Message-ID: <18224eli$9812230452@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: JAKE BOSWELL Subject: RP - Christmas w/ Andersons 1/4 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981223031927.29430.qmail@www01.netaddress.usa.net> JB-XMAS1 Christmas with the Andersons Part 1 of 4 by J. Boswell (j.boswell@usa.net) (c) Copyright December 1995 by J BOSWELL, all rights, except those explicitly detailed below, ARE RESERVED BY THE AUTHOR. Electronic distribution (as a text file on an "adults only" site) is permitted without alteration, but inclusion in any type of "publication" offered for sale (eg., book, magazine, CD-ROM, etc.), or "subscription-only" sites requires the author's explicit permission. This work of fiction is intended to be read by adults only. The author has uploaded it only to "Adults, only" sites, and requests that you exercise the same discretion. Also, this is fiction -- in real life, please protect your lover and yourself by practicing safe sex. ********* CHAPTER 1 Tuesday, December 20th -- Part 1 * * * Bobby Anderson looked up from his math text and stared out the window. It was dusk outside and the quad was almost empty. Two girls walked by, carrying suitcases and laughing about something. They were going home for the holidays, and here he was, sitting in his dorm room, three thousand miles from home, studying math on a Friday night. Bobby knew he was screwed as soon as the exam schedule was published just after Thanksgiving; but, since it was the first semester of his freshman year, he wasn't surprised. He had two exams scheduled for the first day of exam week, one on the second day, and two on the very last day of exams -- Monday, December 19th. After checking with his professors and confirming what he expected -- that he couldn't take the last two exams at an alternate, earlier time -- he resigned himself to his fate and booked a flight back home for Tuesday, the 20th. With a solid semester's base of good grades, Bobby wasn't about to stress over exams -- sure, he studied, but he didn't stress. The biggest drag to his exam week was that over that last, long weekend, he felt like the last kid left on the huge campus. It seemed like everyone else had split for home. Only one cafeteria was open and that was pretty much empty when he got his meals. The dorms were virtually empty. The Frat houses were dark. No dances, no parties, no keggers, no kicks. And just when he could have used a nice, warm piece of ass to fill the empty hours and relieve a little pre-exam tension! But he tried, anyway. After eight unanswered phone calls, it was obvious that there wasn't a girl left on campus that he knew and was a possibility for a quick fuck. As a last resort, on Sunday night, when he finished studying, he dug out an old PENTHOUSE and dialed a phone-sex number he and his roommate had tried a few times during the semester. The women were all supposed to be coeds in Ohio, somewhere. Bobby didn't care. The ones he had talked to had all been nice and sexy and had great voices. He was talking to Debbie, "a senior," and he whacked-off to her sweet, sexy voice as she talked him through an imaginary butt-fuck. As he listened to Debbie's smooth, silky voice, Bobby gripped his love-pole and let his mind drift back to his first, real butt-fuck. It had been in October, during Rush week... * * * Rush week was pure madness. All the Frat houses were open and the brothers were more than happy to show off their Frat's "benefits." The parties all that week had been often, loud, and crowded -- filled with beer and booze and music and women. Bobby fondly acknowledged that rush week may have been the absolute best week in his entire young life. Bobby and a few of his friends had been invited to the big Sigma Frat house for another party late in the week. A few hours into the party, Bobby was almost-blitzed and trying hard to put the moves on a big-titted, upperclass, blonde beauty in the kitchen when his friend, Alan, rushed over to him and whispered his boozy breath into Bobby's ear, "Ya gotta come downstairs, Bob. You won't believe it, man!" Bobby reluctantly pulled his eyes away from the blonde's obvious nipples poking at her thin blouse, "I'm busy, man. Can't you see?" Alan's bloodshot eyes rolled around in his head, "Wi' who, man? I'on't see nobody. And ya gotta come with me!" "Fuck off, Alan." Bobby turned back to the blonde, only to discover she had already moved away and was talking to two of the Sigma brothers. He grabbed Alan's shoulder, "Fuck! Alright, man, but this better be good!" Alan, drunk as a