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Gloria, A Woman Lost Then Found Again
by The Tall Man (tallman034@aol.com)
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A grieving widow meets a young stud, who manages to
rekindle her long lost libido - using underhand
methods. (MF, drugs, seduction)
***
Author Note: This story is based on an idea, inspired
by some stunning photo images and some very vivid and
personal fantasies floated by 'Peter'. It's about a
middle-aged widow and her encounter, then seduction by
a younger man. Thanks, Peter, for the input. I'm happy
to field comments to my email: tallman034@aol.com
***
Chapter One Gloria
At the relatively young age of 55, when Gloria lost her
husband, she felt that the end of the world had come
for her and she cried a great deal. Her dear husband,
Arnold, had only recently celebrated his 56th birthday
and he seemed for all the world to be fit and ready for
a long life ahead of him. But that's heart attacks for
you. No early warnings, no symptoms, no one saw it
coming.
At first Gloria couldn't come to terms with the fact
that her one and only love was no longer there beside
her, and it took a very long time to get used to the
devastating void created by his absence. She shut
herself away, she cried, and despite the loving support
of her many close friends, she was entirely
inconsolable for a very long time.
Gloria had met Arnold Heald during her last year at
college. It was love at first sight for them both, but
Gloria had had a very strict upbringing. For fear of
inciting her parents' anger, and despite Gloria's
desire to please Arnold by surrendering her virginity
to him, the amorous couple had to stay patient.
Gloria's dread, especially of her father, was stronger
at that point in her life than her innocent sexual
desire or her courage to break his rules, and she and
Arnold had to be content for now with furtive kissing
in dark, quiet places and mutual petting, during which
they discovered enough about each others' young bodies
to acutely whet their appetites for greater things to
come.
Gloria began to experience a certain unexpected
moistness in her panty for the first time, as she
tentatively and shyly held and then squeezed and
fondled Arnold's sizeable cloth-covered penis. Arnold
too felt the most remarkable sexual excitement, his
young organ pulsing and spurting in his pants during
the rare occasions he was able to fondle Gloria's
breasts and thighs, outside her clothing.
But, however much she longed to surrender to Arnold's
tender ministrations and venture further, the usual
parental terror kicked in for Gloria, and that was as
far as she allowed herself to go into the sexual
unknown, until the wedding night. And the wedding could
not take place until Gloria passed her majority.
Chapter Two Gloria and Arnold
Soon after her twenty-first birthday, Gloria finally
left home and married her one and only love, Arnold,
who had already attained his own majority a few months
before.
As a teenager, and then a twenty-one year old, Gloria
was a stunning beauty, tall and slim, and with long,
elegant legs which Arnold often said: 'went all the way
up to her neck'. She had the body of an athlete, except
that her breasts were not those of a skinny sprinter.
She was endowed with the fullest and firmest breasts,
and nipples which were astonishingly long, thick and
rounded.
When Arnold's eyes fell upon Gloria's naked breasts for
the first time, on their wedding night, the sight of
them and the feel of her nipples against his belly
caused him to ejaculate before he could even come close
to penetrating her extremely desirable body, such was
his excitement and anticipation, after waiting so long
and having to try to suppress his desire. It was not
long before Arnold rose again to the occasion for a
second attempt, and finally was able to pierce the
delightfully tight, but moist entrance to Gloria's
soft, sensational body.
For Gloria, the breaching of her hymen proved to be
less than comfortable, but knowing that she was
pleasing Arnold with her body was all she needed. With
the rest of their lives together in front of them, in
time she was sure she would learn to enjoy the
sensation and pleasure of having his long, thick penis
inside of her.
Both virgins when they got married, Gloria and Arnold
embarked together upon a life of personal and sexual
discovery. Freed of all the restrictions she had
endured at home, Gloria, encouraged by a more liberal
and enthusiastic Arnold, thrived as she began to learn
the about the endless pleasures of sex. At the outset,
there was very little available to guide them through
their mutual learning, other than by reading 'sex
education' books and watching similar subject video
cassettes.
But as they sought to go further together into the
unfamiliar carnal mysteries, they discovered many
examples of soft pornography in the form of books,
magazines, and video cassettes. These publications were
essentially made for men's masturbatory pleasure, but
what first stimulated Arnold always ended up stirring
Gloria. For Gloria, once the submissive daughter, now
became a very willing, co-operative, even submissive
wife and lover.
They began to plan their life. Arnold worked as an
independent insurance broker, while Gloria, after a
short spell in a bank, stayed at home for a period, as
they tried to conceive a child. After two years of
trying, many exhaustive physical examinations, and much
soul searching between the two of them, with no result,
they finally put their disappointment aside and moved
on with their lives. Gloria returned to working at the
bank, and when not working, they both pursued their
social life and especially their sexual quests with
more and more enthusiasm. They became hooked on sex.
Later on, Gloria joined her husband in creating a new
private venture in his insurance brokering, along the
way learning the art of underwriting and broking to a
high level of competence.
Discovering at a very early stage in their long
marriage that seeing his beautiful wife in her
underwear produced for Arnold the most impressive and
intense erections and overwhelming desire, Gloria, ever
submissive to her husband's desires, never refused his
requests for her to wear just bra and panties with high
heels around the house Nor did she ever object to his
sudden urges to make love with her at any time of the
day.
The sight of her long legs precariously balanced on
high stiletto shoes, her hips swaying, her breasts
pressing against her bra and jiggling as she fussed
around the house or waltzed around the bedroom drove
Arnold beyond reason, and Gloria knew it.
Sometimes, bra-less, she would wear just a loose,
flimsy open shirt as she worked in the kitchen, to
treat Arnold to a stunning view of her full globes
bouncing in and out of the light material as she turned
around here and there, her solid nipples made even more
erect by the cool air from the air conditioning.
Her feeling of exhibitionism and the swelling of her
nipples made her flush and also brought on an intense
anticipation and a desire to feel Arnold's hands on her
body. Knowing that Arnold was following her every
movement around the room, his eyes glued to her body,
wanting her, desiring her, his penis long, fat and
erect under his pants, all this excited her and she
would easily become moist inside her pussy, fired by
the anticipation of what might happen at any moment.
On many occasions Arnold had taken Gloria by the arms,
spun her around and made her bend backwards over the
kitchen table or had pulled her to the sofa, or to the
floor; he would pull her panties down roughly and
penetrate her with his urgently throbbing appendage. On
these occasions Arnold had usually ejaculated quite
rapidly into Gloria's soft cunt due to his over-
excitement, but Gloria didn't mind, she loved the
feeling of Arnold's long hardness inside her pussy,
brief though it was.
And she was only too contented to know that he desired
her so much and wanted her so urgently that he couldn't
wait until bed time. Gloria always desperately wanted
to please her lover and submitted willingly to his
needs, knowing that there would be other moments for
her to savour, when she would have her own extreme
pleasure. Arnold's excitement was hers too.
As time went, by Gloria and Arnold, in their thirties,
went from sexual experience to sexual experience. They
loved mutual and self-masturbation and its different
aspects, and experimented endlessly. Arnold always took
the lead in these occasions, sometimes asking Gloria to
don some of her sexiest underwear, sit in an armchair,
and slip her fingers inside her panties and finger-fuck
herself whilst he stroked his penis.
