A New Beginning
Loud music blared as Sandra pulled into the pub car park. The music got even louder when she opened
the car door. Through the window she could see the pub was crowded, everyone
seemed to be having such a good time. Sandra felt lonely and isolated, and for a
moment she considered going home. But she had already arranged to meet her
friend Karen for a drink, so she steeled herself and went inside. She stopped
just inside the door to check her appearance in a mirror on the wall. She was
reasonably happy with what she saw; shoulder-length dark reddish-brown hair, a
healthy, rosy complexion, sparkling blue-grey eyes; a decent figure for
forty-five, breasts large but still firm, nice ass and good legs; not too much
of a belly. All shown off to good effect in a short black dress, plenty of
cleavage, sheer black hose and her most expensive pair of heels.
Her
confidence renewed, Sandra approached the bar. As she crossed the room, she
heard Karen call out from the far end of the bar. Sandra nearly turned and fled
when she saw Karen was with a group of people, but before she could move Karen
had come up and given her a hug. Hooking one arm around Sandra's waist, Karen
led her over to be introduced. As it turned out, Karen's friends were all work
colleagues, teachers, and Sandra's spirits sank when she realised she was the
outsider and would have nothing to contribute to the conversation. But they were
a friendly bunch, one of the men bought her a drink, and Sandra soon started to
relax.
As the evening wore on, everyone had had quite a skinful. Karen
was on form, loud but amusing, coarse but witty. Inevitably, Sandra was starting
to feel the outsider once more, as most of the conversation revolved around
school. Sandra had moved to the edge of the group and jumped when suddenly
someone touched her shoulder from behind. She turned to see a young good-looking
lad speaking at her, but because of the music she couldn't hear a word he was
saying. He leaned closer and put his mouth to her ear.
"You're Matt's
mum, right?" he shouted, almost inaudibly.
"That's right," Sandra
replied, recognition starting to dawn. "You're Lee, aren't you?"
"Liam,
actually," he corrected her. "How is Matt? Haven't seen him since we left
school."
And so they chatted, in that strange, hoarse shout that people
adopt in noisy clubs and pubs. Sandra found herself warming to Liam, he was
polite, friendly, interesting and, it suddenly occurred to her, quite good
looking. His dark hair, limpid brown eyes and tanned skin made a stimulating
combination.
"Let's go into the other bar," Liam suggested. "We might be
able to find a seat." Sandra looked around, but Karen and her friends were
engrossed in some torrid tale of school, so looked back at Liam and
nodded.
The other bar was much quieter, and they found a small table by
the window. Sandra sat down and Liam went to get them both another drink. For
the first time that evening Sandra had a few moments to herself to reflect. It
occurred to her that this situation was a bit strange. Here she was, in a fairly
cosy, if not intimate situation, with a young man half her age. One of her son's
friends, in fact. What the hell, at last she was actually starting to relax.
Liam seemed like a nice lad, she could have a couple of drinks with him, and
then head off home for an early night.
Two hours and several drinks
later, Sandra and Liam were pretty much plastered, and she felt totally
comfortable in his company. They were chatting like old pals, and the difference
in their ages had become completely irrelevant. The table was small, enforcing
intimacy, knees touching, faces only inches apart. 'I could kiss him,' an idle
thought wandered across Sandra's mind. A distant part of her found this amusing
and slightly shocking, but a more calculating part of her found it exciting.
Sandra realised she was actually quite aroused. "Fancy a coffee?" she asked,
nonchalantly. Liam sat and stared at her for a long, long second, and Sandra
knew she had just done something incredibly stupid. But then a big smile spread
across Liam's face as he said "Yeah, why not?"
Sandra was in no state to
drive, so they called a taxi. They sat close together in the back of the cab,
like old lovers. Liam's leg was pressed firmly against Sandra's thigh, and when
he rested his hand on her leg, she made no complaint. Sandra considered starting
things in the back of the taxi, but the driver seemed to be keeping an eye on
them in his mirror, and she still felt slightly odd about being in this kind of
situation with a lad Liam's age.
When they got to Sandra's house, Liam
paid off the taxi and they went inside. In the living room Sandra and Liam stood
face-to-face, very close, not quite touching. "Sod the coffee," Sandra giggled,
falling back onto the couch, pulling Liam down on top of her as she
fell.
Their mouths were clamped firmly together, as Sandra wrapped her
arms and legs around Liam's body. Liam took the opportunity to run his strong
hands along her thighs; a warm tingle started to spread outward from Sandra's
loins. Impatiently, Sandra pushed Liam off and he landed on his back on the
floor. Sandra stood up and swayed for a moment, dizzy with drink and excitement.
Liam was confused, had no idea what was happening, but then Sandra took his hand
and dragged him to his feet, leading him out of the room and up the
stairs.
