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  This time, when we broke apart we were both breathless, and my nipples pushed at the cups of my bra, tight peaks that almost demanded attention. Jack’s eyes shone, his rising desire evident.

  ‘God, Kay, I really need to fuck you.’

  If I hesitated, it wasn’t because of any reluctance on my part. I wanted Jack just as much as he wanted me. But we needed to find somewhere we weren’t likely to be interrupted, and even in my clubbing prime I’d never been a fan of having sex in the toilets. Too cramped, too insanitary and downright inconsiderate of all the people who needed the cubicle you’d taken out of commission while you fucked.

  Then it came to me. ‘You said the manager’s talking to Toby?’ When he nodded, I continued, ‘So that means his office is going to be empty. Let’s go find it.’

  The office was at the far end of the corridor, past the green room. From the half-open door came the sound of laughter and chatting, and I hoped no one glanced out and saw Jack and me passing by, rather than joining them as we were supposed to.

  Jack tried the office door and found it unlocked. The room, when we slipped inside, was barely big enough to contain its selection of mismatched furniture: the club manager’s desk, a battered filing cabinet and a squat black leather sofa whose cushions sagged with age. Signed photos hung on the wall, mostly of scantily clad female singers in provocative poses. Not exactly the working environment I’d want to spend my days in, but perfect for our immediate needs.

  ‘Lock the door,’ I told Jack. ‘We don’t want to be interrupted.’

  He did as he was told, while I stripped off my jacket and dress. Jack stared open-mouthed at the sight of me in my lingerie and stockings. Whatever MILF fantasies he might entertain, it seemed clear I fulfilled every one of them.

  ‘Strip,’ I ordered him. ‘Let me see that gorgeous cock of yours.’

  I didn’t usually issue demands when it came to sex, but it seemed I’d had a cougar lurking somewhere within me, just waiting for the right moment to be released. And, now I’d freed her, she wanted to be on top.

  Jack dropped his shirt to the floor, then perched on the sofa arm to pull off his boots. Smiling at his eagerness to obey me, I slipped a hand under the waistband of my panties and stroked my clit while I watched him bare himself for me.

  Socks and jeans discarded, he glanced at me before reaching to remove his briefs. Was he getting cold feet, worried that someone might notice he was still missing from the green room and wonder why it could be taking him so long to fetch me? Or was he simply distracted by the sight of my fingers moving beneath the thin pink panties, stoking my lust for him?

  Taking a deep breath, he pulled down his underwear, cock unfurling to its full length. What a delicious thing it was. So hard, so strong – and able, at his age, to go all night.

  But I was getting ahead of myself. For one thing, I’d forgotten to bring one vital item with me, never dreaming I’d need it.

  ‘I don’t have a condom,’ I told him.

  ‘’SOK, I do. In my wallet.’ He gestured to his discarded jeans. I found his wallet in the back pocket, flipped it open and extracted one of the condoms all young men seem to carry, usually more in hope than expectation. I ripped it open and rolled it into place, taking every opportunity to touch and tease his cock as I did.

  I took off my panties, aware of Jack watching my every movement with rapt attention. The stockings I left on, knowing the suspender straps framed the one thing he wanted to see more than anything else, my pussy.

  ‘You are so gorgeous …’ he breathed.

  ‘You’re not so bad yourself,’ I quipped, climbing on to the sofa and straddling his thighs. We kissed again, and I lowered myself just enough that the wet lips of my pussy brushed against Jack’s cockhead. He groaned, jerking his hips up, needing more than just that brief contact. Reminding him who was in control, I pulled away, leaving him hanging. Only when he slumped back down did I ease his frustration, parting my lips with my fingers and guiding him into my hole.

  It had been a while since I’d known the feeling of a thick hot cock surging into me – John had lost interest in fucking me well before the divorce – and at first I barely moved, just reacquainting myself with the feeling of being connected so intimately to another person.

