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From: Ann Douglas <ann_douglas@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} AnnD"Afternoon Delight" MF (1/1)
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Date: Sat, 24 Nov 2007 23:10:02 -0500
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      Afternoon Delight
        by Ann Douglas
      (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
        Wrapped only in an oversized bath towel, her body still damp from the
shower, Emily Byrnes stared at her reflection in the dressing table's large mirror.
The small clock to her left read eleven forty-five, reminding her that her guest
would be arriving in little over an hour.

        'I still can't believe I let Sandra talk me into this,'  Emily said to herself
for perhaps the tenth time.

        The truth was, the forty-six-year-old really hadn't needed much
convincing, even if she didn't want to admit that to herself.  Her thoughts again
drifted to the events of a day past when she and Sandra were finishing up the
workday at the Food King Market.  It wasn't the greatest of jobs, Emily knew, but
after the death of her husband she had to do something to supplement the
provisions he'd left her.  And it wasn't like she was qualified to do much else.

        Emily had married Mark Byrnes right out of high school; in fact the
wedding had taken place only a month after graduation.  That was the sort of
thing that happened when the bride-to-be was already three months pregnant.
It wasn't that she didn't love Mark, or him her, it was just that things would've
been a lot easier if they hadn't put the cart before the horse.  Still they made the
best of it, welcoming first John and then a sister they named Johanna two years
later.

        They did a pretty good job over the next twenty-five years, seeing both
kids through college, marriage and in John's case a family of his own.  Then,
just as they looked to start a new life with just each other, Mark had gotten ill.
Cancer the doctors had said, a nasty malignant strain that wasted no time in
taking him from her.  That was three years ago, and it was only in the last of
those that Emily had started to live again.  A good part of which she owed to the
constant help of Sandra Wilkins, who had been always been there from best
friend in high school, maid of honor, even if the traditional definition of maid
could hardly have been further from the truth in her case, and now co-worker.

                                -=-=-=-=

        They had only another hour and a half left to their shift when Sandra
suddenly went to Russell Pike, the store manager, and asked if it was alright if
she left a little early as she wasn't feeling well.  It was a slow afternoon and
Russell reluctantly said it was okay, but then Sandra put him on the spot when
she asked if Emily could leave early as well since it had been her turn to drive.

        Russell could hardly afford to have both of his cashiers leave and was
quite relieved when Scott Winters, one of the stock clerks said he would be
happy to drop Sandra off if he could leave now too.  With little shopping being
done on the rainy afternoon, Russell could easily do without one of the three
clerks and said yes.

        As the two of them punched out for the day and headed for Scott's car,
Emily wondered if Russell would be as considerate to any of the other cashiers
who hadn't given him a blow job at the store's Christmas party last year.
Sandra, who was twice divorced, had shared that little tidbit with her friend one
night when they were sharing dinner and a bottle of wine.  Russell had been in
his cups that night and had confessed that his wife considered the act repugnant
and wouldn't even discuss the idea in their twenty-nine years of marriage.
Sandra, who hardly needed a few drinks to lower her inhibitions, was quite
willing to make up for her reluctance.  All in the giving spirit of the season of
course.  Since then, Russell had dropped more than a few hints to Sandra that
he'd like to see that celebration repeated, but so far the interest hadn't been
mutual.  Still, that hadn't prevented her from taking advantage of his desire as
much as she could.

        Two hours later, after finishing her full shift, Emily decided to swing
around Sandra's house to check on her.  Just on the off chance that she really
had been feeling ill.  After parking her car in front, the short haired brunette
became concerned when there was no response to the doorbell.  Sandra's car
was still in the driveway so Emily felt quite justified in using her emergency key
to let herself in.

        It took less than a minute to ascertain that kitchen and living room that
took up all of the first floor were empty and Emily quickly headed up the stairs to
Sandra's bedroom.  Hopefully, she thought, she would just find her friend taking
a nap.

        Sandra's bedroom, however, turned out to be empty, the bed still
immaculately made.  Emily's concern became greater as she stepped back out
into the hall and she was about to try her friend's cell phone when a loud bang
from the second room on the upper level startled her.

        Originally husband number two's workroom, Sandra now used it mainly
for storage.  Hesitantly, Emily opened the door and looked inside.
It didn't take more than a second for her to wish she'd just gone straight home.

        In the center of the near empty room was one of those blow up
mattresses, the kind you keep for unexpected guests.  Spread out on the plain
sheet that had been tossed over the mattress was a naked, and obviously quite
healthy, Sandra.  As least Emily assumed she was feeling much better, unless
having a boy over twenty five years your junior ramming his cock in and out of
your pussy was some new kind of medicinal remedy that had somehow escaped
her notice.

        Scott Winters had only graduated high school the previous June and
couldn't have been more than seventeen or eighteen at most.  Emily knew her
friend had a quite involved sex life, but this seemed excessive even for her.
Had this all been planned before they left the store, or had Sandra sprung it on
him after he drove her home?