Naked, he would often move around her chair as she did
this, watching her face contorted with lust, her eyes
closed; he would gaze at her heaving breasts held up by
her bursting bra, marvelling at how her fingers moved
in and out of her pussy, quicker and quicker. He loved
the slick, moist slapping sound coming from down there,
and the expression on her face and her fast breathing
as she came to climax, gasping and calling out his
name.
When she had stopped shaking from her orgasm, Arnold
would move closer, stroking his tingling cock faster
and faster in his fist. Gloria's wide open eyes would
be fixed upon his hand and his tool with love and
admiration for its dimensions, and in total
anticipation of his imminent ejaculation. Placing her
hands underneath her bra covered breasts, cupping them
closer together and holding them higher, Gloria would
sigh as Arnold told her he was getting ready to spurt
over her body.
Sometimes he would thrust his hot, cum-leaking rod into
the soft and silky flesh of her cleavage; sometimes he
would lean back slightly and allow his sperm to squirt
over her. Gloria would then catch Arnold's seminal
liquid as it jetted forcefully onto her more than ample
cleavage. Afterwards she would massage the sperm into
her skin for several minutes, at the same time squeeze
his cock end with her finger tips, telling him how hot
and slippery and lovely his sperm was as she milked the
last drops, as Arnold gasped from the pleasure of
coming and waited for his breathing to slow down.
Although Gloria was not initially enthusiastic about
oral activities, at the age of almost forty, and for a
special birthday gift, she finally gave in to Arnold's
wish to have what seemed to him at the time the
ultimate experience. Under his gentle guidance she
sucked Arnold's hardness and swallowed his sperm for
the very first time. But it was not to be the last, and
Gloria quickly became adept at giving him the ultimate
pleasure of feeling his rigid cock in her hot, adoring
mouth, the joy as she licked and sucked his cock and
balls until he orgasmed and she greedily swallowed
every drop of his creamy seminal fluid.
Learning in her maturity to love the manly taste of
Arnold's cock and his salty sperm as it slid down her
throat, Gloria even took the initiative, choosing the
best moments when Arnold was tired or worried about
business matters, to take him in hand, breasts and then
mouth, and help him relax his worries away, by
skillfully draining his balls in such a way that no
effort was required on his part.
All Arnold had to do on these occasions was sit or lie
back, close his eyes and let Gloria take over; within
minutes his beautiful and shapely semi-naked,
underwear-clad wife would be on her knees submissively
before him and his hardening cock would be disappearing
between her lips and to the back of her throat. On such
occasions, Arnold's ejaculation was rapid and forceful,
and Gloria's duty was carried out with loving pleasure.
Later in the year, Arnold also took the initiative,
treating Gloria to her very own birthday gift, by
bringing her to orgasm for the first time with his
mouth. Gloria was astonished by the force of her very
first oral climax, and soon devised ways to persuade
Arnold to repeat it over and over again. It happened
mostly when Arnold had already ejaculated over her
breasts; whilst recovering sufficiently for full
penetration, he would spend long minutes licking and
nibbling Gloria's pussy and sucking on her clitoris,
before plunging his stiff tongue inside and biting on
her clit with his upper teeth. The effect was rapid and
powerful, and gave Gloria some of the best non-penetral
orgasms of her life.
Each new discovery led Gloria and Arnold to another,
and then another, until, arriving in their forties,
they realised there would be ultimately no limits to
their potential sexual practices. Finding harder and
harder pornography, they would watch films together.
Arnold would often sit naked on their living room couch
with Gloria balanced on his thighs and his long, thick
dick deep inside her sopping cunt. Arnold would fondle
Gloria's heavy bare breasts from behind, pinching her
nipples and kissing her neck and back. Then, looking
over Gloria's shoulder, their unblinking eyes were
glued to the television as all combination of couple
would fuck, jerk and suck themselves and each other
noisily to wide-screen orgasm.
Sometimes during these sessions, Gloria would kneel
down between Arnold's thighs and suck or tit-fuck him
to a shuddering ejaculation; he would fondle her
breasts, squeeze her nipples or caress her face as she
worked slavishly for his pleasure, until he finally
shared his climax with the bouncing bodies of the
actors on the screen. Then the roles would be reversed,
as Arnold knelt between Gloria's soft open thighs and
ministered to her longing for an overdue oral orgasm.
Gloria, her legs slung over Arnold's shoulders, loved
it when he took his time, licked her and nibbled and
sucked her for an hour at a time while her eyes were
glued to the on-screen activities, and stroked his
face, before she finally gave in to her powerful inner
needs and shuddered to a climax, her sex juices running
into Arnold's eager mouth.
And so Gloria and Arnold continued their journey into
their fifties, looking for the extreme in sexual
activities, the ultimate orgasm. The arrival of
internet provided a whole new world of sexual
stimulation for the happy couple, and with wide eyes
they searched and searched the cyber airwaves with
total abandon. They found porn and more porn. To
satisfy Arnold's increasingly demanding and obsessive
fetish for underwear and to fuel Gloria's frequent
self-exhibition, Gloria pored over all kinds of web
sites whilst Arnold was at work and secretly ordered
online the most revealing, the sexiest and the most
seductive undergarments she could find.
Gloria's body had now had filled out somewhat over a
period of more than 20 years of marriage, and Arnold
himself could not escape the effects of middle age,
developing a paunch and having thinner hair on his
head. Gloria's breasts were slightly bigger and
heavier, but had not lost their irresistible attraction
to Arnold, and never failed to excite him, whether held
up by a full or flimsy bra, or unveiled for his lustful
attentions.
Her belly, bum and thighs too, were thicker, but
remained firm and silky. By the same token, Gloria
still loved her husband as she always had, and despite
his changing form, his slight paunch, his potency was
as strong as ever, and they were proud that their
desire for each other never waned as they got older.
Scouring the online catalogues for more sources of
excitement for Arnold, Gloria's heart beat fast and she
often got moist rubbing herself between her legs
anticipating her husband's sexual reactions to her
secret purchases, the look on his face and the reaction
inside his pants when she finally showed herself off
wearing something new as a special surprise. White was
virginal, she knew Arnold thought, but black was
naughty, so she ordered some items in both colours.
Gloria allowed herself more than a little finger
stimulation of her clitoris as she ordered many
different types of bras; those with very firm cups,
which pushed her breasts higher and closer together,
exaggerating her already immense, middle aged cleavage.
And half-cup bras which left her big nipples exposed to
the air. She ordered different styles of basque and
cincher, to hold her full, rounded body in but to allow
a hint of flesh to show.
She ordered the tiniest silk panties, crotchless
panties, strings and girdles of all kinds. And she
selected the finest, the highest quality black seamed
and seamless stockings to attach to the suspenders of
the girdles.
Finally, knowing that the visual effect of all this
would be amplified by her wearing high black stiletto
heels, which Arnold loved, and knowing that her long
legs would seem even longer, she spent hours and hours
in the city shops searching for the highest heels she
could find, settling on what she thought would be
considered ridiculously high by anyone but her darling
husband. Her sole aim in life was to please and excite
Arnold for the rest of her days.
The first time Gloria did her new striptease in front
of Arnold, in the dining room as he was finishing his
after-dinner brandy one Saturday evening, her amazing
performance produced the most intense sex they had had
for a long time. Arnold was almost beside himself with
passion. After a few minutes of parading her underwear-
covered charms before him around the table, Gloria sat
down on her armchair, lifted her legs up wide apart and
showed Arnold the treasure of her shaved pussy peeking
out of her new crotchless panty.
