by Alexis Angel
From a sweaty, hairy-chested middle-aged guy on the bench press to a woman nearby: "We should train together because I hear it's good for bone density."
And then from another man: "My personal trainer told me I had to come talk to you."
This line seems to work for a minute because the woman stops, and gives him a confused look, and then the man continues, "He said I should talk to you for a few minutes as part of my routine. If I told you that you had a beautiful body, would you share your training regimen with me?" And then it dawns on her that this guy is talking out of his ass, and she walks away. I swear, these men are clueless—it's embarrassing. And you know what? That's fine because it gives me a leg up. They should watch me in action and learn a thing or two. I decide to do one more rep before leaving, and as I reach for the weight, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and see her. That perfect outline of the female body could only be one person. It's Jocelyn.
"Hey stranger," she says. "What are the chances? I had no idea you worked out at this gym."
She's being cordial, and I appreciate that. She could've easily seen me, and quickly slipped out the back door, or at least out of sight.
"I guess New York isn't so big after all," I shrug with a smile.
"It might not be as big as some things," she replies, and I swear she takes a quick glance at my cock. Did that really just happen, or am I imagining it?
Are we really going to go down this road a third time?
"I guess you could say that," I say, deciding to play along.
There’s only one way to find out. I’m going to give her an opening and see how far she fucking wants to take this.
"So tell me. Is the rumor true?" I ask.
She doesn't respond, but just furrows her brow, so I continue, "Do all women really love retail above all else?"
The confusion dissipates from her face. "Retail therapy is a thing." The way she responds with her head cocked back, and a slight smile parting her thick, juicy lips, makes my cock twitch. Damn. She's something else.
"Then I have a proposition."
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
"I say we get out of this place and indulge in a little retail therapy."
Sometimes you've got to be bold. I watch as she determines whether or not this is a good idea. I can almost picture the inner workings of her brain. One side urging her to stay at the gym and do the sensible thing—get her workout in and not fraternize with the ill-behaved stepson. The other, wilder side of her brain—and I'm now beginning to think she has a wild side—urging her to leave. I begin to wonder which side will win when she responds.
"Sure, let's blow this joint." I can't believe my luck. And did she just emphasize the word blow?
"Let me grab my things from the locker room," she continues. "I'll meet you out front."
I watch as she walks away, her perfect ass sashaying across the gym and I can't fucking believe she's agreed to hang out with me. I drop the weights and quickly grab my things from the locker room as well. By the time I walk outside, I see her standing there, carefully applying lipstick. I feel like I'm on a roll, so I say, "I have an idea. Let's count shoulders."
"What are you talking about?"
"Watch me," I say, standing directly in front of her. I start counting, tapping my shoulders first. "One, two…" and then I move my hand to her shoulders, "Three, four." And now that I'm done counting and I've created an excuse to touch her—see what I just did?—I drape my arm across her shoulders and say, "Let's go."
She smiles, but pulls away. "Easy there," she laughs. "I'll give you credit. You are bold. I like that in a man."
Good. At least she sees me as a man, and not a kid. I know there's a sizeable age difference between us, but it's no different from the one between her and my dad. "Would you expect anything less from the Lance Anders?" I reply.
"How much woman can you handle?"
Holy shit. The way she just asked that made my heart leap into my fucking throat. I can't even answer that question, so instead I smile and order an Uber for us. She watches as I pull the app up on my phone.
"What kind of ride are you? Long or short?" she asks.
"I'm the longest ride you'll ever need." Like I said, two can play this game.
She raises an eyebrow and simply smiles.
We take the Uber to Saks Fifth Avenue. I figure I can't go wrong with this store—there's designer apparel at every level—shows, accessories, housewares, and when we step out of the car, I see her face light up and I know I've definitely made the right choice. I follow her into the building as she walks at a fast clip to the women's clothing, her heels clicking against the floor. She changed at the gym and is no longer wearing yoga pants. She's wearing a tight black dress and heels, and honestly, I can't keep my eyes off of her. Does she always go the gym with an extra change of clothes? I wonder to myself.
