It’s funny how you can be around someone for a long time, and then suddenly notice them in a whole new way, Davie thought to himself as he jogged away from Mrs. Miller’s house. He had been around her for much of his twenty-years of life. She was the lady down the street. She was the wife of his Little League coach. She was the mother of a girl that he coached at soccer camp. But now she was an object of his desire. He could think of little else.
That transformation had happened in a moment. Davie, home from college, was jogging through the neighborhood when he saw Mrs. Miller struggling with a wheelbarrow. He stopped and helped her push the soil-filled cart up the small slope of her front walkway.
“Why thank you, Davie!” Mrs. Miller said with a bright, dimpled smile as she wiped her brow with the back of her green gardening gloves. “I’d heard you were back from college. How’s it going?”
Davie responded with small talk, and she replied in kind, but neither was paying much attention to their words. Mrs. Miller – or “Suzy”, as she instructed Davie to call her– stood before him as he had never seen her before. She looked younger than her thirty-eight years. She was part Asian, part Italian, and that gave her a vaguely exotic, hard-to-place look. Was she Latina? Was she Asian? Was she Middle-Eastern?
Her long black hair flowed in the light breeze. She was in a simple pair of cut-offs and a white t-shirt. Nothing about what she was wearing was flashy or spectacular. Davie had probably seen her in such an outfit many times before. But on this day, in this moment, he saw everything other than the clothes themselves. Her legs were thick, but toned, tan and smooth. Her ass was full, and delectable – the classic apple. Though she showed no cleavage, her tight t-shirt nevertheless showed-off ample breasts in proportion to her amazing butt.
The longer they spoke the more Suzy’s hardened nipples rose to try to steal Davie’s gaze. But what really tripped Davie’s wire was how the bottom of the t-shirt inched up above the waistline of her shorts, revealing a firm, tan tummy. Most surprising of all, she sported a jeweled belly button ring. As Davie said goodbye and returned to running, he realized he was sporting a hard-on. Holy shit, Mrs. Miller is hot, Davie thought to himself.
Suzy let out a sigh as she watched Davie run down the block. You are a bad, bad girl, she admonished herself. All the same, she couldn’t pull her eyes away from the young man’s muscular thighs, rock hard ass, and sweaty, muscular back. Would I really do a kid I used to babysit? She asked herself. Probably.
Something happened to Suzy when she hit thirty-five. She was horny. All. The. Time. She was hornier than at any time in her life. She talked to her OB-GYN about it and was told it wasn’t all that unusual. Hormone balance shifted in the thirties, the doctor had explained. In addition, women often had renewed energy once exhausting small children went off to secondary school. There was also the biological drive to “squeeze in one more off-spring before everything shut down.”
Finally, the doctor said with a wink, “And we’re all sick of our husbands by that time.” She suggested a Hitachi wand and sent Suzy on her way.
Suzy tried her pastor next. He was handsome, in a tall, gray-at-the-temple, authoritative kind of way, but she never had thought of him sexually. But as she shared her challenges, her constant frustration, her desire for men other than her husband, she became flush with lust for the moral guide sitting across from her. They fucked on his desk right then and there. Horrified at herself, Suzy burned out two Hitachis before lust got the better of her and she returned to the pastor’s office for more “counseling”.
Later, there was the contractor Suzy and her husband hired to remodel their bathroom. He was a big bear of a man with a long, graying ponytail and unkempt beard. He was not necessarily her usual type, but he was flirtatious and exuded desire for her, non-stop. Even an unattractive man can be sexy if he wants you — and you want to be wanted.
He arrived extra early one morning when Suzy was fresh from a shower and still in her short, sheer bathrobe. They ended up on her bedroom floor with well-earned rug burns all around. That bathroom project went way over schedule. And then she convinced her husband they should remodel the guest bathroom too.
