Fenna studied her reflection in the mirror and was not displeased with how she looked, murmuring to herself, “Not bad for a forty-year-old.”
She was a teacher of science, chemistry in particular, and also a tutor to those referred to her for remedial classes. She lived on her own now, had done for a couple of years or so, but had enjoyed an occasional, no strings, fling along the way. As it so happened, her life was arranged just fine.
What did bother her, and some students pointed it out to her, was the iPhone that she still used. It was ancient tech and she needed to upgrade and make the most use of what was to be seen, downloaded, and enjoyed in her own time.
Now, as she fingered out her ash-blonde wispy hair with its unruly parting and checked her reflection in the mirror, for one last time, she made sure that she had everything, her house keys most of all. They were put into a side pocket of her quilted windcheater that she zipped shut, her shoulder bag holding everything else. She would take no chances when she cycled to the market square in the centre of her hometown, Gouda, and visited a media shop the students had recommended.
“Hey, Miss Martens!”
She had hardly stepped into the store of Ring Tone Media when she was disconcerted to hear her name called out, cheerfully, from a stand for the make she wanted, her attention not fully on what was around her and certainly not on the young guy who beamed a winning smile her way. It had been quite a while since she had seen him, a former student.
“Yes, it’s me,” she smiled in answer to his overtly wondering gaze upon her and she looked away, for an instant only. Both of them seemed to be spooling back through their memories, “and you’re Bram Dekker.”
“That’s right, Miss Martens,” he beamed and addressed her as he had done a couple of years ago, his lively eyes taking her in. “How are you, I see that you no longer wear glasses.”
That he should remember that she was pleasantly surprised to hear and she now held his gaze, remembering it of old. “No, I wear contact lenses now. You can call me Fenna, I’m not your tutor anymore, Bram.”
“True, and I remember those days and your patience with me. I guess you’re married by now.”
She laughed softly on hearing that sudden change in their conversation. It was easy to fall into, taking in every detail of his face, the lazy flop of his mass of wavy brown hair that he still pushed back from a lean, high-cheeked face. Bram was tall and looked strong and sporty, fit, and she suddenly remembered that he played soccer and was good at it, had even tried to become a professional player.
“No, I’m not married, and I live alone now and it doesn’t bother me one bit. I still teach and tutor at the same place. That hasn’t changed, everything else has.”
She confessed to it easily, the two of them speaking in low and confiding tones as they stood close, glancing sideways at each other, then at the handsets on display. She remembered how a precocious and clever young man, knowledgeable of technical things, had flirted with her, often outrageously, and she had been provoked into telling him that she lived with someone, a man she had gone on to say and to avoid any misunderstandings for her rejection of his advances.
Thinking back on that time, it was rather crazy how attractive she had found him, given their age difference of some twenty years or so. At the time she wasn’t into thinking of a relationship with him, their age difference too great, and her strained loyalty to a live-in lover not quite at breaking point.
“So, Fenna, what brings you here?”
“Tell me first why you’re working here. I thought you were preparing for your university entrance.”
“I’m earning some money and I’m doing this as I like it and keeps me in the know about technical things.” He leaned in closer as they again looked at the range of iPhones on display. “I buy in some phones and sell them on…I could even help you with that if you want.”
She met his teasing smile and blatantly appraising look upon her once more. He would be seeing her in a dressed-down way, in jeans worn with flats, a blouse hidden under her jacket, and a soft silk scarf wrapped loosely about her neck, the abstract pattern in a variety of colours that was stark against her lightly tanned face and ragingly blonde hair. She flicked it away from her face, wondering if he thought that she was now flirting with him or to keep Bram’s attention upon her.
“We’ll see, now tell me about what I’m looking at.”
Bram was attentive and lapsed into his selling and advising role. He was patient and knowledgeable as he explained the pros and cons of the handsets on display, and agreed with her preference, complimenting her on the research that she had done before coming to the store.
“I’ll set it up for you, Fenna, and save you the hassle.”
“Would you?”
“Sure, I’m pleased to have seen you again, and…and not having to call you miss.” He spoke as her old phone was boxed up. “You’re ready to go and, remember to transfer any data that is on the old one.”
“I will and thank you, Bram. It’s been good to see you again.”