Arnold leapt to his feet and attacked Gloria in a kind
of frenzy, pressing her down onto the smooth parquet
floor; Gloria helped him by lifting up and stretching
her legs high and wide. Pushing his pants quickly down
to his knees, Arnold knelt down between her open,
quivering thighs and stuffed his rigid cock
unceremoniously and mercilessly into her cunt.
They both cried out with the suddenness of Arnold's
penetration. Very quickly, Gloria's expensive black
seamed stockings were holed, her girdle pulled all out
of place, as Arnold, his face contorted by lust,
ploughed fast and furiously into the slit of her panty,
and into her smouldering, sopping pussy.
Gloria loved every second of it, and Arnold, hardly
aware of the hard parquet scratching against his knees,
ejaculated quickly into her boiling depths, as he often
did when aroused to such a high pitch. Gloria's ass was
also sore from the friction of the wood against her
flesh, but she was extremely worked up and moist, and
begged Arnold to finish her off with his fingers or his
mouth.
Unable to wait for his erection to return, she needed
to come with the same urgency as Arnold had celebrated
his own climax, and Arnold dutifully and adoringly
obliged his loved one by sitting her up on the dining
table, opening her thighs and fastening his mouth onto
her sopping slit.
Gloria's orgasm was rapid too; after only a few minutes
of licking, nibbling and sucking, with Arnold's thick
fingers plunging deep inside her cunt, Gloria threw her
head back and soon shuddered to a screaming climax,
closing her thighs around Arnold's ears. Waking up to
the risk of suffocating her lover, Gloria finally
released Arnold from her thigh-grip, and came down
slowly from her peak.
So began yet another chapter of Gloria's and Arnold's
highly-charged sex life, an existence bonded by a
sincere and profound love that only death would bring
to an end. Arnold's death. There was one major regret:
that so far they had not been able to achieve together
the ultimate anal intercourse; it was the one thing
they had both shied away from, and might have been the
next experience, had it not been for Arnold's untimely
departure.
Chapter Three Life without Arnold
Now, three years later, looking back on all this,
Gloria would still cry into her pillow, wearing one of
Arnold's very favourite underwear sets a tight
fitting black basque or a half-cup bra which lifted up
her still stunning breasts so they looked fat, soft and
rounded, the way he used to liked them: her globes
ready to enclose his cock totally, rub it inside their
softness and catch his sperm as he gasped his climax.
Gloria didn't know how she would ever find solace. In
her advancing age, she straight away dismissed the
whole idea of ever meeting someone who could replace
her one and only husband, her sole and soul lover.
Arnold was a man so full of sexual energy and passion
that she had never been tempted to consider the idea of
being in the arms of another, nor of sharing the body
of another. She hadn't even been able to bring herself
to masturbate since the day her died.
This man had been so good to her for all those years in
so many ways, so fulfilling, that he had been all she
needed in her life. Now he was gone, her libido seemed
to have gone with him.
On the death of Arnold, Gloria's financial advisers had
proposed the sale of Arnold's still flourishing
insurance brokerage to a respectable group of companies
Unisure Brokers. In her desperately lonely and
maudlin state, unable to make sensible and reasoned
decisions, Gloria had agreed to every idea that was
floated, and had given power of attorney to her
advisers.
She certainly saw no possibility of soldiering on
alone; after all, Arnold was the brains and energy
behind the project, and although she had played her own
small part in its success, she lost interest in work
and was in no fit mental or emotional state to start
recruiting replacement talent.
The deal was done quickly and less than a year after
her bereavement, Gloria found herself a very wealthy
woman. But a very lonely soul too.
Nevertheless, counselled and supported by her close and
loyal friends, Gloria gradually began to get used to
her painful emotional and sexual solitude at home.
Three years after Arnold's death, she eventually began
to listen to advice, and to think about getting back to
work, as a means of breaking out from her isolation and
loneliness.
Somehow, Gloria found the courage to browse the
employment agencies. She considered however, that
finding a job at 58 years of age would not be an easy
task, and several times abandoned the idea, to lapse
back into her depression. Her mood was up and then was
soon down, if she drew a blank in her searches.
In one of her mood upswings, Gloria found herself at an
agency which was seeking a variety of new employees for
an expanding insurance broking firm. Insurance was what
she understood well, and as the details of the job were
being discussed, she realised that the firm offering
the jobs was the very group of companies that had
bought Arnold's business.
Her heart thumped in her chest, and she panicked,
thinking that there was no way she could go to that
firm; the memories of working intimately there with her
Arnold were so vivid and intensely painful still, that
Gloria was sure she would suffer endlessly, even if she
was fortunate to be selected to attend an interview and
recruited despite her age. But the genuine and kindly
agency employee gently insisted that Gloria's
experience was much sought after, and that she had a
good chance of being taken on to fill any one of a
number of positions. Perhaps even working there would
in a way bring her emotionally closer to her departed
loved one, she suggested with sincerity.
Two days later, Gloria found herself sitting over a
wide desk from a very handsome young man in his late
twenties and discussing in detail her past working
experience, with a view to being considered as an
assistant to an insurance underwriter. It seemed rather
strange to Gloria to be interviewed for a job,
womething which had not happened in many years. More
so, to be questioned by such a nice young man - the
kind that she would have liked as a son, she remarked
to herself. But he was smiling, delicate, not too
probing about her personal state, finally did what was
necessary to make the meeting for her a pleasure, and
Gloria relaxed.
Karl Worther, the Underwriting Manager of Unisure
Brokers knew who Gloria was, and conducted himself
accordingly during the meeting. He was fully aware of
Gloria's sadness some three years before and how his
employers had purchased Arnold's business, a successful
and profitable arrangement for both buyer and seller
alike. He tried to handle this knowledge with the
utmost delicacy whilst he was interviewing Gloria. He
was also pleased to realise that he found this 58 year
old woman to be a stunningly attractive female, despite
her age - reflecting that Arnold, whom he had never
met, had been a very lucky man indeed to have been
married to such a beauty.
Without giving away any signs of his rising interest in
Gloria as a woman rather than a potential employee, nor
of the growing tumescence in his pants, Karl Worther
continued to examine and discuss Gloria's former work
experience and her suitability for the job on offer. He
allowed himself to steal occasional glances at Gloria's
full, mature body, her gorgeous chest and her
relatively wrinkle-free face and neck.
She was for all the world a very classy woman, he
thought, and as time ran by, Karl's penis began an
uncontrollable throbbing inside his pants. He knew he
had to have her. But for now, he had to engage her as
an assistant to one of his Underwriters. He had to do
this quite against the company's normal policy of
recruiting people over fifty years of age. But he felt
that her experience, and her history as a key person in
Arnold's old firm, her knowledge of some of the
clientele justified his hasty, lust driven decision to
bring her into his lair.
Despite Gloria's initial hesitation, ultimately the job
began to appeal to her, and her confidence grew as Karl
Worther gave her every encouragement, so that the
valuable knowledge she had accumulated through the
years of working alongside Arnold began to seep back
into her consciousness. Also, she liked this young man
more and more, and imagined that it would be a pleasure
working with him, in whatever capacity was required.
