Single Life After Divorce Pt 04

The Single Life After Divorce, Part 4

The Aid

"So, I have a confession to make," Vicki said. She and Emmanuelle were sitting on Emmanuelle's deck once again, looking over the beautiful Pacific Ocean a week after their last interview. The sun was overhead, slowly creeping westward, and driving the shadow back that was currently covering them. In another hour, they'd be basking in its warmth.

Emmanuelle brought her iced tea to her lips and took a sip. "Mmmm... do tell," she said. She was wearing a black bikini today, with the white cover-up again. Vicki could swear that this one was even smaller than the teal one she wore last time.

"Well, I hope you won't be mad or anything, but... while I was working on my article, I was playing back our interview from last week... and... and my boyfriend heard it... and..."

"And?" Emmanuelle asked, getting very interested in this confession.

"Well... let me just say that we had the best sex ever that night," Vicki giggled.

"Mmm... that sounds lovely," Emmanuelle said softly, smiling. Knowing that someone had sex because of her, thinking about her, was a huge turn on. And maybe her flirting with Vicki was starting to pay off. "Is he... large?" she asked, licking her lips.

Vicki blushed. "Yeah... he's pretty big. And he knows how to use it."

"Did you play the others, too?" Emmanuelle was stroking her inner thigh, sliding so close to her mound as Vicki watched. She was getting so turned on by this confession that she was going to need some relief soon.

Vicki blushed even more. "Yes... God, I hope you don't mind. He just... he wanted to hear them after hearing the first. They really turned him on. I'm so embarrassed."

"Oh, don't be embarrassed," Emmanuelle said. "It's a natural reaction. And sex is a very beautiful act. I may have to interview you and get some of the very juicy details."

They both giggled.

"That would be different," Vicki said. "Before I tell you all the deep secrets of my sex life, though, why don't I interview you first." She reached into her purse and pulled out her recorder, setting it on the small table between them.

"As you wish," Emmanuelle said, somewhat disappointed. She kept her fingers stroking her inner thigh, just barely touching the edge of her bathing suit. That material was so thin... and she was just an inch away...

Vicki started the recorder. "This is Vicki Valentina from Southern California Scene magazine interviewing Emmanuelle. This is our fourth and final interview covering the dating scene in southern California. Thank you again for speaking with me, Emmanuelle."

"Definitely my pleasure, Vicki."

"In our last interview, we talked about the first unexpected date you've had since you divorced," Vicki started. She smiled, remembering listening to that interview with her boyfriend and the ensuing sex. "I was thinking... sorry, I was thinking that for our last time together, we'd talk about your most recent date."

"Mmm... yes... my most recent date was just last week as a matter of fact," Emmanuelle said, nodding.

"That recent? Very nice. Tell me all about it." Vicki looked completely interested.

"Yes, it was very nice," Emmanuelle said. "So, it all started when I joined a service to get a few groceries and things delivered every week. It's specifically a service for older adults."

"Yeah," Vicki said, nodding. "I've heard of services like that."

"I thought I would try it since it was inexpensive and I didn't have that much to buy in general. Well... a nice young man came to the door just that afternoon."

*****

I was sitting here on the deck, working on a cross-word puzzle when the door bell rang. I was wearing a robe, with nothing on underneath. I had been wearing my bathing suit, but after showering, had decided to relax in just my robe until dinner. When the door bell rang, I answered it to find a lovely young man standing there with two bags in his arms.

"Hi," he said. "I'm Andrew and I have the groceries you ordered."

"Thank you!" I said smiling. He was maybe 30 at most, blond hair, a scruffy beard. He looked... mmm... absolutely delicious. "And would you be a dear and bring them to the kitchen for me?"

"Um... sure," he said. He seemed a little shy.

As he walked past I looked him up and down, getting a good look at this fine young man. I closed the door and followed him as he walked into the kitchen, grabbing a cane I kept in the corner from a previous surgery and using to seem even more helpless. Then he helped me put things away.

"So Andrew... are you new? I haven't see you before," I asked.

"Um... I actually interned with this company over the summer," he said, putting a container up in the cupboards, "and they had a position open up so I decided to apply for it. And, I guess I'd already built up trust, so they gave me the position. I'll be honest, this is my first run that I've done for them. So... still pretty new."

"Well that's nice. Are you just making deliveries to this neighborhood? Do you go other places around town?"