        Whichever was the answer, it didn't seem to matter as Scott loudly
announced his impending climax and Sandra quickly slipped out from under him
and, grabbing his cock with her hand, slid her mouth around it.  It didn't take
more than a few pumping motions of her hand to catch up were she'd left off
when she pushed him out of her.  A loud moan spilled from Scott's lips as he
exploded into her mouth.  An explosion of such force that the long haired blonde
couldn't contain it all and a stream of white ran down her chin.

        It was only after she had completely drained him dry and let his now soft
cock fall free that Sandra seemed to notice that they had an audience.  Scott
seemed genuinely embarrassed and scrambled to pick up his clothes, covering
himself as best he could as he rushed past Emily into the hallway beyond.
Sandra, on the other hand, seemed quite cool and collected, even pausing to
call out to Scott to make sure he got dressed again before going out into the
street.

        The sound of the side door slamming only a few seconds later seemed
to say that Scott had only partially taken her advice.  Emily had already put the
teenager out of her concern, focusing all of her attention on her friend, who still
had made no attempt to cover herself up.

        'What?'  Sandra asked in an almost mock innocence as she finally
walked over to a closet and took out a small robe.

        'I have to ask?'  Emily said.

        'What's the big deal?'  Sandra countered.  'It's not like I played Mrs.
Robinson and seduced him.'  She paused a long moment then added, 'Well at
least not this time anyway.'

        'This time?'  Emily repeated.  'How many times has this happened?'

        'With Scott or with young men in general?'  came Sandra's reply,
accented by a wicked smile.

        'There have been others?'  Emily went on, almost afraid to ask how
many that entailed.

        Sandra, on the other hand, had no such reservations.

        'Well, it's not like I keep notches on my bedpost,'  her friend explained,
'but if I had to take a quick guess, I'd say there have been a dozen or so.  Of
course that's going back a few years.'  she added as if that made it more
acceptable.

        'I think I need a drink,'  was all Emily could say.

        Sandra, still the epitome of calm, thought that an excellent idea and the
two of them moved to the kitchen where she removed a bottom of scotch she
kept in the cabinet for emergencies.  It took two shots before Emily was calmed
down enough to listen to what Sandra had to say.

        'I don't know what the big deal is,'  Sandra said after having done most
of the talking for the last few minutes.  'It's not like any of them were underage
or anything like that.'

        'But still, Sandra...'  Emily started to say, but was cut off.

        'But Sandra what?'  the blonde said.  'You go to any newsstand and
pick up a movie magazine, you'll find any number of stories about older women
and young guys.  What makes them different from me?'

        That question was one Emily didn't really have an answer for.

        'I don't know, but it just seems wrong,'  she finally said.

        'Why, because I'm just fucking them?'  Sandra replied.

        'Maybe...'

        'Remember last week when we were watching the awards show,'
Sandra countered,  'and we saw Brooke Hudson on the red carpet.'

        Emily nodded.

        'You remember the young guy she was with, the one that didn't look like
he was more than twenty-one at best.'

        Emily nodded again.

        'Well if you also remember, we also saw her on that other award show
last month,'  Sandra went on,  'and she also had a guy on her arms that was
young enough to be her son.  A different guy.  Do you think she's not fucking
both of them?'

        Emily was about to say but that was Hollywood, but paused as she
decided that wasn't a good enough reason.

        Sandra took advantage of Emily's pause and went on in quite some
detail of the advantages of young lovers.  How, after being married twice, she
really wasn't interested in a long term relationship and if she was just in it for the
sex, then she might as well make the most of it.

        'I'm just having some fun that's all,'  Sandra smiled,  'and believe me,
no one is getting hurt.  If anything, the boys I've been with have gotten a
priceless education.'

        'Is that why they go with you?'  Emily asked.

        Sandra's smile expanded just enough to be noticed.  She knew Emily's
shock had begun to wear off and curiosity was taking over.

        'That's one of the reasons,'  Sandra said.  'After all, they are getting the
benefits of thirty years experience, something none of the  teenage girls they
might entice into bed is ever going to be able to share, no matter how willing.
But more importantly, I think most of them like to be with me because unlike
those girls, I'm not playing mind games with their heads.  If they want to fuck, we
fuck.  If they want me to suck their cocks, I do it.  There are no silly games about
reputations and the little lie that I'm not that kind of girl.'

        'I guess that does make some sort of sense,'  Emily admitted,
surprising herself with her admission.

        'You know I once read a book that said in some cultures, it was the
most natural thing in the world for a young man to be enlightened in the arts of
lovemaking by an older woman,'  Sandra said.  'It's only in our own sexually
repressive society that we screw things up.'

        'I don't believe that,'  Emily replied.

        'That things might be better if that was the norm?'  Sandra asked.

        'No, that you actually read a book,'  Emily answered.

