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 A friend of mine told me this story.  I did add a little, and embillish
some more but, for the most part ths is what happened Hope you enjoy!  Fm
Sex







   I stepped into the elevator and mashed in the button for the second
floor.  I knew there was a bar on that floor and I needed a drink bad.

   The conference had run longer than anyone expected and most of the crap
we'd gone over could have waited for tomorrow.  Instead the big boss had
decided to cram everything down our throats tonight.

   When the elevator doors opened, I stomped my way into the hotel's bar
and looked around for a place to sit.  I didn't want really want to be
around people right now and I got lucky, spotting a small table against the
wall.

   The waitress came by and took my order and I looked around at the people
sitting throughout the bar.  I saw a few faces I recognized from the
conference.  I hoped they decided to stay away.  I was not in the mood to
talk about work.

   One guy near the back of the bar caught my eye.  He was sitting by
himself, like me, and had a nearly full glass of beer in front of him.  He
picked up the beer and took a small sip before setting it back down.  I
stared at him for a while, positive that I knew him from somewhere.

   The waitress brought my rum and coke and I said, "Might as well bring me
another, cause this one is going down fast."

   She laughed and asked, "Long day?"

   "You have no idea!" I said, drinking my first of, hopefully, many rum
and cokes.

   She went back to get me another drink and I looked back at the guy I had
been watching.  He glanced over at me and I felt my jaw drop.  I DID know
him.  He was the son of one of the girl's I worked with.  The SIXTEEN year
old son that was in a bar having a beer.

   I watched his face turn white as he caught sight of me.  We sat there
watching each other, neither of us sure what to do.

   I knew I should get him out of the bar or call up to his mom's room but
that would mean getting up and dealing with the situation.  I had come into
the bar expressly to not have to deal with any more situations today.

   The waitress dropped off my next round and that cemented my decision to
do nothing.  I picked up my glass and raised it to Jeremy.  A huge grin
broke out across his face and he raised his beer to me.

   I figured if he'd been able to get into the bar AND get a beer, who was
I to ruin his fun?

   Another run and coke came and went before Jeremy stood up and walked
across the bar.  He walked up to my table and asked, "Hi, Ms.  Ross, can I
sit down?"

   I shrugged and went back to my drink, hoping he'd go away.  I was very
much not in the mood for company.

   He sat across from me and stared at the table for a long time.

   Knowing he wasn't going away any time soon, I asked, "What's on your
mind, Jeremy?"

   He looked up at me and bit his lip.  "Are you gonna tell my mom about
this?"

   I picked up my glass and took a sip of my drinking, making him wait.  He
started to fidget and I could see my delay was making him more nervous with
each second.

   When I was sure he was about to run right out of the bar, I broke into a
long laugh.

   "I'm not going to say anything," I told him when I could finally stop
laughing.

   His shoulders slumped forward and I could see most of the tension seep
out of his body.

   "Thank you," he said.

   "No problem," I said.  "Out of curiosity though, how the hell did you
get in here and manage to order a beer?"

   He grinned and said, "My brother Jack got two copies of his driver's
license.  When he found out Mom was dragging me along for this conference
he gave me his second one and told me to have fun."

   I took a long look at Jeremy.  Jeremy's hair was longer than Jack's but,
if you didn't know him, he might be able to pass off as his twenty-one year
old brother.  Jeremy's eyes were also a lighter blue than his brother's.

   "Well, you have the better hair and eyes of the two of you," I told him.

   "I know.  I got all the looks and brains," he said, flipping his hand
through his shoulder length hair.

   I laughed long and hard at that.

   "And all the modesty too!" I said.

   "Yeah!" He said, his eyes coming up to meet mine.

   I'd noticed him looking down at my chest a couple of times and I
wondered if I'd managed to spill something on me.  I looked down and saw
the top button on my blouse had popped open again.  I'd been fighting with
the damn thing all day, wishing for a safety pin to keep it closed.  I'd
even thought about going to my room and changing but hadn't had a chance
with the stupid conference.  Now I was sitting here, a lot of cleavage
showing and a sixteen year old boy checking me out.

   I caught his eyes dipping towards my chest again and I said, "Jeremy, my
eyes aren't in my tits."

   His head snapped up and I watched his face turn a bright red.

   "I'm... I'm... Uh..."

   Again I laughed at his misery.  I knew I was being a bitch but I just
couldn't help myself.

   "Maybe I should go," he said, starting to rise.

   "Don't go.  I'm just teasing you," I said, reaching across the table and
putting my hand on his arm.  I felt him tense at my touch and was sure he
was going to bolt but he wound up sitting back down.