"Here's what I'm looking for," she says. I look around and see we're standing in the women's blouse section. "What do you think of this one?"
I honestly think any fucking blouse would look amazing on her, but I simply say, "I like it."
My answer doesn't seem good enough because she gives it another critical look. She holds the shirt in front of her, one hand on her hip. "I think I should try it on."
I nod my head and follow her to the dressing rooms. I find a bench and sit down.
"I'll wait right here," I say. I lean back and check my phone—no calls or texts, which is good—and I wait.
"Lance? Can you come here?"
I make sure no one is looking before heading into the dressing rooms. Are men even allowed back here? "Where are you?" I ask, just above a whisper.
"Right here."
I look to my left and I see her holding one door open slightly ajar. I slip inside. The room is small and it's forcing us to stand unusually close to each other. I watch as she starts to unzip her dress.
"I just need your opinion."
With her dress unzipped, I watch as she pulls it off of her shoulders. Her perfume fills my senses. My heart is seriously in my fucking throat. It's beating at a frenzied pace and I can't believe this is happening. The top of her dress is now completely off and hanging at her hips. I can't help but gaze transfixed at her perfect breasts. Those two perfect scoops cupped in a lacey bra. Do I dare touch her?
I immediately think back to the question she asked me at the gym. How much woman can I handle?
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Jocelyn
The moment my shirt comes off, I know I have him.
More than I had him on the couch the other week. Or during my birthday.
There is no stopping now.
I’m going to do this, hun. No stopping me.
I’ll probably go to hell afterwards.
His eyes are on my cleavage, and he seems hungry to feel my breasts. He closes the door to the dressing room and I look into his eyes, my heart drumming wildly inside of my chest. I could get used to having men look at me like this, insatiable hunger flickering behind their eyes. After months of sharing a bed with a husband who doesn’t even look at me, there’s no way that I’m going to let an opportunity like this slide by me… He’s my stepson, sure, but so what? One hard look at him and my pussy grows wet, desire raging through me. He looks young, handsome… Delicious. No wonder he has such a reputation. As his stepmother, I think it’s my duty to find out if the rumors are true... Oh, why are forbidden things the most irresistible ones?
My pussy is already wet, my drenched underwear sticking to my skin. There’s a whisper inside of me, one that tells me to stop, that what I’m doing is wrong… But I just push it to the back of my mind. The blood that runs through me is charged with lust and sinful thoughts, fanning flames of wickedness in my mind and making me forget all about right and wrong.
I tried to avoid this. I knew how dangerous it would be for me to be near Lance. He’s simply too irresistible—handsome, wicked, relentless. But here I am now… And there’s no going back. There’s no stopping what’s about to h
appen. I’m going to have him, come hell or high water.
“Come here,” I whisper, taking one step forward, my eyes never leaving his, and I grab him by the scruff of his shirt. Pulling him into me, I press my mouth against his, parting my lips and brushing my tongue against his. I start unbuttoning his shirt, my eager fingers flying down the fabric as I expose his chest. My eyes take in the perfect shape of his pectorals, the irresistible ridges in his abs.
With one hand on my waist, he takes the other to my hair, grabbing it viciously. He pulls my head back and, leaning toward me, starts kissing down my chin toward my neck; once there, he starts nibbling at the soft skin gently. I close my eyes as I feel his lips against my neck, my rational mind slowly drowning in an ocean of pleasure.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since the first time I saw you,” he whispers into my ear, a shiver going up my spine.
“I know,” I tell him, grinning. “Do you think I don’t know what you were doing when you went to take a shower?”
With jerking movements, I tug on his shirt and make the rest of the buttons pop out. I run my hands over his chest, feeling his warm skin under my fingertips. It's absolute perfection. I just want to feel every single inch of his body and surrender myself to him. And there’s no stopping me now. Screw the consequences, whatever they might be.
“What I was doing…?”
