, you wanted to ask me something. What is it?" He had difficulty focusing because he was sure he knew what she felt. "I think there is a very strong affection for you. I know I feel that. In fact, well, I'm sure of it and my god Willy I'd give anything to show that to you!" He was not stunned. He felt similar strong feelings. His cock was sucking the life out of any rational, logical thinking pattern. "Willy? Willy, ohhh god I am so, so sorry. I did it, didn't I? I shouldn't have said that. Ohh my god, I am so, so sorry. I apologize for what I said Willy." He wasn't able to focus on what she said. He wanted her to know how he felt. He wanted her to feel his cock. He couldn't think straight. She had no idea he felt a strong attraction towards her. He didn't care if she was older. He didn't care if she was a larger woman. He didn't care that she used to be a 300 lb woman or that she is 175 now and still a full figured woman by definition. He only cared that she knew how he felt and he had to get over the feelings! He'd rather accomplish getting over them by being with her specifically at that point. "What's wrong Willy? Are you okay? Didn't you hear what I said? Oh God, I'm ashamed now." Handsome Young Man Ch. 02 "No, he finally said. Please do not feel that way, it was me that felt like the idiot, but I didn't realize how everything was going to turn out. I had no idea you really felt like that. I mean, me or us, is too incredible to believe." "I can't believe, Mrs. Carrick that I find myself, uhhhh well, sexually attracted to you." "Wow, that's how I feel about you Willy. I wish we could do something. I'm sorry I've led you on. I'd really don't want to do that Willy. I mean I know this has gotten out of hand, however feelings are feelings, and I believe on acting on them if it's warranted. What do you think?" That was an honest statement and straight from the heart. She held in her hand, her heart offering it and her soul as well as her body to Willy for the night. One night together, they could intimately and sexually share beautiful emotions, making love if he wanted to her. "I don't know if I should do this. I don't know of its even proper. But may I show you something?" "What is it Willy? It wouldn't be that master of design I hope you are referring to, would it be?" She smiled mentioning it right on. Looking towards his crotch, she could see the bulge in it and it was a defining view. His cock pushed hard against the inside lining of his underwear and slacks. She raved its appearance, but only to herself. "I wonder how exquisite that looks in person. Is it as thunderous as I hope it could be? I'll bet regardless it is perfect. Anyway is going to be perfectly fine to me Willy." "Umm, well I am not going to show you. Umm, I do not think that's cool. On the other hand, I'd love for you to see it, but once and only once. But I'd love something I return, I guess." "Ohhh negotiations huh; this might be fun. What do I need to offer you in return? I have many, many assets, I hope, to give to you. However, I want any negotiating to be plain and simple. I'll take you back to my place, let you undress me and we can play around, make love, or just see how everything flows. Is that acceptable?" He was so damn turned on from her offer, he accidentally pushed his own his own cock around in excitement. She turned him on even a tad more by gently and swiftly running her hand over the very tip of it. He smiled and hugged her, she hugged him back, and a kiss ensued out in the open between tutor and pupil in uptown area. "Willy, are you ready to head to my house?" All he said was yep excitedly. They hopped in her Suburban and headed for her house. Since her windows were dark tinted, she asked one thing in advance. "Do you or would you do me one simple pleasure right now? Would you care to give me a thrill while I taxi you and me back to my place? I can drive with one hand and well, hold on to your stick shift, but only if that's okay." He unzipped his pants and slipped out his shaft with a sheepish grin. She accidentally moaned aloud. Handsome Young Man Ch. 03 Leslie Carrick was full of herself. But how could a teacher, a tutor proceed in such a despicable manner and behavior the way she's done so far? How is it that a tutor who is supposed to be an example of a mature woman and teach values to the younger generation? Had she lost all control of her status in life? Was Willy that attractive to Leslie? She thought so and he thought she was as well. While driving her roomy Suburban with tinted windows down the streets, not a soul could see where her hands were placed. If she was able, she would have had the automobile on remote. She would have figured out a way to slip her fingers down between her thighs and finger her pussy and hold his cock all at the same time. Thinking outside the box wasn't easy here. She had to keep control of her vehicle. She didn't just crave his masculine reality; she hungered to swallow