My wife had asked me to ring Vivienne Smith back to let her bonk if I could do her a favour. We had got to know Vivienne quite well over the past few years as her son was at the same school as mine. Both boys, now approaching their 20th birthdays, had started university conclusion month. My son at Birmingham 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 take some things up to Finlay following time I was going to Leicester for work, which I did every 3 weeks or so. I said yes, I'd be pleased to and that I was going up following Monday. We arranged that I would call in on my way up Monday dawning about 10am.
It was just before 9am when I rang her doorbell, Vivienne answered wearing a gown and slipper with her hair wrapped in a towel. She apologised saying she had just stepped out of the shower, I apologised for being former but wanted to get booked into my hotel before meeting up with my colleagues. She asked me in and said she would get the things for Finlay ready.
I noticed that she was alone, her hubby target normally worked form menage. He's away again she said, two week in Taiwan this time. 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 noblewoman with shoulder duration brown fuzz, nice figure considering she'd had two kids.
As she came down she had not changed out of her robe and I caught a coup d'oeil her black thong, not visible from behind as it was deep between her bum cheeks. Here we are she said, showing me the box and its contents. A couple of books some sweets, chocolate and hair product. Also, some expensive looking face cream. Finlay had always taken upkeep of his appearance so it wasn't a surprise to my wife or me finale year 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 summer either at a bbq or drinks party we were at.
She thanked me again for taking these things for her, I put my hand on her berm and said it was no problem and looked forward to hearing how Finlay was getting on. Vivienne started to cry almost as soon as my words left my mouth. I pulled her in for a nestle asking what was wrong.
Through snag and sniffles she explained that scratch had virtually disowned Finlay after he had come out, and that other than driving him to Leicester for the start of term he didn't want to see him. Vivienne went on to say that she couldn't travel up there herself as there was no one to look after Jude her immature son. I told her not to concern and that before she knew it term would be over and Finlay would be home for Christmas Day. She hugged me tightly and said she wished Mark was so understanding.
I am only about 6 column inch taller than Vivienne so when she looked up at me our faces were close, before I knew it she was kissing me quite gently but with real meaning. I pulled away momentarily and then kissed her back. My workforce roaming over he back and discovering the thong, I slipped my fingers underneath it and grabbed her right bum cheek.
Within a few moment Vivienne had dragged me into the couch, pushed me onto the lounge and was wrestling with my belt. As she did so she was talking really quickly saying that St. Mark and her didn't have a loving human relationship and she hadn't had sex in over 2 twelvemonth.
Once my knock was undone she took my trousers off, then she stood and undid the belt on her gown, it fell to the floor, she kicked off her slider and pluck the towel from her principal. In this meter, I managed to exact off my shoes, air-sleeve, pant and was unbuttoning my shirt to reveal my hairy chest. Vivienne sighed as she put her human face against me and begged me to make erotic love to her. We were corresponding stripling on heating plant and it wasn't long before she was bouncing up and down on my cock grunting like a woman possessed. I had had a vasectomy so ploughed on fucking her until I came trench inside her.
It was then that she realised just what we had done, we had only taken about quarter of an hour to go from admirer to lovers. Her nerve 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 fine, graspable under the circumstances. With the pressure, she was under no one could blame her. I reassured her that I can keep a secret and that no one would learn what happened from me.
After she calmed down we dressed and she saw me to the door, gave me a buss on the cheek and said she hoped she hadn't ruined our friendly relationship. I once again told her it was exquisitely and that I would let her screw how Finlay was later. She had written down Finlay's mobile routine so I could dress to drop off the box of treat.
As I neared Leicestershire one of my work colleague called me to say that the meeting was postponed to tomorrow, I explained that I was already on my way and that I would delay the night anyway and see them first thing.
After reaching the hotel I booked in and carried my clobber to my way. Then I sent Finlay a text asking him if he'd like to snap up a repast tonight, my kickshaw. I knew what misfortunate diet's students had and thought the chance of a good meal would be welcome. He texted back almost immediately and we arranged for me to pick him up at 6pm. I then hit the inhouse gym, pocket billiards and sauna and had a relaxing afternoon.
Bang on 6pm I pulled up outside Finlay's student family, he was waiting in the room access 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 saucy short sleeved shirt, his blond hair was trimmed and tidy. I suggested we head back to my hotel as I could put the repast on expenses and let work pay, then I would drop him back with his box of dainty from his mum. He thanked me again for the offer and off we went.
Soon after we were sat down and with beer in hired man I quickly took a flick of him and we sent it to Vivienne with a short eminence of explanation. She replied saying that I had been too kind to her already and now to Finlay too. Finlay caught sight 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 sort to his mum. I told him that it was nada. As the meal went on Finlay had two Sir Thomas More beers, while I stuck to the water on the mesa. He told me about how he was enjoying the course, he had made some good friends and was well-chosen at uni. I asked him if he had made any special friends yet, giving him a cheeky grin. He said not yet but there were some well-favored guy wire on the athletics squad, we laughed. He told me that although his roommate was mindful he was gay he didn't want to get a reputation for bringing cat back, so having"fun"was tricky.
I remained tranquil 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 way to have got his fun in. As he blushed again I noticed how risque his eyes are. He replied and said that he was grateful for my offer, he dropped his head and said he would bang to be able to select me up on it.
We finished the meal in silence, I paid and said let's go and take in his box from my room and then I would run him back to his jab. As we walked down the corridor Finlay didn't face at me once, so when we reached my room I asked him if I had offended him and if I had I was very sorry. 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 eccentric. He paused again and said he liked older guys.
The silence in the elbow room was deafening as I slowly tried to translate what Finlay meant. Then like a slap in the side it hit me and I found myself lost for words. In a weird repeat situation to this aurora Finlay began to cry like his mother had done that morning. Whether it was me being agnate or something profoundly 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 briefly and then kissed again.
The backup on his face was open to see. My emotions were running angry. In my past I had been with guys, but goose egg since I had met my wife and that was over 25 class ago. This prison term Finlay took the lead and laid me on the bed, he immediately began to take my shoes and windsock off, then turned to my belt and trousers. Once they were off he carefully unbuttoned my shirt and ran his fingerbreadth through my thorax fuzz saying how much he liked"bears ”.
With lone my briefs on I lay there and watched as Finlay stood and slowly began to denude off all his clothes. As each piece came off he revealed more and Thomas More of his beautiful toned Young body. Finally, as he slipped off his boxer shorts I could see his tan line and his erect hairless smooth prick. Now he said I want to see your cock. I looked down and my tool was tenting in my pant, he pulled them off with a moving picture 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 separate me what you want me to do.
Kiss me again I said, then go down on my tool. He kissed me quickly then sucked my tool into his mouth and swirled his lingua around and around. I looked down and laughed out gimcrack mentation that only a thing of hours earlier my cock had been inside his female parent's kitty. H estopped sucking and asked me what was so rum. I just said I was laughing at my luck. I told him to carry on but not to look to be going home soon.
Part 2 if you like it .