  Jack freed my tits from the cups of my bra and his mouth latched on to one hard nipple and sucked. Such a sweet sensation, making me arch my back with pleasure as Jack struggled to prevent the little bud slipping from his lips.

  Only now did I begin to ride him in earnest, my pussy gliding up and down Jack’s length in smooth, liquid movements. Somewhere, the battle of the bands continued, while Toby negotiated the first steps on the path to becoming a headlining act, but that might as well have been happening on a different planet. Jack and I were only concerned with each other, and the way our bodies fitted together, my pussy engulfing his cock, his mouth kissing a wet trail over my exposed tits.

  Feeling the rise to orgasm begin, slower than I’d have liked, I dropped a hand between my legs, frigging my clit at the same time as I ground myself down on Jack’s crotch. The sight caused him to stop suckling me, able to concentrate only on my fast-moving fingers.

  ‘God, that’s it,’ he groaned. ‘Make yourself come for me.’

  His words of encouragement gave me the last push to send me tumbling into orgasm, pussy convulsing over and again around the thick shaft buried to the hilt inside me. My ecstatic cries echoed off the office walls, redoubled when I felt Jack shoot his spunk into the condom.

  ‘We’d better get out of here,’ Jack said, as he zipped himself back into his jeans. ‘They’ll be announcing the winner of the contest soon, and I’ve got no idea what the rest of the competition was like.’

  ‘Believe me,’ I told him, ‘you’ve got no competition.’

  I knew I should be regretting what I’d done – after all, I had no idea how Toby would react if he ever found out I’d fucked his best friend – but I didn’t, not for a minute. Jack had managed to rekindle my love for rock bands, and the boys who played in them, and, now I’d discovered a lusty cougar lurked within me, I intended to let her loose whenever I got the opportunity. We let ourselves out of the office before we could be discovered, and went in search of the green room and a much-needed beer.

  Katrina’s Stallion

  Kathleen Tudor

  Katrina wasn’t sure what it was about Cameron, but she couldn’t seem to see him without feeling the blood rush through her body, sensitising her full breasts and causing a warm flush to settle low in her belly. Only problem was, Cameron was twenty-two, and her son’s best friend.

  The ‘boys’ came through the front door together, and, although her son hardly looked at her on his way through the kitchen, Cameron glanced up as always and gave her that sexy smile that set her arousal to a low simmer.

  ‘Good afternoon, Mrs Moore,’ he said, just like always.

  ‘Katrina,’ she said, her response automatic after more than two years of giving it. He gave his usual boyish grin in response, and she sighed as her son punched Cameron on the arm with an impatient ‘Dude, come on.’

  Now that he was here, they were sure to vanish into Jack’s room and not emerge for a couple of hours, at least. She moved past his room as the explosions started, and into her bedroom, locking the door behind her.

  What was it about this boy, really a man, if barely, who made her blood run so hot and her mind go blank except for images of him shirtless with that particular look in his eyes … and, thanks to the pool in their back yard, she had an unseemly amount of detail on which to fixate when she imagined his defined, hairless pecs, his dusky-rose nipples and the curving definition of his abs.

  She moaned and gave in, imagining how soft and warm his skin would feel as she ran her hands over his taut abs and down, following that dusting of hair down into his trunks to the warm, hot length of him …

  The explosions and sounds of gunfire from her son’s gaming station were as loud as ever,
and Katrina needed some relief if she was going to be able to concentrate for the rest of the day. She reached into the drawer on her side of the nightstand and found her vibrator, then set it on the pillow next to her and started a slow, sensual striptease.

  Her fingers ran up under her shirt, tickling along her own ribs as she slowly peeled the fabric up and out of the way. She closed her eyes and lay back on the bed as she rolled her breasts in her hands, squeezing them and pinching her nipples until they were aching peaks of pleasure. Her fingers trembled as she reached behind her to unfasten the clasp of her bra, and the whisper of lace fell away as she returned her attention to her sensitive breasts.