Later, there was a random guy in Mexico. They’d struck up a conversation at the pool bar over margaritas. Suzy’s husband was hungover. The guy’s wife was getting an all-day spa treatment. Suzy looked spectacular in a coral colored bikini. He had a hint of a beer gut, but he was tall, and confident and he had the giant hands of an NFL quarterback. She had to see if the carpet matched the drapes, so to speak, and they ended up banging away the afternoon in his hotel room. How he explained to his wife why their bed was so covered in spunk and pussy juice, Suzy never found out.
When she returned from Mexico, Suzy was stricken with guilt, and she put herself back on the straight and narrow. “Straight and narrow,” other than the third Hitachi, and the Rabbit dildo, and the vibrating anal plugs, of course. Just when she thought she had her libido mostly managed, the young, handsome, sweaty Davie jogged into her life.
Davie made sure to run past Suzy’s house everyday, and Suzy made sure she was on the lookout. She went from cut-offs and a t-shirt to shorts and a midriff camisole, to Lycra shorts and a bikini top, to ultimately, just a bikini. Davie, very nervous at first, became bolder in his attempts at conversation.
“Oh, a different belly ring today. How many do you have?”
“You sure are fit, Mrs. Miller. Want to go for a run with me sometime?”
“Your legs are great. What’s your workout routine?”
“Such a great tan, do you sunbathe?”
Suzy soaked up his leading questions with smiles and penetrating eye contact, and she countered with her own compliments and innuendo. His boyish face, the mop of light brown hair, the blue-green eyes, and that young athletic body made Suzy crazy.
Their mutual seduction reached its peak on a bright, sunny Wednesday. Suzy was out doing yard work in a brand new, bright red, very skimpy bikini. It set off her complexion, dark hair and rocking body to their very best.
When Davie arrived on his usual schedule, she was pretending to trim roses, and his tongue hit the lawn. It was all he could do to not reach out and run his hands over her full, firm body. Suzy’s long hair was arranged in girlish braids that he briefly imagined holding on to while fucking her from behind. As soon as that image entered his head, Davie’s cock grew inside his flimsy running shorts. No attempt to divert his thoughts succeeded. Suzy could not help but notice and she involuntarily responded with stiff nipples and a growing wetness in her bikini bottoms. There was an awkward silence, as both struggled to think of anything else. Davie interpreted her silence as a time-to-go signal.
“Um, okay, Suzy, I’ll see you tomorr— “
“Hey, Davie,” Suzy cut him off, “Maybe you could help me with something… out back.”
Suzy had decided she would fuck Davie many days prior, but she hadn’t formulated a specific plan for how that would happen. She was improvising. They made their way to the large, well-kept backyard. Suzy struggled with her next move. She had no doubt the kid would fall all over her when she gave the word, but she didn’t want to be a complete slut about it. Besides, it was more fun when they thought it was their idea. What exactly did I ask him back here for? she wondered to herself. Davie helped.
“Wow. I don’t think I’ve been back here since I was, like, eight. My parents mentioned that you got a new pool. But it seems like a lot more than that has changed.” There was the pool, but also an expansive multi-level deck, a badminton/volleyball court, a raised-bed herb garden, and a tiny cottage-like structure.
“What’s that?” Davie asked. Over the years the little space, built by her husband in the same Queen Anne style of their actual house, had served different purposes. It had been called the guest cottage, the playhouse, the home gym, and lately, the “pool house”. In fact it went mostly unused. Suzy related that boring history.
“So, what did you need?” Davie asked, still struggling to keep his rigid cock from peeking through his running shorts.
“Oh, um, actually, I just wanted you to see the pool,” Suzy answered awkwardly. “I thought you might want to take a dip,” she added, even more awkwardly.
“That would be awesome. I’m kind of disgusting though,” Davie said, as he ran a couple fingers through the sheen of sweat that covered his six pack abs and chest. Suzy gulped, wishing she could trade her tongue for his fingers. But then a light bulb went on. I love it when the plan comes together, Suzy smiled to herself.
