My wife had asked me to ring Vivienne David Smith back to let her have it off if I could do her a party favour. We had got to know Vivienne quite well over the past few years as her son was at the like school as mine. Both boys, now approaching their 20th natal day, had started university last month. My son at Pittsburgh of the South and Vivienne's son Finlay was going to Leicester.
I rang Vivienne up and asked how I could help. She explained that my wife suggested I might be able-bodied to pack some affair up to Finlay next clock time I was going to Leicestershire for work, which I did every 3 weeks or so. I said yes, I'd be pleased to and that I was going up next Monday. We arranged that I would prognosticate in on my way up Mon morning about 10am.
It was just before 9am when I rang her doorbell, Vivienne answered wearing a robe and slippers with her pilus wrapped in a towel. She apologised saying she had just stepped out of the shower, I apologised for being early but wanted to get booked into my hotel before meeting up with my confrere. She asked me in and said she would get the things for Finlay ready.
I noticed that she was alone, her hubby Mark normally worked physique family. He's away again she said, two week in China this fourth dimension. I waited in the hallway while she dashed upstairs, her robe barely covering her bum as she ascended. Hmm nice I thought. Vivienne was an attractive gentlewoman with articulatio humeri length brown hair, nice chassis considering she'd had two kids.
As she came down she had not changed out of her robe and I caught a glimpse her black thong, not visible from behind as it was deep between her bum nerve. Here we are she said, showing me the box and its contents. A couple of books some sweets, chocolate and hairsbreadth product. Also, some expensive looking face pick. Finlay had always taken care of his show so it wasn't a surprisal to my wife or me final stage class when my son told us that Finlay had told everyone he was gay. I recall though that his dad never spoke of it over the summertime either at a bbq or drinks company we were at.
She thanked me again for taking these things for her, I put my hired hand on her shoulder and said it was no trouble and looked forward to hearing how Finlay was getting on. Vivienne started to cry almost as soon as my words left my oral cavity. I pulled her in for a snuggle asking what was wrong.
Through weeping and sniffles she explained that soft touch had virtually disowned Finlay after he had come out, and that early than driving him to Leicester for the starting time of term he didn't want to visit him. Vivienne went on to say that she couldn't traveling up there herself as there was no one to count after Jude her youngest son. I told her not to concern and that before she knew it term would be over and Finlay would be home plate for Christmas Day. She hugged me tightly and said she wished Mark was so empathise.
I am only about 6 inches grandiloquent than Vivienne so when she looked up at me our faces were come together, before I knew it she was kissing me quite gently but with tangible meaning. I pulled away momentarily and then kissed her back. My hand roaming over he back and discovering the flip-flop, I slipped my digit underneath it and grabbed her right bum impudence.
Within a few minutes Vivienne had dragged me into the lounge, pushed me onto the lounge and was wrestling with my belt. As she did so she was talking really quickly saying that Mark and her didn't have a loving relationship and she hadn't had sex in over 2 years.
Once my whang was undone she took my pant off, then she stood and undid the belt on her gown, it fell to the story, she kicked off her slippers and displume the towel from her heading. In this time, I managed to drive off my skid, wind sleeve, trousers and was unbuttoning my shirt to reveal my hairy chest. Vivienne sighed as she put her aspect against me and begged me to create honey to her. We were similar teenager on high temperature and it wasn't long before she was bouncing up and down on my stopcock grunting like a woman possessed. I had had a vasectomy so ploughed on fucking her until I came deep inside her.
It was then that she realised just what we had done, we had only taken about stern of an 60 minutes to go from admirer to buff. Her aspect fell again and she gabbled on about being sorry and what if our spouses found out. I stood up and held her tightly saying it was hunky-dory, understandable under the circumstances. With the pressure, she was under no one could pick her. I reassured her that I can keep on a secluded and that no one would determine what happened from me.
After she calmed down we dressed and she saw me to the door, gave me a kiss on the cheek and said she hoped she hadn't ruined our friendship. I once again told her it was fine and that I would let her know how Finlay was later. She had written down Finlay's Mobile number so I could arrange to drop off the box of goodies.
As I neared Leicester one of my work colleagues called me to say that the group meeting was postponed to tomorrow, I explained that I was already on my way and that I would stay the nighttime anyway and see them first thing.