"Uh... yeah, my coverage area is pretty wide," he said. He finished putting things away and folded up the bags for me.

"Are you married?" I asked. "I don't see a wedding ring on that finger." One of my rules before I start really seducing someone is to make sure they're not married. I don't want to be a homewrecker.

"I've got a pretty steady relationship that I've been in for a minute." He paused for a moment, looking around and making sure that everything was put away and cleaned up. "I'm uh... I'm all done... here. Uh. I should be back right about the same time next week. If there's anything else you need just be sure you put it on that order slip next time."

"Well... actually I could use your help right now," I said, grabbing onto the counter. "I've been having problems with my hip, if you could just help me to my bedroom."

"Oh, yeah... sure... I can do that," he said, quickly taking my arm.

"Could you get my cane for me?" He grabbed it in his free hand and helped me walk, slowly, back to my bedroom. He set me on the end of the bed and then took my offered cane from my hand. "Thank you. Could you put my cane over there?"

"Oh... yeah, sure," he said and leaned the cane in the corner, beside the bed.

"And my slippers, too? Would you help me with them?" I asked, giggling to myself as he knelt down in front of me and noticed that the sash around my robe was a little loose and I was showing a bit more skin than I should. I even parted my knees a little to make sure he could see my bare pussy. I loved it when he blushed and looked away.

"Thank you," I said as he stood and took them to the side of the bed.

"Just put them right here?" he asked.

"Yes, please," I said. "So... I was wondering... maybe you'd like to earn a little something extra."

"Oh... no, it's no problem," he said quickly. "You don't have to tip me or anything. I'm happy to help."

"I know you are, dear boy. But," I said, groaning a little, feigning pain in my hip. "My regular massage therapist wasn't available today and I could really use the help. I'll make it worth your time, of course."

"Um... that's very generous of you," he said. "I... I'm not sure that would be... um... something that I should..."

"Well, think of it as being my little helper," I said.

"I... what I can do is call the center and they can have someone come out that's... uh...." I had him very nervous now. He knew I was practically throwing myself at him. "You know my certifications aren't...."

"Sweetheart, I'm sure you'll be just fine," I said. "I'm positive of it. All I need is a strong young man to give me a massage. Please. It really helps the circulation and gets the blood flow going to my limbs. The massage oil is right over there." He was so close to agreeing. I was winning. "Please, I know you can help." I turned away from him and started untying the sash of my robe. I showed him that I expected him to agree to help.

"Yes... ok... why not. Uh... this stuff right here?" He was standing by the nightstand picking up the oil I had sitting on it.

"Yes," I said, without even looking back. I was smiling, knowing that he was getting so entangled in my little web. I opened my robe and pulled it down to expose myself from the waist up. I could feel my nipples getting so hard and sensitive.

Andrew must have seen that I had my robe down. "Um," he said nervously behind me.

"I thought we'd start with my shoulders," I suggested so innocently.

"Um... ok..." I could smell the oil as he squirted some into his palm to warm it up. Then he put his hands on my shoulder, massaging it in front and in back.

"Oh... goodness," I moaned softly. "That feels really good... I really need this... Mmmm." After a minute or so of having my shoulders massaged, I was hungry for more. "You know what you could really help me with? My thighs." I smiled again as I heard his breathing catch in his throat. I pulled my robe off completely and tossed it aside. I was completely naked now, and lay down on my stomach with my feet and ass towards him.

I could hear his breathing and his movement. He applied more oil to his hands as he looked down on my body. I just knew he was getting excited seeing me naked. And then he touched the back of my thighs. His hands were so strong and he rubbed and squeezed the muscles there. I could feel my pussy juices practically dripping from my slit.

"You're being really quiet," I said. "But I want you to know you're doing a wonderful job."

"Thank you," he said.

"You know what else you could do?" I asked, ready to move this forward even more. "You could really rub my butt. That's where it hurts the most. Right where the leg and butt meet. All those muscles around my hip... it would feel good. Really get up in there." I smiled as he hesitated, wondering if he should do this or not. I could feel him getting more and more excited, especially when I slightly spread my legs, exposing my asshole and pussy to him more directly.

He started rubbing my butt on both sides, his strong hands squeezing and kneading them, digging into the muscles there. I could feel him spreading my cheeks apart, and almost felt his hot gaze on my most private parts. I loved knowing that he was looking down on me... wanting me. I loved knowing he was getting hard for me.

