"I think I need glasses." I looked up to see a pair of sharp blue eyes almost cut through me. The tanned youth was tall and somehow rugged. His shirt was almost transparent, which considering the heat was understandable, but the very tight jeans was not. I was only wearing panties and bra under my tunic and that felt too much.
"Why do you think you need them."
"Cos' you should see some of the ruff I've been out with recently. No... like, I can't see the numbers on the buses anymore." I knew he would be trouble but I was the only one who could test him at that moment.
As we went up to the examination room, he made comments about my bottom. He quieted down during the actual examination, but became cheeky again afterwards.
"I wonder if I'll see more of your tits and ass when I've got glasses?"
"We'll see?" The cheeky lad looked less than 20 and I could easily be his mother. "I think I would rather see them now." One of his arms went around my waist, his other hand held my face to his.
The look in his eyes was hypnotic. I knew that he could do anything to me. His probing tongue forced my lips to open. I resisted, trying to turn away. But he was the stronger and more determined. His lips milked my mouth, his tongue danced over mine. My resolve weakened and my panties were getting wet, but with a flourish I managed to break off the kiss.
"Stop it, let me go. I'm Probably old enough to be your mother. I'm a married woman and my husband wouldn't like it." I hoped that this would stop him. "I an't gon't fuck your hubby, I'm going to fuck you." Once again his lips worked at mine. I felt the whole of his body pressing hard against me as he pinned me to the wall, his manly smell made me feel hot for him. My nipples were hard against his chest and his prick, hard against my belly. Again his tongue entered my mouth, it probed avidly, playing with mine.
That's as far as he goes, I thought. I was wrong for his hand had already undone the crutch level buttons to my tunic and were now on the thin material of my knickers. His fingers probed the soft mound and then went smoothly under the leg band to touch my silky pubic hairs. He expertly used a finger, pushing it into the crease at the top of my slit, sliding it in to find the bud of my hot and hard clit. I tried to move away from his questing finger, but it was useless and I felt his strong hands pulling and tugging at my panties, the only barrier protecting my honour.