it, digest it, and she felt like she could adore his manliness for hours. Forget the idea he was her pupil that was in the past or was it actually? Everyday, when he'd walk up her sidewalk, down the street, or even out of his house from that day on Willy was a new and revitalized man. Hopefully he knew what to expect from now on. As long as he did his work and behaved himself and she did too, they would become intimate. In fact the idea had begun to cross her mind that maybe she should find work for him, get her due, and relocate Willy to a new tutor. It wasn't as if she was going to short herself of great sex from a young man who had the vitality of a young buck trying to fight for leadership in a pack. He didn't sleep a wink for days. He thought about her all the time. He studied hard, he got hard, he jacked off hard and he cummed hard just thinking about the lucky rewards he would receive. A sexy naked Mrs. Carrick was a fantasy and a reality for him. "Willy, if there was a way for us to make love right now, right here sweetheart I would do so with you. You're a wonderful dancer sweetheart. I'm so glad I came out and ran into you. I'm feeling great. Are you feeling great too? I see how excited you are and that's a beautiful looking penis, especially as hard as it is. If there was a way for me to lean down and lick it right now honey, ohhh god I would do it in a heart beat." "Then drive faster if that helps. Where are we going to go, to your house as usual?" "Oh god no dear, I thought we'd go to your house, so your wonderful loving parents could see us fuck like horny rabbits!" Obviously kidding and she laughed at her reply she continued to say, "We are going to go back to my house, straight up to my bedroom, and you're going to undress this weary body and do what you do so well to me. I want to see all of that vigorous fired up passion poured into my body. Oh Lord Willy, I want to tell you how awesome and gorgeous your hunk of meat is in my hand. I want you to touch me everywhere right now baby!" "Right now, right here? Where can I feel you at?" "Anywhere that big heart of yours desires sweetheart." Willy turned sideways and thought about feeling her up. She expected him to do that. She expected Willy to try to cop a feel. But unexpectedly, he did much better. He did one better. He went south, dipping his thermometer from his left hand underneath her panties. His eyes popped out of their head. She was soaking wet. Her panties were moister then a dish rag after being rung out. She was horny; she had dripped profusely, but never gave indication that she was that horny. He looked at her as if he was about to ask the question, "Why haven't you told me you were that turned on Mrs. Carrick?" She understood his surprise and without him saying a word she answered his thought, "Because I needed to make sure I didn't lose control of the steering wheel honey. If we didn't get home, you and I couldn't make love to one another." It was the best response she could think of. His teeth glistened and she was overjoyed. She felt his hardness again, just as they pulled up her street. Her eyes pooped out of her head because his cock had thickened itself. She thought it was as bog as it could get. It had grown more and she became even hornier. "Do you know what to do from here Willy?" "No what's that? Well yeah and no, I'm not exactly sure. Well yes I think I do." "You need to treat me like a real woman. You need to make sure you are gentle but very sexually mature as well. I'm telling you this because now is the time to step up to the plate and be a real man. Act like you've made love the right way many times. I want you to address me like you'd think two mature people would address one another and have great sex with me. However, let it be known I want to make sure you understand that I want to be fucked like an animal is fucked, but with respect honey. Do you understand me?" "Yes Mrs. Carrick, I think I do." "And one last thing, call me Leslie for now." "Okay Mrs. Car... uhhh, Leslie. Oh wow, that's cool and umm erotic. Calling you Leslie is making me hornier and even more attracted to you. I already think you are uhhhh, sexy Leslie. I already know I feel that way, but ohh my god, I want to make love to you so bad you can't understand." "I want you to eat me out Willy. I want you to lick the living daylights outta my breasts. I want you to suck them, tantalize them. Tantalize my tummy, tantalize my twat, and tantalize my ass and legs too. I want you to feel my vagina and how it is right now by putting your massive silo in it, all the way to the very end of it. I want you to feel how wet, how soft, how moist, and how it feels inside. Here we are finally. I'm going to pull inside of the garage, and we're going to go straight upstairs sweetheart." They walked into her house from the door coming from the garage. She didn't turn on any lights, and softly under her breath she said, "Damn, ohh fuck." She was sensing intense