Mom's Friend Sarah
It was an incredible time of my life, just graduating high school and preparing to go off to college. I was saddened that I would have to leave behind a lot of my friends, but excited by the potential dates I'd find.... yummy college girls...
I'd put out several college applications and was slowly going through them and the acceptance and rejection letters. One of the colleges, the State University of New York at Stony Brook Long Island had accepted me and wanted to meet me and show me the campus in just a couple weeks. I talked to my mom about it and she said she had a friend from her college days that lived near there and would see if she would let me stay there and take me to and from the airport.
Of course I readily agreed, and couldn't wait to get there. The next two weeks seemed to fly by and before I knew it, I was in the air, flying all the way to New York. My plane landed at LaGuardia Airport at 5:00pm and I walked into the terminal, wondering what my mom's friend even looked like. I expected some old lady that I would barely have anything in common with, but was very surprised. Standing just off to the side of the entryway was a beautiful woman holding a sign with my name on it. She was wearing a nice, conservative outfit, but she looked incredible... nothing like how I envisioned her. At 40, she looked great!
I walked over to her, probably looking rather happy, and we met.
"Hi Vince, I'm Sarah," she said smiling broadly, though her eyes were barely able to meet mine. She seemed so shy.
"Hi... Hi Sarah," I stuttered, obviously overcome by her. I shook her hand, which was soft and supple, her nails perfectly manicured. I looked into her eyes as she averted my gaze, making me feel far more powerful.
We talked for a second or two and then made our way to her car. All the way there, I kept stealing looks at her body, her breasts as they bobbed happily beneath her top and her ass as it swayed back and forth with every step. Not much was revealed with her choice of outfit, but there seemed to be a lot of incredible flesh under there. She seemed to notice my staring, but didn't say anything and certainly didn't try to stop me.
"Tom had to go down to Florida for the week for work... some kind of emergency or something," she said while driving home. "We thought about just putting you up in a hotel for the week, but I think that would be silly... especially after meeting you. I definitely have the room at the house and it'll be quiet... I hope you don't mind..."
"No... no, not at all," I replied, probably too quickly, but just envisioning spending the whole week in private with her sent my mind reeling. All sorts of naughty thoughts played through my head, although I figured I'd be sorely disappointed.
"Good... I prefer having someone around when Tom's gone anyways."
We smiled and joked all the way to her house, which was a very nice place indeed. I don't know what Tom did for work, but it was a spacious house with a large, private yard, and a gated, fenced-in front. This was going to be an awesome week-long vacation if nothing else.
She invited me into the kitchen for a light dinner and then I just had to get cleaned up. She showed me the bedroom and told me the shower was just up the hall, guiding me to it. The towels and everything I needed was right there, so she excused herself to let me take a shower. I removed my clothes and jumped in, taking an extra long, hot one. I was so clean and so refreshed by the end, that my body was revving to go. I was thinking about Sarah the entire shower and my erection was showing it. I wondered what her body looked like, wondered what she sounded like when she whimpered in pleasure, how she screamed when she came.
My cock was very hard when I got out of the shower and toweling off only made it worse. I decided not to get back into my traveling clothes and didn't bring anything else into the bathroom with me, so I just wrapped the towel around my waist and slipped through the door, walking down to my bedroom. I admit I was pretty physically fit, and I was looking especially good today. My hair was a bit tousled and my cock was pushing into the towel as I walked, tenting it a little.
Sarah came down the hall, just leaving my room, and we passed. Her eyes never left my body and seemed to travel up and down it. But she never met my gaze, she seemed so shy and reserved. I stood at my door for a second, almost ready to say something, but figured I'd wait until later. I pushed the door open and came in, but didn't close the door all the way. I guess I wanted to see if she was interested or something and wanted to give her every opportunity to see me.
I dropped the towel and let my hand stroke my erection for a moment and closed my eyes at the blissful feelings. I envisioned her on her knees in front of me, my cock plunging into her mouth. I thought of my hands holding her head in place as I slowly stroked in and out of her mouth, looking down at her and watching her face go red with embarrassment as I found out just how much she loved sucking on me.
I moved over to the bed and slipped up onto it, sitting back against the headboard with a pillow behind me. My hand quickly returned to stroking my shaft as I closed my eyes to feel everything. At some point, I heard a noise out in the hall and gave a small smile, realizing that she was watching me. It only made my cock that much harder and I increased my stroking, moving up and down it's long length.
I moaned softly, but with ever increasing volume as my orgasm approached. It didn't take long before I came and it was a strong one, shooting cum up onto my chest and neck before simply oozing onto my hand. I slowed my fist as I milked my shaft and ran it up and over the head. My eyes were still closed as my breathing returned to more normal and I heard soft whimpering from the doorway.
I exhaled sharply, signaling I was done and when I opened my eyes, she was gone. I slipped on my pajama bottoms and a t-shirt and walked back downstairs, wondering where Sarah was. I heard dishes clinking in the kitchen and realized she was rinsing the dishes, putting them into the dishwasher. I slipped into the kitchen, but she didn't turn towards me.
"So, what's the plan for tomorrow?" I asked softly. "Are you taking me to the university?"
"Yeah," she answered, embarrassed. I don't think she liked the fact that I turned her on so much. It scared her. But she couldn't help it.
"What time do we need to leave?" I moved closer to her, leaning on the counter just behind her, and looked her up and down. She was wearing a robe now, as if ready to go to bed. It was long, coming almost down to the floor, but really showed her trim waist well. It was obviously tied tightly around her.
"Noon should be fine." She still didn't turn towards me, obviously too embarrassed or too scared to see me again, maybe wondering what might happen. But that was exactly what I wanted. I walked up behind her and put my hands on her hips. She shivered in my grasp, as if startled or... excited.