   "Besides, it's kind of nice be checked out by a younger guy.  It makes
me feel young again," I said.

   "You are young, Ms.  Ross," Jeremy said.

   I laughed and said, "Yeah right!  I'm old enough o be your mother, kid."

   "But you're not as old as my Mom," he said.

   I laughed again and said, "Jeremy, I'm OLDER than your mom."

   He frowned and said, "You're teasing me again."

   I stopped laughing and looked at him.  He was serious!  He really did
think I was younger than his mother.

   "I'm 45," I admitted.  "I really am five years older than your mother. I
promise."

   His jaw dropped and he stared at me in amazement which did wonders for
my ego.  I worked hard NOT to look my age and, if a sixteen year old
thought I was younger than I was, I must be doing a good job.

   "Well, you don't look older than my Mom," he said.  "I thought you were
in your 30's."

   I smiled and reached across the table and gave his hand a squeeze.  It
had been a log damn day and this boy had just made every minute of that
long day worth it.

   "Thank you," I said.

   "For what?" He asked.

   "For making me feel young and pretty," I said.

   "But you ARE young and pretty," he said.

   "You're just saying that because I'm not ratting you out to your mom and
I let you check out my cleavage," I said.

   "And it's really nice cleavage," he said.  The words were out of his
mouth so fast, I'm sure his brain had no time to think about them.  He
clapped his hands over his mouth and turned red again.

   "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed!" I said.

   "I'm sorry!  I shouldn't have said that!"

   "Yes, you should have!" I said.  "In fact, you should tell me more!"

   His hands came off of his mouth and I could see him thinking about it
for a minute before he said, "You have really pretty eyes too.  They're
really green."

   I smiled and reached across the table to put my hand on his arm again. I
watched his eyes dip down into my cleavage and I said, "I'm surprised you
even knew I had eyes as much as you've been staring at my tits."

   "Well, you keep showing them off so I have to look," he replied.

   I grinned at him, wondering if what I was about to say would really
scare him off or not.

   "It's all a part of my plan to make your cock nice and hard," I said.

   He didn't bolt.  He didn't even blush.  All he did was look up from my
cleavage and say, "Ms.  Ross, my cock's been hard since I sat down."

   "Jeremy!" I said, caught off guard.  That was the last thing I'd
expected him to say.  I also hadn't expected the reaction I was having.  As
soon as he said cock I felt a shiver go down my spine.  I felt the heat
from between my thighs get cranked way up and all because of one little
word.

   "You shouldn't tell forty-five year old women about your sixteen year
old cock," I said, trying my best not to show just how flustered I had
become.

   "Then forty-five year old women shouldn't show off so much cleavage and
make sixteen year old cocks so hard," he said.

   I leaned back and looked into his eyes.  I could see a desire there
burning very brightly.  It matched the growing desire inside me.  How had
this gone from teasing to flirting so fast?

   I rubbed my fingers against the bare skin of my chest, dipping them into
my cleavage.  Jeremy's eyes went wide as he watched me touch myself.

   "How hard is your cock now?" I asked.

   "I don't think it could get any harder," he said.

   "Are you sharing a room with your mom?"

   "Yeah," he said, never taking his eyes off of my fingers.

   "She might notice if you come back to the room with a big bulge in your
pants," I said.

   "She'd never notice," he said.  "It's later on what I jack off that I
have to be quiet."

   "And just what are you going to be thinking about while you jack off?" I
asked.

   "I'm going to be thinking about your tits," he said.

   I slid my hand down my tits and between my legs.  I could feel the heat
of my desire through my pants.  Jeremy couldn't see my hand but he looked
like he had a good idea of where it was.

   "What about my tits?" I asked.  "You touching them?  Maybe licking them?
Or rubbing your hard cock between them?"

   "All of that," he whispered.

   "Do you want to cum on them?" I asked.

   "Yes!" he answered.  "And then in your mouth and then in your pussy."

   I rubbed between my legs and felt a thrill of pleasure run through my
body.  I needed some release soon.  He had turned me on so badly I didn't
know what I was going to do.

   "Are you sure you could keep it up for all of that?" I asked.

   "We could go to your room and find out," he said.

   I froze.  Was he serious?

   I looked over at him and saw he was.  My heart started to race in my
chest.  I knew I shouldn't.  He was 16 and I was older than his mother and
I WORKED with his mother.  Even knowing that, it was all I could do to keep
myself from grabbing him and running to my room.