        Both women laughed and Sandra knew that she wasn't going to have a problem
about this with her oldest friend.

        'What is it like?'  Emily asked once they stopped laughing.

        'Well, its fun obviously,'  Sandra said after thinking about the question a few
seconds,  'they're all so eager and willing to please.  Their bodies are all so
perfect, so young, soft, except of course for their cocks which are always hard.'

        'Sounds nice,'  Emily said with a sigh, thinking that it had been over three years
since she'd been with her late husband.

        'Oh it is,'  Sandra assured her.  'It's not like we were young and originally with
boys their age.  Now you have all that experience and they just want to take it all
in.'

        'Well some of us have all that experience,'  Emily noted.

        'Don't sell your self short, girlfriend,'  Sandra said.  'Even if all your experience
was with just Mark,  I doubt that, after twenty-five years together, that you didn't
learn a few tricks.'

        Emily smiled.  Monogamous they might have been, but the intensity of their sex
lives had changes little since they were teenagers, right up to the time Mark fell
ill.

        'Well you make it all sound like a grand adventure,'  Emily said, pushing the sad
memory to the back of her mind.

        'It is,'  Sandra laughed.  'In fact, I was just thinking.  Maybe you should give it a
try.'

        'What?'  Emily said in surprise.

        'Why not?'  Sandra asked, the unexpected suggestion seeming more right to
her by the moment.  'I think you'd love it.'

        'Sandra, I'm not the kind of woman who could do a thing like that,'  Emily
answered.

        'You mean a woman like me?'  Sandra countered.

        'I didn't mean it like that,'  Emily said.  'I just mean that...'

        'That what?'  Sandra interrupted.  'That you don't get horny anymore?  You
know that I'm not going to believe that, not when I was the one who helped you
pick out a vibrator last year.'

        Emily's face blushed that the reminder.  She had read an article in a woman's
magazine about them and decided that it might help ease her lonely nights.  Not
knowing the first thing about buying one, she had turned to Sandra who proved
a virtual encyclopedia of knowledge on the subject.

        'Okay, I'll admit that,'  Emily said,  'but that doesn't mean someone like Scott is
the answer.'

        'No, definitely not Scott,'  Sandra chuckled.  'I think he'd be a little more than
you could handle.  You'd need someone a little further down on the aggressive
scale, someone who goes at a slower pace.  Someone like...'

        Sandra paused and her face lit out as it the proverbial light bulb had suddenly
appeared over her head.

        'I know the perfect guy for you,'  Sandra beamed.  'He's cute, just eighteen and
he doesn't have a lot of experience.  In fact I think he might even still be a virgin,
if you can believe that in today's day and age.'

        The blonde paused again, taking the look on her friend's face as thinking her
last statement unlikely if the boy had been with her.

        'Oh I just gave him a little blow job for his birthday,'  Sandra explained.  'He's
the grandson of the man who owns the dry cleaners I take my clothes to.  I think
he'd be the perfect choice for you.'

        'You're acting like I'm going to do this,'  Emily said, her words saying that
Sandra had read her expression wrong.

        'Why not?'  Sandra replied.  'I think it will do you a world of good.'

        Emily looked unconvinced but once she'd made up her mind, Sandra wasn't
easily deterred.

        'How many men have asked you out in the last year?'  Sandra asked, changing
her approach.

        'Two or three,'  Emily answered, wondering where this was going.

        'And of those, how many did you actually go out with?'  Sandra went on, and
then answered for herself.  'None.'

        'None of them really interested me,'  Emily said in her defense.

        'Because none of them were Mark,'  Sandra said,  'and none of them were
going to bring back what the two of you had together.  Emily, I've been your
friend since we were both virgins, and that was a very long time ago, so I can
say this to you.  If you just went out with one of those guys and got your chimes
rung, then I'd have been overjoyed.  But instead you lock yourself away and
deny yourself what your body is crying out for.  Have yourself a little fun, with
something that doesn't run on batteries.  It doesn't have to be with someone
younger, I just thought that might make it exciting enough for you to want to try.
But do something.'

        A long silence filled the air as Emily stared down at the empty shot glass in her
hand.  She didn't remember emptying it, or how many times it had been refilled.
The things that Sandra had said weren't all that different from a similar lecture
she'd gotten from her daughter only a few weeks before.  Although bedding
down with an eighteen year old hadn't been part of her sermon.

        'You said he's really cute,'  Emily said in a low voice.

        'Absolutely fuckin' adorable,'  Sandra exclaimed, a feeling of triumph in her
tone.

        'How would I...'

        'You leave everything to me,'  Sandra quickly said.  'You just be ready
tomorrow at one o'clock and I'll have him at your door wrapped in a bright blue
bow.'

        'What am I doing?'  Emily asked herself as she again filled the small glass in
front of her.

                                -=-=-=-=

        That was a question she was still asking the next day as the clock
neared noon.  Now, however, she didn't have the relaxing effects of the bottle
she and Sandra had nearly put away to help defer the answer.

