The story begins with cutting a deal with a local sex toy merchant on the corner of Oak and Main St., one with a great reputation for selling bedroom apparel, fancy bedding, and a host of liquid stimulants. After the deal was completed with a strong handshake and a pat on the back, I managed to store my emotions and race from the tiny store. I kicked up my heels outside in jubilation; despite the small amount of money I would receive for the colorful CDs I promised to deliver to Mr. Brown in three days. I knew, that in due time, I would have a promising future as a skilled author. I was never once curious about the Mrs. until my eye captured the lanky 6' creamy frame of the middle-age woman dressed uncanny for the season and standing in the center of the room behind the shabby green drapes. She was a strawberry in an extremely short skirt and red bra. Her cheeks were red and she had an eye for a younger man. I watched as the longhaired woman vanished from sight to another part of the small quarters. Once I arrived back at my uptown studio apartment, a shabby old ruin with one bedroom and a tiny living room, something inside me begged me to check my email. I learned from a single sentence that the company I had written to had indeed responded to my letter and encouraged me to announce to the world that a contract was in order. I replied to the contract letter and faxed the two-page agreement back with great expectations. After working long hours and drinking pots of coffee, preparing more of my stories, I finally met my deadline. I kept thinking about what I'd seen back at "Brown's Toy Shop," wondering whether or not the look Mrs. Brown gave me was indeed real or a sales pitch. But either way, it made me feel good all over and left me thinking of things to come. Knowing I might see the Mrs. again made my heart pound and manhood. I arrived at the store about 8 am on the day that I had promised. I went around the side of the van to get the CDs for Mr. Brown when I saw her. She was in front of the window on the second floor wearing red lingerie that nearly caused me to drop the box. After regaining my composure and entering the small brick foundation, I made a pact to myself that I would never mix business with pleasure, no matter how tempting or inviting the situation may be. When my delivery was finished, I was reaching for the door to leave when I heard a voice that sent shivers down my spine. The voice, tender and erotic, seemed to be getting closer. I turned, obviously aroused, to her and her baby blues met mine. Her silhouette seduced me instantly. I was weak in every sense of the word. The pact I had made with myself was quickly forgotten, my body ached for her, and my mind was completely vulnerable. Mrs. Brown was wearing a skimpy white robe over the sexy red heart shaped baby-doll outfit. I sensed her affections, her lust, and her longing for a young guy like me. I tried to shield my uncontrollable erection with both hands, but she could still see it. I tried browsing around the room, but all I saw were erotic toys, jars of creams, and bed & bath articles that certainly weren't helping the cause. There was urgency in Mrs. Brown's eyes. We approached each other and I began to fulfill her fantasy. I loosened the weakly tied string that was wrapped neatly around her hourglass waist and allowed my eyes to weaken with lust after she shared a part of her buried treasure with me and she announced her cravings for pleasure. My eyes lingered on the smoothness of her slender legs, her semi-large bosoms trapped inside the scarlet garments. I felt an urgency to uncover the mesh and touch the fine texture of each dark thread. Panties that barely covered the thickness around the tiny box taunted me. She captured all of my desire with her anxious eyes and the softness of her perfectly formed lips. She took me by the ass and pulled me closer to the opening of the robe, pressing me hard against her see-through panties. She started kissing me and then proceeded to unfasten my trousers. Never was I so scared in my life as I was right then. Not knowing what this fantastic woman had in store for me sent quivers down my back. While very close to her lips and looking into her eyes, I reached inside her panties. I rotated my finger slowly around her soft wet tender walls and down and back up the damp crease that causes her body to counter with moaning and an arching back. I felt the woman's fingers wrapped around my swelling and it was enough to make me cum all over the place. It was indeed a feeling I'll never forget. I slipped my warm, nervous fingers up and over her warm round breasts. "Oh…baby!" she shouts, with pleasure, chopping at the bit when my technique of massaging both her breasts and vagina became more violent. I could tell that what we had was just between us. Mr. Brown would never find out. I nestled upon her vulnerable neck and then kissed her soft lips. I continued to excite her and she praised me often with her seductive voice. The tip of my cherry head glided along the red satin and she told me once again how much she wanted sex. Then, she took my hardened shaft and went down on it once again. Slowly, she took me by the hand and guides me through the green curtains to another room of the stylish estate to become even more intimate. She lowered me carefully down onto the cozy old sofa and with one knee inside my trembling legs and a hand along side my head I stared into her sexy eyes and told her how beautiful she was. Mrs. Brown suddenly increased the stimulation. She rested her succulent lips on mine while rolling her hips on mine. I rubbed her panties, already wet. She slipped them aside and guided my tool inside her walls of paradise. It was a moment I'll never forget; watching her surrendering to my every move and my every sway, until the satisfaction had ended and my seeds were left behind.