   "Jeremy," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "if you come with me
to my room nobody can ever know."

   "Just like nobody can ever know about me using my brother's ID and
drinking beer?" He asked.

   He was right.  I had as much on him as he had on me.  I still couldn't
believe what I was about to do.

   "Wait here for a couple of minutes and then come upstairs.  I'm in room
1016," I told him.

   I drank down the rest of my drink, paid off the waitress and headed up
to my room.  As I paced my room, waiting for him, I began to have second
thoughts.  Maybe I should just ignore the door when he knocked.

   It was right then when he knocked on my door.  I stood there, staring at
the door, frozen with indecision.

   His second knock was louder, more insistent.  I wondered how hard he
would pound before he finally gave up.  Would the people next door call the
front desk?  How would that look for me with a sixteen year old pounding at
my door?

   I finally opened the door and let him in.  I closed the door and the two
of us stood there looking at each other.  I could see my nervousness
mirrored in him; neither of us sure what to do.

   I saw his eyes dip down towards my cleavage again and I felt that warm
thrill pass through my body.  It had been a while since a guy had paid this
much attention to me and I had to admit it felt good.

   "Still enjoying the view?" I asked.

   He blushed a little and said, "Yeah.  I'd like to see more though."

   My desire began to grow again, dispelling any second thoughts I might
have had.  I slid my hand up my chest, cupping my breasts and asking, "You
want to see these?"

   I could see him almost panting with desire.  He could only manage a nod
to answer my question as he watched my hands.

   I slid my hands up and unbuttoned another button on my blouse, revealing
the tops of my breasts and the top of my lacy, white bra.  His eyes widened
and he licked his lips at the sight.

   I unbuttoned the rest of my blouse, keeping it closed and keeping him
waiting.  When it was completely unbuttoned, I took the two sides and asked
him, "How bad do you want to see them?"

   "I want it so fucking bad," he whispered.

   I grinned and pulled my blouse open, letting him get his first good look
at my bra covered breasts.

   "They're huge," he said.

   I smiled at the compliment and said, "Your turn.  Take off your shirt."

   He was almost a blur he moved so fast taking off his shirt.  His mother
had mentioned he was in sports and I could see that clearly now.  My eyes
wandered along the flat, hard muscles of his stomach and up to his well
built pecs.

   I stepped closer and said, "We're going to play a little game, Jeremy. I
can touch you all I want but you can't touch me until I say so.  Okay?"

   He nodded, watching me get closer.  I put my hands on his shoulders,
feeling the heat of his skin.  I walked around behind him, my hands
trailing onto his back.  I stepped close and pressed my breasts up against
his back.  I felt his body shudder against mine as I held him.

   I slid my hands around and felt eh hard muscles of his chest.  I slid
them lower and felt his flat stomach.  I slid my hands even lower, pushing
the tips of my fingers under the top of his pants.  He shuddered even
harder this time and, with an evil grin, I slid my hands off of him and
walked back around in front of him.

   He was panting heavily now and I could see the nearly uncontrollable
desire burning in his eyes.

   "Want to see some more?" I asked.

   "Yes!" He practically yelled.

   I kicked off my shoes and unbuttoned my pants.  I slid down the zipper
and slowly lowered them.  I slipped my knee high stockings down, hiding my
legs from his view for just a little longer enjoying the game of making him
wait.  I stepped out of them and stood there, letting him have a good, long
look.

   His eyes slid up my legs, lingering at my thighs and them stopping at my
panties.  I rubbed my fingers against the black silk material of my
panties. I turned, letting him see they were thong panties and his next to
nothing.  I slid my hand against the bare skin of my ass, loving how his
eyes tracked every move I made.

   I slapped my hand against my ass and asked, "Do you want to spank me,
Jeremy?"

   "Hell yes!" He said.

   I spanked myself again asked, "Will you spank me because I'm a naughty
girl?"

   "You are so fucking naughty!" He said, taking a step towards me.

   I spun around and waved my finger at him.

   "Uh uh.  No moving or touching yet, little boy," I said.

   He stopped and pulled himself back to where he had been standing.

   "Good boy," I said.  "Now let's get you out of those pants."

   He grabbed for the button on his jeans and I said, "Stop."

   He froze and looked at me expectantly.

   "Wouldn't you rather I took those off of you?" I asked.

   A huge grin lit up his face and he said, "Yes!"

   I walked over to him.  I rubbed my hands against his chest, again
enjoying the feel of his hard muscles.  I slowly knelt in front of him,
putting my face just inches away from the bulge I could see in his pants.