“And the same goes for me. We could meet and have a drink…seeing as you’re not in a relationship, just as I’m on my own.’
She looked back at him, startled again by his direct ways of speaking out what was on his mind.
“Text me with a time and place and I’ll reply to it. This is somewhat unexpected…all of it.”
She had spoken out in vague agreement to what he suggested and was surprised to have nothing else to say to a young man who kept on giving her the eye. Bram would have seen her reaction to that look upon her and she left the store in something of a happy daze. Could she go on a date with an attractive and clever young man who, even now, made no secret of being attracted to her? There was no one else in her life to make her say ‘no’ to seeing him again and taking things from there, but even as that thought arose in her she doubted that she would do that. Whatever happened, she was now free to choose where their relationship might go.
♥
Bram wondered how he had gotten through the rest of the day in the store, but he knew enough about the specs of nearly all the iPhones on sale to be able to deal with the customers and their inquiries. He’d ended the day feeling that Fenna had brought him luck and that his next pay packet would have a bit more of a bonus to swell the amount.
How seeing her again had gotten to him! It was no longer a student’s crush on his tutor that he felt, but straightforward longing for the blonde wonder with her soft, unblemished pale skin that had only a trace of a suntan on it. He just found her to possess a fresh-faced and natural beauty that the clothes he had seen her wear made only too real.
There was no fakery or overdoing it with make-up, but making the most of what you had, naturally. It seemed unreal that she was not in any relationship, and Fenna telling him that had only made his interest in her all the sharper again. Had he been mistaken when she had given him a coy look, a soft pouted smile teasing her lips that glistened from the pearly pink lipstick she had applied, a shade fuller than what he remembered from the past? At the time of his being a student, Fenna had brightened what had otherwise been a dour place, the architecture of the college buildings cold and purposeful.
He had seen someone else even as their talk, as she chose a new iPhone, had been only too business-like. Now, as he got back to his cramped apartment, he could text her and see what came of that.
Hoi, Fenna! I’m so glad to have seen you again. It brought me some luck and I was busy right to the end of the afternoon and until we closed. What are you doing, have you got any plans? Bram?
Hoi, Bram! I’ve got no plans. I’m marking and getting through course papers. Why? Fenna
There was a delay in receiving his response. Had she been too cold in her reply, she wondered, and yet wanting to get over the instinct to be cautious, even proper, in what she did in encouraging his interest in her. The college authorities would have no jurisdiction over what she did in her private life and with an ex-student if they ever got to hear about it. But discretion had been a byword in all of her dealings with students, male and female.
Hoi Fenna! When you’re through I wonder if you’ll meet me at the Gouda Beach Bar, say at seven-thirty, tonight, or tomorrow in the afternoon?
‘Okay Bram, we’ll go for it! Sorry, this has to be brief but we’ll have all the time tomorrow to say what’s on our mind after some time and about us meeting up. See you there! Fenna
She took a moment to consider it all.
She didn’t want an ‘Eeny-meenie-mineie-mo’ place where you almost fell over people you knew or who knew you. Instead, she wanted to go to a discreet and intimate waterside café-bar where they could sit outside, enjoy the evening sun, and talk. The place that Bram had suggested was fine, had tables set along the waterside and had a particular style, red and white chequered seats outside and set around a white table, a parasol over it that matched the seat colours. It was stylish, even proper.
Yes, you will see me there! Bram
♥
The ‘Beach Bar’ was a play on words, their table set out on a canal-side terrace that lined a busy footway in the centre of the city. They now had all the time needed to talk and to do so in confidence.
And yet, Fenna felt nervous that she was to be seen seated close to a good-looking guy obviously younger than she was. She felt flattered to see him so studiously on trend, clothed in clean but faded blue jeans, a white long-sleeved T-shirt worn under a very modish black leather jacket, and somewhat clunky biker-type ankle boots finishing off his preferred look for what she imagined was a date.
Bram ordered drinks from a passing waitress and sat back in his chair. Fenna saw him gazing at her approvingly and was pleased she had not overdone it but had dressed to feel comfortable, ankle boots to be seen poking out from under her slacks that she had to match up with a cream, scoop-necked blouse and cotton sweater, the arms draped loosely over her shoulders. It was warm enough for her not to wear it.