skunk -- as usual -- nodded solemnly and led him to a door just behind the kitchen. Down a set of stairs was another big TV room, and except for a couple making out on the sofa, empty with all the partying going on upstairs. And behind that room was a large, dark storage room, the walls lined with shelves filled with boxes, luggage, and bags. Alan kept walking until he stopped at a large door with a bright red cartoon train engine painted on it. In gold letters below the smiling choo-choo were the words "The Train Room -- Enter those who dare!" Alan reached for the doorknob and turned to Bobby, grinning stupidly and holding his finger up to his lips in the "Shhh!" gesture. Inside was another large room. The walls were painted a dark gray or brown and were rough stone. The ceiling was low. Light came from what looked like hundreds of candles sitting on little shelves mounted all over the walls. The floor was brightly multicolored -- dozens and dozens of pillows and beanbags. And wriggling on those pillows, Bobby stared in fascination as he watched two nude young women perform cunnilingus on each other! Now, as his eyes adjusted, Bobby noticed around the room stood six or seven Sigma brothers and another two or three freshmen besides Alan and himself. Everybody was watching the sweating, sloppy, slurpy girls go at it. Bobby didn't feel all that drunk anymore and his cock was threatening to burst through his jeans. Like it was rehearsed, or at least like it had been done often before, just as the girls began to moan as though they were getting close to orgasm, four brothers moved two dark A-frame-type things out from the walls. The other brothers pulled the girls apart and helped them onto the frames. Then the brothers began dropping their slacks and underwear. Bobby now saw that the frames were upholstered and made for one thing, only. The girls were bent over the frames, with their knees resting on a soft cushion. Their naked butts were on display and cock-high. Their heads, arms and breasts hung over the other side of the padded frame. There were straps on the frame for wrists and ankles, but no one was bothering with them, now. Instead, one brother was feeding healthy gulps of Jack Daniels to the girls out of the bottle. Observing the brothers, it was obvious that the routine was simple. Get in line and when it was your turn, shove it in. Bobby and the other freshmen dropped their trousers and underwear, too. Bobby waited in line, hoping he wouldn't cum just watching the guys in front of him do their thing. Finally, the guy immediately in front of him finished, and Bobby was staring at a girl's round, white, spread asscheeks. Cum was dripping from both red holes. Bobby didn't hesitate. He stepped forward and pressed his boner into the girl's ass an inch at a time. He had never felt anything so tight and so hot wrapped around his prick! He got his entire length in easier than he expected, and felt his balls slap against the girl's pussy. In seconds, he was doing the nasty like he had never done it before! In and out. In and out. Shoving in deep and hard and pulling out again. He was in heaven! Then, almost without warning, he felt his juices boiling along his pipeline and he was shooting his cum deep into the girl's ass. What a cum! His climax had been so total that he was surprised when his prick began to recover within minutes. He watched his friends and the others take their turn with the girls and then he was ready and burying his cock in the second girl's ass. And it felt just as good as the first time! After this second workout, he was thirsty and he and Alan made their way, giggling and laughing, back up to the kitchen for a beer. The two of them sat at a table, drinking beer after beer, grinning at each other like idiots and repeating, "Oh, man!" over and over again. It wasn't until the next day that he realized he didn't see either girl's face very well, and to his frustration, he never found out who either of the girls was! * * * Now, Sunday night, back in his dorm room, alone and talking on the phone... Finally, his cum shot high over his thighs and he thanked Debbie for a nice time over the phone. He was glad he called. Not the real thing, but it did relieve some of that awful pre-exam pressure. * * * At five o'clock on Monday afternoon, with a little sigh and a lot of satisfaction, Bobby handed in his bluebooks for his last exam, then went back to his room, packed his bags, and drank vodka until he passed out. Early Tuesday morning, hungover and unable to find anybody going to the airport, he took a