“No, you’re not a prude and you’re not provincial. Listen, you’re a smart, educated woman. You’re sophisticated and…and…”
“And what?”
Wesley sighed at her, all the feelings that he’d been having since the session starting to come back to him. “And…” he finished, “you’re the most talented person I ever met.”
Jennifer felt warmth caressing her all over like summer sunshine to hear him speak to her that way. She smiled, a smile of deepening affection for the honest, earnest, amazingly beautiful lad sitting across the table from her, eyeing her so sincerely—wearing absolutely nothing under that robe. “Oh, Wesley,” she said. “Thank you.”
Almost without knowing she was doing it, she reached a hand across the table toward him. The warmth spread over her again when he reached his own hand over and touched hers. And kept it there.
Wesley said, “Okay, that was something I found out about you. Now…can I tell you something I’ll bet you know about me?”
“All right,” Jennifer replied. “What’s that?”
“I think…you probably know what I did in the bathroom up there.” He searched for her reaction and found understanding in her eyes. She knew what he meant. She didn’t have to say it; he saw it right there. “Before the shower.”
Jennifer looked down for a moment, nodding, then she looked back up at him—without judgement. Softly, she answered, “Yes, Wesley. I know.”
“Yeah. I thought you did. Listen, Jennifer, I want you to know, you’re the only person I’ve ever reacted to that way. Of course, the photographers who took my pictures for Mucho Model and the other photographers I’ve worked with, they were guys, and I don’t react like that to guys anyway. But out of the artists I’ve sat for… Look, what I said about always getting hard when I pose, that’s true. It’s just a reflex I have. But you…you’re the only artist who has ever asked me to do what you did today. You know, play with it, stroke myself. And we’ve been getting along so well and having such good talks while we work. And it’s like…we kind of understand each other, you know? It’s like we really connect. And then you asked me to do that, and…things kind of caught up with me. So I had to run into the bathroom and…you know…”
“Yes,” she repeated. “I know.”
“You knew what I did. I thought so.” He let that knowledge sit there between them in the candlelight before he continued. “Is that why you asked me to just put on the robe and not get dressed again for dinner?”
And there it was. Their hands were still touching, and Wesley quickened Jennifer’s heartbeat by gently folding his fingers around hers. This was total communication. This was complete honesty. This was not the time to hold anything back. Anything at all.
“Yes, Wesley. That’s why,” she said, in that same soft tone.
Wesley leaned over the table a bit, bringing his face a little closer to hers. Reflexively, Jennifer leaned towards him as well. He said, “Then…Jennifer, can I ask you something?”
“Ask me anything, Wesley,” she replied.
“Do you wanna skip dessert?”
“Yes, Wesley,” said Jennifer. “I would very much like to skip dessert.”
And that was when they finally closed the space between them. They leaned in closer, and Wesley brought his almost excruciatingly handsome face to hers. His lips and the tip of his tongue sought her mouth and found it. Her lips parted to receive him, and they melted together like candle wax into the moist warmth of a first kiss.
They stayed that way for long, golden moments, kissing over the table. Then slowly, Wesley slipped his mouth from Jennifer’s and stood up from his seat. He stepped around the table beside her and held out his hand to her, helping her out of her chair. He undid the belt of his robe and let the ends of it hang there, like what Jennifer knew was hanging under the robe. He took her by the hands and slipped her hands under the robe, putting them at his waist.
And at last, Jennifer was touching a part of the awesome young male body that she had sketched and drawn and painted so many times. He brought his lips to hers again and joined her in another long kiss, this one deeper, his tongue probing her mouth. He wrapped his arms around her, and she slipped her arms all the way around the naked muscles of his torso, feeling the sensuous sinews of his back.
He parted the kiss just enough to whisper, ‘You can move those hands a little lower. Touch whatever you want.”
