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Subject: {ASSM} Victoria - Cliche Bored Suburbanite(2/3) (M/F, cons, older woman)
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Date: Tue, 06 Oct 2009 09:10:05 -0400
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This is part two of my Victoria - Cliche Bored Suburbanite series.  I hope
you enjoy it!  As always, it is a work of fiction.

~red~

Victoria - Cliche Bored Suburbanite(2/3) (M/F, cons, older woman)

Jeremy and I stayed far apart for a few days after our experience.  He did
not acknowledge me when he say me, nor did he make any effort to try and
talk to me.  It made me smile, he clearly had no idea what to do.  But, it
also made me feel a little bit bad because I also knew he was likely a bit
embarrased by his performance on Tuesday morning.

I was not happy to end things there, so I decided to make the next move.
So, on Thursday afternoon, I went over to his home and left a short,
handwritten note stuck to the fridge with a magnet.

"Jeremy...

Thank you for sharing Tuesday morning with me.  To repay you, I would like
to invite you over for breakfast on Friday morning after yoga.  You know
the time.

And Jeremy, if you could get through the fence in the backyard, it would be
great.  Nobody can ever know you are coming over here.

All my effection

Victoria"

Thursday passed so slowly.  It took me a few hours to get my home perfect,
for company, but I kept looking towards the back corner of our lot, towards
the hole in the fence that I had been bugging my husband to fix, towards
Jeremy's entrance into my backyard, and into my life.  Would he slip
through the hole tomorrow morning?  Had he slipped through before?

I was not asleep when my alarm went off at 4:45 am.  I went through my
usual morning ritual - I got up, walked around my house to limber up, put
on yoga pants (it looked cool outside) and a flimsy little tank top with
no bra.  It looked cool outside and I wanted my nipples to harden while he
watched me.  After getting dressed, I drank some water, then went outside
to the area closest to Jeremy's house - my personal yoga studio.

To my surprise and disappointment, I got through a forty five minute routine
with no sight of him.  But, moments after stopping, I turned around to reach
for my towel and when I turned back to the hole in my fence, there he was,
walking towards me and looking so wonderful.

I was totally focused while I made small talk and invited him inside for
the orange juice, which I had squeezed the night before.  We drank orange
juice, and made more small talk while I cut up melons and served them with
berries.

Jeremy made good small talk - he was clearly nervous and unsure of himself,
but the fact that he was in my kitchen spoke volumes.  He was dressed
meticulously in black khakis and a green t-shirt, his hair was neater than
I had seen it in ages.  He was dressed to impress....

So, I indulged him...no, I really indulged myself.

"Jeremy, have you thought about Tuesday?"

He bit his lip and answered, "yes."

"So have I," I looked away, paused for a moment, "I have been thinking
about it a whole lot."

Jeremy fidgeted and replied, "Oh yeah?"  The effort of saying two words was
almost more than he could handle - at least at that moment.

"Yeah...it really turned me on."

He reacted like I slapped him and paused, stunned, unable to comprehend
what I had just said.  Clearly, I had pushed him far beyond what he
expected and he seemed speechless.  So, I continued, "Jeremy, would you
please come with me?"

I turned on my heels and lead Jeremy upstairs.

When we got to my bedroom, I carefully inspected him.  He looked red in the
face and dazed, almost like he was going to pass out.  Part of me wanted
to ask him if he was going to be okay, but I didn't want to embarrass him.
So, I took the lead and slowly lifted off my tank top.

His eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head as I slowly
lifted the tank top up my torso and over my head.  When I dropped the tank
top and smiled at him, he finally spoke.  "You never wear bras when you
exercise."

I smiled, "That is because I knew you were watching."  He looked stunned,
so I continued, "I take it as a compliment, all of it, even the filming,
though I wish that you would stop that."

"Yes Ma'am.  Would you like to see what I have of you one day?"

I paused to think that one over while I traced my fingers over my bare
stomach.  "Yes, I think that I would.  Have you seen my breasts before?"

"Never like this, Ma'am, but I have gotten little glimpses before.  I would
like to touch them."

I smiled at that comment and at his attempts to control the morning.  "Not
yet...I want to make love to you, I want to take your virginity.  May I?"

"Yes Ma'am, you may..."  he trailed off and bit his lip, clearly at a loss.

"But I want your first time to last long enough for you to really enjoy it
and experience all of it.  How does that sound?"

He couldn't say anything, so instead, he just nodded.

"Take off your clothes Jeremy and lie down on my bed...on your back please."

Jeremy complied with my request - he stripped in front of me and lied down
on my bed.  I watched him undress and cherished the rush I got when he lied
down on my back.  Completely under my control, ready, willing to be moulded
into the perfect person to share my loneliness with.

I reached down, peeled off my yoga pants under his watchful eye and posed a
little bit for him.  "Do you like my vagina, Jeremy?"

He was completely erect now and almost shuddered, "Oh yeah Mrs. Green."  The
talkative, articulate man of Tuesday was gone now.  That made me smile so I
got down at the foot of the bed and crawled up between his legs, so that I was
staring right at his cock.