  She pushed all thoughts of appropriateness away and simply imagined Cameron standing over her, that adorable smile on his face and his eyes full of lust. She imagined him moving over her as he took her breasts in his hands and kneaded them gently, teasing and arousing her before he moved to slide her jeans down over her hips …

  The buzz of the zipper parting nearly made her moan aloud as she slid her hot hands under the fabric and pushed her jeans down along with her panties. She lay back, her body sensitive to the very air as she paused, savouring the moment of anticipation. She could practically feel his hands moving slowly over her body, starting at her ankles, and she clutched the sheet and tensed as if he were truly moving towards her centre.

  Tentatively, she reached down to sample her own arousal and found herself wet and ready. She moaned as her fingers slid through the slippery wetness and found her clit, rubbing it gently in an erotic tease that made her pulse rush and pound in her ears and her breath come faster.

  The vibrator hummed in the quiet room, cutting through the sound of the game in her son’s room, and she thought of the real Cameron sitting there with a controller in his hand, oblivious to her fantasies about him only a few feet down the hall. The thought sent a fresh rush of arousal through her, and she touched the vibrator to her clit, unwilling to wait another second for satisfaction.

  The powerful vibrations sent shocks of pleasure through her on contact, and she pressed it against her clit, her hips bucking as she drove herself straight for the peak of pleasure. She bit her lip to stifle her aroused cries as she pushed herself higher and higher, then she closed her eyes and pictured Cameron again, this time grinning down at her as he poised to thrust his cock deep inside her. She gasped at the vivid image, and, when she imagined him plunging into her, her entire body clenched as the pleasure grabbed hold and shook her like an earthquake.

  Katrina turned the vibrator off and lay still for several minutes, waiting for her breathing to return to normal. She savoured the prickles across her flushed body where beads of sweat had formed, and shivered whenever the scent of her arousal drifted up to her. Gradually her heartbeat and her breathing slowed, and she sighed as she shook the last of the languor out of her limbs and sat up.

  Forget the age difference, Cameron was legal and he made every nerve in her body sizzle. She was quickly forgetting any of the reasons that she shouldn’t pursue him if he was what she wanted. Even as she pulled her clothes back on and made sure her appearance was in order, Katrina was beginning to form a plan. Jack always left his phone out on the counter. Perhaps she should have ‘Jack’ invite Cameron over for lunch soon.

  * * *

  Katrina nearly shook with nerves as she waited for the doorbell to ring. She’d prepared a couple of turkey sandwiches and put them through her panini press, set out a small selection of snacks and made iced tea – she was quickly running out of ways to distract herself.

  She’d just reapplied her lipstick and then wiped it off again for the third time when she finally heard the knock at the front door. Cameron smiled when he saw her.

  ‘Hey, Mrs Moore.’

  She didn’t step back out of the doorway. Somehow the familiarity of his greeting broke through her nerves, and she leaned against the jamb, the door still too close against her side for him to pass. ‘I’m not opening this door until you call me by my given name,’ she said, her voice pitched seductively low, but light enough to be teasing.

  Something in Cameron’s face changed, and his eyes flickered down to take in the flirty knee-length dress she was wearing. ‘Is Jack home?’ he asked.

  ‘No, he’s in classes all afternoon,’ she replied. She thought she did a credible job of keeping guilt from creeping into her voice.

  Cameron stepped forward, almost as if he were going to push through the door, and paused so close that she had to look up to maintain eye contact. He was easily inside her personal space, and her body yearned towards him as if he carried some static charge. His voice was pitched low when he replied, ‘Then I guess I’m here to see you, Katrina.’

  ‘I guess you are,’ she said. Her voice was breathy, having lost that seductive depth, but Cameron reacted as if she’d reached out and stroked him. A shudder rippled through his entire body and he blinked hard. She let the door go, and he stepped past her so closely that his body brushed her arm as he came inside.