She even felt a tremor of guilt, looking at him slyly
and admiring his handsome face and tall, broad
shouldered frame.
She liked the way his black hair was slicked back, and
noticed how smart and business-like he was dressed. A
crisp white shirt and red tie underneath a well
pressed, black pin-striped suit made him look every
inch the professional. Just like Arnold in his prime,
but a bit taller, she thought, drawn to him by the
image of her dead husband. It didn't take long to agree
a date for Gloria to start back to work, and commence a
new chapter in her life.
She would report for duty on Monday next, the first
Monday of the new month; she would start with some
assessment and refresher training in the company of her
immediate boss, the Underwriter, and supervised
throughout by Mr Karl Worther. As they shook hands and
parted, it seemed to Gloria that Karl Worther hung onto
and squeezed her hand just a moment or two longer than
she would have expected, something which made her heart
skip a little; she flushed and smiled timidly. Both
Gloria and Karl were looking forward immensely to that
moment when she would begin the next stage of her life
as a widow, but for very, very different reasons.
That evening, Gloria masturbated for the first time
since the death of her husband.
Chapter Four Karl, and a new life
Sitting back in his Underwriting Manager's leather
chair, Karl Worther allowed himself to reflect on his
latest recruit, Mrs Gloria Heald, beautiful, desirable,
full bodied and also intelligent widow, and now focus
of his immediate secret carnal desires. His excited
cock throbbed strongly, and in his private office, door
closed, he allowed himself to stroke its length, very
lightly and very languorously outside his pants as he
thought of the possibilities. A wealthy woman, widow
for three years at least, probably badly in need of
some affection and more; his mind and his wicked
imagination were racing already.
And she reminded him so much of his mother who would
have been roughly the same age. That thought made his
cock jerk even more forcefully.
At the age of twenty nine, Karl was in an exceptionally
successful phase of his career in insurance broking and
underwriting, but was at a desperately unhappy, even
critical stage in his five year old marriage to
Katherine a marriage which he recognised early on had
been a great mistake.
Sexually, things between Karl and Katherine had not
been even-keeled since the beginning either. Karl
needed someone like his mother, a mature, full-bodied
woman with undeniable beauty, a woman who had been the
object of his adolescent and adult masturbation
fantasies. His unmarried mother had spoiled him
endlessly, looked after him and helped him with his
education at every stage, had made him what he was
today. And he adored her, he loved her to death.
For more than ten years, whenever he had masturbated or
made love with a woman, it was always his mother's face
and body which obsessed his entire mind and imagination
and brought him to the peak of sexual excitement. He
had never dared overstep the lines of taboo with his
mother; he had always shown the necessary respect of a
son for his mother. But she had always been a woman to
cuddle her son tight to her large breasts, even as he
grew older. He had cherished those intimate moments
over the years, to the point where he felt that the
only real love he could achieve was in his mother's
adoring arms.
Karl's mother had died five years earlier, and, like
Gloria, Karl had immense diffculty in coming to terms
with the void she left behind. All that remained of his
wonderful mother now were photographs and a suitcase of
her clothes. Most of the garments in this large
suitcase were his mother's underclothes, which he
treasured. Periodically, when his wife was absent, Karl
would open the suitcase, take out some of these
undergarments and enjoy the silky feel of them against
his face, trying to find traces of his mother's odour
in the fabric. He especially loved to bury his nose in
the bras and remember what it was like to be clasped to
her big, soft bosom as a child and as an adolescent.
Sometimes, Karl would masturbate, wrapping his hard
erection inside his mother's night slip, or in her
panty, stroking slowly and gently, like he knew his
mother would have done if he they had dared share such
a moment. Then he would call out her name as he spurted
copiously into the silk. Each joy-filled ejaculation
was dedicated to his loving and dearly missed mother,
the love of his young life.
He soon realised the blunder of marrying Katherine, a
young woman who was unable to awake in him the deep
desire that his mother had long stirred.
And now, for the first time since her death, Karl had
met a woman other than his mother who might do just
that, might just stir deep desires in him. Gloria
Heald, a woman who was like his mother in so many ways.
Here was a rare, mature beauty, with almost the same
body, but who had even bigger breasts than those which
had held him suffocatingly close so many times. Now
Karl's heart beat fast and his cock throbbed with
longing; the interminable waiting for next Monday and
the potential beyond was not going to be easy.
Meanwhile, an extremely exhilarated Gloria returned to
her empty home after her job interview with Karl
Worther, but this time she didn't have those same
melancholic feelings she had often previously felt.
Now, she had something fresh to look forward to, a new
lease of life starting next Monday. At bedtime, she
bathed her soft, generous body, fixed her short blond
hair and made up her face. Her head and her spirit
already felt better; now she decided, for the very
first time since Arnold's death, to try and recover her
sexuality.
She put on a silk bra, which was not even half-cup; she
had deliberately bought a size too small, which had the
effect of pushing her globes up, squeezing them
together, to allow her enormous nipples to show outside
the cup, just for Arnold. She donned a tiny matching
silk slip and girdle. To complete the outfit, she added
a pair of sheer silk stockings and, of course, high
heels. All in virginal white, except the stilettos,
because it was going to be her first time since
Arnold's death.
As Gloria slowly and carefully put on these items in
her bedroom, before her large mirror, reviewed the
mature but highly sexy image she knew she projected,
she smiled sensuously and talked very quietly to
Arnold's photo beside her bed. She explained to him all
that had happened today, and how she was going to work
for a very nice young man the kind she would have
liked for a son. Very much in Arnold's image, she
explained, and she felt sure that Arnold would have
liked him as much as she did.
She knew also her husband would be pleased to learn
that she was feeling a whole lot better this evening
and wanted to show him how much it meant to her, to be
starting soon a big new episode of her widowhood. She
began to moisten between her pussy lips; yes, a slight
tingling was perceptible, as she twirled elegantly
around the bedroom, watching herself in her mirror and
looking at Arnold's eyes in his photo; they seemed to
follow her everywhere, she thought, just like it used
to be when she did her stripteases around him in the
old days and she waited excitedly for him to lose
control.
Gloria's body became more and more aroused as the
minutes past, and finally she lay down on her king-size
bed, her head on her pillow turned towards Arnold's
photo, which she rotated, so she could look into his
eyes from where she lay. She pushed her heavy breasts
together with her hands and offered them to Arnold,
pinching the cork-sized nipples like he always enjoyed,
to make them swell and harden, licked her lips
lasciviously, pouting at him. She imagined Arnold
already excited, his cock hardening as he watched her
new and rejuvenated performance.
She shifted a hand down between her thighs, stretched
and opened her legs wide and ran her fingers over her
panty covered pussy-lips, found them moist as her love
juices filtered through the flimsy silk. She raised her
knees, pushed aside the gusset of her silk panty and
rubbed her bare, close cropped pussy-lips lightly for a
while; she then slipped a finger slowly inside her
cunt, calling Arnold's name softly as she did so, as
though it was his organ that was longingly penetrating
her mature, luscious body.
Time to pleasure herself now, Gloria thought, as she
gazed into Arnold's eyes with inextinguishable love and
desire, and began to slip her finger in and out of her
now dripping cunt. Her finger moved faster and faster,
then she added a second finger deep into the soft,
spongy flesh of her vagina. She increased the pace of
her finger thrust, knowing that it would not be long
before she reached her climax; she had been more than
three years without Arnold and without any sexual
release at all, and tonight she was ready.