“I brought both phones, as you suggested,” she said and to break into his thoughts aroused on seeing her.
“Good, I’ll transfer all the data from the old one into the new one.” He did it deftly, his fingers flying over the screen of her new phone and still glancing at her, from time to time, as he spoke what was on his mind. “I’m pleased you agreed to meet me, even more so now that I see you dressed in a way I’ve not seen before.” He said it without interrupting what he was intent on doing. “I’ve put my number into it too…in case you need any help with the setup.”
“I’m sure it will be fine,” she answered and was pleased to see the waitress approaching with their drinks. Bram kept talking, only too easily as he paid off the young woman who served them.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Bram,” she smiled, ruefully, on seeing his eyes follow the waitress’ progress away from them before she stopped at another table. “She’s a student just like you, working at a job to help her get by.”
“But I’m with you, want to be with you,” he retorted, “and because I see you looking so good. Don’t go worrying about being seen with me, because I’m not. I prefer it that way.”
“That’s nice to hear but don’t go rushing at things,” she suggested and laid a hand on his knee for an instant only. It was a touch to start making a different bond with him and he did not move away from that touch. Neither seemed aware that they sipped at their drinks frequently, engrossed as they had become with each other. So, Bram drew the attention of another waitress and soon ordered a refill of what they had been sipping.
“We’ll split the cost this time,” he suggested and Fenna agreed.
“I’ve got my way in something,” she suggested and Bram laughed, holding her stare upon him this time.
“You have and I got mine when I ended my last relationship. We’d lost sight of just why we had been together.”
“I’ve been there too, you know?” she murmured looking away again as she said it.
“And that’s difficult to believe…”
“It still happened,” she went on, turning to face him again, a hand sweeping away her hair that the breeze had caught, “and we both read the signs at the same time, so I didn’t get used as happened before.”
She said it on sitting back in her chair and tugging loose her scarf, every move under his attentive and approving gaze. It was something that she did not need to encourage for it seemed genuine on his part.
Bram gave voice to what was now on his mind.
“You look even more attractive to me now than when you were my tutor, and, who knows, you could be with a nice guy again and have no worries about what people say at work. We’re through that now, aren’t we?”
What he had said touched her deeply but she found herself gazing at her watch and the time. “Yes, we are, and each in our own ways. I’m sorry to have to leave it there, but I have to go. I have some school business to attend to, even on a Saturday.”
“That’s too bad,” Bram answered and stood up at the same time as she did and was surprised that she kissed him on each cheek before the briefest of touches to his lips. He took it as a sure sign that their bond had taken a precious step to another level, although he would be restrained in his response to her. He did, however, have something to say.
He shamelessly gripped her hand and kept Fenna from moving away. “You should know by now that what I want to do is to kiss you, really kiss you.”
She looked wonderingly at him. “I know and I’d like that, but we had better not go there. I’m way too old for you.”
“If any other woman had said that to me I’d believe her, but I don’t with you and so I’ll keep on hoping that we get there the next time we see each other.”
He walked by her side as Fenna went to where she had chained her bicycle to a railing, parts of its length festooned with many discarded, and still locked, chains, some of the padlocks shaped in red hearts and the names of lovers scrawled upon them.
She decided to take a chance, to give way to her impetuous streak when it came to a man disclosing his interest in her, an involvement that she knew only too well was his lust for her. She had that sense of longing in her too.
“Come over to my place, my new home, that I’ve finally settled into. Do that at the end of the week, say on Friday, and have supper? I’ll text you the address…on my new phone!”
“I’ll look forward to it, whenever you decide,” he smiled and watched her go.
Bram followed her progress until she was lost to his sight, her pedalling slow and graceful, Fenna’s hair like a beacon as the breeze caught it. He’d never seen Fenna like this and now realised that he could really get lost with the woman; she who had been reluctant to fully let go in such a crowded place, even as he sensed that she wanted to kiss him back, more deeply than what had been started as they said goodbye.
He considered her behaviour to be a sign of particular loneliness, but in her mind, her role as a teacher held Fenna back from what her body might be telling her. She was, no doubt, also wondering more deeply if she should let go and do that with a guy some years younger, his comment that he was not bothered by that particular fact still to take hold and overcame her doubts.
