39 And Holding Him

An eBook By Robin Slick.

"Okay, Susan." He smiled, "because you're anything but old. I will see you on Monday."

With that, he shook my hand again. Oh, to feel him touching me, I hadn't felt so giddy in a long time. I'd been a career woman far too long with no man in my life, no suitors, and only the odd bit of echoey flirtation. That day I felt on fire, it wasn't comfortable, it wasn't a happy-smiley feeling, it was intense and passionate and bordering on the painful but I felt and that was the brilliance of it.

I berated myself all the way home for breaking the rules. I shouldn't have told him he'd got the job then and there, but I knew he would have other interviews and consequently other work offers and I wanted him at ShopingSmart with me. He was the best candidate for the job, none of the few left impressed me more than he did but I still felt that maybe I'd let my pussy make all the decisions. They say men think with their dicks, well I can now confirm that women can think with their genitals, too. Not that he'd want to get anywhere near my old woman genitals with his young, athletic penis. At forty-five, I was twice his age and that thought made me feel even older. * * * * I had close to a week to recover from meeting James, and I thought I was doing fairly well. I had convinced myself I had made a professional decision, that my hormones were just playing up and that training would not be a problem. All that went off the roof and plunging to its destruction on the tarmac below when I saw him again.

He was casually dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans but he still managed to look smart. He stood out from the other trainees who looked scruffy and half-asleep with the nine AM start.

As I went into my training spiel (thank God we have a high turnover of employees and I know this training session of by heart), I tried my best to ignore him.I tried to ignore the heat generated inside me from his mere presence. I thought I was actually doing quite well at one point, then he put his hand up to ask a question and I had to look into those eyes. I know it's clichéd, but his eyes hypnotised me, drew me in, made me feel like walking up to him and grabbing a handful of his top to pull his lips against mine and to kiss the hell out of the poor young boy. Remember that, I told myself, he's just a boy. By the end of the day, I was totally frazzled. My nipples we're so over sensitised that just the rub of my sensible cotton bra made them crinkle with delight. My knickers were soaked, I felt like the world could smell how hot and aroused I was by this young scrap of a boy and what worried me more was I didn't really care, in fact I quite liked feeling so sluttish.

I felt a twinge of sadness as I drove home. I wasn't likely to see much of James as he'd be on the tills in the store and, more often than not, I would be stuck in my office, taking interviews. I may catch a glimpse of him now and then but that was it. The common sense and mature part of me felt that this was a good thing and that maybe I would stop acting so silly and get back to my normal sensible self, however the romantic in me, well the Sexual Susan in me, was upset. She wanted to push him into the broom closet, rip down his pants and eagerly suck upon his young virile cock until it spurted obscenely into her mouth.

I had never felt so sexual before. Sure, I'd had boyfriends, I'd had sex and, yes, liked it, but I had never felt anything so raw, so primal, and so naughty. I got home that night and went straight to my bed. I lay there and ripped off my panties, feeling the soaked material in my fingers before throwing them carelessly away. I hitched up my skirt, spread my legs, and fucked myself. My fingers easily slipped inside my hot pussy. I was so wet that I could hear a slurping noise every time I screwed my fingers in and out of my hole.

I imagined it was his young cock filling me. I imagined his hard body hovering over me, his eyes gazing deep into my own, his soft lips pressing against mine and his tongue stabbing into my mouth as his cock stabbed into my pussy. I came fast, hard and juicily. I roared in my release and blushed when I realised I had...

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