Gloria was feeling so good now; at long last she had
rediscovered her sexuality, and although alone in life,
it was as though she was sharing this moment of
pleasure with Arnold, her one and only love. This was
the way it would be now, she thought. She breathed more
heavily, calling Arnold's name again and again as she
pumped now two fingers into her dripping cunt-flesh,
and with the other hand squeezed her breasts and
nipples alternatively in front of Arnold's portrait,
her eyes fixed on his eyes.
She now dropped her other hand between her legs, and
lightly ran a finger over her clitoris, accelerating
the building orgasm, adding to the plunging hardness of
her fingers slapping rigidly inside her vagina. Within
only a few minutes Gloria was coming, and coming hard.
The waves of orgasm began to wash over her whole body,
as her hot, wet cunt began to tense up and throb and
throb with pleasure. Her head jerked up off the pillow,
her legs shook violently and her lower body lifted up
as though to meet the unstoppable thrusts of Arnold's
long, thick and rock-hard cock which should have been
inside her at that moment. She screamed Arnold's name
again and again as she climaxed for the first time in
more than three years, imagined that she was welcoming
his jets of sperm into her womb once more.
As the waves passed and Gloria's body began to quieten
and her breathing began to slow, she gazed into
Arnold's eyes and declared her never-dying love for
him, just as she had always done after making love with
him in days gone by. It was as though he was there, and
would always be there.
Gloria lay back, calm now; her breathing became
relaxed, and deepened, she closed her eyes and began to
drift off into an untroubled slumber. The last thing
she thought as she slipped slowly into unconsciousness,
was what a nice young man that Karl Wurther was. And
how he reminded her so much of Arnold as a young
businessman. And how she would have liked him as a son.
Or maybe as a lover. It was too late to stop that last
thought.
Chapter Five First day at work
Gloria found it difficult, on her first day at work in
her new job, to acclimatise to the demands of her new
surroundings. After three years of not working in a job
and using her brain thoroughly, her thought process had
slowed down, it seemed to her, and frankly she felt
just a little embarrassed to find that she had some
difficulty taking in all that the staff around her were
explaining.
In a very short space of time, the pressure was on
Gloria to learn a new filing system for paper records,
as well as how to master a computer programme which was
far, far in advance of the one she had used in Arnold's
business. Things had moved on in those three years,
underwriting principles had developed. Her lunch break
simply hadn't been long enough to re-charge her
batteries, and at the end of this first day of her new
life, her poor head was spinning from cerebral
overload, and she felt exhausted
Just as official working hours came to a close, and she
was thinking about how nice it would be to switch off
and rest her brain for a few hours, go home, take a
bath and relate her first day to Arnold, Gloria got an
internal email message that Karl Wurther wanted to see
her. Fearing the worst, heart beating fast, Gloria
slipped timidly into Karl's office and was invited by
her smiling boss to sit down. This time, Karl had
removed his jacket, and Gloria remarked how crisp and
smart was his blue shirt, making his tanned face seem
extra handsome. He came around to the front of his desk
and sat in its edge to speak to Gloria, clutching
Gloria's personnel file before him.
Gloria had no reason to fear this meeting, in fact, for
Karl listened smilingly and with interest whilst she
related and summed up her first day in her new job. She
had no way of knowing, either that, although she had
not seen much of Karl that day, he had been watching
her as he passed from room to room.
Nor did she notice that Karl was sitting there on the
edge manager's desk with a famous hardon carefully
arranged inside his pants to point upwards, and hidden
by Gloria's file, as he tried to imagine the lines and
the feel of Gloria's body under her business woman's
violet blouse and close-fitting grey skirt just above
the knee with its slight belly bulge. And he wondered
how it would be to stroke those long stocking-covered
legs all the way down to her high heels and back up to
her crotch, then to be clasped to her bosom like he had
enjoyed so many times with his mother even to suckle
Gloria's massive breasts.
As Karl's penis throbbed away inside his pants, high up
and pressed against his belly, his imagination running
riot, Gloria, unsuspecting, felt obliged to tell Karl
honestly that she had struggled somewhat at times
today, that the re-learning curve seemed steep, and
that she was tired. But she immediately got encouraging
words in reply, and when she left fifteen minutes later
and went home, she felt reassured for tomorrow, and
quite a bit more light-hearted than when she entered
her young boss's office.
That night, Gloria shared everything with her Arnold;
she told him more about her handsome new boss, how she
liked him, and as she talked, she offered Arnold
another private performance on her bed. By the time she
arrived at her well-earned climax, her full, soft,
yearning body was moist with perspiration and her heart
was beating so fast she thought her chest would explode
as well as her pussy.
As Gloria's shaking body began to calm, she realised
suddenly and not without some embarrassment, that she
had been thinking more about Karl Wurther than Arnold,
for quite a few minutes. She apologised to a silent,
unsmiling Arnold, trying to put aside her guilt, until
she drifted into a contented slumber.
Gloria's week passed well enough, and at the end of a
hard Friday, Gloria felt drained, but nevertheless much
more confident in her ability to grasp and execute her
rτle within Unisure Brokers. She had hardly seen Karl
Wurther during the week, but each time she did, she was
aware of a change in her heartbeat, and a pleasurable
feeling in her lower regions, as he passed by or came
to speak to her. He always had nice things to say, and
always listened patiently as she talked. Gloria liked
Karl more and more, and very slowly but surely, her
feelings of guilt began to recede.
That first Friday evening, just as she was getting
ready to leave, Karl Wurther called Gloria into his
office for the last time to review the totality of her
progress and performance. The meeting went extremely
well, and at the end of almost an hour of job and
progress assessmnt, Gloria received a shock which was
to change her life yet again.
Karl Wurther invited Gloria to dinner that evening.
Chapter Six Dinner with Karl Wurther
Gloria at first had no idea why she had accepted Karl's
Wurther's sudden invitation to dinner. She couldn't
work out if it was because Karl was her boss and she
dared not refuse at such an early stage of her
employment. Or whether it was because he was the kind
of young man she would have liked as a son. Or whether
she was attracted to him in what might be considered
unnatural by some; after all, she thought, he must be
some 30 years younger than her. Gloria was confused
inwardly but flattered. Karl had made it sound as
though a dinner might be the very best way to celebrate
a successful week in her new job, her new life.
Her hesitation almost spoiled it, but finally she said
yes. There was a certain something about the look in
Karl Wurther's eyes that Gloria liked, a kind of
sparkle when she accepted his invitation
At home, Gloria's heart wouldn't stop thumping.
Flushed, she looked at herself in her full length
mirror, spoke to Arnold about what was happening to
her. Arnold remained silent, his cold eyes following
her from his silver frame as Gloria undressed and stood
proud and naked before the mirror. Gloria gazed at her
full, but less than firm body in the glass, decided
that she was far too old to be feeling like this about
a young man almost half her age. And yet, she thought,
she may be past her prime, but still had a body that
some men, young and old would lust after, and her skin
was good. And her mature carnal desires were still
there, deep and powerful. Arnold knew that too, for he
had seen those urges overtake her in the evenings as he
watched her masturbate on her bed before him.