taxi and joined the mad throng of people going home for the holidays. The airport was jammed and in chaos. The flight was overbooked. The weather was bad. There were stops and connecting flights. The planes were too hot and too loud. There were too many screaming kids and grouchy old people. Finally, at a little after six that evening, as his headache slowly disappeared, he saw the lights of his home town out his window and the pilot announced that they would be landing in under five minutes. Bobby took one last glance at the flight attendant's tight ass and superb legs and got ready to land. This airport was no less crowded than the one he left earlier, but it was home, and that made it all better. "Bobby! Bobby, over here!" He looked across the concourse and saw the beautiful woman waving at him. She was petite and gorgeous. She was dressed in pressed jeans, low-heeled boots, a pink button-down shirt, and a navy blazer. Her dark hair was a perfect frame for her face -- a precise page-boy cut that looked like it cost more than his tuition. Her face was flawless -- creamy complexion, startling blue eyes, pronounced cheekbones, and red-red, full lips. Bobby cursed the gods and their twisted sense of humor for placing this impossibly beautiful, incredibly sexy -- but absolutely untouchable -- goddess in his life. "Hi, mom!" [`Just call me Oedipus and lock me away,' he thought grimly, `but -- DAMN! -- my mother is HOT!'] As he hugged his mother, Bobby noticed for the first time that there was someone with her. She was slightly shorter than his mother and dressed in black-and-white saddle shoes, white socks, a plaid, pleated skirt (stopping several inches above her cute knees), and a white school blouse. Her legs were perfectly curved, her plaid-clad hips round, and the blouse filled to maximum capacity. Her pale face with the large, pale-gray eyes was beyond pretty and her long, honey-color hair was in an innocent-yet-oh-so-sexy ponytail. [`Oh, Jesus,' Bobby thought, `these freakin' gods are bustin' my balls!'] "Hi, sis! I didn't see you standing there." Maybe his memory was playing tricks on him, but Bobby thought he remembered his little sister a lot younger looking and not quite as... as... developed when he left for college in August. Sure, she had started to develop, but... she had still been a young girl -- but, obviously, no more! Almost in answer to his thoughts, Bobby's mother said, "Your father thinks there must be something in the water. 'Manda's grown up a lot in the five months since you were home, hasn't she?" "I'll say!" Bobby enthusiastically replied. Then continued in what he hoped was a more subdued, less obvious manner, "you look great, sis. It looks like field hockey and basketball are agreeing with you." The young girl blushed through her tight hug with her big brother. She was thrilled to have him home, but was determined not to let on how much she had missed him this last semester. They had sent greeting cards back and forth, and of course, they had talked on the phone, but now, she was happy because the family was all back together. It was going to be a great Christmas! After retrieving Bobby's luggage, the three Andersons made their way through the swarm of people and into the parking lot. As they walked through the bustling crowds, Bobby noticed how often men and boys turned their heads to stare and follow his mother and sister, and had to admit that he couldn't blame them. He kept switching his own glances between the little `GUESS?' triangle on his mother's cute butt and the sexy sway and bounce to his sister's plump tail wrapped in her short, tight school plaid and her bare legs. He hadn't noticed before, but as they emerged from the covered `short-term' lot and waited in line to pay the parking fee, Bobby stared out the window. "Snow?! This early? After five months on the West Coast, this is like a movie. Hey, isn't that Bing Crosby over there?" Laurie Anderson sat behind the wheel of the family's new, big Chevy wagon, and chuckled, "Yes, it's been flurrying on and off all day. They're not calling for any accumulation, but we've all heard that before, haven't we?" "Maybe we won't have school tomorrow!" chirped Amanda. "Oh, 'Manda," sighed Laurie, "you only have two days left. You know you won't be doing any real work. Just go in and enjoy the atmosphere." "Yeah, I like the atmosphere in Sister `Mary-Murderer's' class the best! She's giving a TEST, tomorrow!" Mother and son laughed at the girl's pitiful voice. "It's Sister Mary Marder, missy. You better not slip and say her nickname within