“You’re in my blood, Fenna, and there’s no way I’m going to let you go.”
He had some studying to do and the present was not going to change the future that he planned for himself. He’d take everything one day at a time.
♥
“I’ve actually gone and done it,” Fenna said to herself as she pedalled her bicycle home and thankful that there were bicycle paths so that her raging thoughts did not put her in harm’s way.
She had decided to be with Bram and to end the lean spell in her personal life, the absence of a man in her bed, some new company, and another ‘no strings’ liaison if she decided that she should succumb and live only for the moment. To go beyond that was simply crazy, but the pursuit of an affair with a young guy would be not only pleasurable for its novelty, she could only hope, but it would also distract her from the thought that the years were going by and spinsterhood was the last thing that she wanted.
Even after having invited him to be with her in her new home, she still had her doubts about the wisdom of having done so for his only too direct expression of finding her attractive – the unspoken word being desirable – and wanting to kiss her more deeply had set her thoughts all in a whirl.
He certainly wasn’t the answer to her circumstances when it came to having a long-term, enduring, relationship, given their age differences. But, her love life was a barren wasteland at the moment, she found him attractive, even sexy, so there was no overwhelming reason to shut him out. She had even spoken to her best friend, Carla, about him and what she might be succumbing to, times of ‘no strings or commitments sex’ and she had said, ‘Why not if you like him enough? You could always look at times with him as being in the company of a friend with additional benefits. You have sex and don’t think of anything beyond that.’
“She’s right,” Fenna muttered as she approached her home, a traditional canal-side property with its stepped gable that had been given a makeover; the only thing it lacked was any sort of garden, but the small and secluded patio to the rear was sunny for most times of the day and year, and she had livened it with masses of flowering shrubs in large terracotta pots.
Carla’s words had struck a chord in her, and during the night after they had spoken, she had even resorted to fantasising about him as she pleasured herself, imagining all the while that it was him, a strong and young guy giving it to her.
“Make it real again for me, Bram,” she murmured as the front door was unlocked and she leaned her bike against the wall of her hallway. The young guy was to be preferred to someone she might be taken or picked up by in a bar. She wanted to share the heat and have some fun, not have meaningless and purposeless sex with someone she would never see again. It had happened before, once or twice, and it was not a pastime that she took any pleasure from, looking back.
With Bram, it might yet be so different from what she imagined during the quiet hours and she lay alone with her thoughts. Her work now, and most evenings, when she had to mark her student’s coursework, would offer some distraction from them.
♥
Bram turned up at her home on the appointed day at just the right time and was somewhat breathless.
“I got delayed dealing with a customer,” he said and on a sweep of his eyes took in what she was wearing, a light-blue cotton skirt with a ruched hem that finished just above the knee, along with a cream cotton summer sweater that flattered her slender pert-breasted figure, the colours so captivating to his sight. Combined, they complemented Fenna’s lightly tanned skin, her wonderfully blonde hair, and the striking gaze of her eyes “I had no chance to get changed…sorry about that. You look great!”
“Thank you, Bram,” she smiled, the thin cotton sweater with the Ring Tone Media logo that he wore the same as when she had first been reunited with him. She preferred the look of him when they had met at the café-bar, already some five frustrating days ago. “And, don’t worry about how you’re dressed…you’re here with me.”
“Wow, this place’s nice. Old looking on the outside and modern and fresh on the inside,” he said complimenting her work of converting the place to just as she wanted.
“Yes, true!” she laughed and knew, that he had stopped short of saying that about her although that would be a joke too far. “I have bottled beer if you’d like one?”
He shrugged. “Sure, thank you. I’m only on the bike.”
Fenna chose the same and sat down beside him, taking a few sips from the bottle before she spoke. “A few last questions about my new phone, then I’m through…”
“Go ahead,” he replied and watched her as Fenna swept her new iPhone off the table before them, and where he put his bottle beside hers. “I just need to be shown again how this and that works or is set up, okay”
He nodded, yet Fenna saw a different look in his eyes upon her, one of frustration that they had to deal with these only too prosaic things and not each other. He politely and patiently showed her and explained what was to be done, or he did it for her and then had her repeat what had been done.
“Like this?” she asked, leaning in closer as she did as he had shown and she saw the results soon appear on the screen. She looked at him and laughed. “Great, I’ve got that at last!”