  ‘I’ve got lunch ready,’ she said, taking the lead again and guiding him to the table. He smiled as if he were trying to restrain laughter, and Katrina turned her back on him to hide her blush, hoping she hadn’t misread what had just happened.

  Cameron sat down at the dining-room table and helped himself to a handful of chips as she went into the kitchen to fetch the sandwiches and a couple of glasses of tea. She used the familiar routine of setting out food to nudge her back into control of herself and – she hoped – the situation.

  For a few minutes they ate in silence, and a combination of frustrated lust and nerves danced through Katrina’s stomach until she knew that she either had to do something now or lose her nerve completely. She raised one bare foot under the table, her eyes on her plate as she slowly reached out for Cameron. When she found his leg, her foot caressed his calf before moving up towards the outside of his knee.

  Cameron sat up straight as if electrified, staring at her as he finished chewing his food and swallowed, hard. Then he smiled, and Katrina had the exciting sensation of being admired by a stallion. He shifted in his seat and Katrina looked up, locking eyes with him as her foot skimmed over his knee. He took another bite and chewed slowly, not letting up on the eye contact, and spread his legs to the edges of his seat.

  Katrina lifted an olive to her lips and sucked it into her mouth as she took his invitation, letting her foot drift to the inside of his thigh and up towards his lap. When she encountered the hot, hard erection pressing back at her, the nerves finally vanished and she found that she could take another bite without a problem, watching him through her lashes as she caressed his stiff organ with her toes.

  Cameron, on the other hand, was having trouble concentrating on his food. Katrina smiled as he put his sandwich down and clenched his teeth, biting off a moan. ‘You do this to me all the time,’ he said.

  ‘If you mean footsie under the table, then there may be something Jack’s not telling us,’ she replied lightly, skimming up and down the length of him.

  He reached into his lap and grabbed her foot, pressing it hard against his erection. ‘I don’t mean your foot, Katrina. I mean this.’

  Tingles shot up and down her spine, but Katrina ignored them, opening her mouth and laying another olive on her tongue. She chewed thoughtfully before she replied, ‘I never knew. If I had, I might have done something like this much sooner.’

  ‘What about your husband?’ Cameron released her and picked up his sandwich, and Katrina felt a wave of warmth for the horny young man making an effort to do the right thing.

  ‘We discovered very early on that we’re not sexually compatible. He wants more kink than I can give him, and I want more … staying power. We have an arrangement.’

  ‘Then why are we still sitting at the table pretending to be polite?’ he asked.

  Katrina smiled. ‘Come kiss me.’

  He obliged, standing then moving around the table with the grace of the young and at
hletic. He reached for her and tipped her head back, holding eye contact with her for a long moment before he reached up with his other hand, traced a line up her throat that sent shivers through her body, and pressed his lips to hers.

  His tentative kiss intensified quickly as he gained confidence, and Katrina let her tongue play out, teasing over his lips until he plunged his tongue into her mouth in an erotic tangle of taste and sensation. She licked the salt of the chips from his lips, and he moaned into the kiss as he explored every corner of her mouth. She felt as if she were floating, his hands locking her head gently in place as he kissed her so thoroughly her toes curled.

  Then he moved, pulling her so softly upward that she practically floated out of her chair, coming to stand before him and letting her body press against his. His cock throbbed hard against her belly, and she whimpered as she felt the eager length of it, hoping that his youthful potency would come with the stamina to satisfy.

  She tried to busy her hands on his back and in his hair, running across his skin, dragging through his sweet brown waves and teasing back down his face with soft strokes. Finally she couldn’t resist her true temptation anymore, and her fingers moved down his chest in a slow tease towards her ultimate goal, spiralling and shifting into playful patterns, but moving ever downwards. When she reached his waist, she lifted one hand and plunged her tongue deep into his mouth as she grabbed his cock firmly for the first time.