earshot of school!" With a roll of her big gray eyes, Amanda whined, "Yes, mom, I know." The ride home over the wet highways was warm and happy. Bobby told them not to worry about his grades, that he wasn't seeing anyone "special," that the school food sucked, and that his roommate was obsessed with cleaning between his toes and trimming his nose hair. "Oh, gross!" giggled Amanda, from the backseat. "But he sounds so nice on the phone." Bobby looked back over his shoulder and was immediately glad that he did. Amanda was slouched into the corner of the seat and her short skirt had ridden up her legs, exposing acres of white, smooth, prime thigh meat; and the lighting was just bad enough to let Bobby think that he maybe caught a glimpse of white cotton panties. [`Damn! I'm horny!' he thought.] "Ahemm. He is nice, sis. He's just a little gross about his personal hygiene. Believe me, I could have done a lot worse for a roommate. And he thinks you sound nice on the phone, too. I had to tell him that besides being my little sister, you were too young for him to even think about." "Oh, Bobby! We just joke around when I call and you're not in the room. It's harmless." Bobby turned around to the front, nervous, wondering if he had been too blatant in the way he was looking at his little sister. In reaction to his stare, Amanda had quickly re-arranged herself on the seat and pulled her skirt back down almost to her knees. The rest of the ride was uneventful. When they pulled into the garage and piled out of the wagon, Laurie told Bobby that a half dozen of his friends had called for him over the weekend. "Yeah, I'm sure I'm the last of the crowd to get home. Everybody else has probably been partying since Friday night." Laurie patted his cheek and hugged him, again. "Well, I'm glad you're home, but I know you want to go out and catch up in the partying department. I understand." "Thanks, Mom." "I'm surprised Jennifer didn't call. Did you two stay in touch while you were away?" Jennifer Stallings was the girl Bobby had dated exclusively (well, almost exclusively) for the last two-and-a-half years of high school. "Sure, Mom, we stayed in touch, but she and her parents are on a Christmas cruise, somewhere. She won't be home until after New Years." "Oh, that's a shame. I'm sure you were anxious to see her, again." "Absolutely. Now I won't have anybody to kiss at midnight on New Year's Eve." "Ha! I doubt that, Honey. Besides, you could always stay home and then you'd have your old mother to kiss." "Yeah! Right, Mom!" * * * ********* Chapter 2 Tuesday, December 20th -- Part 2 * * * The house smelled like fresh pine and cinnamon, and was decorated with red ribbons, fresh-cut greens, tiny white lights, and lit candles. The Christmas tree glowed in the corner of the family room and looked like it was growing out of an island of wrapped packages. "The house looks beautiful, Mom. Martha Stewart couldn't do better." "Thanks, Dear! You're so sweet. Hungry?" "No. I ate on the plane and I think I'd rather get on the phone. See what's going on." "Well, I hope your father gets home before you go out gallivanting around for the night." After several phone calls, Bobby decided that the most promising party would be at Scott Jordan's house, just the next block over. After a shower, shave, and change of clothes, he was ready to get drunk and get laid, in either order. He did have the chance to say hello to his father as he walked out the back door and his father walked in. * * * Robert C. Anderson, Senior, entered the house and gave his gorgeous wife a peck on the cheek. "Hello, Dear. I think that was our son who just gave me a `hello' and `goodbye' as I walked in." Laurie turned from the bar and handed her husband a double Johnny Walker Black, on the rocks with a twist. "Yes, that was him. On his way to Scott's to catch up on his partying." "No jet-lag? God, how I envy their energy. He looked good, didn't he?" "Mm-huh. He said his grades are great and everything is fine at school." "Good." "Hi, Daddy!" Robert, Sr. looked up from his drink to see his daughter standing at the doorway to the familyroom. "Well, hello, Princess! How's my angel, today?" Amanda hugged her dad and, as she walked by her mother, snatched the glass of Bailey's Irish Cream from her hand and swallowed a large gulp from the glass. "Amanda!" her mother exclaimed. "Mmmm-mmmm, good!" Amanda, grinning broadly, handed the drink back to her mother. "Oh, come on, Laurie" said Robert, Sr., "it was just a sip, and it is the holidays." "Thanks, Daddy. Well, I better go up and finish my homework," and with a dramatic stare at he mother, "-- if I'm not too drunk! 