“Not a problem! The pool house has a nice shower. You can rinse-off in there. Here, let me show you,” she said, not waiting for any protest from Davie. He followed dutifully. He was up for any excuse to be in Suzy’s presence so long as she was in that sexy red bikini.
She opened the door and flipped on a light to reveal a twelve-by-twelve foot room with a pull-out sofa on the far end, and a treadmill, weight bench and dumbbell set on the near wall. To the right was a closet chock-full of pool toys and towels, and then a bathroom. Suzy grabbed a couple of striped towels and then padded across the carpeted floor to the bathroom.
Davie focused on the round cheeks of Suzy’s ass and the cute dimples in her lower back, the whole time. She turned, catching Davie looking. She locked her deep brown eyes with his, letting him know that. He blushed. Suzy smiled, pushed open the bathroom door, and tossed Davie a towel.
“See you in a few…”
Davie stripped-off his nylon shorts, offering his hard seven-inch cock the chance to bob free. It was a large walk-in triple shower and it took him a moment to figure out the collection of dials and faucets required to make it work. The water started out cold, but felt good, and felt even better as it heated up. He spun in the steady stream and put body wash to work on his cock. There’s only one way this hard-on is going to go away, he thought to himself.
Meanwhile, Suzy waited impatiently on the couch. Should I let my top slip off when we are in the pool? Should I invite him for a skinny dip? Should I just fucking grab him? Suzy wondered as she absent-mindedly allowed a hand to slip under her tiny bikini bottom, past her small, carefully trimmed triangle of black down, to her smoothly waxed pussy. As the shower went on and on, Suzy got wetter and wetter, and her frustration built to the boiling point.
“Fuck it,” Suzy said aloud as she stood and peeled off her bikini.
Suzy found Davie braced against the tile wall of the shower, his eyes closed, and his lovely thick cock in his slowly moving fist. She stepped through the shower entry as quietly as she could.
“I think I can help with that,” Suzy said.
Davie startled and tried to cover up. Suzy replaced his hands with her own, enjoying the feel of his iron-hard cock. Davie made sounds, but no actual words came out. His mind was struggling to process what was happening.
“I want to fuck you, Davie,” Suzy whispered, sensing his confusion, as she leaned in to kiss him. Davie opened himself up to allow her to press her amazing body against his. She moaned into his mouth as she straddled his muscular thigh.
“Holy fuck,” was all Davie managed to articulate as Suzy slid down his wet body to her knees. She gently bit his pecs, abs and groin as she descended to her ultimate destination. She took the long, firm, young cock into her mouth, and then put on a show worthy of a high-end escort. She was somewhat disappointed that her first taste did not offer up the salty, musky flavor she had anticipated. I should have just done down on him in the yard, Suzy thought to herself.
She throated him, teased the tip, and ran her tongue along its length. My god, he is so hard, she thought. He was shaven clean. This was a first for Suzy, though she had heard it was the fashion of young men. She liked it. She lowered herself to take his naked balls in her mouth and was rewarded with the earthy, musky taste she longed for. Davie grabbed onto Suzy’s braids for purchase and rocked slightly back and forth, anxious to have his member back in her mouth. She returned to throating Davie, while cupping his balls and massaging his taint. The boy groaned and Suzy sensed where this was quickly heading. Davie struggled to hold off, but to his horror, felt himself slide over the brink.
“Mrs. Miller,” he uttered, “I’m sorry… I’m going to cum.”
Suzy sensed it before he even spoke, and positioned her mouth over his broad, smooth head, anticipating the briny spurts. She moaned her encouragement, and that sent him over the top. Suzy gulped down what felt like a measuring cup full of cum. Breathless, she crawled her way out of the shower. She struggled out of the bathroom and dripped water all the way to the couch across the small room. She rolled onto it and spread her legs wide.