   I reached up and unbuttoned his jeans.  I took the zipper between my
fingers and slowly slid it down.  I pulled his pants down and eyed the
large lump hidden by his boxer shorts.  It looked big and hard, exactly
what I needed.

   He slipped his shoes off as he stepped out of his jeans.  I stayed knelt
in front of him, enjoying the eager look on his face.

   I put my hands on his legs and slowly slid them up his thighs.  He let
out a low moan of pleasure at my touch.  I slid my hands onto his boxers,
one on each side of his hard cock.

   Looking up at him, I asked, "Which do you want more, me to pull down
your boxers and feel your hard cock or me to take the rest of my clothes
off?"

   "Can't I have both?" He asked.

   I grinned and said, "Maybe.  Maybe not.  Maybe I'll pull down your
boxers and suck your cock.  Maybe I'll let you see me naked and send you
back to your room all hard and needy.  Or maybe I'll touch your cock, get
you close to cumming and then send you back to your room.  No matter what,
you have to pick."

   He bit his lip, struggling with what to do.  After a long wait, he said,
"I want to see you naked.  I just have to!  I can't stand the thought of
not seeing all of you!"

   I pulled my hands away from him and stood up.  I had to admit, his
decision made me feel good.  He wanted to see me not just have what he
could and go.  This boy was definitely good for my ego.

   I reached behind myself and unclasped my bra.  I held it against my
breasts as I slipped the straps off.  Once it was free I let it fall to the
floor, showing him what he'd wanted to see all night.

   My breasts sagged a little, I'll admit, but they were still full and
round.  My nipples stood out, hard and sensitive from my desire.

   I let him stare at my breasts for a minute before I slid my hands onto
them.  I rubbed my hands across them, feeling the little shivers my touch
caused as I grazed my nipples.  I pinched my nipples, not sure which was
exciting me more, his stare or my touch.

   "Do you want to see the rest?" I asked.

   "Yes!  Yes!  Yes!"

   I turned around and slipped out of my thong, exposing my bare ass to
him. I rubbed and squeezed my cheeks for him before slapping my ass hard.
He jumped a little at the sound and said, "Do it again."

   I slapped my ass again for him before turning to let him see my pussy.
The look on his face when he saw my pussy made me glad I'd gone in for a
wax before this trip.  I didn't like pubic hair and had myself completely
shaved clean.

   "Do you like?" I asked.

   "Oh God yes!"

   I slid my hand between my legs and rubbed my finger against my clit.  I
groaned and said, "It feels so good too."

   I spread my legs and slid my finger down to my pussy.  I played with my
lips before sliding my finger into my wetness.

   "Oh God, Jeremy, I am so wet right now.  Do you want to taste me?"

   He tried to speak but couldn't.  He wound up just nodding his head.

   I pulled my finger out of my pussy and walked over to him.  I stood very
close as I brought my wet finger up and rubbed it against his lips.  He
opened his mouth and licked his tongue against my finger, tasting me.  He
took my finger into his mouth and sucked on it which only made me hotter.

   I slipped my finger out of his mouth and asked, "Since you tasted me,
can I taste you?"

   He nodded his head so fast I was worried it might fall off his
shoulders.

   I knelt in front of him again and took hold of his boxers.  I slid them
down and got my first look at his cock.  Jeremy was no little boy in my
eyes any more.  His hard cock stood out, precum glistening on the tip.

   I got his boxers off of him and then reached out and wrapped my fingers
around his shaft.  He let out a loud groan as I squeezed and stroked his
shaft.  I leaned forward and licked the precum from the tip of his cock.  I
licked the head of his cock round and round before taking it into my mouth.
I slid his cock as deep into my mouth as I could, bobbing my head up and
down the shaft.

   I looked up at him and saw he had his fists balled at his sides and his
eyes closed as the pleasure raced through him.  I slipped his cock out of
mouth, not wanting him to cum just yet, and stood up.

   "You've been a very good boy, Jeremy, and I think you deserve a reward,"
I said.

   I walked over to the bad and laid down on it, his eyes on me the whole
time.  I waved my finger at him and said, "Come get your reward."

   He leapt across the room and lay down on the bed with me.  His hands
cupped my breasts and squeezed.  I felt his hard cock against my hip and
knew I needed him inside me right then.

   I had him lie between my legs and press his cock against my pussy.  He
lay on top of me and brought his mouth to mine as his cock pressed into my
pussy.  Our mouths opened and our tongues slid against each other as he
slid his cock deeper into me.  I broke our kiss with a loud moan as he
pushed his cock deep into my pussy.

