Dinner went smoothly and I must admit that I felt really great knowing that my kids loved the food. I must also admit that I felt even better when Matt Edwards complimented the dessert that I made for them. Oh simple joys. Every time our eyes come in contact, I cannot help but flush. This turned out to be one of the days that I wished I was still single. Damn.
There is something about the way he looks at me that excites me and frightens me at the same time. Although that’s a bit weird considering that he is so much younger than me. I cleaned up the dishes after dinner. At least that me gave me time to avoid him. However, the mundane task just made me think about him all the more. He went down to the kitchen again to get something to drink. My back automatically stiffened. Weird I know.
After my kitchen tasks, I went to my mini office downstairs to do some of my work. I started slowly, removing first all thoughts of the young man who has been bothering my mind practically all day. I was able to get back to my normal pace a few minutes later. I went through several emails and notices from my secretary.
Just then, the door swung open. It was Matt.
“Mrs. Cay…”
“Yes, Matt?”
He closed the door and in three strides he was in front of me. “I’m quitting, Mrs. Cay.”
I stopped looking at my monitor and looked up at him. “Quitting? But why?”
“I have to. I really have to. I have never been so attracted to any of my female bosses before. I don’t think I’ll be able to function really well while thinking about your long legs and your lips.”
“I, I don’t know what to say.”
I gripped his hand and kissed his fingertips. He responded by sliding his fingers inside my mouth. He has big rugged hands-rough hands that I find irresistible. I cannot believe I am actually doing this. It’s very, very naughty.
His other hand found the neckline of my blouse and started massaging the bit of flesh that was exposed there. As he ran his fingers near my chest, I had this sudden urge to rip off my clothes and make him suck my nipples. He touched me like an experienced man, his knuckles sending shivers down my spine.
He caressed my neck and I surrendered to his touch, loving how eager he is to explore me. My face is only inches away from between his legs and I really, really wanted to bury my face there. I touched that area tentatively, not wanting to be too bold. I was so tensed thinking I might scare him if I go too far. I lightly moved my fingertips on his fly and to my amazement, I felt him responding to my feather light touch. “You can touch me, Mrs. Cay-if you want to.”
I licked my bottom lip as he took my hand and led me to touch him even more. He moved my hand up and down his hardness, as if I was his girlfriend. The thought excited me more than what was safe. My touch became more and more sensual, reaching a point where I want to rip his pants off and just squeeze him like crazy.
I used both my hands to unbutton his pants and unlock his belt, my nerves making me all giddy and excited. Just then, my phone rang. It was my husband.
I nervously answered the call.
Me: “Hello.”
Hubby: “It’s raining heavily. I might stay the night.”
Me: “Oh. Have you eaten yet?”
Hubby: “I had a sandwich and some coffee. Will be home tomorrow morning.”
Me: “Okay.”
I tossed the phone on my desk and went back to business. My hands were literally shaking but I didn’t care. I was able to unzip his pants in a snap. I fondled his huge bulge which looks even more enticing now that it’s only covered with his underwear. I touched it reverently, thinking about how it would feel like inside me.
His hand lightly massaged my nape and started pushing me against his waist. He smelled really good and in seconds, my tongue found his navel and licked him there. He smelled even more delicious up close. My hands struggled against his underwear. Just then, I was touching him with my bare hands. Matt is so thick and hmmmm- gifted. I can imagine myself being stoned by this thing all night and having no complaints. I feel like 18 again.
I only meant to touch it, to look at it but he pushed my head gently for me to kiss him. He felt warm and hard and that did it for me. I kissed his cock, remembering the very first time I have given a head. Just having him so close to my face made me feel so aroused, I desperately needed to have a taste. I sucked his cock head eagerly, smiling inwardly because I felt so damnably wicked.
I held his butt as I licked his cock, letting my tongue do all the work. I felt him harden even more and I slid him in and out of my mouth. He started to groan as I pushed all of him deep into my throat. I love how he feels inside my mouth-all big and thick and manly.
I sucked on him harder, enjoying the taste of him. He pushed me even harder to him and messed with my hair. “Oh Mrs. Cay… That feels so good.”
I slid him in and out…in and out and he went even harder. Thinking he might explode from too much stimulation, I stopped. He started removing my silk blouse and pinching my nipples through the fabric of my bra. I should have felt so exposed facing him wearing my bra, but instead I felt oh so sexy.
Matt cupped my breasts and moulded them with his huge hands. I sighed as his thumb pressed against my nipple. He pulled my bra down and my breasts were finally set free. He kneeled down and buried his face in between them. He licked my cleavage and kneaded my tits with his hands. It was unbelievably erotic. He laid me on the floor and continued exploring my body. He unhooked my bra and went back to his lavish feasting of my breasts. He sucked my nipples, like a thirsty man desperate for a drink.
I love my husband but in all honestly, he never made love to me like this. This man is born to be a lover. His tongue feels really good and soon, I was moaning and pleading to suck me even more. He found my skirt and he started to raise it. His hand rubbed my thighs followed by his mouth. I was still wearing my panty hose and the feel of his hand against it was unbelievable.
He fumbled and managed to remove my skirt completely. It was the first time in many years that I faced a man wearing only my underwear, except for Roy, of course. Conflicting emotions run through my head, but desire outweighed them all. I reached out my arms for Matt and he started kissing me.
I responded by offering my lips to him. Second after second, my restraint started to melt away. I parted my lips and his tongue invaded my mouth. Oh sweet. He was warm and all velvety inside my mouth. Our tongues mated and chased each other. He plunged deep into my throat as his hands massaged my breast seductively.
He lay down beside me and rested his head on one hand and looked at me. He gently rolled down the annoying panty hose. One of his fingers slid inside my panty and started to explore my intimate flesh. I moaned inside his mouth when he started kissing me again as I can feel my juices being released. My pussy had become so wet from everything he’s been doing to me.
I sighed as his finger rubbed and pinched my clit, making me feel even more excited. I rubbed myself against his hand, wanting his fingers to dig into me. He rubbed me achingly slowly, making me feel so aroused and desperate for more. I held his hand and screwed it inside me, loving the friction it is causing. I spread my legs to give him more access but still it wasn’t enough.
At long last, Matt removed my panty. The cold air reached my pussy and I shivered but it wasn’t long before I started to feel warm again. He spread my legs wide and rubbed his palm on my pussy. I moaned, loving how his hands made me even wetter. His knuckles played with my clit, making me want to explode real hot. “I want to taste you Mrs. Cay. Will you let me?” He asked.
How can he ask me so casually and still sound sexy? “Vicky. Call me Vicky. I thought you’d never ask.”
With that, he dipped his head and gave my pussy a feather light kiss. My hips rise, begging him to do more. “Matt, please. Please.”
He spread my pussy lips and fingered my clit. I moaned and moaned until he took the hint and used the tip of his tongue to make me lose all sense. I grabbed his head so he’d be able to plunge deeper. I raised my legs higher and made a huge V with them. His tongue was molten silk on my skin. It was oh so good. He started focusing on my clit, making me quiver with his slow intense strokes. As his tongue fondled my kitty lips, his fingers massaged my butt, while his thumb is massaging the opening of my vagina.
I moaned at his deliberate stroking and felt myself releasing more juices. I tossed my head from side to side, as the tip of his tongue seemed to rub on all my sensitive spots. “Oh Matt. Please don’t stop. Don’t Stop!”
He made slow circles with his tongue and kissed my pussy with his fat lips. The sound he was making playing with my flesh was driving me crazy, making me long for more. His tongue was merciless and hot making my thighs