After reaching the hotel I booked in and carried my clobber to my elbow room. Then I sent Finlay a text asking him if he'd like to grab a meal tonight, my goody. I knew what miserable diet's students had and thought the opportunity of a in force meal would be welcome. He texted back almost immediately and we arranged for me to clean him up at 6pm. I then hit the inhouse gym, syndicate and sweat room and had a relaxing afternoon.
Bang on 6pm I pulled up outside Finlay's scholarly person house, he was waiting in the doorway and quickly walked up and got in the car. As I said Finlay had always looked after his appearance and was wearing chinos and a smartness short sleeved shirt, his blonde hair was trimmed and tidy. I suggested we head back to my hotel as I could put the meal on expenses and let workplace pay, then I would drop him back with his box of goodies from his mum. He thanked me again for the whirl and off we went.
Soon after we were sat down and with beer in handwriting I quickly took a image of him and we sent it to Vivienne with a short circuit line of explanation. She replied saying that I had been too sort to her already and now to Finlay too. Finlay caught wad of her reply and asked what she meant. I flustered a bit and said that she and I had spoken about his dad not being very supportive since Finlay had come out.
Finlay blushed deep red, and thanked me for being kind to his mum. I told him that it was zilch. As the meal went on Finlay had two Thomas More beers, while I stuck to the H2O on the tabular array. He told me about how he was enjoying the course of study, he had made some good Quaker and was felicitous at uni. I asked him if he had made any special friends yet, giving him a cheeky smiling. He said not yet but there were some well-favoured guy wire on the sports teams, we laughed. He told me that although his roommate was cognisant he was gay he didn't want to get a reputation for bringing guy wire back, so having"fun"was tricky.
I remained quiet and just stared at him, then said that if he wanted to, Finlay could use my room. He looked puzzled and asked me what did I mean. I said that if he wanted somewhere to meet a guy and if I was up here for work he could use my room to induce his fun in. As he blushed again I noticed how drear his oculus are. He replied and said that he was grateful for my whirl, he dropped his head and said he would love to be able to shoot me up on it.
We finished the meal in quiet, I paid and said let's go and collect his box from my room and then I would run him back to his digs. As we walked down the corridor Finlay didn't look at me once, so when we reached my room I asked him if I had offended him and if I had I was very bad. As the threshold closed Finlay looked at me and started to say something about the guy he'd mentioned earlier, but stopped mid-sentence. I asked him to say it again. He sat on the sharpness of the bed and looked at me, he paused, swallowed and then said again that the guys at Uni weren't his type. He paused again and said he liked older guys.
The silence in the room was deafening as I slowly tried to understand what Finlay meant. Then like a smack in the face it hit me and I found myself lost for Good Book. In a eldritch repeat site to this morning Finlay began to cry like his female parent had done that morning. Whether it was me being parental or something bass I don't know, but I pulled Finlay up and hugged him. As the hug went on he stopped crying and began to relax. Then he pulled back and looked at me, we kissed very shortly and then kissed again.
The relief on his face was crystallize to see. My emotions were running idle. In my past I had been with guys, but nothing since I had met my wife and that was over 25 years ago. This time Finlay took the lead and laid me on the bed, he immediately began to take my shoes and sock off, then turned to my belt and trousers. Once they were off he carefully unbuttoned my shirt and ran his finger through my chest hair saying how much he liked"bears ”.
With only my legal brief on I lay there and watched as Finlay stood and slowly began to divest off all his clothes. As each man came off he revealed more and more of his beautiful toned Young organic structure. Finally, as he slipped off his boxer shorts I could see his tan seam and his erect hairless liquid cock. Now he said I want to see your cock. I looked down and my scratch was tenting in my pants, he pulled them off with a flick and my cock slapped against my belly. Finlay than lay next to me and said that he wanted to be my toy, and I could do anything to him that I wanted. He said just tell me what you want me to do.
candy kiss me again I said, then suck my pecker. He kissed me quickly then sucked my tool into his oral cavity and swirled his tongue around and around. I looked down and laughed out forte thinking that only a matter of hours earlier my pecker had been inside his female parent's twat. H estopped sucking and asked me what was so comical. I just said I was laughing at my luck. I told him to carry on but not to expect to be going home soon.
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