So she did. She let her hands travel down his back to grasp the hard, hairy, fleshy roundness of his buttocks. She gave his bottom a squeeze and felt it flex at her touch. While he kissed and licked at her neck, she softly moaned, “Oh, Wesley…”
“Keep going,” he whispered. “Touch everything you drew.”
With one hand still clasping his bottom, Jennifer brought the other one around to what he had stroked and caressed for her this afternoon. She found it as wonderfully long and stiff now as it was then. It pulsed and throbbed at her touch as she wrapped her fingers around it, and she found it as hot and hard as a piece of wood in a campfire. With Wesley kissing and licking at her ear, she moaned a little more loudly, “Oh, Wesley, it’s wonderful…”
He brought his face back to hers and sucked at her lips, half-grunting, “Ooohhh…yeah, I feel how much you want it. Grab it. Stroke it. Feel it, yeah…” And she did. She ran her fingers up and down his veined length, pulled the foreskin back and forth the way he did in the studio, and reached back to close her fingers around the soft, firm roundness of his jewel pouch. “Oh yeah,” he said hotly into her mouth. “Yeah, stroke it. Make it yours. You want me to put it in you, don’t you?”
“God yes,” she said before tasting his tongue again.
“Take me up to bed,” said Wesley, licking and kissing her lips. “I want to do it to you so bad. Jennifer, I want to be inside you so much. Take me to bed.”
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And so, in Jennifer’s bedroom, with the lights dimmed, while she stood entranced, watching, at the foot of the bed, Wesley shrugged off the robe and let it fall from his shoulders to the floor. And for the first time, he stood naked before her for purposes other than art.
With a stride, he brought her his uncannily beautiful naked body, his prong of steely flesh swinging between his thighs, and put his mouth on hers again. He played at her tongue with his, and Jennifer felt her clothes slipping off and away through some combined effort on his part and hers, until for the first time, she was naked with him. She trembled with growing desire at the feeling of Wesley’s hands running up and down her body and his fingertips sliding along her buttocks and her breasts, teasing her nipples to hardness.
For it was one of many apprehensions she’d had that a lad of such swoon-inducing beauty would look at her forty-five-year-old body and not see something that he wanted to touch and caress the way he was doing now. There was no falsehood in his touch. There was only the sincere, genuine fascination of a young man making his first exploration and discovery of an older woman’s body—and liking what he felt.
“Let’s get up on the bed,” Wesley whispered hotly against her cheek.
They climbed together onto the middle of the bedspread and sat on their knees facing each other. Wesley pulled Jennifer into his arms, crushing his hardness against her abdomen and kissed her deeply, making her want to sway back, but he was holding her firmly in his solidly muscled grasp. His prong strained at her belly.
Softly breaking the kiss, he whispered again, “Feel me up, Jennifer. Touch me up and down and all over.” He guided her hand to his eagerly throbbing rod. “Especially there.” And he guided it again to his jewel pouch. “And there.” He took her other hand and moved it around behind him to the roundness of his bottom. “And my ass.”
Kissing him with the same eagerness that she felt in the thick, wooden shaft that she was touching, Jennifer did as he asked and gloried in feeling the private parts of his wonderful boy body. Her fingers grew slick with the nectar oozing from the tip of his root. Wesley’s own fingers wen
t between her thighs and found a cottony tuft of hair over a curtain of fleshy folds that had grown slick with pent-up wanting. He filled her mouth with his tongue and filled her opening with his probing fingers, making Jennifer groan in mid-kiss.
With his one hand roaming over her body and the other probing and playing with her sex, Wesley slurped his way out of the kiss and grunted, “You’re so soft. You’re so pretty. And you’re so wet down there. I’ll bet you’re tight, too.” He grunted harder as she pulled at his root, and it throbbed lustily in her grasp; she squeezed his buttocks and made them quiver. “Damn,” he said, “I can feel how much you want me in you. I’m gonna stick my thing in you and make it so good for you. I’m gonna do it to you so sweet, Jennifer. Just like you need it. Lay down and open your legs; I wanna taste it first.”