urges coming on. They both banged into chairs and walked up the hallway to the stairs. Practically running up them, they got to her bedroom. She switched on a night light so he could see her. He finally saw an interpretative look on her, which said one thing. She was desperate. She was desperate enough that the monster growing within was ready to explode immediately. He hadn't seen her that way all evening. He could have ejaculated right on the spot, but would have let her down. He didn't want to do that of course. He worked hard at maintaining his sexual presence. His tutor although she lost a lot of weight, was still a little large but that did not matter. He couldn't stop his carnal urges that brewed inside and he finally realized she was not just his tutor. Not just the woman who six years ago was a massive overweight woman, but now had a sexy figure! She had sexy ass curves he wanted to bite into. She had tits which were noticeable and sexier then 'fuck'. She didn't even have to ask him. He knew what she wanted. He was conscientious to the hilt. He surged with a horny craving and she knew he did. She wanted it in her hand and better yet in her mouth but she waited for him to continue undressing her in an adult like manner. He proceeded perfectly. He smiled, held all desires in check, studied her beauty and she took notice of his eyes and facial expressions. All of it was a compliment in her opinion. He was a true man among men. "Remove all of my clothes. Touch me carefully and slowly. I want to feel your hands run through my hair, around the back of my neck too honey, and over my cheeks as well", she said very quietly to him. How she said it all sent current through his loins. "Touch my sides here" as she gently took a hold of his hand and grazed over the sides around her breasts. "Yes, just like that Willy. Oh dear, you have no idea how horny you make me feel when you touch me there like that. Now do that on the other side too and slide your fingers down towards my waist. Ohh honey, ohhh baby, that's perfect. You're so, so talented as a lover. I love how mature and grown up you are. Take off the rest of my clothes. We both need to be naked. Let me take off yours too. I have to touch you, feel you, and kiss that manly chest of yours. Oh God I have to kiss it and do so many other things to you. God touch my pussy. Feel the hair around it and how wet I am." "Oh man, Leslie, you make me feel like a king. I feel like I don't deserve you. You are so gorgeous. You are a goddess. Oh, I don't know how to say how beautiful you are. Oh my god", he exalted. "I want to show you how much I love you. What should I do to show you how beautiful I think you are?" "Caress my stomach Willy and bend down and kiss it too. Show me how much you love my body. Show me, feel me there, and kiss it too sweetheart", she continued to say in an exasperated tone of voice. The desperation was awe inspiring. Just as he finished caressing her irrelevant little stomach he remarked, "Touch my cock Leslie! Please hold it in your hands" while they both stood eagerly naked in the middle of the dark bedroom. Barely able to see each other due to only a night light, their eyes adjusted well enough eventually to see the beauty of the other as it should be when making love. ******* It was romantic. They each felt the quixotic feelings between the other emulating like mad. To one another, in different ways, it was a steamy, hott, arousing, and extremely intense period. "I'll hold it, but you should realize a woman desires deep, loving tenderness and not just hardcore thoughts and actions sweetheart. I want, uhhh no, I really have to feel that I am adored a lot. I love your piece of showmanship. It's beautiful and right now it's amazing", she said softly while caressing his upper body, then sliding her hands down over his stomach and then back up. Her eyes focused in on his eyes and saw how nervous and excited he was too. He looked at her and saw that she was happy. He saw her cheerful smiling eyes. She was at peace as she began gliding her hands lower and lower and she looked at his unbendable cock suspended outwardly and pointing up at her face once she looked down at it. Leslie Carrick quickly looked up and mentioned "You are a real man Willy. There's no denying that fact. I can't be anymore honest about that. I can't be any prouder to be with a man such as you honey." "Thank you", he said anxiously. He didn't just want her to hold it. His heart, his blood pressure, and everything else that resonated from within him, raged inside as he repeated to himself, "Just fucking hold my cock. Oh god what's it going to take to hold it?" But he maintained somehow and before she grabbed a hold of it and surprised him finally he grabbed a hold of her and hugged her hefty frame within the confines of his arms. She felt a full-grown Willy she hadn't ever seen from him before. "I knew it Willy, you are a man. For someone who's probably dieing to make mad