        Looking directly at her reflection in the mirror, Emily loosened the towel
around her, letting it fall to the floor.  Carefully she studied the body now looking
back at her.  The years had been kind to her, that much she had to admit.  Still,
she was hardly in the same kind of shape as the women in those magazines
Sandra had mentioned.  Or even in the same league as Sandra herself, who
spend at least three nights working out down at the local community center.

        'My breasts sag too much,'  Emily thought, being much harder on
herself than a neutral observer might've been,  'and I definitely could lose more
than a few pounds.'

        Standing up, her lower reflection filled the mirror and the large amount
of gray between her legs more accurately showed her age than the chemically
assisted hair on her head.  Extra pounds on her thighs also drew her attention,
again being blown way out of proportion.

        'That's it, I can't do this,'  she finally decided.  'I'm going to call Sandra
right now and have her call the whole things off.'

        She reached for the phone and had just picked up the receiver when the
sound of the front doorbell filled the house.  At first she mistook the sound for
the clock chiming the hour, but on the second and third ring it was unmistakable.

        Grabbing the bathrobe off her bed to wrap around herself,  Emily
glanced out the window and saw a UPS truck parked across the street.  She
had been expecting a delivery from John out in California and although it wasn't
supposed to come until Monday, it wouldn't be the first time one had showed up
early.  The call to Sandra could wait a few minutes because John always sent
his packages signature required and if she didn't answer the door, they would
take it back to the depot.

        Making sure her robe was tight around her, Emily opened the door and
was greeted with an unexpected surprise.  Instead of the brown suited
deliveryman was a sandy haired teenager only a few inches taller than her own
five foot two.  Dressed in denim shorts and a t-shirt bearing the logo of the local
school's baseball team, the boy looked to be no more than thirteen or fourteen.

        It was only after glancing over his shoulder to see the deliveryman
standing on the front porch of one of her neighbors that Emily turned her
attention back to the young man.  The t-shirt made her think that he might be
seeing raffle tickets to help the school teams, this was usually the time of year
they went around with such things.

        'Can I help you?'  she asked.

        'Are you Mrs. Bynes?' the boy asked.

        'Yes I am,'  Emily answered automatically, a little surprised that he
knew her name.

        'I'm Kevin Finnigan,'  he said as if the name was supposed to mean
something to her.

        Emily sort of shrugged, wondering what he wanted if not to sell team
tickets.

        'Mrs. Wilkins said you'd be expecting me,'  he finally added, a strong
hesitation in his voice as if he was no longer sure he was in the right place.

        'Omigod,'  Emily exclaimed.  Not in her wildest imagination had she
considered that the teenager in front of her was her one o'clock guest.  'You're
an hour early,'  she said, that having been the first thought to pop into her head
once she realized who he was.

        The young man seemed confused by her statement and held any
question in check.  Instead he watched as Emily stepped out on the porch a little
further and looked right and left to see if anyone had seen the two of them
standing there.         

        'Please come in,'  she said after satisfying herself that aside from the
UPS man now climbing back into his truck, there was no one else out on the
street.

        Kevin followed her inside, looking around the foyer while she locked the
door behind him.  Totally at a loss at what to say to him, Emily was granted a
brief reprieve as the phone in the living room began to ring.

        'Could you excuse me a moment,'  she said as she turned to answer
the call.

        'Hello?'  Emily said, having reached the phone on the third ring.

        'Hi Emily,'  Sandra's voice said over the receiver.  'Has my little
package arrived yet?'

        'He's an hour early!'  Emily exclaimed, still exhibiting the shock she'd
felt out on the porch.

        'Well, actually he's not,'  Sandra replied.  'I had a feeling you might get
a case of cold feet so I told him to show up at noon instead of one.  That way
you'd have less chance to back out.'

        Emily didn't say what she wanted to say, thinking how well her friend
could read her and how she should've expected her to pull a dirty trick like that.
Instead she commented on how young the boy looked.

        'I told you he was cute,'  Sandra laughed.

        'You didn't tell me he was jailbait,'  she interjected.

        'Oh no, I wouldn't do that to you,'  Sandra said, her voice now quite
serious.  'He's just one of those people who look a lot younger than they really
are.  You're not going to hold that against him are you?  Remember Don
Carpenter?'

        Not even thinking that nodding her head to a question on the phone was
rather silly, Emily remembered the name in question from their high school
class.  Don suffered from what they jokingly referred to as 'Dick Clark
Syndrome.'  Even in his late twenties, he didn't look old enough to go to an R
rated movie by himself.

        'Sandra, I don't think I can do this,'  Emily finally said.  'In fact I was just
about to call you when he showed up.'

        'I see,'  was all Sandra said.

        Then after a very long pause, she asked that Emily bring Kevin to the phone and
she would explain the situation to him.  Emily replied that wouldn't be necessary,
that since she was the one who caused all this trouble, she would explain it to
him.