"I do not expect you to last long right now, Jeremy.  So, I just want you
to relax and feel what I am about to do to you.  Will you just abandon
yourself to me?"

"Yes Ma'am..."

I smiled and leaned forward, gently licking the underside of his cock head.

He shuddered under my tongue and I reached up to take hold of his cock with
my right hand.  My tongue worked from the bottom of his head, all the way
down the bottom side of his cock, to the sensitive spot where his shaft met
his testicles.  Then I softly kissed my way back up the under side of his
cock, moving slowly, so slowly until I started kissing the tip.

My kisses started off very gentle, but grew more intense.  He was quickly
squirming as I kissed him and flicked my tongue all around the tip of his
erection.  Those squirms were my sign to continue, so I started sucking him
into my mouth, sucking it until the tip hit the back of my throat.  I sucked
him in and out for a moment, working my tongue along the underside of his
cock while giving him oral sex.

He bucked his hips and squirmed, making little moans and grunts of pleasure,
I knew that he was close, so the next time he brushed against the back of
my throat, I 'swallowed' (like I learned to do when I was his age) and took
his cock into my throat - all the way so that his testicles rested against
my chin.

Jeremy started to cum in my throat - I held perfectly still, relaxed,
meditated and eagerly swallowed his nectar.  When his spasms stopped, I let
him out of my throat, out of my mouth and crawled up the bed beside him.

There was a huge smile on his face as he said, "I'm so sorry for not
lasting longer!"

I smiled back and silenced him with, "I asked you to abandon yourself to
me.  I loved doing that!"

"That was better than I dreamed it could be...I didn't think that regular
women could deepthroat."

"Oh, so you think I am regular AND you know about deepthroating?"

He turned a little bit red, "Well, I have watched lots of porn..."

I giggled at that admission and made a horrible, indecent proposal.  "Can
I teach you to make love, Jeremy?"

"Yes Ma'am..."

"Call me Victoria...."

I taught Jeremy to make love.  Our relationship started that morning in the
king sized bed I often shared with my husband with the first 'lesson'.  That
lesson started with an explanation of how the female sexuality differs from
that of the male's.

"See that Jeremy, how you were just very turned on and finished right away?

You went from aroused to over the peak very quickly.  Like a sprinter?  My
sexuality is a little bit different, more like ballet.  My sexuality builds
slowly into crescendo.  May I have your hand?"

I took his hand and lead it to my pussy and gave him a quick tour, I showed
him how to stroke my lips, then how to apply a little more pressure and
find my clit.

He was an eager, willing student and he quickly grew hard again while I was
guiding his hand and teaching him how to please a woman with his hands.

"Can I eat your pussy, Mrs. Green?"

His language shocked me a little as I had forgotten he was raised on internet
porn, but I kept my composure.  "Call me Victoria, Jeremy.  And yes, you
may, in fact I am glad you asked - I want you to feel free to ask me for
anything.  But now, what do you know about eating pussy?"

He showed me what little he knew, but with some of my patient instruction,
he quickly improved to the point that I was not faking it any longer.  My
moans and gasps of pleasure were one hundred percent real.  "You are going
to make me cum, baby," I exclaimed, which only encouraged him.

He made me cum with his mouth and I was doubly delighted.  Jeremy was an
excellent student and a quick learner who would grow into a very patient,
wonderful lover.  And, I had had an orgasm for the pleasure of helping
teach him.  What could be better?

"I am so proud of you Jeremy, that was incredible!"

"Thank you Victoria," he peaked up, "I like this very much."

"Climb up here, and lie down on your back."  He complied with my orders and
I admired his erection while he got into position.  When he was lying on
his back, I slowly stroked his stomach and told him, "I am going to make
love to you now and take your virginity.  You have made me so proud so you
do not have to last very long, I want you to abandon yourself to me."

Jeremy nodded his agreement and I climbed on top, reached down and guided
his hardness inside of me.  I lowered myself down, onto it and gasped as I
felt it sliding inside.  When he was all the way inside, I looked down upon
him.

"Normally, you should use a condom for this, but I think it is okay for the
two of us.  You are a virgin, and my husband rarely touches me."

"This is the only way I wanted it, Ma'am.  To feel you completely, to be one
on a physical level like I have so many times on a mental level."

I started grinding back and forth on him, sometimes raising and lowering, or
making big circles to spice things up.  He got into it, bent his knees and
watched me the entire time.  When he would get too into it and when I sensed
that he was close, I would coax him down, "Relax Jeremy, breathe, ride my
sexual waves, don't fight them...."  A few times, I had to come to a
complete stop to keep him from releasing, "You're trying to fight my waves,
Jeremy.  Let them flow through you..."

My waves quickly reached a crescendo and I felt my body tighten around his
cock as my orgasm overtook my body.  It was more powerful than my last one
and I lost control to such an extent that I let Jeremy lose control.

Suddenly, his body tensed underneath mine and he gasped as his orgasm
started just as mine was fading.  Jets of his semen coated my insides and I
was so happy, "Just like that Jeremy, yes, let my waves flow through you."
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