passionate love or wild sex, you are going nuts. But so am I. I want it, I want you, I am, oh hell sweetheart" and she dropped to her knees as she slipped out from his hug and swallowed his raging membrane inside of her mouth. "Oh fuck Leslie, that is wow, ohhh shit yes I love it, I love it!" She looked up with his cock stuffed in her mouth and not only a portion of it. It was all the way in it except for his balls. She wasn't capable of those too. He didn't give a damn. His head went back. His eyes closed. His back began to arch. His arms started to stretch out some and he cried out, "I love this woman! Let it be known she is as sexy as any woman could ever be." He said it loud enough that anyone in the house could have heard it. Thankfully that wasn't the case. She eased off his cock that surged with every ounce of cum he thought he had. She only sucked it about a third of the way down on it. She sucked off his tip and then she'd go deeper giving him the impression she was going further and further down. He wanted to be sucked completely off, but she didn't want him to loose it and gush in her mouth. Finally she couldn't stand it. Leslie stood up like a crazed woman. She was primed and she felt he was more then that. He showed an amazing amount of patience and she couldn't hold off. She was going to explode in an amazing orgasm he would see for years to come. Never had he seen anything like what he would experience with this unfulfilled woman. She gave him something special and she would give him memories forever cherished. "Lie down because I have to make sure you are totally happy. I know I'm going to be because I'm gonna scream like you've never seen before in your life honey. Oh god baby, let's fuck the devil out of each other!" "Oh yeah, heck yeah I'm more then ready. Am I on the bottom? Is that what you're saying?" "Yes you are. You're the stallion and I'm gonna ride you honey. I'm gonna ride you hard baby!" "Damn, shit yeah! I think I can make you proud. Ride me as hard as you want. I'm more then ready." She straddled his nice adult figure with one leg on one side and a leg on the other. She pushed her hair back and kneeled straight up. Her breasts rested on her chest and he looked her over and back at her face. He smiled and held his own cock. He had some pre-cum and she looked at his hands and leaned down so she could have it rubbed on her tits and her hard nipples. "Ooooohh, aren't you so sexy Willy. You are so fine. Yes you are. I love it!" She smile, rubbed her nipps a little with the pre-cum, and giggled like a young lady. He thought it was funny she behaved like that and laughed also. He was too horny to goof around. He craved fucking her. Just before she jumped on it and hid his cock up her canal, she tickled the tip of it and spun a couple fingers around it. She grasped it, leaned down, and then kissed it. "Say good by to him sweetheart" as she climbed aboard and it was lost. It went so quickly down inside her hole that both wouldn't have to last long in the arduous task of building up to an orgasm. She began to slowly but swiftly fuck his brains out. She was going at him as he went hard at her. He watched her tits bang and bounce from here to there. Going in circles or front to back, he delighted in their unquestionably fuller and limber fashion. Finally her eyes closed as her lids clenched the upper cheekbones. She was urging on her own orgasm to come on strong and release all juices. Her shoulders tightened up, her stomach clamped up, and her pussy tightened up just as she was ready to blow. His hands held her tits and felt that supple large beauty he wondered about so much more often since reacquainting himself with her. He loved them so much more and her nipples soared with madness. "Oh god, he yelled out oh yeah. Yeah, oh shit yeah!" "Oh, ahhh yes, ohh keep at me Willy. Keep pushing into me baby! Oh that's great, yes, super; oh yes. Oh yes baby. Oh god yes, yes, oh yesss!" She kept repeating the same thing and he kept screaming back as the two erupted and he plowed hard into her and she pushed as hard back into him. She felt his exploding barrel propel and gush as his cum overflowed inside her. She pushed and pushed as she cummed hard and screamed even louder. He was terrific. He made her feel beautiful that evening. She was incredible how she made him feel like more than a man. She made him feel as if he had done what he did a million times over. "Oh god damn Willy you fuck like a seasoned pro sweetheart! I have never been as blessed as I am right now." "Oh shit, oh my god yes, yes", she screamed out. "What, what's wrong?" He didn't realize she was having after shocks. He had no idea he might have caused her to have another couple of orgasms just after her main one. "Oh honey, wow, oh wow honey" she smiled and closed her eyes, but continued to express her feelings and emotions. You've made me have more then one orgasm. You deserve at least another opportunity to cum in me or