Davie followed, still in shock over what was happening. He had shyly wrapped a towel around his waist.
“Lose the towel,” Suzy ordered without a smile as she pointed in the general direction of her pussy.
Davie dutifully dove in. He was hardly an expert, but he didn’t need to be. Suzy held his head firmly, positioning him and her juicy MILF cunnie in whatever angle she required for her satisfaction. She gave specific direction, and pulled Davie’s hair when necessary to get what she wanted.
“Slower. Firmer. Now suck. Gently! Again. Now lick. Give me the tip. Now flatten it out. Now suck again. That’s it, just keep that rhythm, Davie. You’re getting really good.” She was lying, a little. But he would do. She pulled her knees up to her full tits, spreading her cheeks in the process.
“Get it all, Baby,” Suzy said. Davie pressed firmly into her smooth, wet lips, lapping deeply within her, tasting her tangy depths, and then went lower. He had never licked ass before. Truth was, he hadn’t eaten much pussy before. But, he wanted to impress Mrs. Miller and so he circled her wrinkled hole.
“Mmm… Yes. You nasty, nasty boy,” Suzy encouraged.
Davie went deeper, flicking and then probing at her asshole. Suzy mewed. This was another fashion of young men that she could grow used to. She was ready to explode now. She twisted away from Davie’s earnest efforts, and rolled onto all fours.
“Is that young dick of yours hard, yet?” Suzy said with more of a demanding than an inquiring tone. She looked over her shoulder and arched her lower back. I need to fuck so bad, she thought to herself.
As an answer Davie stroked his renewed rod proudly as he knelt above her on the couch. Ah, youth, she thought.
“Hard and fast, Davie,” she said, “we’ll have time for you to be gentle later.”
Davie positioned himself behind Suzy, taking in the view of her narrow waist, broad firm ass, and pulsating asshole. Hard and fast is all I can probably do, he thought to himself, just the sight of her makes me want to blow again.
He entered her with a grunt. Suzy backed her thick ass back into him with a grunt of her own.
“Go!” she groaned.
Davie grabbed Suzy’s waist and hammered away. He thrust to the hilt with every stroke, spanking her distended clit with the steady, firm rhythm of his balls against her.
“Yes, Mmhmmm. Mmhmmm. Fuck me, Davie. Fill that cunt,” Suzy groaned, as she reached back to give her own ass three hard swats. Davie took the note and added three swats of his own on her other apple cheek. They were both moaning loudly now. The pounding of Davie’s balls was doing the trick, bringing Suzy right up to the end. She dropped her head and tits to the carpet and inserted two fingers deep into her pussy, as the other hand squeezed her breast.
“Fuck yeah, here I am… “ Suzy babbled, saliva dripping from her mouth as a violent orgasm overtook her. Her eyes rolled back in her head, time seemed to stop, and a series of contractions sent tremors through her body.
Davie slowed as Suzy squeezed him with her velvet vice, but he too had slipped past the point of no return.
“Where… Do you want my cum?” he growled.
For a moment, Suzy wondered if she should give the lad her ass. No, that can wait until next time, she decided.
“Give me a good cream pie, Davie! Fill this married pussy!”
Davie did as he was told and collapsed on top of Suzy, breathing hard. They were both slick with sweat. His cock softened and slipped from inside her, and she felt another quart of spunk spill from within her. They lay there for minutes, speechless, catching their breath and processing what had just happened.
“Thank you, Mrs – er, Suzy,” Davie finally uttered.
“I think the thanks should be mine,” Suzy chuckled. “And, I think we’re going to need to hit that shower, again,” Suzy laughed some more.
The very recent memory of their time in the shower, combined with the delicious feeling of Suzy’s smooth, firm ass underneath him, caused Davie’s cock to stir. Suzy felt his firmness growing and spurred it on as she undulated the crack of her ass against his cock, still slick with her juice.
Ah, youth, Suzy smiled to herself once more.