        Sandra concluded with agreeing with whatever Emily thought best.  Adding at
the end that Emily could tell Kevin that if he wanted, he could come over to her
house when he left there and she would make the afternoon up to him.    

        After hanging   up the phone, Emily stood there for a few long moments,
considering what she was going to say to him.  Lost in her thoughts, she didn't
notice that when she didn't return right away from her call, Kevin had followed
her into the living room.

        'It seems there was a little mix-up in what time Sandra was supposed to tell you
to be here,'  Emily said when she finally noticed him.  'I thought you weren't
coming until one.'

        'I can go for a walk and come back later,'  Kevin quickly offered.

        'No, that's not necessary,'  Emily said as she tried to smile.  'I just thought I'd be
more dressed when you showed up.'

        Seeing what the plans for her afternoon were supposed to be, Emily suddenly
thought it incongruous to have been concerned how she was supposed to have
been dressed come one o'clock.

        'Better to get this over with,'  Emily thought as she smiled at the young man.
'At least he won't be too disappointed when I tell him about Sandra's offer.'

        But instead of saying the words that had been uppermost in her mind only a few
seconds before, Emily found herself asking something completely different.

        'Are you really eighteen?'  she asked.

        'Yes, Ma'am,'  Kevin replied.  'I know I don't look that old but I'll be happy to
show you my driver's license.'

        'No, you don't have to do that,'  Emily said, almost having to suppress a laugh
as Kevin was already reaching for his wallet.

        'Would you mind if I asked you a few questions?'  Emily went on.  'They might
be a little personal.'

        'Sure anything you want to ask,'  Kevin asked, finding it a little funny that this
woman who he was supposed to become intimate with seemed so hesitant
about asking personal questions.

        'Are you really a virgin?'  she asked.

        Kevin took a few moments to answer.  It wasn't that he was embarrassed to
admit it, it was just that he was considering if the admission was going to help or
hinder his chances of correcting the condition.

        'You've never done anything with a girl?'  Emily inquired.

        'Oh I've dated girls and done some things, but nothing that serious,'  Kevin
replied,  'and of course Mrs. Wilkins...'

        'Yes, I already know what Mrs. Wilkins did for you,'  Sandra said, wondering
why she was having such a hard time getting to the point.

        'Do you think I'm attractive?'  Emily asked.

        'Oh yes,'  Kevin instantly answered, but then again what other answer was he
going to give.

        'As attractive as Mrs. Wilkins?'  she added.

        'In a different way,'  Kevin replied diplomatically.

        'Are you nervous?'  said Emily as she closed the short distance between the
two of them.

        'A little,'  he admitted.

        'Well you know something,'  Emily smiled as she stood only a foot away from
him,  'I'm a little nervous myself.  Unlike Mrs. Wilkins, this doesn't come that
easily for me.'

        'Oh,'  Kevin said, realizing for the first time that the afternoon might not go as he
had expected.

        'Still,'  Emily said as she looked into his youthful face.  'Perhaps there's a way
the two of us could help each other become less nervous.'

        With that she took his right hand in hers and lifting it upward, slipped in between
the folds of her bathrobe.  The soft sigh she let out as his hand pressed against
her naked breast was echoed by an even larger one from Kevin as he felt the
hardness of her nipples against his fingers.

        Emily waited a minute or two as he enjoyed the warmth of her flesh, then
loosened the belt of her robe and guided his hand downward until it came to rest
between her legs.  A look of high excitement filled his face.

        'Can you feel how wet my pussy is right now?' she asked.

        Kevin's reply was nonverbal but unmistakable.

        'Do you realize that you're the one who made it that way?'  She added as she
moved even closer to him.

        Again words failed Kevin but his understanding was evident.

        'And I can see that I must be having a similar effect on you,'  Emily noted as
she glanced down at the bulge in his shorts.

        'Oh, I'm sorry,'  Kevin said, his apology coming automatically.

'There's no need to be,'  Emily laughed softly,  'for an old lady like me, that's
quite a compliment.'

        'I don't think you're old,'  Kevin retorted, and this time it was obvious that his
response wasn't automatic.

        'That's good,'  Emily said as she pressed her now exposed body against his,
'because I no longer think you're too young.'

        As her lips pressed against his, Emily took a fleeting moment to think that it
looked like Sandra was going to have to find her own afternoon delight.  This
one was already taken.          

                                -=-=-=-=

        A second kiss followed the first, then a third, fourth and fifth until both of
them quickly lost track.  Lips and tongues interlocked as their explored each
other's mouth.  For a boy of Kevin's age and experience, Emily was surprised at
how good he was at this.  If she were to compare the two, he was certainly
better at it than Mark had been at his age.

        'My, you certainly are good at that,'  she put her thought into words
when they paused for air.

        'Most of the girls I've dated like to kiss,'  Kevin replied,  'so we used to
do it a lot.'