Gloria hoped that Arnold would understand her need to
go out now, enjoy the company of her young boss, enjoy
the attention which she had been missing for three
years. Even if it was strictly a gesture of kindness on
the part of her boss to encourage Gloria in her work,
she still felt very flattered by the young man's
interest in her, and was determined to try and relax
and make the most of it.
Now, she had to decide what to wear for the occasion.
She consulted Arnold. It took only a short while to
select the right dress a simple black cocktail dress.
For Arnold's pleasure, most of her dresses were low cut
and emphasised her amazing breasts; it had always
pleased Arnold to be able to look down into her dresses
and admire those full globes, even sneak a feel
sometimes; and to be aware that the effect they had on
him was probably being repeated on men all around them,
was a turn-on for Gloria too.
The simple black cocktail dress was very low cut and
she just knew she would look right in that. And Karl
Wurther was even taller than Arnold, she reflected. She
hoped too, that her handsome young escort would be able
to appreciate a generous, middle-aged cleavage such as
hers, and wondered secretly if Karl would have the same
reaction as Arnold always did, whether he might get an
erection. Then she modestly put it out of her mind.
It took quite a bit longer for Gloria to make her
choice of underwear. She was now fighting the guilt she
began to feel; would she be betraying Arnold by wearing
something so sexy, that had been bought to please him
and only him, and which in any case would be hidden
under her dress? Now, naked, bent over the bed showing
her soft, heavy bum cheeks to her beloved, her legs
parted just enough so he could see her glistening
closely trimmed cunt lips, Gloria nervously sorted
through her stunning array of expensive sexy underwear.
She wanted to please her host. But then, she thought;
Karl was not going to see her underwear, so why bother?
Then, her heart drumming, the feeling of intense
pleasure at going out to dinner with a new man alone
for the first time in more than 30 years, and the
moistness suddenly appearing between her cunt lips
gradually overtook her caution, and Gloria finally
chose her underwear. It was to be naughty, wicked and
black, even if mostly out of sight. She wanted her
stunning nipples to show through her dress, of that she
was sure; so she selected a black silk quarter bra
supporting only the sides and underneath of her heavy
breasts. The bra lifted her globes high and proud, and
she was certain that Karl would appreciate the form of
her tits filling out the front of her black cocktail
dress, especially her cork-size nipples thrusting
through the material at his hungry young eyes.
Looking at her impressive reflection again as she
carefully fixed her makeup and tidied her short blond
hair, religiously treated each month by her exclusive
hairdresser so as not to show a hint of grey, Gloria
decided to do something about her slightly bulging
belly. It wouldn't do for Karl to be put off by a lump
down there, even if her other bulges - her half naked
breasts would really be the main attraction.
She picked out a black cincher, but realised that poor
Arnold was not there to fasten it for her at the back.
So finally, she settled for a tight, black, six-strap
deep fronted girdle with suspender belt, and hooked
onto that her finest, expensive black seamed stockings.
Adding the flimsiest of black panties not much more
than a thong, her black cocktail dress, a pearl
necklace and finally a pair of six inch stilettos,
which she knew would emphasise her long legs, she
decided she was ready, and headed for her car.
Karl Wurther, meanwhile was lying in his bath with eyes
closed rubbing his long swollen penis very slowly with
a soap-filled fist, and in his imagination offering it
to Gloria. He was not going to allow himself to come
right now and spurt his seminal fluid into his bath
water; he was planning to keep his heavy balls crammed
up to bursting just for Gloria. He wanted to fill her
mature pussy with his sperm, saved up for over a week
now. He wanted to fill her up and make her body
tremble, and he had a plan.
Karl's wife was away for the evening, so he felt
totally relaxed and ready for a very special evening.
He had it all worked out.
Karl had met all kinds of people in his business life,
and knew one or two so-called marginals. Amongst his
very small and very confidential circle of marginals
was a man who could get drugs. The man who could get
drugs had procured for Karl a sort of aphrodisiac,
which Karl had kept hidden in his garage for quite a
long time, intending to slip it into his wife's drink
one of these days. A day when Karl's urges were strong
and Katherine was being evasive. But he had lacked the
courage, and the tablets had remained hidden in his
locked tool cupboard, as though waiting for destiny,
the day when Gloria would come into his life.
Karl knew very little indeed about drugs, but his
marginal friend assured him that these tablets worked
very well when mixed with wine, and guaranteed a
heightened sexual desire in people. Just one small
lozenge was all that was necessary, and red wine was
best, so as not to show a change of colour in the drink
that might otherwise be evident. About an hour
altogether would be necessary, he said, to see the full
effects of the drug, but tell-tale signs of behaviour
change would probably be spotted within half that
period. And the best was this: that the effects of the
tablets could last anything from two to six hours, on a
reducing timescale.
Karl stroked his soapy dick, squeezing the bulbous head
and anticipated the evening he was going to share with
Gloria, planned his moves for getting the tablet into
Gloria's drink, then what to do afterwards. He had a
number of options, he thought, once Gloria was fully
under the influence of the drug. He just hoped it
wasn't one of those date-rape drugs, and that Gloria
wouldn't pass out totally. He wanted her at least to
know and feel what he was going to do to her, wanted
her to want more of the same. He would be ready to give
her all she wanted. Karl Wurther was in top form
tonight.
He was all set to go. He stopped rubbing, though his
cock didn't go down he was too excited, but he
squeezed its ample length and thickness as best he
could into his underpants, dressed himself in his
favourite casual jacket, tie-less sport shirt and
pants. He checked his winning smile, his immaculate
appearance in his mirror, his slicked-back hair and
finally the impressive upwardly curved bulge in the
front of his pants, and headed for his car.
Less than an hour later, Gloria and Karl met at the
restaurant, an Italian place well known to Karl but
which Gloria was visiting for the very first time.
As they greeted each other in front of the entrance,
Gloria's warm hand met Karl's cool one, smiles and some
sort of electricity passed between them; neither showed
it, but they both felt it. Gloria flushed slightly with
inner pleasure. Karl still had his hardon as they sat
down at the table.
Once at table, Karl felt wonderfully relaxed and ready
to seduce Gloria and invade her body with all the
tenderness he possessed. The kind of genuine tenderness
he had always and forever had for his darling mother
but had never been able to consummate with her in the
way he had so desperately wanted as an adolescent and
as a young man.
Gloria took a while to wind down, but felt better after
she was invited early on to call her new boss 'Karl'.
Once she had tasted the first glass of red wine, and
visited the ladies' restroom to make sure she was
looking first-rate, that her hair was in good shape and
that her breasts had the right visual effect, she
returned to her seat and settled down more and more.
The meal progressed, and Gloria began to feel just
wonderful in Karl's company.
In this relaxed situation, she found him highly
entertaining, and he had many stories to tell about his
past and the history of Unisure Brokers. He made her
smile a lot, and with each glass of wine she felt
better and better. As they ate and drank, Gloria
thought how handsome this Karl Wurther was. Arnold
would have liked him, she felt sure. Karl started to
relate to Gloria a little of his personal situation,
but Gloria stopped him delicately; she really didn't
understand why, but she felt that his personal life,
and hers should remain outside their evening together.
She never once mentioned Arnold, nor did Karl.