“You have, Fenna, and you’re a good pupil,” he murmured and put an arm around her shoulders.
She felt a thrill course through her body, enjoyed the feel of a man’s touch again, the prospect of what could so easily happen, given her mood and his confident ways with her now. That he was some years younger was no longer of any concern.
“Bram?” she murmured against his lips as she met a tentative kiss, the touch of his hand to the bare skin of her leg, as he leaned in. Touches of her lips to his cheek and then his mouth, again, became deeper and longer, the exploratory swirl of a tongue tip just passing opened lips and probing deeper.
“Do you want this and with me?” he whispered, his breaths warm on her lips, as he met her wild-eyed look back at him.
She nodded.
“You know that we’re both alone and have to explain what we do to no one else, just to each other.” She leaned in and kissed him again, felt his passionate and yet restrained responses to her advances. She was patient but took to wondering how experienced he was in these ways of it between two people who wanted to be lovers. You learned of each other along the way; you also expected not to have to be too patient in pursuing what they now lusted after.
“Have you had many girlfriends, and shared wonderful experiences, along the way before being here with me?”
Bram waited to answer her. “I’ll let you set the boundaries to what we find together, but I’ll want to share everything I can with a woman like you. Make real, Fenna, what I have only dreamed of doing with you.”
She found his answer honest but somewhat humble, even submissive and she kissed him again as she pushed one hand under his work sweater and caressed his body, feeling the strength and tone in it, the body of a supremely fit sportsman.
“I’ll take it off for you,” he mumbled through their kisses.
She offered kisses with trembling lips to his skin and knew that it was going to be easy to fall for the young man before her.
“You are a wonder…look what you make me do,” she kissed. “I’m glad that we didn’t get here when you were in college. I’d be out of work if they had found out what I now want to share with you.”
“And I don’t want to imagine how you looked under your sweater. I did that in class and I had all kinds of naughty thoughts. I got to…”
You got to lusting over me?” she finished for him and remembered how it had been. “I met that look of yours sometimes and knew what lay behind it. I’ll get undressed as long as you do something for me, Bram, you wonder, take off your trousers but keep what you’re wearing underneath until I want to see all of you. Got that?” She stood up. “I like to have man keep what he packs to the last and when I’m ready for him.”
She wanted to control him, to play the teacher to him acting out the role of an obedient student only, this time, they would play out the roles naked and keep nothing back, giving free rein to where their lust for each other took them.
Feeling curious, she watched him undress, shivering on seeing how his prick made a taut tent out of his briefs and shaped his sac. Along with being sporty and wonderfully toned, he packed more than enough for her. She had noticed how he too glanced at her body, naked as she now was, but did not touch her; that he did not reach out to touch her naked and perky tits with their nipples already hard.
She loved his restraint, or was it doubt on how to claim the older woman that he saw before him? She was feeling the tug and cramp of longing for him and tried to resist the urge to touch his body, to run her fingers over his skin, and to breathe in Bram’s heat.
“You’re so beautiful…”
“Then let me know it! Touch me, Bram, touch me wherever you want but do that for me!”
She put her hands to his head as he bent to kiss her breasts, to caress them with his lips and swirling tongue before he took one nipple in his mouth and sucked upon it, flickered his tongue across and around it. A hand trailed down over her belly and he found her shaven pussy, fingered her slowly, and teased open her lips.
Her body trilled and trembled. It had been so long since she had felt quite like this, that a man was discovering what she brought to him, and she still wondered just how much experience he had in these ways of it.
“Go and sit on that small bench,” she now asked, touching herself and feeling how wet she had become. “You’ve pleased me so far and let’s see where it takes us.”
She loved to be in control and he seemed to take pleasure in it, from how her nipples were so hard and stood proud of small areolas. He was hard and his briefs deformed, and she saw a patch of moisture that she took to be precum.
“You want me, don’t you?” she kissed and pressed against him as he sat before her, she standing between his parted legs as his hands trailed caresses over her buttocks and kept her to him. His mouth trailed over her belly and then up to her breasts and she embraced him loosely to guide him in his claims upon her.