        'Well they say, practice makes perfect,'  Emily laughed softly.

        Kevin just smiled in a way that made the last of Emily's hesitations melt
away.  In the past, she used to find it amusing how older men, who should've
known better, could toss caution to the wind when confronted with a younger,
pretty girl who showed the slightest interest in them.  At this moment, she
understood exactly how they felt.

        'Do you really think I'm pretty?'  Emily asked.

        Kevin nodded his head yes, the smile on his face growing broader.
        
        'Well I think that you're simply adorable,'  Emily replied,  'and I can't
wait another minute to make love to you.'

        With that, and no longer to her surprise,  the  forty-six-year-old pulled
the sash of her robe and let it fall totally open.  Kevin's eyes opened wide as the
fullness of her naked body came into view, more so when she slipped out of the
terrycloth wrap, letting it drop to the floor.

        'Oh God!'  Kevin gasped as he took in her nude form.

        'Do you think I have nice boobs?'  Emily went on to ask as she cupped
them with the palms of her hand, stepping closer to him as she did.

        'Oh yes,'  Kevin managed to reply.

        'You don't think my nipples are too small?'  she added as she lowered
her hands to the underside of her mounds, leaving the small tips to stand erect
on their own.

        'Oh no,'  was his quick reply.

        'Then why don't you suck them,'  Emily offered as she again halved the
distance between them.  'Would you like that?'

        Deciding that actions, not words were what the moment called for, Kevin
took hold of her breasts, one in each hand, and brought his mouth down to the
closer of the two.  His tongue reached out and traced a line around the darker
circle that encompassed her nipple.  Then he closed his mouth around it, pulling
it deep inside.

        'Oh yes,'  Emily sighed as she enjoyed the wet touch.

        Kevin continued for a few seconds more, then paused just long enough
to ask if he was doing it  right.

        'Just a little harder,'  Emily suggested,  'and take your time, there's no
need to rush.  We have all afternoon.'

        The sandy haired teen went back to his task, following her suggestion.
Even as his mouth and tongue played with her nipple, he ran his fingers along
side her flesh, adding to her titillation.

        'That's perfect,'  Emily encouraged as he worked his way to her other
mound,  'so very good.'

        If the girls Kevin had been dating had held him to just kissing, she
thought, then it had certainly had been their loss.  She also wondered what else
he might be naturally good at.  But no need to rush on that question, she told
herself, she would find out soon enough.

        Moving over to the couch, she let him play with her breasts for as long
as he wanted, his fingers dancing over their fullness even as his mouth worked
its way back and forth between both nipples.  It was apparent that he was an
observant learner, picking up on her reactions to what he tried and
concentrating on what produced the most pleasing response.

        'Do you know what would make this a lot more fun?'  Emily whispered
into his ear as he buried his face between her breasts.  'If we took a minute to
get you out of those clothes as well.'

        Excited, Kevin quickly sat up and started to pull off his t-shirt.  He had
just raised it an inch or so when Emily stopped him by putting an outstretched
hand on the center of his chest, stopping it from going any further.

        'No, let me do it,'  she said with all the enthusiasm of a little girl on
Christmas morning.

        Replacing his hands with her own, Emily slid them under his shirt and,
brushing his lightly haired chest with her palms, lifted it until his entire chest was
exposed.  Leaning forward, she mischievously brought her own lips to his
nipples and kissed each of them,  tickling the tips of both with her tongue.  Then,
grabbing the sides of the shirt, she pulled it up and over his head.
        
        'Such a pretty chest,'  she noted as again a hand ran across it, causing
a wave of delight to wash over him as she brushed back the tiny hairs.

        While he was still sitting,  Emily reached down and undid the laces of
his sneakers.  It took little effort to slide off both them and the white socks
beneath.  Then she told him to stand up alongside the front of the couch.

        Her eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the enticing bulge in his shorts,
straining to be let free.  Again she reminded herself that there wasn't any rush
and that this was a moment to be savored.  Gently, she tugged at his shorts,
sliding them down his legs until only the plain white briefs remained.

        'Oh my,'  Emily sighed as the swelling beneath the cotton material
looked even more pronounced.

        Slowly she ran her fingers over the bulge, causing a quiet but
satisfactory moan to slip from Kevin's lips.  Mark's hadn't been the only cock
she'd seen in her life, there had been a few boys before him, even if none of
them had gotten as far as her husband-to-be.  Still, those had been a very long
time ago and just the though of the unveiling filled her with a long absent
anticipation.

        Rather than go slowly as she had with his shorts, Emily gave in to
urgency and pulled down his briefs in one rapid motion.  His cock, which she
quickly judged to be about average, maybe even just a little smaller than Mark's,
snapped right back to attention.  She'd never been one of those women
obsessed with size so much as the willingness to use what you had.  Something
Mark had always been quite good at.  Hopefully those were lessons she would
be able to pass on to Kevin.

