He had been tossing and turning all night, unable to sleep for more than a few minutes at a time, his mind in a state of utter confusion. He thought back to how great it was to finally fuck Mrs Rogers and explore her fantastic body but then he couldn’t shift the image out of his head of her crying and saying she was sorry as she walked out the door.
Paul tried to ring her earlier that morning but her phone was still switched off. He took a shower, got dressed in a T-shirt and shorts the same as he always did, and went downstairs. He looked at the lounge window and saw that John must have left for work as his SUV wasn’t in their drive anymore. Great, now he could go over and speak to her.
Just as he was about to go out the door there was a knock on it. He opened it and saw Christine standing there. Immediately he began to get turned on again as his eyes took in the shapely body of the mature woman standing in front of him, the pink blouse tight against her full round breasts.
“We need to talk Paul. Can I come in?” she asked quietly, her voice quivering a little.
“Sure,” he replied as he opened the door wide so she could step inside. He closed the door behind her and started walking to the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink?”
“A soda would be just fine.” she replied, following a few steps behind him.
He took a couple of sodas from the fridge and turned round to face her. Instead of passing her a can he put them down on the table and surprised his gorgeous neighbour by pulling her into his arms. The feel of her mature body against his was fantastic, just as good as he remembered it was yesterday. He slid a hand around the back of her head and kissed her passionately, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. For a second she responded, sliding her tongue over his and moaning into his mouth, but she quickly broke the kiss and placing her hands on his chest pushed him away.
“No Paul, we can’t do this, it’s so wrong,” she rebuked him as she sat down at the table, “Yesterday was great, I can’t deny that, but I’m a married woman and you’re nearly young enough to be my son. It’s got to stop.”
“But why Mrs Rogers?” Paul mumbled, still very confused. “Fucking you yesterday was the best experience of my life and I think you liked it too. Nobody else needs to know, it can be our secret.”
As she remembered back to the wonderful sensations she had experienced as he took her the previous day, her mind became confused.
“Paul, I needed you badly yesterday and it was great, but do you really think there’s a chance we could hide the fact we are lovers from John and your parents, never mind Penelope?”
Before he had a chance to reply her doubts quickly resurfaced and she continued weakly, “No, no, no. We can’t do it again, it’s just too risky… and so wrong.”
Paul reached across the table and took her hands in his. Looking straight into Christine’s eyes he pleaded with her, “But that doesn’t make any sense. How can anything so good be wrong? If I had my way I’d fuck you all day and all night but I realise that’s not possible. We would have to be careful but we have all summer before us. There’s bound be plenty more opportunities when my parents and your husband aren’t around.”
Christine stared at him blankly, her mind in turmoil as she played his words over in her head. She felt what he was saying was true, but too good to be so. She imagined how fantastic it would be to have the teenager fuck her all summer long but she also knew that it would be far too hazardous to try to keep things quiet. Mrs Rogers was unsure if Paul had the ability to keep it hushed, and thinking of how devastated John and Sarah would be with her if they found out, she shook her head.
“No… I just… We can’t do that,” she said looking at him with sombre eyes, “It’s just not possible, there are more people involved in this other than you and I… Four other people would be hurt if this ever surfaced.”
She pulled her hands away from his, got to her feet, and started walking out the kitchen.
“Forgive me, I-I have to go now.” she said, her voice full of emotion.
Paul wasn’t going to let Mrs Rogers run away like yesterday so he grabbed her wrist as she walked past him. All the time they’d been talking he was thinking how desperately he wanted to feel her mature body against his as he took her again. He hadn’t been able to maintain eye contact with his MILF neighbour, finding his gaze dropping down to her moist sensuous lips and then further down to her full firm breasts straining against the material of her pink blouse. If anything fucking her yesterday had done nothing to diminish his lust for her, quite the opposite, he wanted her again so so badly.
He rose up off his chair and slid his arms around her waist, pulling her tight against him, his already stiff cock pressing hard against her mound.
“I’m going to fuck you again Christine,” the teenager told her candidly, as if there was no argument,” You want the feel of my cock inside you again don’t you?”