'Night, you two." "G'night, Princess," smiled Robert. Sr. "I won't be far behind you, Dear," said Laurie, as she finished her drink, "I'm beat, and it's not even Christmas, yet!" * * * Bobby slipped and almost fell on the wet grass. It had stopped snowing and the moon was bright but it had gotten colder and there were slippery, not-quite-ice wet patches. It was a little before 1 a.m. and he was wasted. Studying for exams, last night's vodka, the long flight home and a few beers at Scott's had knocked him for a loop. Bobby was desperate to crash in his own warm bed. The party hadn't been much of a party, and he hadn't gotten very lucky. In fact, he thought he was going to strike-out, completely until he found little Heather Atwell soused in the basement. Heather had looked good in her tight sweater, tiny skirt, and those sexy thigh-high stockings, but Bobby had to concentrate to forget that she was only 14 and in Amanda's class at school. Anyway, any port in a storm, as they say. Bobby sat down next to her and put his arm around her shoulders. "Hi, there, Heather." He remembered her earning her reputation as a little slut as she made the rounds last summer; but, he was still surprised at how quickly she melted into him and began returning his kisses. Encouraged, his hand quickly slid up under her blouse to grab some warm tit-flesh. Her small titties were very firm and pointy with small, very hard nipples. She moaned into his mouth and slid forward on the sofa. Bobby took his cue and removed his hand from her chest and slid it up her thighs to her panty-covered pussy. When his fingers pushed aside her panty elastic and attacked her tumescent clit, she buried her face in his chest and squirmed her way through a climax, moaning into his sweater. [`Christ! What a hair-trigger this little whore has!' Bobby marvelled.] Bobby did a quick survey of the darkened game-room and saw that everybody else was engaged in the same type of activity as he and Heather and decided that the time was right. He placed Heather on her back on the sofa and slid her tiny red panties down her thin legs and off one foot. She obligingly placed one foot on the floor as Bobby lowered his face down to cover her pink, steamy gash. He buried his face between her wet, pink lips and alternated between thrusting his tongue deep inside her pussy and licking, sucking, and nibbling on the little tramp's clit. True to form, he had only just started when she crashed into her second big orgasm. Bobby was ready for some of his own fun but was surprised as Heather reached down and pulled her panties up. "What are you doin', Heather? What about me?" "I'll take care of you, Bobby, but you aren't going to fuck me." "Why not?" "Because you're not, okay? Now just sit back." Bobby was too horny and too tired to argue with this drunk, young teenager. He certainly didn't want a scene; so he sat back on the sofa and watched as Heather slowly lowered his zipper and pulled out his hard cock. "Oh! You're pretty big, Bobby," she said as she swung her hair out of the way and lowered her mouth down over his cock, sucking at his prick as she swallowed him deeply. "Ough!" Bobby knew he wasn't going to last long, and damn, this little cocksucker was good! "Ohhhh!" Too soon! Too soon, Bobby could feel his balls boiling and ready to shoot! Heather popped his dick out of her little mouth, wrapped a small hankie over the tip of his cock, and began to vigorously pump his prick up and down. "Noooo! In your mouth! Pleeease!" Heather mutely shook her head and continued pumping. Bobby was too close to insist. Then, his warm cum was filling her hankie and he was sinking back, slumping deep into the cushions and sucking at his now-warm beer. He watched Heather wipe her fingers and throw the hankie behind the sofa. He had to know. "Heather, why wouldn't you fuck me? And why did you stop sucking my dick?" "Because..." "Come on, Heather. After what we just did together..." "Alright! I went to confession today, and I don't want to have to go again before Christmas Mass!" * * * Bobby chuckled to himself, recalling her comment as he cut through the back yards of his neighbors. [`It must be interesting being a Catholic and a slut. Somehow, the little bitch has rationalized that fucking and sucking are confessable sins, but hand-jobs and spreading her pussy open to be eaten aren't! I'd like to hear that little whore's confessions!'] To his left, Bobby noticed a bright light in one of the houses. [`Maybe it's a