And with a sigh of longing, Jennifer lowered herself down onto the bed and spread herself out before him, presenting what she most wanted to give him and what she most wanted him to take. Wesley wasted no time.
Wesley’s handsome face buried deep between her legs, and his hungry mouth on her sex created an unfolding feeling in Jennifer. She suddenly realized how tightly wound up she had been ever since the loss of her marriage. She had bundled up all her womanly feelings and needs and put them away. Now, Wesley’s tongue licking at her petals and her love bud and probing inside her channel made all those feelings, all those needs, unwrap themselves.
She gave out a sound that was both a long sigh and a long whimper, the sound of a part of her being that had been stilled for so long now waking up again. Reflexively, she pushed herself into Wesley’s face to offer him more, to encourage him to take all of her that he wanted. And he took what she offered.
He grasped her thighs to keep them apart—as if she needed help spreading them now—and kissed, licked, and sucked her woman parts. He lapped up their nectar and pulled tenderly with his mouth at her folds, making her writhe appreciatively under his attentions. Wesley took her entire wet flower into his mouth with a deep, sucking kiss, penetrating her with his tongue and making her back arch and her limbs spasm. Jennifer grabbed at the bedspread as if to stop herself from spinning into the air at the wondrous pleasure of Wesley eating her out.
She moaned, helpless in the grip of ecstasy, “Oh, yes, Wesley…yes…please, more… Just like that…more…more…Ooohhh…” And he gave her more. He devoured her sex as deliciously as he’d devoured the meal at her table earlier. He made Jennifer another feast, one on which he was intent on gorging himself. And Jennifer let him. She pushed and wriggled herself into his face, urging him to take her with his mouth and his tongue. The sounds of him sucking and slurping at her mingled with her ongoing moans of inexpressible delight.
Wesley then concentrated his full attention on the moist and fleshy handle of Jennifer’s pleasure, alternately stroking it with the tip of his tongue and sucking it with his lips, giving her a wet and luscious delight. Hot tremors of joy rippled and spread through Jennifer’s body. She rubbed the soles of her feet along his back and his buttocks, continuing to urge him onward, making him give her more, ever more of what she was getting from him.
When he took her bud into his mouth and gave it a long, wet sucking, the maddening pleasure at last became too much for her. Jennifer felt something like a lightning strike of ecstasy that made her entire back arch; she shut her eyes tightly, as if shielding them from an explosion, but this explosion was not outside her. It was inside.
Her first orgasm in longer than she cared to remember went blasting through her being, a climax that only this boy, the most beautiful specimen of maleness she had ever seen in her life, could have given her. Jennifer’s entire body locked in the rhythm of her climax as Wesley held her joy-switch in his mouth, knowing full well what he was doing to her. He kept it that way until she collapsed, tingling, back into a prone position. Only then did he withdraw his mouth and climb up over her.
Looming above her on all fours, Wesley licked the wetness of Jennifer’s sex from his lips and said in a voice rasping with urgent need, “I can’t wait another minute. I need to screw you now. I’ve gotta stick my piece in you right now.” Instinctively, Jennifer brought her arms up to encircle his shoulders as Wesley lowered his crotch to where his mouth had been, and the moment for which Jennifer had so been longing at last arrived. In a moment of breathless euphoria, Wesley slipped his long, hard staff all the way into her with one smooth, sure stroke.
She whimpered again beneath him, letting him settle his awesome body fully on top of her. Jennifer’s mind reeled from the feeling of his pulsing maleness filling her turgid channel and his perfect muscles pressing her down. She felt the exquisite tickle of his chest hair on her breasts and nipples and whimpered all the more as Wesley started to buck up and down on top of her, driving his tool in and out of her channel, claiming her sex with his own.