        'It's beautiful,'  Emily gushed as she leaned forward and planted a kiss
on the head of it.

        Kevin blushed, but it was evident that he was quite pleased with her
assessment.

        'Would you like me to suck it?'  Emily asked, running the flat of her
fingers along its length.

        'Actually,  I'd like to do that to you first,'  Kevin surprisingly replied,  'if
that's okay I mean.'

        'Oh it's much more than okay,'  Emily answered, taken back by the idea
that he'd rather go down on her than have his cock sucked.  Sandra certainly
hadn't been kidding when she said they were eager to please.

        After giving Kevin a quick kiss, Emily stretched out along the length of
the couch, lifting one leg up onto the back of the sofa and let the other stretch
out onto the carpeted floor, clearing a wide path between her legs.  Kevin
climbed back onto the couch in the space she had created, pausing for the
longest time to just gaze at the delight between her thighs.

        Taking in the look on his face,  Emily was pretty sure this was the first
time the young man had ever seen the sex of a women this close before, at
least in real life.  She was pleased with herself that she had given in to vanity
this morning when, after taking note of all of the hair that covered her pussy, had
at least trimmed away most of it.  It might still be a mixture of brown, grey and
white, but at least it no longer hindered the view.

        Kevin placed a hand as far down on each of her legs that he could
reach, then began to gently slide them along, caressing the excited flesh as he
went.  As he neared his prize, he lowered his head between her legs and began
to alternately kiss each thigh, moving closer with each repetition.  Emily had the
feeling he was acting out something he might've seen in an adult film,  she and
Mark had watched a number over the years,  but if it made him happy, who was
she to complain.  Besides, porn flick or not, it did feel pretty nice.

        'Oh yes,'  Emily moaned quite loudly as Kevin reached the center and
with the luck of the Irish, put his outstretched tongue right on her most sensitive
spot on the very first try.

        As before, he picked up on that immediately and, while also exploring
the area around it, kept returning to that spot.  Without hesitation, he twirled his
tongue deep inside her, working its way as far as it would go.  Looking down,
Emily could see the eagerness in his face, a look of pure delight in the
sensations he was bringing her.  Sensations that had been absent much too
long in her life.  Sandra had been right about that as well.

        Dropping her head back down,  Emily closed her eyes and just let it all
wash over her.  This was something that the battery powered toy in her
nightstand could never replace.  Again finding herself comparing Kevin to Mark,
she remembered it hadn't been well until long after they'd been married that
Mark had finally gotten into cunnilingus, at least as something one had to do if
he wanted to get laid.  Kevin, it seemed, was one of those really got into it for its
own sake, evidenced by the fact that he showed no signs of stopping.

        'Oh God, Kevin, yes,'  Emily moaned as yet another surge of joy
danced across her body.  'Lick my pussy harder, suck my cunt!'

        Kevin had no way of knowing of course, but the sudden inclusion of the
c-word was the ultimate proof of what he was doing to her.  It was a word that
Emily never used, not in her four and a half decades of life.  Except in that sole
situations when lust overcame reason and passion totally took control.

        Again and again she felt her body rock under tiny explosions that began
between her legs and radiated outward.  She lost track of time and had no idea
how long they were going at it, only that they finally reached a point where she
was filled with an overwhelming need to respond in kind.

        'Let me suck your cock!'  she said as she reached down and brushed
her hands against the sides of his head to get his attention.  Such was his intent
on continuing what he was doing, her first two requests had gone unheard.

        Emily shifted position, lowering herself just enough so that Kevin could
crawl up the length of the couch so that, with his outstretched arms braced
against the arm, his cock hung free over her face.  They had paused in their
change just long enough for a long deep kiss to be exchanged, giving Emily a
mouthful of her own excitement as she probed her tongue deep into Kevin's
mouth.

        Taking hold of his cock, Emily slowly pumped it a few times, restoring
whatever hardness might've been lost while he'd been going down on her.
Bringing it close to her mouth, she reached out with her tongue and ran it
around its head, then rubbed the side of his cock against her lips.

        'Do you like that?'  Emily asked, not really expecting an answer.

        She kissed the head a few more times, then slipped it completely into
her mouth.  Kevin let out a loud moan of satisfaction as he felt the wetness
engulf his cock.  Taking hold of his balls, she lifted her head far enough up to
take his entire length, then dropped back to let it slide out.  Only to repeat the
action again and again.  She knew that she wasn't the first woman to give him a
blowjob, but Emily was determined to make this one the most memorable.
Kevin quickly got into the spirit of things, pumping his cock in and out of her
mouth, letting her concentrate her attention.

        'Fuck my tits,'  Emily said a short time as she let his hardness again fall
from her mouth.