bedroom!' he thought] As he made his way over the grass to take a closer look, Bobby happily remembered what must have been the thousands of hours he and Scott had spent prowling the backyards and streets in the neighborhood during all the years they had been best friends. They were always searching for that one woman or girl who loved to get undressed or that couple who loved to make love with the curtains open. They had occasionally lucked out with a long glimpse of some pink flesh, but their peeping-tom routine didn't really pay off until Bobby noticed that Scott's older sister never closed her curtains. Scott was chagrinned that the only dependable exhibitionist in the neighborhood was his sister, but he quickly learned to enjoy watching her (and sometimes her and her boyfriends) as much as Bobby did. Now, standing outside the lit window, Bobby spied in, only to see old Mrs. Phillips wrapping Christmas presents. [`Time to get home, Bobby-boy.'] * * * Bobby quietly entered through the garage and made his way up the back stairs. As he walked down the hall to his room, he noticed Amanda's light was on and her door was open a crack. To his disappointment, as he pressed his eye to the crack, he saw that she was in bed with the covers up to her neck, on her side, reading a book. He pressed the door open a little farther. "What are you still doing up, Munchkin? You have school tomorrow." Amanda looked up from her book and smiled at her big brother. She was so beautiful, Bobby could feel his chest tighten and his heart beating inside it. "Hi, Bobby! I'm still studying. You're home early." "I'm beat. I should still be going strong, `cause I'm still on West Coast time, but I've had it." "Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. How was the party? All your old friends there?" "Some. It was a small crowd. I saw Heather Atwell there." "Yuck! I hope you didn't shake hands with her -- who knows what you'd catch!" Bobby had walked into the room and now sat down on the bed. Amanda moved back towards the wall to give him more room. "Why? What do you mean, Amanda?" "Well, let's just say that she's... ah... been around. You don't get kicked out of school for nothing." "She doesn't go to school with you, anymore?" Amanda shook her head. "She got kicked out before Thanksgiving. She was at some big party that got busted and all the kids were doing everything -- booze, drugs, sex -- everything! And there are rumors that she had an abortion." Bobby was relieved to hear that Amanda and Heather were no longer classmates. He didn't need Heather telling his little sister all about what went on in Scott's basement! "Well, I better let you get back to studying, so you can get some sleep." Amanda reached a hand out from under the blanket and squeezed Bobby's biceps. "I'm glad you're home, safe and sound, Bobby. I missed you." "I missed you, too, Munchkin." Bobby leaned down to give Amanda a little goodnight kiss, but she was so pretty and so warm and soft and smelled so good, that he pressed his lips to hers harder than he intended. His tongue shot from his mouth and pushed between her full, puffy lips as his hand cupped the impressive bulge of her heavy, round, bra-less breast under the blanket. How long did that moment last? Bobby didn't know, but was sure it was only an instant. But it was a magical instant. One he would kill to repeat -- over and over again. When the instant ended, Amanda gently rolled her head and lips away from Bobby's and readjusted the blankets (and her body under them). "What are you doing, big brother?" Her gray eyes were huge and she was smiling in a wry sort of way. "Ah... 'Manda, I um..." "Go to bed, Bobby. The beer and the jet-lag have you acting crazy. Sleep tight." "G'night, Amanda. See you tomorrow." * * * If he hadn't been so exhausted, Bobby would have liked thinking about that kiss and the feel of his little sister's firm, round breast for a while before falling asleep. But he was exhausted. So exhausted, he fell asleep as his head hit his pillow. But he went to sleep with the conviction that, even if only for the briefest micro-instant, his sexy little sister had returned his kiss. * * * ********* Chapter 3 Wednesday, December 21st -- Part 1 * * * Laurie Anderson awoke to "Grandma Got Run-over By a Reindeer" on the clock radio and quickly hit the snooze bar. She cuddled under the down comforter and snuggled closer to her husband, who was still dead to the world. Finally, when the radio popped back on with Kenny G playing some Christmas tune (At least she thought it was a Christmas tune. With