“You’re more beautiful than I imagined, your breasts so perfect and your body so warm. I love to feel you against me.” He looked up at her with wondering eyes and she bent to kiss him again, her hair sweeping lazily over his upturned face.
“You like me taking charge, don’t you, but don’t cum yet…please?” She said as the patch on his briefs was touched, and she trailed her fingertips over the bulge and tweaked his knob, over the tip of his penis that was shaped so wonderfully by that thin layer of cotton.
“Yes, I love it…my ex-girlfriends never did what you are doing for me. I always took the lead in this.”
She was taken by his honesty. “Lie down on the rug for me…on your back and let me take you, Bram, and let’s see how far we get with that. We can share and fuck all night but let me do this first.”
Kneeling over him she trailed slow kisses and caresses over his chest, over the bulge in his briefs then down his legs, pressed her breasts to his face and kissed him, griping his prick and slowly working it in teasing pulls and presses, Bram groaning and trying to gain some control over what she was doing to him.
“You know how it is for me!” he called out, “so let’s fuck!”
“Kiss my tits, suck on my nipples and bite them…but…but do it gently!” she gasped, Bram already at work on them and her urging pleas unnecessary. She crept over him until her pussy was over his mouth and she called out. “Have you ever eaten a woman out?”
“Not one like you…just chicks who wanted to learn how it went!”
“Just like you, then!” she called out and tugged loose the string fastening of her thong and threw it aside, settled on his face, and moved to encourage him until his tongue flickered deeper and found her clit. “Yes, like that…you do know what to do!”
“I’m a quick learner, remember!” he mumbled as she rode his face, felt Bram’s hands grip her buttocks to keep her on him as his tongue darted into her.
“You’ve taken me there!” she screeched as the poke and slick of his tongue and lips brought her to a shuddering climax and made her breaths hitch in her throat. “You did that so well.”
Fenna said it as she slid down and lay upon him, keeping Bram from moving. She coaxed him not to jerk off and took his hands away. Instead, he was persuaded to lie back and she took him in her mouth, slicked her tongue up and down over his shaft, and swirled her tongue over the tip before she took more of him and deeper.
Bram swept his hands lazily over her skin. “If you go on like that I’ll cum!”
“Do you think I’ll mind if you do?”
Fenna coaxed him to lift his legs and plant his feet on the floor as she lay between them, sucked him off as she massaged his butt cheeks, all of it done with purposeful intent. She kept on sliding the tip of his cock into her mouth and sucked steadily while she stroked his shaft with nimble fingers. The feeling of a hard dick in her mouth, again, was strangely soothing but she sensed that Bram would not last long.
She heard him panting and suddenly felt the gushing spurts of his semen across her tongue, kept on working him as his penis pulsed. Bram succumbed to a quick and powerful orgasm before he collapsed back onto the floor and lay still, his eyes blinking and his breaths slowly settling.
“That was incredible, the best yet,” he admitted, tugging on her hair and meeting her sly look up at him, her throat and breasts slicked with his cum. He knew that she had taken some in her mouth before she had pulled away and felt it spatter over her skin. “Teacher sure knows best.”
Fenna felt her heart beating furiously and her head spinning from the wantonness of what she had done. It felt both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time to have taken an ex-student in this way. Her pussy throbbed and she knew that she had not felt this way in a very long time.
“I’m Fenna to you now, just Fenna,” she went on to say, lying down beside him but not letting go of his prick. “We’ll clean ourselves up and have supper, shall we? That’s why you came here, isn’t it?”
He laughed in response to her teasing ways and drew Fenna down to him and kissed her, prolonging the kiss until she lay down on him and in his embrace. “We’ll do this in bed later, okay?”
“Yes, okay. You didn’t think I’d let you go so soon after what we just did?” She slipped out of his embrace and stood up, met his gaze upon her, and then the slide of one hand to her legs. She stood there as he knelt between them and kissed her warm skin, darted his tongue into her again, and tasted all that was to be found there. “You’re one horny and crazy guy!”
“And I’m loving every moment that I spend with you, every single one.”
Fenna knew that it was so. She wondered just how she could control what, she sensed, could so easily be pursued with him.
♥
They had lazed in a loose embrace after their first moments of exploration and mutual satisfaction and felt more at ease with each other, Fenna’s doubts about what he could do for her seemingly dispelled, and Bram was left feeling more than satisfied.