        Kevin was quick to comply as he moved down just a bit further and
Emily placed her hands on both sides of her mounds.  Squeezing them together,
she wrapped his hardness in a cocoon of warm, soft flesh.  Slowly at first, then
with quickening speed, he pressed his cock between her sweat covered orbs.
Back and forth the two of them heaved, only the sound of soft moans and
labored breathing filling the air.

        'Does that feel nice?'  Emily asked as she pressed herself even harder
around his cock.

        'Oh it feels wonderful,'  came his reply as he leaned down and brought
his mouth to hers.

        'Well I know what would feel even more wonderful,'  Emily offered as
their lips parted.

        It took only a moment for Kevin to come up with the answer to her
thought on his own.  Leaning close to her once more he asked if he could fuck
her.

        'Of course,'  she smiled,  'that's what were here for, aren't we?'

        Again they changed position with Emily now sitting on against the
outside arm of the couch and Kevin standing in front of her.  Spreading her legs,
she took hold of his maleness and invited him to enter her.

        'Put it in nice and slow,'  Emily said as she rubbed one breast with her
hand,  'take your time and enjoy it.'

        Kevin placed his cockhead at the entrance of her pussy, rubbing it
against the wet mound.  Moving slowly, he slipped it inside of her, pausing to
take notice of how it felt every inch of the way.  He gasped as he felt her
softness close around him,  taking hold and making him hers.

        For Emily, the sensation was no less memorable as Kevin was only the
second man in her life to know her so intimately.  She wanted to remember
every second of the experience as memorably as he did.  Gently he drew back,
to repeat his effort of only moments before with equally gratifying results.

        'Just a little harder,'  Emily suggested as he entered her a third time.

        From that point on, his entries became both harder and more frequent,
until he soon worked up a good tempo.  Along he way, his thrusts had been
cheered on by the increasing frequency of Emily's cries of passion.

        Emily held him tight, holding him in place so that he could use his hands
to massage her breasts as he continued to fuck her.  The look of satisfaction on
her face, coupled with continued encouragements, raised his own level of
exhilaration.

        'Fuck me harder,'  Emily panted,  'fuck me as hard as you can.  Don't
be afraid of hurting me.'

        Again falling back on the adult films he had seen,  Kevin slid his hands
under her legs and lifted the both of them higher, allowing him to penetrate her
even deeper.  Faster as well as they pressed tighter together, close enough for
their mouths to again meet.

        Tongues interlocked, slipping between each other's mouths as Emily
met each new thrust, drawing him deeper inside her.  She wrapped her arms
around him, and he around her and they became almost one.  All the while
cascading further down the road to orgasm.

        'Fuck me hard,'  Emily get repeating in a breathless voice,  'fuck me
harder, oh yes!'

        'I'm...I'm gonna come...'  Kevin announced not long after, the rising
sensation deep within him all too familiar.

        'Yes, oh yes,'  Emily echoed, lost in the demands of her own body.  'I
want to see you come.'

        Kevin took the unthinking remark a little too literally and pulled out of
her.  Rather than being disappointed, Emily made the best of it and grabbed his
cock, pumping it furiously.  It exploded in her hand, showering her breasts and
stomach with his eruption.

        'Oh God, I'm sorry,'  Kevin quickly said when he realized his error.

        'It's okay,'  she assured him as she let out a deep breath and ran her
gooey hand over his still hard cock.  'I'm sure that there's more where that came
from.'

        Kevin's eyes widened at the thought that their encounter wasn't over yet.
Already this afternoon had turned out to be much more than he ever could've
imagined.

        Before he could say anything, they were interrupted by the ringing of
the phone.  Since they were done, at least for the moment, Emily couldn't bring
herself to ignore the call.

        'Be right back,'  she promised him with a kiss as she moved over to the
table where the phone rested.

                                -=-=-=-=

        To her surprise, it was Sandra on the line.  She had become concerned
when Kevin hadn't arrived at her house.  Her ego wouldn't let her consider the
possibility that he might've decided that he wasn't interested in the consolation
prize she had offered.

        'I'm afraid he got a better offer,'  Emily said softly into the receiver so
that only Sandra could hear , a wicked gleam in her eye.

        'I don't understand,'  Sandra replied, unable to imagine what could be
better than an afternoon in the sack with her.

        'He's still here,'  Emily finally said in way of explanation.

        'Why is he still...'  Sandra started to say and then realized the answer.
'You didn't...'
        
        'I did,'  came the reply.

        'How was it?'  Sandra asked.

        'I'll tell you all about it ... tomorrow,'  Emily laughed as she looked back
across the room at the naked young man looking back at her.  'Right now, this
girl needs to be laid ... again.'

        With that, she hung up the phone and walked back to Kevin.

        'Now that we've gotten that pesky matter of virginity out of the way,'
she said as she tossed her arms around him and pressed her body close to his,
'what do you say we go upstairs and really fuck our brains out?'

        As she had many times already this afternoon, Emily really never
imagined any answer other than yes from the boy in her arms.  In this, she was
again not disappointed.

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