Jennifer had nothing in all her life to which she could compare the feeling of being pumped and drilled by Wesley. She tried going back in her mind to all the boys she had let inside her when she was in school, finally leading up to Ken, whom she thought was the love of her life. Nothing else came anywhere close to the ecstasy of the way Wesley humped her now.
He pounded and stroked his incredibly hard meat inside her with a sureness and a power that she had never felt from any other lover, including Ken. He plundered her and pounded her with a force beyond her imagination, banging away at her so hard and fast and going so deep into her that she thought she might actually catch fire and engulf the two of them in flames of passion.
The hair on the hard plateau of his pecs rustled roughly at her bosom, making the feeling of his humping all the more dizzying. She pushed up against his down stroke, ensuring she got every last inch of him, and relished the feeling of him spreading her tube inside with the constant rhythm of his penetration. She kissed at his mouth and his neck and his shoulders, showing him how much she needed him, and he never let up a second.
She both felt and heard his smacking blows against her mound and moaned in desperate abandon at them. The mattress quaked with every impact of his crotch against her, and each stroke of his hardness lit up another little lightning bolt inside her.
In the midst of it all, his voice intoned lustily at her. He sounded as drunk on her as she was on him as he rammed his hardened, galvanized length into her relentlessly, almost savagely. “Uuuhhh…Uuuhhh… Oh God, Jennifer… Oh my God… You’re so tight. God, you’re so tight and so wet. You feel so good. I can’t believe how good you feel. Oh, damn…so wet…so tight…like you’re grabbing my thing. Oh, damn, that’s so good…”
His voice dissolved into incoherent animal noises while he worked away, pounding himself madly in and out of her. He found just enough of it to grunt, “Grab my ass, Jennifer… Oh God, grab my ass while I bang you…” Barely able to think under the onslaught of his blows, Jennifer made her hands move down his flexing back to take hold of his rapidly rising and falling buttocks.
She squeezed them and stroked them, savoring the way they moved up and down with his ardor, and that pleasure only added to the pure rapture of his tool pumping away within her. Wesley took her mouth in a hot, molten kiss and amazed her by pounding her even harder, even faster, driving it into her even more urgently. How long could he keep this up?
Her mind and her entire being melted in the heat and the incredible force of Wesley’s screwing. There was no such thing as time any more, unless it were measured by the rhythm of this boy beating away atop and inside her. Wesley’s sex became her entire consciousness. He screwed her into a zone of pure bliss in which she was too lost in pleasure even to cry out any more.
And then, his moment arrived. Making sounds that reminded her of the roars of an unseen animal in the dark of some primeval forest, Wesley reared up on the balls of his hands. He thrust himself hard into her and held himself there, making her quiver all over. He did it again and again and again, holding his piece all the way in her at every blow, and in a voice that sounded like
a beastly growl he said, “Uuuhhh…uuuhhh…I’m gonna come… Oh, hell, I’m gonna come in you… Oh yeah…I’m coming…I’m coming!”
With one more hammer blow, it happened. Wesley roared out his ultimate pleasure, feeling a mighty gusher of sticky wetness erupt through his oaken shaft into his tender glans and pour thickly out into Jennifer’s depths. He flooded her womb with the white rapids of his climax, releasing it in a torrent that seemed as if it would never end.
Jennifer locked her legs around his hips with her hands on his buttocks, receiving his stream, welcoming what he gave her. She felt her body tingle under him as he ever so slowly started to relax and his tool gradually began to soften within her, until he was spent at last and lowered himself, panting, to rest on top of her.
Breathlessly, Wesley put his head on her bosom, and she took her hands from his butt to stroke and rustle the dark thickness of his hair. His breath was hot against her breasts. His tool slipped out of her, and she exhaled in utter satisfaction at the slick stickiness of her woman parts in the wake of his sex. “Oh, Jennifer,” he moaned. “That was so good. That was…just so good.” He kissed her bosom and she ruffled his hair some more, and for a while they grew still.
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