"Oh, my muscles are so tight there. Yeah... deeper," I moaned, completely enjoying his hands on my body. I could tell he was so excited and embarrassed. But he never waivered. He kept doing just as I asked, like a good boy. "Mmmm... that's it... deeper. You know, when I was your age I used to play a lot of sports. You play any sports Andrew?"

"N... no," he answered, nervously.

"Hmmm... you seem very fit. Do you like hiking?" His hands felt so incredible on my ass that I started thinking of other places I'd like to feel them.

"Yeah... I... uh... I've hiked a little bit. It's been a while, though," he said.

"Well, I used to love hiking... until I hurt my hip of course. But I remember how sore my feet used to get and how much I loved to have them massaged, too." I turned over and exposed my naked body to him. "Would you be a dear and rub my feet?" I asked.

He didn't know where to look or what to say. He took the foot I offered him, lifting it up, and began massaging it. It felt incredible enough, but the look on his face was the most precious thing ever. Now I could see just how embarrassed and excited he was.

"That's nice," I said. His thumbs pressed into the sole of my foot and it made me moan softly. At first, my other foot was resting on the bed. But as he massaged the other, I lifted it up and touched his thigh with it. Then I slowly slid it over and onto his very hard cock, teasing him with it.

"Oooh... nice and hard," I smiled. He closed his eyes for a moment and I wondered if he was going to have an orgasm right then and there. I slid my foot between his legs and stroked his balls with the top of my foot. He was breathing so hard... he was so excited.

"Tell me that you're throbbing for me," I said.

"Oh, God, I'm... I'm so... hard... right now." I loved how embarrassed he was, barely even able to admit he was hard for me.

"I will take very good care of that. But first... you can worship every inch of my body," I said. "And this is where you can start. You need to take each toe... one at a time... and lightly suckle on them."

He took my foot and lifted it in front of his face and slowly licked each toe. I hadn't had many lovers who would love my feet like this but oh how wonderful it felt! And watching him obey my every command was making me dripping wet. "Yeah... take your time... and look at me as you do it." He licked and sucked on each toe, working his way across my foot as I watched him.

"Yes... suck really hard on them. That-a-boy. Yeah, get in between those toes. Why don't you slip that tongue in between, just like that. Mmmm, tongue fuck those toes. Mmmm... mmhmmm." It was so incredibly sexy watching him suck on my toes, watching his tongue slide around and between them. God, I was going to cum just from that alone! "Yeah... now lick the soles... and work your way up. See? You do know how to make a woman feel good," I said, moaning softly. He was making me feel very good indeed and I really wanted his tongue on my pussy.

"I want you to lick your way up my leg until you find the spot you like most." I smiled at him when our eyes met. He knew exactly where I wanted his tongue and he looked at my pussy with a longing I hadn't seen in a long time. I sat up and grabbed him, pulling him into a deep kiss. Then, suddenly, he pushed me to my back and fell with me, never breaking our kiss. His lips tasted so good and then he kissed my neck, right on that sensitive spot I love so much. I had goosebumps he was teasing me so well.

His lips trailed over my collar bone and then down onto my chest, raking over my nipples. His tongue licked and swirled over it before he sucked on it. It was so wonderful! He teased both nipples before moving even lower, kissing down to my bellybutton and licking there. The tip of his tongue pressed against it, and I imagined how it would feel if it treated my clit the same way.

"Mmmmm, worship every inch of me," I said.

"Every inch," he moaned as he licked and kissed my stomach.

He then moved back to my leg and began kissing my knee, slowly moving down onto my thigh.

"Start slow... make me want it. Mmm... press those soft lips against my inner thigh."

He slowly licked down to the top of my leg, giving me shivers in anticipation, then he licked the other side, totally jumping right over my pussy.

"Mmhmm... oh... oh, you've got me so wet. Look at that fat pussy. God, you have to give me that tongue!" He slid his tongue over my labia and flicked my clit with the tip, and I practically screamed in pleasure. "Yeah, just like that!"

I loved giving him directions on how to pleasure me. The control... and seeing him follow my commands... and the pleasure he gave me... were intoxicating.