“Yes,” I continue, grabbing the fabric of his shirt and pulling it down his shoulders and throw it to the floor. Grinning, I take one hard look at him, my eyes wandering over his chest once more. I can’t even hear my own thoughts over the loud drumming of my heart. “You were thinking of me, weren’t you? Thinking of bending me over and having your way.”
“What if I was?” he asks me, breathing heavily. “You wanted me to be thinking of you…”
“Yes… Yes, I did.” Smiling, I let my hands slide down his chest until they meet the hem of his pants. I unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly, sliding my hand down his pants and caressing the bulging shape that’s tenting his underwear. I start stroking him over the fabric, my fingers curled tight around his cock. He’s gigantic, his member pulsing against my hand in such an intense way that my insides clench in anticipation. But what else was I expecting? A guy with a reputation like Lance.... Bad attitude and a huge cock; it seems like these two things go hand in hand. And he’s still so young, so delicious ...
Leaning into him, I lay my lips against his, and then start kissing down his jawline. I trace the contour of his neck and go down to his chest, feeling his hard and ripped muscles against my lips.
Guided by unconscious cravings, I go down on my knees then, pushing his pants and boxer briefs down as I do it. I want to see what he’s hiding between his thighs. His cock springs free in a heartbeat, jumping eagerly into my hand. My fingers curl around it once more, feeling its warmness against my skin. A shiver goes up my spine as I realize how big he really is, my delicate fingers barely able to grip him. But I start stroking him all the same, my eyes locked on his as my hand goes back and forth at a low teasing rhythm.
I open my mouth wide, leaning forward and taking his glans in my mouth. Sucking on it, I let his flavor—a salty and manly one—inundate me. My eyelids droop, and before I even know what I’m doing, I’m moving forward, his whole shaft sliding inside of my mouth. I start to suck, bobbing my head back and forth and twirling my tongue around his glans. It tastes amazing, the scent of manhood crawling up my mouth and lodging itself on my brain like a perfect blanket.
Cupping his balls as I suck him, I caress them and roll them over my fingers. Then, as he kicks off his shoes, I push his pants and underwear all the way down and throw them into the corner. Pulling back for an instant, I stroke him as hard as I can, my eyes widening as I try to comprehend the huge member right in front of me; it simply goes beyond anything I have ever imagined… For once, real life is better than any late-night fantasy. I can’t help but wonder how well a young guy like Lance can wield such a huge cock.
My skin prickles as, slightly leaning forward, he places both his hands on my shoulders and, very slowly, slides them to my back. My skin prickles as I feel the warmness of his fingers; then, finding my bra’s hook, he unclasps it, letting it fall down my arms and onto the floor. There’s no need for instructions; the moment my naked breasts come into view, he grabs them gently, his fingers brushing over my hard nipples.
I lean forward so that I can start sucking him again, his shaft rolling over my lips easily. With my hands on his buttocks, I start bobbing my head back and forth as fast as I can; matching my own rhythm, he starts thrusting, his fingers running through my hair as he ravages my mouth. I close my eyes, half-expecting him to not resist the way I’m sucking him. I wouldn’t complain if he came inside my mouth, not at all. But, of course, young men like Lance are never satisfied with one simple blowjob. They still have so much energy inside of them… They want more, always more. And that’s exactly the kind of attitude I need right now.
“Stop,” he says suddenly, the word coming out of his lips like a groan. He grabs my wrist, making me stop my stroking motion, and gently pushes my head back. I let his cock slide out of my mouth, and then allow him to pull me up to my feet. “My turn,” he says curtly, placing his hands on my shoulders and pushing me back against the wall. I go willingly, simply looking at him as he pushes his body against mine, his naked chest pressed against my breasts. We kiss again, our tongues dancing around each other as his hands go up and down my side, exploring the curves of my body as if I was the most wonderful woman on Earth. And, the way he touches and kisses me, I just know that he’s never been with a woman such as myself. A woman my age. Oh, sweet Lance, he’s just now realizing that he has wasted his time with the girls his age…
I part my legs slightly so that he can fit between them, his hard throbbing cock pressed tight against the front of my skirt. I hike it up to my waist as his hands go up my leg, his fingers caressing my inner thigh and dangerously reaching for my thong. The moment he presses his hand against my pussy, the wet fabric of my thong the final frontier, a violent shiver of desire goes up my spine.