Once they got to the bedroom, Sandra pushed Liam roughly onto the
bed. Alcohol always had this effect on her, making her more assertive, even
domineering. Pausing only to remove her shoes, Sandra got onto the bed and
straddled Liam, clamping her thighs around his head, lowering her pussy down
onto his face. Liam gasped in surprise, but soon got the idea. He couldn't do
much, with Sandra's thighs squeezing his head, almost painfully, and two layers
of material between his tongue and Sandra's groin. But he didn't have to do
much, Sandra was by now gyrating her hips frenetically, pushing down, grinding
against Liam's face. Liam pushed his hands up under Sandra's dress, bunching the
material around her hips, caressing, stroking, squeezing, kneading her round
buttocks.
Suddenly, Sandra was jumping off Liam's face, the poor confused
lad wondering what the hell was going on here. She stood looking at him for a
few seconds, panting breathlessly. Then she pulled him upright and started to
remove his clothing. Soon he was stripped down to his boxers, and Sandra's eyes
were drawn magnetically to the prominent bulge in the front of Liam's pants.
Shaking herself, Sandra unbuttoned her dress and let it drop to the floor.
Liam's cock twitched as he got a good look at her body. 'God,' he thought, 'this
is something else.'
Sandra had removed her bra, her large breasts
hanging free with no sign of sagging. She stood there in just her panties and
tights, and Liam's member twitched again as he imagined taking those large brown
nipples in his mouth. Sandra moved forward and pushed her tongue into his mouth
once more, reaching down the front of Liam's boxers to touch his cock for the
first time. Liam quickly pushed his boxers down to his knees, allowing his cock
to spring free. Sandra grasped it roughly, pulling and tugging on it, making her
young lover moan as she did so. Taking a full, firm breast in each hand, Liam
began to squeeze and knead them together, pinching the nipples between his
fingers, making Sandra moan in turn.
Sandra pulled back slightly and
pushed her tights and panties down to her ankles. Liam kicked his boxers off and
lay back on the bed, pulling Sandra on top of him. She positioned herself
carefully and sank down onto him, guiding him into her with one hand. The feel
of him inside her was just indescribable, it had been so long. She commenced a
rhythmic movement, back and forth, up and down, rotating her hips, grinding her
clit against his pubic bone. Leaning forward, Sandra swung her tits across
Liam's face and he greedily sucked one of them into his mouth, gently taking the
nipple between his teeth, flicking his tongue from side to side, causing Sandra
to give a soft cry of pleasure.
Liam tried to thrust upward, but Sandra
was firmly in control. Moving faster now, she could feel that familiar warm
sensation throughout every part of her body, slowly, inexorably, intensifying as
she squeezed Liam's cock within her. Now she could feel his cock start to swell
and throb as his orgasm approached, all the time moving her hips faster and
faster, faster and faster, even as Liam's seed flooded her pussy, Sandra kept up
her rhythm, drawing every last drop from her young lover's balls as her own
climax washed over her...
Several minutes later, Sandra recovered from
her orgasm to find herself lying on her back. Her legs were parted and Liam was
running his hands up and down the insides of her thighs, expertly stroking and
caressing with the gentlest of touches. He was lying on his side, propped up on
one elbow, gazing into her eyes. Sandra idly reached out and took his cock in
her hand, running her nails back and forth along his shaft. She felt him swell
and stiffen, so she indicated that she wanted him to move round into a 69
position. With Liam's penis dangling down above her, and his tongue started to
work busily at her cum-soaked slit, Sandra felt the complete slut, doing
whatever she damn well wanted. Stretching her tongue upwards, she touched the
very tip against the head of Liam's manhood. Taking him in one hand, she rapidly
flicked her tongue up and down over his knob, causing him to groan and his cock
to twitch. Liam lowered himself and Sandra was able to take him in her mouth,
sealing her lips around his glans, rubbing her slippery tongue all round his
helmet, wanking him gently with one hand while tickling his balls with the
other. She could feel him getting harder as she sucked, the sensations in his
cock preventing Liam from giving Sandra his full attention. All of a sudden, his
cock started jerking and his salty cum poured into her mouth, dribbling from her
lips and down her cheek. Sandra took him out of her mouth and his last few
spurts splashed across her face.
Staying in the 69 position, Liam resumed
licking Sandra's clit, taking it between his teeth and gently nibbling on it,
rubbing his tongue around it with a circular motion, at the same time probing
her pussy with his fingers. Sandra could feel her body responding, this time the
sensation was focussed in that one spot, building in intensity until she could
hold back no longer and she came with a breathless little cry, her limbs
trembling as she lost all control.
Sandra woke up alone the next morning;
Liam had left quietly while she slept. But she didn't care. She had only wanted
one thing, and that was exactly what she had got. And she intended to get a lot
more...
A New Beginning
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