Succumb to Temptation

“Wow, yea, great, I’ll have come more often, thanks Mrs B…Brenda.”

“You can come around anytime; in fact you and boys have always been welcomed here.”

Brenda sat down and for awhile they chatted about how John was getting on and past memories. Every so often Brenda would lean forward, and watch his eyes drop down into her ample breast, at one point, she even saw him lick his lips. Then he realised what he was doing, and stood up suddenly, knocking the drink into his lap.

“Shit, damn” he cursed, as he jumped back.

“Oh poor you” and Brenda grabbed a hand towel, that she had brought out with the tray, and began to rub it over the front of shorts.

“Please, Mrs B, I’m Ok…”

Under the cloth she could feel his hardness, which hadn’t been effected at all by the cold drink. Before she realised what she was doing, she had dropped the towel, and was now squeezing the front of his shorts. She pushed him up against the wall, and lifted her head slightly, and standing on her tiptoes, she pressed her lips onto his young mouth. He responded automatically, and began kiss her back.