“You’ll stay for something to eat, won’t you?” she asked on breaking loose from his hold upon her.
“Yes, I’ve already said that I’d like that.”
Bram watched as she slipped on her thong and put her blouse on, the fabric shaping her swaying breasts and Fenna’s nipples poking quite clearly against it. He loved her confidence and brazen ways, her sexuality and brazen ways to have him see her like this.
“There’s no hiding from me what you bring,” she kissed after watching him slip on his briefs once more, nothing else. “You sure kept me guessing what you have along with a sportsman’s body and a tool to please anyone.”
“You’re the one that counts,” he answered giving her a knowing look, one of continuing desire.
“I’ve said it before, Bram…don’t get ahead of where we are right now.” She kissed him and went into her kitchenette, just hearing him call after her that she looked so good and excited him.
She had felt her tits jerk and sway under her blouse, freed of her bra, and he would have seen that, along with her uncommonly hard and erect nipples. He remained in her thoughts of what had yet to happen between them.
“And all I’m saying is that I like being with you and wish that you weren’t so scared of letting go. I want us just to see where that takes us. We’ve gotten this far and it makes no sense to now turn back.”
They ate a pasta dish she had prepared for them in the hope that he would stay with her. They washed it down with some Rioja wine, their eyes seeming to take the other in as they chatted but did not touch as if they couldn’t keep their hands from each other. Intentional, or not, Bram felt that her restrained ways with him as they sat close at the breakfast bar and ate, their legs touching and shoulders brushing, that it was again a long tease on her part.
“You don’t need to do that,” she said and tried to restrain him from clearing things away, washing the plates and cutlery that they had used, but Bram insisted on it. Such behaviour was at odds with the last man who had been in her life and she had lived with for a while.
“I won’t be long,” she assured him when everything was tidied away and Bram sauntered back into her living room where they had taken to each other. Alone now, she stripped of what little she had put on and she sprayed whipped cream onto her lips, her erect nipples and her smooth belly, and lastly, her pussy before she walked into the room and posed. “What do you think?”
Bram gaped at her and then laughed as he slipped off his briefs and she saw his prick leap free and arc out from his belly. “I think that teacher’s a naughty but inventive woman!”
“Forget bed for now. We do it here, so lick me all over, clean off every bit of it,” she commanded, “then we’ll see where that takes us.”
Bram began by licking her cream-covered lips, slipped his tongue in darting kisses into her mouth before he moved down over her breasts and sucked clean her nipples and the blob of cream that was sliding down between them. He then kissed his way south and licked her out, this time taking his time to do so.
“Go on, I like what you’re doing!” she gasped and clung to his head, tugging on his hair to keep him to her. She lifted one leg and laid it on his shoulder so that he had better access to the swollen lips of her pussy, his tongue swirling in large probing circles that made her breaths hitch. “Bram…Bram!”
“It’s the same for me, my ex-girlfriends never let me get so far.”
“But I want it and you…even if I am a lot older!” She quivered and was dismayed to feel the renewed cramp of an approaching orgasm, small but not to be denied. “Go on, the teacher wants you!”
“And I’m one guy who loves all that you bring!” He mumbled the words as Fenna gripped his head and kept him to her, clawing gently on his skin as he ate her out. “Lie down for me, I want to be in you and take a ride.”
“Put on this rubber, then you may go for it,” she coaxed, succumbing to his ways with her as she parted her legs and he settled between them.
She lay stretched out on the floor, coaxed to do so by his caresses and kisses, by Bram’s soft breaths and lingering touches as he trailed caresses over her skin from her throat down over her stomach and neatly trimmed and shaven mound, her pussy’s lips glistening, as she tried to take a hold of his penis and sac, to coax him to take her.
There was just the tantalizing slick and flicker of his tongue tip to wherever he chose to go. Bram lingered when he retraced the path of his caresses, did so wonderingly before he knelt before her again and allowed Fenna to renew her claims on his penis, touched that trembling flesh before she slithered down and took the domed tip into her mouth and sucked.
“I wondered…wondered how it would feel to be with you,” he groaned and was quite unable to control his reactions, those of mind and body. He squirmed and again bucked his hips.