Something else was happening to Gloria, and she
couldn't work out why. At one instant, Karl's hand
touched hers accidentally across the table, and some
sort of hot, electrical charge went through them both
again; this time it felt even more violent than the
first encounter at the entrance to the restaurant. And
she was feeling growing sexual urges quite
unexpectedly.
They seemed to have crept up on her during the course
of the evening, and now, halfway through the main
course, her pussy lips were incredibly lubricated,
without any kind of physical stimulation. Even though
she felt relaxed in herself, her breasts began to heave
a little as her breathing shortened, her big nipples
hardened, making a startling impression on Karl across
the table. And out of the blue, a throbbing began in
her cunt. She had never reacted like this spontaneously
before, and was puzzled by what was going on inside her
mature body at this inappropriate time.
But she knew she was enjoying this evening, looking
across the table at the handsome and sexy young
businessman who had employed her and was now almost
seducing her with his smile and his words. She began to
wonder secretly about Karl's chest, filling out his
jacket in such a manly fashion, about what he might
have underneath his pants. If it might match up to
Arnold's equipment.
The urges got stronger and stronger, and Karl saw the
indications. He saw Gloria's breasts heaving, he saw
her fidgeting slightly, he saw her beautiful face
flushed and warm. He knew his marginal friend had not
let him down. It would soon be time to make another
move. He too was excited by the image of his mother-
substitute across the table and her matronly form. His
cock throbbed incessantly, and he knew he needed to
ejaculate before the evening was very old.
The end of the long, leisurely and pleasureable meal
came, and Gloria was by now in a state of total and
urgent sexual arousal. Maybe it was an excess of wine,
but she still didn't understand why her cunt was
dripping like this and throbbing, why her hard nipples
were tingling and seemed on fire, but now she had long
stopped wondering about it. All she knew was that she
wanted to rush home and strip off her smart clothes as
quickly as possible, before finger fucking herself to
the orgasm that she badly needed.
Karl watched all this happening, and had other ideas.
Finally, Gloria slipped discreetly to the restroom
whilst Karl paid the bill. Karl followed a few minutes
later. When he arrived at the common entrance to the
restrooms, Gloria was drying her hands on a paper
towell. He entered the foyer behind her, and looked
into her eyes reflected in the mirror over the
washbasin, admiring her flushed facial beauty for a few
seconds, without speaking, a half smile on his face.
Then his eyes dropped to her magnificent bulging
cleavage and stayed there, longingly.
Karl's obvious, and suddenly lustful gaze was not lost
on Gloria, who was very aware of her own heavy
breathing and her sopping cunt between her thighs,
which was by now soaking her black panty. Her own gaze
dropped to the reflection of Karl's crotch, which was
bulging impressively. That wasn't lost on Gloria
either, and from the instant that she saw it, she had
no idea what happened to make her do it, but she spun
around, dropped the paper towell, leaned towards Karl
and tilted her head upwards. She just had to kiss him,
had to feel his mouth on hers, and have that impressive
knob press against her belly. Maybe more.
There was nothing that could stop her right now. She
was so aroused, she started to forget all idea of
protocol, set away from her mind that this was her new
boss. She allowed not a single thought about what would
happen Monday morning when they returned to work. She
didn't care if this lovely man was young enough to be
the son she had always wanted. She gave a passing
thought to Arnold, then pushed his memory aside too.
Karl too had no intention of allowing his position as
Gloria's new manager to interfere with his immediate
and potent desires. Protocol was a long way from his
thoughts. He slipped his arms around Gloria's waist
over her black, low cut cocktail dress, one hand
sliding up on onto her back and pulling her close, the
other onto her rib cage; he dipped his head, and their
mouths fastened together hard and forcefully.
Gloria let out a muffled sort of moan, followed closely
by the same from Karl as their mouths opened and sucked
in air and each other's tongues at the same time. At
last Gloria felt that solid cock-bulge against her
belly, as she pressed forward and looped her arms
around Karl's strong shoulders, at last pulling him
close. She really was feeling very light headed and
totally lost as she plunged into this impromptu moment
of passion. As their mouths fought, she felt a hand
slide up her rib cage, clutch and squeeze her heavy
breast over her dress, then up and onto her cleavage,
to dip in and try in vain to take a full globe in hand,
finally settling for light, exploratory fingertip
caresses to her cleavage.
Karl's rigid cock twitched violently against Gloria's
belly. He dipped his knees slightly and pressed it hard
against Gloria's pubes, rubbed it up and down, which
made Gloria moan and thrust back, sucking hard on
Karl's tongue again, as though wanting to take it all
into her mouth. Karl wondered if this Gloria sucked
cock as well she was sucking his tongue right now; he
couldn't wait to find out.
The thought passed through Karl's mind that this was a
rest room, and that somebody, another restaurant
customer might come right in at any time. But his
intense craving to explore, even penetrate Gloria's
wonderful matronly body as soon as possible was totally
overpowering and irrepressible.
With no time to lose, in case of interruption, Karl
spun Gloria back around to face the mirror over the
washbasin. Ignoring her half-hearted question as to
what he was doing, he lifted up Gloria's black cocktail
dress from behind, revealing the splendour of her ass
cheeks, half covered by her girdle and split by the
flimsiest silk panty. He grabbed the soft flesh of her
ass cheeks in both hands, slipped his fingers
underneath Gloria's suspenders and, with his two
thumbs, squeezed, parting the cleft wide. He was beside
himself with lust at the sight of this sexiest of
underwear much sexier than his mother's
undergarments, he reflected.
Letting go of one of Gloria's ass cheeks, he quickly
unzipped his pants and released his swollen organ from
his underpants, thrusting it down and forward into the
dark softness of the cleft of silken flesh. Gloria
moaned aloud again when she felt the heat of Karl's
cock against her ass flesh, and immediately went into
her naturally submissive mode, looking into the
reflected eyes of her soon-to-be lover behind her
shoulder.
She let out the tiniest of a whimper-protest, before
bending her upper body down over the washbasin but
keeping her head raised, to watch the expression on
Karl's face in the mirror. She smiled directly into his
eyes with unbridled longing, shuffled her stiletto feet
a little further apart, prepared herself. Karl looked
back into Gloria's eyes, his face now contorted with
lust and anticipation, before kissing her neck and
pressing his organ again into the cool softness of her
ass-cleft.
Gloria acquiesced completely, waited for the spear of
Karl's dick to invade her body, for it to go where the
sexual equipment of no-one but Arnold had ever before
penetrated. Gloria couldn't care less right at that
moment; she was in a hurry too. She reached around
behind herself with both hands and separated her ass
cheeks with her fingers, and at the same time pulled
aside her flimsy silk panty, clearing the way for the
now urgently desired assault by her new handsome young
manager. It wasn't long coming; immediately, she felt
the bulbous head, the hardness and the softness of a
rigid, bulging penis against her close cropped cunt
lips, which were now aching for that lovely sensation
of being forced apart and ravaged.
The dripping state of Gloria's cunt made it easy for
the whole length of Karl's cock to slide in to the hilt
without hesitation. Both of them gasped out loud as
Karl's cock touched bottom. For Karl, his hands now
clutching Gloria's hips over her girdle, it was the
moment he had waited for all his adult life; it was as
though he was finally inside his mother's body, where
he belonged. It was soft, it was tight, it was hot, it
was wet; it was the most exciting moment of his short
existence, this long awaited instant of spearing Gloria
for the first time, bent over the wash basin of this
restaurant rest room and looking at each other in the
mirror.