"Spread me open... more... just like that... just like that," I said as he used his thumbs to pull my labia apart and really expose my pretty pink pussy. I was so fucking wet and he looked like he was practically drooling for me. "Shove your tongue up my hole... all the way up... yeah... deep inside my pussy. Oh my God!" I moaned as I felt his tongue dig deep inside me, driving into me again and again and then swirl over my pussy.

"Oh God, that's it. Slide your tongue over my fat pussy lips... and suck on my clit." I was so close now and I needed stimulation right on my clit before I went crazy. And he obliged. He licked and sucked my labia and then moved right up to my clit, sliding his tongue over and around it, practically spelling out the whole goddamned alphabet on it, sending me over the edge. I came so fucking hard.

"Oh Andrew," I said, breathing hard as I came down from my orgasm. "I think you should be my regular care giver. Then you can do this every week. You certainly know how to massage a pussy. That felt so nice."

I sat up and reached for his pants, kissing him as I unfastened them and pulled them down. His cock was so hard inside that I had a little trouble getting it free. But when I did, I was nicely rewarded. He was amazingly hard... and his cock was beautiful.

"Pull your pants down. Mmmm... that's a good boy." He helped me push then down and step out of them. Then he took off his shirt as I stroked his shaft. "Let me suck that cock of yours," I moaned, stroking him. "Put my hot, wet mouth on you... lick every bit of your shaft. Mmmm... oh man, that's nice Andrew. Yeah, I'm going to make you cum so hard for me."

He bent forward and kissed me while I gave him a slow handjob, feeling his hardness in my hands. I can't tell you how good that felt. "Just having you hard in my hand like this... Ooh, I love it. Do you love having my hand on your cock?" I asked, teasing him. He groaned and closed his eyes for a moment, obviously loving how good it felt. I pushed him back until he was standing again and bent forward towards his erection. "How about when my mouth is super close."

"God I want to be in your mouth," he groaned.

I giggled and got up on my hands and knees, rising up to kiss him again while still stroking him. Then I dropped back down, opened my mouth, and slowly slid him deep inside. I could feel him moving his hips forward and back, slowly, helping me slide up and down his shaft as I caressed his balls with my hand.

"I'm going to take good care of you Andrew," I said. "Do you like my mouth on you? Oh, I think you do. You like it when I go slow." I took him in my mouth again, moving up and down his shaft, giving him a nice, slow, sensual blowjob.

"Oh my God," he moaned.

"Mmhmm, that's it baby. Let me take good care of you," I said stroking him. I slid the tip of his cock around my lips and then let it slide just inside my mouth for a moment to suck on the head. "I love having your cock right here on my lips. Can you imagine cumming on my face right here? Right on my lips? And watch it dribble into my mouth?"

"Fuck!" he groaned excitedly. But I didn't want him to cum quite yet. I needed him inside me.

I turned away from him, and looked back to watch him admire my ass again. "Maybe this first though," I said. I watched him grab his shaft as he moved closer to me. I backed towards the edge of the bed, to give him even easier access. I felt his cock touch my wetness, felt him slide the head up and down my slit, getting it all wet. But at the same time, he was driving me crazy!

"Oh, you're teasing me... God yes!" I was so fucking wet and ready for him. It had been a little while since I'd been fucked and I needed it badly. "I want you in me," I said, moving my hips from side to side enticingly. "Please!"

It was me begging now. I wanted it that badly. And when he pressed the head inside me... I was in heaven. "Oh, yes!" I moaned, feeling him push deeper and deeper. And then he grabbed my hips and started fucking me. "Oh goodness! Oh that's great! Oh yeah... oh yeah," I moaned. "Oh you're doing it just right... just like that. Oh yeah!"

Then he reached around and started playing with my clit at the same time! Fuck! That felt incredible!

"Oh yes... rub my clit... That's it... oh yeah... this is good. That's what I like. My pussy is so wet... so wet isn't it?"

"Yeah... it's so wet... and it feels so good on my cock," he moaned, sliding in and out a little faster now.

"That is nice... So you do like my pussy? I knew you would... I knew you would." I loved how his cock felt inside me, fucking me, sliding so deep one minute and then fast and shallow the next. God! "Oh, go slow for a minute... not as deep. That's what I like. That's perfect."

I needed to see him, to see his excitement, to see his lust for me. So I pulled away from him, releasing him from my pussy for a second and then turned over and sat. I reached out and slid my fingers around his wet shaft. "Oh, yes! Look at that," I said, slowly stroking it again.