at least let me suck you off or jack you off or something like that sweetheart." "You were absolutely beautiful Willy! I can not tell you how perfect you have been tonight. You have been absolutely the greatest a man could be. Honestly I mean that too." He was beaming like he hit the 24 million dollar jackpot in a state lottery. He was even more proud of himself because a woman, he admired and desired gave him the grand compliment. "Thank you, thank you he said and he blushed. But I completely, without question couldn't have enjoyed making love with anyone else then you. I would treasure the day, no actually I treasure this night, but I treasure the day I am able to make you as happy as I did tonight." "I hope so too Willy. Let's only talk about how beautiful all this has been. Let's talk about how beautiful each other is and feel free, yes feel absolutely free to do whatever you feel like doing with me. For that matter, stay as long as you wish too. I have to get you back to your car sooner, or later. Meanwhile I'd love your company. I'd love to snuggle and play around with you, intimately, tonight if you're up to it honey." "I'm up to it Leslie. I'm more then up to anything you want. I think I'm yours forever. I think I'm probably your slave now." He laughed and then she laughed with him. "Yep, I'll do whatever makes you happy." "Really, she asked, are you telling me the truth?" Then she giggled. "I'm kidding. I'm only being your typical horny woman. I hope that's okay." "Heck yes for it is. Why would a sexy, fun and well, a smart woman like you not be okay with me? You've made me feel like I'm on top of a mountain." She didn't say thank you while she still kneeled over him. All she did was smile at him, her pupil she had beautiful sex with and lean down as her tits rested on his chest and kissed him sensuously on his lips for an extended length of time. He instinctively kissed her back. He felt her boobs resting on him. They felt great. He felt her soft lobes residing against him and it turned him on just a bit. As that happened, she slid upwards to kiss him. As he kissed her back, his tongue slid inside of her mouth and she received it with a impressive reception. "Mmmmm, mmmm, mmmm" she said in a soft pitch. He continued kissing her with flurry. She took notice and replied to his tongue in a playful manner. Without too much struggle between their tongues each mumbled emotions and possibly looking for another lust venture. Then hands moved around on the other instead of hugging one another tight. She tried to grab his butt. He wanted to feel out her tits. Neither could was successful at that. She stopped kissing, pulled away just above his face, smiled at him, and said "Would you like to make love again to me in my shower? I would love to feel you all over me in there. I'd love for you to touch me all over like we did earlier. Even if we don't have passionate sex in there, I'd still love for you to hold me from behind and make love again. I'd still love to feel your cock against my ass. I'd still love to grab it and do wonderful things. But that's only if you'd like to step in it and snuggle with me. Does that sound inviting?" He didn't even have to audible and answer to that question. She saw his answer. Slowly she arose from being on him. He then sat up too as she stretched out her hand. He looked at her breasts. She knew he coveted them. She was more then happy to oblige those desires. "I know, she said to him sympathetically, I see the look in your eyes. I'm so happy they make you feel that way. Come here, come with me honey." They walked into her bathroom and she turned on another night light. She turned on her shower and turned around to face him. "Here baby, shove your face in them. Have fun feeling them and their beauty. They are beautiful aren't they? I'm so happy someone's able to appreciate the splendor of these. Breasts, I know, they are great gifts aren't they? Yes I know they are great gifts to a man. The right man that is. Here, have them honey." Handsome Young Man Ch. 03 He pressed his face between them, turned from side to side as he kissed or licked them. She shoved them together a bit so that he'd feel them more intimately. She treasured that he felt strongly about her sensuous bulbs. She put her hands behind his head and moved it between them so he appreciated everything he could. Then she stepped in the shower as he followed her with a jubilant smile on his face. She did it again. "Here Willy, do you want to feel them again in here too? Mmmmm that is indescribably sexy honey, mmmm that really is sexy." She happened to look down and exclaimed, "Oh my god you're horny again! Look wow Willy honey that says it all! You're so damn sexy!" She grabbed and squeezed his cock. He placed his hands on her and fingered her wet, warm cunt. As they felt the other in erogenous areas under the spray, both muttered, "Mmmmm" often. She felt his cock on her butt. "Ohhh yes nice, push it up babe."