“Lie down again for me,” she demanded, Fenna moving to kneel beside him as she bent down to take him deeper into her mouth, her nimble fingers squeezing and slipping over his nut sac. “I’ve done that too, wondered about this, after I met you again,” she murmured and moved to kiss him, her breasts sweeping lazily over his chest but her hand holding his pole tight as she kept on squeezing rhythmically upon it. “Don’t let go, will you? I’m nowhere near ready for that.”
“Neither am I, but I am for this!” he called out and pushed her back onto the floor, coaxed her to part her legs and he moved to bury his mouth against her slit, then rose to find her, his strong hands pulling on her hips and raising Fenna enough before he dipped and shoved into her and pursued his raging need to finally claim her body.
“Wait, the condom! Put it on!”
He did so without complaining before she reclaimed him, her hands gripping his hips as she moved to meet his entry.
“Now I’ve got you…now I can fuck you, Fenna! Now I can fuck the real woman…not the woman of my dreams!”
She loved to hear him calling out to her as they fucked, his energetic ways sapping her control over what was happening, his bucking hips, and the drive of his penis into her moist heat, making her jolt. It was wild rutting, her responses not fully controlled, and she knew that Bram could not last if the pace and frenzy of his movements went on for much longer. Her pussy’s muscles clamped on him as her hands gripped his buttocks and urged him on; compelled Bram to keep going even as her energetic ways wasted him.
It felt as if she was on the rack, being tortured and stretched; as she was plugged by his driving penis, the slam of his hips against her as she felt the rise of cramping delight in her abdomen, the tingle in her nipples, and the fullness of her breasts as her orgasm approached and would overwhelm her in a tumultuous rush followed by sharper snaps and thrills.
“We share…we’re going to share it, Fenna!” he gasped and lifted his head and gloried in what he was feeling her do to him, Fenna kissing his chest and then drawing him down for snorted exchanges of breaths as their mouth crashed against the others.
“You’ve found me!” she gasped, finally overwhelmed and conceding to the crashing waves of her orgasm as he kept on thrusting into her, his body jolting as he came. “Fill that rubber with what you feel for me! I want that…have wanted that ever since I came into the shop and saw you again!”
She had made real what had been only a hope, felt so long ago and when she was with another man. Bram, the supposed novice in the act, had brought something quite different to her in his loving ways. He had paid homage to her and her body. She had made more of a man of him, she the teacher and he the lustful pupil, but that was to believe that their relationship was as it had once been when he’d been a student at the college where she continued to work.
“We’ve moved on from everything before,” he smiled and looked into her wonderful blue eyes. The woman, with her soft and winning smile, beautiful skin, and blonde hair, was a vixen, a demon in her loving ways and she had brought rousing and wasting pleasure to him. “I hope that I showed you that I’m not new to this and now I’ve learned so much more with you.”
Fenna shivered as he finally withdrew from her body and watched him as Bram knelt between her legs. His touch to her skin now felt unbearable; she was still on a high from all that she had discovered with him. She loved the sight of him, Bram’s toned body, and she noticed that his prick was slicked with her pussy’s juices, and the condom filled and distorted.
“You’d better take that off,” she suggested in a soft and wondering voice as he held out his hands to her and she was pulled to her feet and embraced, Bram’s hands slowly caressing her back as she was held against him. “There’s a toilet across the hall. Then…and then, take me to bed, upstairs, and stay the night. I think there’s more to this, of us being together than I believed possible.”
“That’s crazy, isn’t it?” he replied, his voice failing to disguise his surprise to hear her say it. The woman in his arms was beautiful to his sight but the doubts that she had expressed before they began their loving times had changed. “I’d better get this rubber off….”
“Yes, do that” she smiled, “and bring the rest of them with you and come upstairs. You’re going to need them…every single one of them.”
“We’re going to need them, Fenna, we are.” He released her from his embrace and felt the wonder in her caress before he stepped away.
She watched him go, then gathered up their scattered clothes. After all of her initial doubts about what was happening, she now realised that she had made the right choice in him as a lover. Bram was young and attentive, a giver and not just a taker, and he was clever, more than an average student when she had taught him.
She had made the right choice in him becoming her lover, and the future would take of itself. He was with her and here he was going to stay, whenever it could be arranged.
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