Karl's eyes dropped from Gloria's eyes again, back to
the reflection of her trembling cleavage, which now
looked heavier and likely to fall forward from her low
cocktail dress. The revelation of yet more smooth flesh
made his cock jump inside Gloria's wetness, and he felt
the first rising of his orgasm. He concentrated, trying
to hold it back, but conscious of their exposure to
potential discovery and his desperately rising need
also to spurt very soon.
Gloria thrust back her ass, as Karl's amazing rigidity
began to pump hard but slowly, back and forth inside
her wet entrails. She loved this feeling, but she
needed more. She grabbed Karl's hands from her waist
and brought them up to her heavy, swinging breasts,
watched the reflection of his strong young hands
enclosing her globes and squeezing them, then saw them
slide underneath each one to lift them up and press
them together, emphasing their splendour.
With a heavy, mature breast in each hand, Karl sought
the outline of Gloria's nipples through her dress. He
was astonished by the weight of these ample melons, the
magnitude of these cork-sized buttons, squeezing them
between thumb and finger and causing Gloria to moan
aloud again from the friction she felt.
Gloria pressed back hard, increasing ten-fold the
sensation of penetration and invasion inside her body.
Karl pumped and pumped his bursting erection into
Gloria's wetness, knowing that he would not be able to
hold back as he would have wanted too. He had waited
too long for this, and he knew that they might be
caught from one instant to the next. He would have to
let go and fill up Gloria's cunt with the contents of
his swollen balls. And soon...
Suddenly the eruption came, unexpectedly for Gloria,
but welcome and of the most amazing intensity for Karl.
He suddenly grunted loudly. His heavy balls tightened,
the pleasure shot forcefully up the whole length his
cock, and to his total and selfish gratification, what
seemed like gallons of liquid shot from his cock-eye
into Gloria's cunt, in wave after wave of mind-blowing
spasms. Karl sobbed, clutched hard at Gloria's heaving
breasts, and his knees buckled as he discharged his
seminal fluid into the most heavenly cunt in the world;
he squeezed and massaged her heavy melons with both
hands, his mouth now covering Gloria's ear, his tongue
deep, tasting the salty wax inside.
At the same instant, Gloria, excited even more by
Karl's wet tongue in her ear, moaned again, thrust her
ass back harder than ever and contracted her tight cunt
muscles around Karl's jerking member, encouraging him
to spurt the last drops of his sperm into her.
But Gloria had not had her orgasm. She had felt the
wonderful hardness of Karl's pumping; she had enjoyed
every second of the hasty interlude. She'd then felt
the hot and plentiful seminal liquid squirting long and
hard and powerfully from his penis into her entrails.
But she had fallen a split second short of reaching her
climax. Just another instant and she would have got
there. She was close, very close.
Suddenly, she grabbed one of Karl's hands and brought
it down, to press it against her pubes, as she felt
Karl's adorable cock began to lose its earlier splendid
rigidity. She needed to come, before that lovely weapon
went soft and slipped out of her. Karl reacted,
pressing his fingers underneath Gloria's girdle;
pushing aside the gusset of her panty, he moved a
finger up onto her close cropped clit, and began to rub
it furiously. At the same time, clearly recognising
Gloria's need, he thrust his wilting but still fairly
full member as hard as he could into Gloria's sopping
hole and continued as best he could to pump it. It was
enough.
Gloria was close, and it only took a half minute more
before she started to explode into her own well
deserved ecstasy. Her knees began to tremble, her
breathing increased rapidly, and she let out a high
pitched howl of pleasure, before Karl clamped his other
hand over her mouth. Gloria bit on Karl's thumb, then
sucked it into her mouth, panting and gasping for air,
as her cunt contracted, squeezing once more onto Karl's
fading potency. Karl just knew that Gloria would suck
cock better than she sucked thumb.
Gloria's gasping gradually slowed, and Karl's thumb
left her mouth. Pressing his mouth to Gloria's neck
again, his hand dropped down to her cleavage and inside
the top of her cocktail dress, to grasp a huge tit once
more, to squeeze and mould the bare flesh and feel the
rigid nipple in his palms. The other hand continued to
rub Gloria's clit slowly but hard, as she continued
twitching with pleasure, pressing her ass against
Karl's groin, as though clinging onto his dick, not
wanting it ever to slip out of her pussy. Gloria wanted
to continue, drop down onto her knees and work with her
mouth and hands to get Karl hard again.
But there was no time to wait here in this public place
and continue. They had been outrageously daring and
finally lucky, but the risk of interruption and
discovery was higher with each passing minute, and they
both knew it.
Discreetly snapping into action, Gloria raised her
upper body where it had been bent over the wash basin,
and felt Karl slipping out of her. Overcoming a moment
of regret, tidied her panty, pulled down her dress and
turned around, to find Karl reaching for his zipper.
She stopped his hand and took his wilting maleness in
her hand, squeezed the head gently, seeing and admiring
it for the first time; though not in its full glory,
she knew it was an impressive tool she had felt its
dimension filling her up.
Karl's whole body jerked with a final jolt of pleasure
as Gloria's thumb pressed against the eye of his cock
and rubbed away some of the sperm residue lying there.
Then she let it go, brought her thumb up to her mouth
and licked the sperm onto her tongue, to taste his
salty seed for the first time. In an instant, Karl's
cock disappeared into his pants.
Rearranging their clothes in the mirror, they looked at
each other with a new level of understanding and
ardour, grabbed and kissed once again, deeply and
passionately, their tongues sliding lasciviously
together again for a few minutes, tasting the sperm
residue, before breaking for air and looking into each
other's eyes. Karl's hands grabbed and squeezed
Gloria's ample bum cheeks, and Gloria did the same to
Karl's taught, manly rear, and they pressed their
bodies hard together. As their lips and tongues clung
together for yet another final kiss, suddenly the door
to the rest room opened.
A woman came in, smiled. Clearly embarrassed, she
looked away, mumbled a few words of apology and made
her way directly to a cubicle. It occurred to Karl
then, that maybe earlier, they should have gone
straight into a cubicle too, to do what they had just
done. Gloria thought nothing, except that she needed
and wanted Karl inside her again.
She needed her next orgasm, and another, and another.
She was not finished with this young man, not by a long
way. She had no idea why, but her middle-aged life was
taking on yet another new dimension. Her brain and her
heart were still in overdrive, her hot cunt was still
tingling uncontrollably, seminal fluid was dribbling
generously into her black, flimsy silk panty and her
whole body needed more, urgent attention. And Karl was
the man to bestow it, she felt sure.
Gloria had no idea why she had just allowed herself to
be fucked by her new, handsome, sexy and virile young
boss. And in such a public place. And why she had so
willingly submitted to his and her own uncontrollable
desires. She hadn't a clue why this was happening.
Gloria had no knowledge of drugs in her wine. Such an
idea wouldn't even have occurred to her. She had
neither suspected, nor tasted a thing. All she knew was
that she had been well and truly fucked, and wanted
more.
As they exited the restroom, then the restaurant main
door and made their way to retrieve their separate
cars, they realised that not a word had passed between
them since leaving the dining table. They both knew,
also, where they were going.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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