“Like it?” I grab his wrist and make him press his hand on me harshly, my pussy becoming even wetter as I succumb to that sweet pressure.
“I fucking love it,” he blurts out. Taking the lead, he flicks my thong to the side and, kicking patience to the curb, slides one finger inside of me. I feel a scream climbing up my throat, but I grit my teeth and stop it just in time, remembering where I am. I can’t even begin to image what Michael’s reaction would be if Lance and I were caught right now; he’d go insane, knowing he had a scandal on his hands. He just doesn’t see that scandalous things are the best ones. His wife fucking his son… I can already imagine a vein popping in his brain.
Lance brushes his fingertip against my G-spot, darts of pleasure hitting each and every one of my nerve endings. My eyes are closed, and I can’t hear a sound; my brain can only process one thing, and that’s the pleasure he is inflicting on me. Which is exactly what I want. I need all of my brain power to be solely devoted to pleasure right now. After all, why would I want to focus on anything else when I have Lance right here? He’s so much younger than me, and so eager to please me… When pleasure knocks at your door, you answer it, especially if you’re in a situation like mine, one where pleasure has became a distant friend.
I place my hands on his back, sliding them down to his buttocks and grabbing his ass hard, my fingers digging into his flesh as his cock pulses against my body. As I feel the perfect curves of his ass, he starts to slide his finger in and out of me at a vicious pace. My pussy is boiling, an eruption of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. Actually, it isn’t a threat: it’s merely a fact. I know it’s coming. And when it does, I don’t even have time to moan. I simply surrender to the avalanche that overtakes me and pulls my rational mind down into the depths of a decadent and sinful world.
My fingers turn into claws and I hook them in his buttocks as I come
; driven by instinct, I bite down on the tender flesh of his neck, my whole body twitching from the sudden orgasm. He keeps going, sliding his finger in and out of me, without even allowing me to catch my breath. Stopping for one second only, he uses it to grab my thong and pushes it down my legs; he then does the same with my skirt, leaving me naked against the wall. He takes one step back, his hungry eyes wandering over my body, and I shudder in anticipation. It's amazing what two people can do in such a tight space.
“You look even more beautiful than I imagined…” He says, a hungry smile dawning on his face. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
“Then don’t,” I tell him with a wicked grin, anxious to feel his mouth against my wetness. Leaning in, he starts kissing my neck, his lips tracing a downward line over my body. I feel his mouth between my breasts, and then his lips wrap themselves tight around one nipple. Arching my back, I let a low moan tumble out of my lips as his mouth moves down to my stomach, laying gentle kisses over my navel as it continues its downward trajectory.
Much in the same way I did before, he goes to his knees, his mouth dangerously close to my pussy. He starts to kiss my inner thighs, teasing me mercilessly as I squirm. God, I want to feel his mouth on my pussy, his tongue on my clit… I want him to eat me, to devour me as if I were the most delicious thing he had ever tasted in his whole life.
I tangle my fingers in his hair and reel him in, forcing him to press his mouth against my wetness, his tongue lapping at my clit eagerly. I lift one leg up and place it over his shoulder, allowing him to easily fit his head between my thighs. Opening his mouth wide, he sucks my drenched folds, taking my juices in his mouth as his tongue starts to jab at me, parting my inner lips and sliding in and out at a maddening pace.
I rest my hands on his, feeling dazed by the way he moves his head. Grabbing locks of stray hair, I keep pulling him into me violently while I thrust my hips against his face, rubbing my pussy all over his mouth. Relishing it, he redoubles his efforts, sucking and licking in a way that turns a never ending sequence of hushed moans into a long drawn out one. I have to bite my lips and remember where I am, trying to focus so that I don’t moan louder than I can. I’m actually surprised I haven’t lost all semblance of self-control. But I’m close… Really close.