   He pushed it as deep as he could and I grabbed him and held tight as
waves of pleasure tore through my body.

   He eased out and in again and my pussy quivered against his hard cock.
As he fucked me, he bent his head down and licked my nipples.  He sucked
them into his mouth and flicked his tongue against them, sending more
shivers through my body.

   He sped up his pace, thrusting harder and faster into me.  He lifted his
head and met my eyes.  We stared at each other, feeling and seeing the
pleasure reflected in each other's eyes.

   I slid my fingers down and rubbed my clit while he slid in and out of
me. I rubbed my clit and the top of his shaft as he slid into me.  He let
out another moan of pleasure from my touch.

   "Bet you never had a girl do that before, huh?" I asked.

   "No!" He gasped.  "It's awesome!"

   "I bet I know something else you'll like," I said.

   He stared at me in anticipation.

   "Pull out," I said.

   With a reluctant look on his face, he slid his cock out of me and sat
back.  I turned over and got on my hands and knees.  I wiggled my ass at
him and asked, "Wasn't I a bad girl?  Weren't you gonna spank me?"

   He grinned and slapped his hand hard against my ass.  I groaned and
said, "Do it again!"

   He spanked me again before he got on his knees between my legs.  He
pushed his cock slowly into my pussy.  He slid his entire length into me,
eliciting another long moan from me.

   He slid back and, taking hold of my hips, thrust his hard cock deep into
me.  I cried out as he thrust into me again and again, slamming his cock
deep into my pussy.  He let go of my hip long enough to spank me again.

   With him riding me, I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit.  The
pleasure was overwhelming.  I rubbed myself as he thrust hard into me.  It
wasn't long before I could feel my pussy quivering with need for release.

   When my orgasm came it was too much, I pressed my face against my pillow
and screamed.  I rocked my hips back and forth, forcing him deeper into me
with each thrust.  I pressed hard against my clit and felt the world
disappear as my orgasm crashed through me.

   I collapsed on the bed, sad to feel Jeremy's cock slide out of my but I
had no control over my muscles.

   "Are you okay?" He asked, lying next to me with a concerned look on his
face.

   It took a couple of tried but I managed to say, "Yes.  I'm fine.  I t
was just too much."

   He grinned and laid down beside me, letting me catch my breath.  After I
had control of my body again, I looked over at him and asked, "Do you still
want to cum on my tits?"

   He grinned and that was all the answer I needed.  I slipped off of the
bed and motioned him to sit on the side of it.  I got between his spread
legs and licked my way up his cock, from base to head.  I tasted my wetness
on his sixteen year old cock and it excited me more.

   I grasped his cock in my hand as I slipped the head of his shaft into my
mouth.  I stroked up and down with my hand as I sucked him.  He moaned and
grabbed my hair, forcing my mouth up and down faster.

   It didn't take long before he gasped, "I'm gonna cum!"

   I slid his cock out of my mouth and pressed myself between his spread
legs.  His cock shuddered in my hand and the first load of him cum shot
out. It splashed against my neck and the tops of my breasts.

   I stroked him hard, loving his loud moans of pleasure.  Another load of
cum splashed against me and I kept stroking until there was only a drop
hanging from his cock.

   I leaned forward and licked the last drop of cum from his cock.  He let
out a long sigh and said, "That was amazing."

   "That's the best compliment I've had in a long time," I said.

   He opened his mouth to speak when a phone rang.  I looked around in
confusion.  I knew that wasn't the hotel phone and that was not my ringtone
for my cell.  I looked at Jeremy and saw his face go white.

   "Shit!" He said, leaping from the bed.  He rushed over to his pants and
managed to pull his phone out of the pocket on the last ring.

   "Yeah, Mom?" He asked.

   He listened for a moment before saying, "Fine, I'll be right there.  No
need for a heart attack or anything."

   He hung up the phone and looked back at me.

   "I have to go," he grumbled.

   I stood up and walked over to him.  I pulled him against me and we
shared a long, passionate kiss before I said, "We have to more days for the
conference.  If you're not doing anything tomorrow night I have some ideas
for you."

   He grinned and said, "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

   He got dressed and, with one more long kiss, he rushed out the door.  I
collapsed back on the bed and thought about how much trouble that boy could
get me in.  Then I decided I didn't care.  I needed what he had and I was
going to enjoy it.

   With a contented smile on my face, I curled up and waited for sleep to
take me and for tomorrow to hurry up and get here.