Alicia's anger had dissipated now. Some of it had fled during her first orgasm as she felt him come in her mouth. She'd been stroking her soft cock and felt a shiver of release pass through her as he spilled over her tongue. She'd held him in her mouth then, moving her lips and tongue again over his shaft even as his first load began running down her chin. He was young and, given his enthusiasm, she was confident he'd be rock hard again soon. She wasn't disappointed and once he was again quivering in excitement she'd stood, turned.
"Fuck me, here" presenting her tight hole to his already dripping cock. He had obliged her, of course, and fucked her hard, lasting longer this time but eventually releasing a second load deep inside of her. She came harder that time, without touching herself, legs trembling as she braced herself against the stall wall and as she did she felt the last of her anger wash away as the wave of pleasure passed through her. He had sagged against her, exhausted, at least temporarily. She'd pulled forward gently, letting him fall out of her and then twisted under his weight. Once facing him she'd gently grasped his flaccid cock, wiping it over her thigh just below her own. Then she'd slipped out from between him and the wall, unlocked the stall door and simply left, leaving him still trying to catch his breath.
Now she sat in her car on the driveway thinking about what she'd done. She'd acted impulsively, yes, but not without premeditation. She'd known exactly where she was going when she had slammed the front door, exactly what she was going to do. She just couldn't believe she'd followed through. She shifted slightly in the seat. She'd retrieved her knickers from the footwell of the car and pulled them on before she drove home, keen to contain as much of the young man's cum as she could. Now she thought maybe it would be best to go straight to the shower when she got in, wash away the evidence.
No, she'd come this far... She'd been angry, yes, at Dave's indifference to her, at his infuriating "so-laid-back-he's-nearly-horizontal" attitude. At the fact he hadn't fucked her in months. She was pushing 45, greying now, but still hot, she knew. Tight arse and stomach, high, round breasts. She still drew glances from men, and occasional women, far her junior. She'd known she wouldn't have any problem picking up some willing soul in the bar. So yes, she'd been angry, but she hadn't done it out of spite or some need for 'revenge'. She'd just wanted to do something that would give him a boot up the fucking arse. Shake his world up a bit. And, she admitted to herself, she'd enjoyed it. The seduction. Leaning into the stranger at the bar. Touching him more and more boldly as they talked, until eventually her hand was at the crotch of his trousers, stroking his erection through the fabric. "Follow me." The thought of what it might do to Dave also excited her, though it was tinged with a good deal of nervousness. Maybe she shouldn't have taken it so far. Could have settled for letting him catch her masturbating over some lewd video. Certainly shouldn't have let the stranger cum in her... Twice.
She swallowed her nerves. "Fuck it" And marched to the front door.
Dave was in the same position he'd been in when she'd stormed out, sprawled on the couch in boxers and a t-shirt from a gig they'd once gone to together. He still looked good too, she admitted grudgingly, despite eating crap and never, as far as she could remember, working out a day in his life. A full head of curly jet-black hair graced his head, his body still slim, though perhaps with the hint of paunch growing around his middle now. His bright eyes looked at her now, accusing, hurt.
"Alicia, where the fuck have you been!? It's been hours, I was about to..."
"About to what?" she snapped, "Get off your fucking arse and do something about it?" A flash of the anger she had felt earlier was returning now but she calms herself, walking slowly across the room towards him.
"Alicia, where have you been?" he repeats, less accusatory, more placating. He senses something in her then, a power that makes him nervous.
"I went to Connor's, Dave. Had a drink. Or two." she drapes herself over him as she says this, a hand running easily through his curled hair, her lips inches from his. He can smell the alcohol on her hot breath but also a sweet metallic undertone, subtle but unmistakable. His eyes widen in shocked understanding.
