bedroom, and felt the
stirring of an erection as he followed her.
"The magazines are in my private sitting room; follow me,"
she said, leading the way towards the bay window at the front of the house, and
turning right through some curtains.
When he followed, he found her standing in a small sitting
room with a pile of magazines on a coffee table set before a chaise longue, and
he slowed his pace as he approached her.
"Here are the magazines I mentioned to your mother, and we
can sort them out shortly," she gestured at them with her arm and then turned
to look out of the window.
He walked into the small room until he was standing right beside
her, and he also looked out of the window, but could see very little as the
cream net curtains were still closed. Joyce let go the nets she'd held open to
see outside, and turned to face Grant with her body almost touching his.
Grant looked at her, but she didn't speak and continued to
look at him rather strangely, so he said, "Shall I start sorting them out?"
"Oh, later, I think there's something else you want to do
first – isn't there?"
He blushed as he recalled looking up her dress and once
again felt his burgeoning erection making its presence known. "I'm not sure
what you mean…"
Joyce moved even closer, until her face was almost touching
his and said, "I'm sure you do, Grant, you don't look up a woman's clothes
unless you really want to, do you?"
His face felt on fire and he was unable to speak, and when
Joyce put her hand to his cheek in a soft caress he felt a strong desire to
kiss her. Her hand slipped behind her neck and he felt the slight pressure of
her pulling him closer, and he needed no further invitation. He put his arms
around her and kissed her soft red mouth long and hard, pulling her body close
to his and letting his erection press into her soft stomach.
His kiss was returned with a vengeance and he felt her
tongue slip between parted lips into his mouth as her hands held his head in a
firm grip. Her body gyrated and her hips ground against his with such passion
he felt he might explode, but he managed to free his head from her cloying
mouth just a little to allow him to say, "Joyce, I'm not sure…"
"Well I am, my sweet young man," she said, freeing him from
her grip, but taking him by the hand and leading him back into the bedroom.
With her free hand she pulled a cord by the bay windows, and the curtains
closed with a quiet swoosh, casting the room into a soft pink gloom.
She closed
the drapes to the sitting room, and once more wrapped her body around his,
saying, "Are these kisses what you desired, when you stared at my body and
looked up my dress?" Without giving him a moment to answer, she glued her mouth
to his and sent her tongue back on its delicious probing mission, while pulling
him closer with her arms.
Grant was now burning with desire, and returned kiss for
kiss, and tongue for tongue, until his erection was so hard it began to hurt
for action. He reached up with his hands and started to undo the large buttons
on her dress, and was pleased to see Joyce watching him with a warm, attentive
smile.
She let the dress slip off her shoulders onto the thick
carpet and turned her back to him, saying, "I expect you know how to unhook a
woman's brassiere."
He unfastened the bra, letting it slide down her arms as he
stood close to her back. His arms held her close and his hands clasped her soft
breasts. He nuzzled her neck, and kissed her ear until she could not bear the
waiting any longer.
She spun around, and slipping her thumbs into his track suit
bottoms slipped them and his underpants off in one practised move, freeing his
sturdy erection to point directly at her.
"My, that is exciting," she said, pulling his tracksuit top
over his head and then slipping off her own undergarment. She pulled back the
bed covers, and taking his hand pulled him after her onto the inviting bed.
Grant had spent many a
stirring of an erection as he followed her.
"The magazines are in my private sitting room; follow me,"
she said, leading the way towards the bay window at the front of the house, and
turning right through some curtains.
When he followed, he found her standing in a small sitting
room with a pile of magazines on a coffee table set before a chaise longue, and
he slowed his pace as he approached her.
"Here are the magazines I mentioned to your mother, and we
can sort them out shortly," she gestured at them with her arm and then turned
to look out of the window.
He walked into the small room until he was standing right beside
her, and he also looked out of the window, but could see very little as the
cream net curtains were still closed. Joyce let go the nets she'd held open to
see outside, and turned to face Grant with her body almost touching his.
Grant looked at her, but she didn't speak and continued to
look at him rather strangely, so he said, "Shall I start sorting them out?"
"Oh, later, I think there's something else you want to do
first – isn't there?"
He blushed as he recalled looking up her dress and once
again felt his burgeoning erection making its presence known. "I'm not sure
what you mean…"
Joyce moved even closer, until her face was almost touching
his and said, "I'm sure you do, Grant, you don't look up a woman's clothes
unless you really want to, do you?"
His face felt on fire and he was unable to speak, and when
Joyce put her hand to his cheek in a soft caress he felt a strong desire to
kiss her. Her hand slipped behind her neck and he felt the slight pressure of
her pulling him closer, and he needed no further invitation. He put his arms
around her and kissed her soft red mouth long and hard, pulling her body close
to his and letting his erection press into her soft stomach.
His kiss was returned with a vengeance and he felt her
tongue slip between parted lips into his mouth as her hands held his head in a
firm grip. Her body gyrated and her hips ground against his with such passion
he felt he might explode, but he managed to free his head from her cloying
mouth just a little to allow him to say, "Joyce, I'm not sure…"
"Well I am, my sweet young man," she said, freeing him from
her grip, but taking him by the hand and leading him back into the bedroom.
With her free hand she pulled a cord by the bay windows, and the curtains
closed with a quiet swoosh, casting the room into a soft pink gloom.
She closed
the drapes to the sitting room, and once more wrapped her body around his,
saying, "Are these kisses what you desired, when you stared at my body and
looked up my dress?" Without giving him a moment to answer, she glued her mouth
to his and sent her tongue back on its delicious probing mission, while pulling
him closer with her arms.
Grant was now burning with desire, and returned kiss for
kiss, and tongue for tongue, until his erection was so hard it began to hurt
for action. He reached up with his hands and started to undo the large buttons
on her dress, and was pleased to see Joyce watching him with a warm, attentive
smile.
She let the dress slip off her shoulders onto the thick
carpet and turned her back to him, saying, "I expect you know how to unhook a
woman's brassiere."
He unfastened the bra, letting it slide down her arms as he
stood close to her back. His arms held her close and his hands clasped her soft
breasts. He nuzzled her neck, and kissed her ear until she could not bear the
waiting any longer.
She spun around, and slipping her thumbs into his track suit
bottoms slipped them and his underpants off in one practised move, freeing his
sturdy erection to point directly at her.
"My, that is exciting," she said, pulling his tracksuit top
over his head and then slipping off her own undergarment. She pulled back the
bed covers, and taking his hand pulled him after her onto the inviting bed.
Grant had spent many a
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