him, how could you tell? Everything sounded the same!), Laurie rolled out of bed with a grunt, turned the radio off, and made her way to the bathroom, ready to begin the morning routine and looking forward to the day. Laurie Anderson loved the Christmas season. She still got a giddy buzz from all the excitement, just like a little kid. She loved the nip in the air, the shopping and decorations, the lights, the cooking and baking, and decorating the tree. She loved the entertaining and the parties. Even the office was more fun -- people dressed better than the rest of the year, there were sweet tables and little gifts and lots of flirting. And the kids... She loved watching the kids at Christmas. She had really missed Bobby being away all semester, but especially since Thanksgiving. Watching her two children get more animated by the day as Christmas approached was her deepest-felt pleasure of the season, and Bobby being three thousand miles away had changed that for her this year. But, now he was home and things were wonderful! If she could whistle, she would have been whistling as she stepped from the shower and towelled herself dry. She stepped from the bathroom into her dressing area; and, as she did, she looked at her naked body in the full-length mirror on the side wall. The smooth, white body reflected in the glass didn't look all that bad for a thirty-seven (okay, almost thirty-eight) year old mother of two. She worked hard to keep in shape and, so far, her efforts had been rewarded in firmness and muscle tone. She cupped her hands under her still-firm and heavy, round breasts. Only a slight sag and sexier for it, she thought. Laurie smiled as she watched the dark pink areolae crinkle up and her nipples lengthen just from the slightest touch. [`Oooo... I'm horny!' she giggled to herself, `I better put these dangerous 38's away, before they get me in trouble!'] Her eyes dropped down to her tummy. Maybe a little softer and rounder than when she was eighteen years old, but still pretty firm and not that far from flat. Her eyes still sliding, they passed her womanly hips, and stopped at her bare pussy-lips. Early in their marriage, Robert once mentioned that pussy hair was a real turn-off for him, and even though she wasn't overly hairy, from that night on, she had kept it either bikini-mohawk trimmed or cleanly shaven. It wasn't a bother as long as she kept after it and used the right creams and ointments. Now, after all these years, Laurie thought no more about shaving her pussy than she did about shaving her legs and underarms. But as she looked in the mirror and spread her legs a little wider, she marvelled that she still found the sight of her own naked pussy-lips so erotic. Her pussy hair didn't turn her off, but her naked pussy sure did turn her on! She shuddered as she rubbed her hands across her still-hardening nipples. And that was another thing Laurie thought about as she looked at this attractive, maybe even sexy woman in the mirror... She was beginning to believe the old wives' tales about a woman's prime in the later years... she'd been feeling so horny... no, horny didn't quite encompass the feeling -- she'd been feeling so downright randy lately! And with all the well-dressed and fast-talking salesmen and company reps stopping by in the office, and flirting, she'd found herself fantasizing about naughty, sexy interludes with almost all of them! [`Time to get dressed, Laurie-girl, and wipe those nasty thoughts from your dirty little mind,' she thought to herself and she stepped to her dresser.] She quickly selected and put on her "D"-cup bra, panties and pantyhose in the still dark bedroom and then stepped back to her dressing area. After her make-up was applied (just a touch heavier than usual) she slid into her slip, silk blouse, and short black skirt. She felt pretty and sexy when she walked out of the closet in her highest heels. "Yum! You look good enough to eat, Mrs. Anderson." Laurie smiled at Robert, Sr., not missing the lump under the comforter. "Now you say that. Where were you when I wanted to cuddle, last night and earlier this morning?" "Well, I'm here, now, and you still look good enough to eat, Laurie." "No time, Robert. I have carpool this morning and I haven't heard a peep from Amanda's room. Have you?" Robert shook his head and Laurie walked down the hall to her daughter's room. When there was no answer to her light knocks, she opened the door. The light was still on and Amanda's history book was still open on the bed. The poor child had fallen asleep studying! Laurie walked to the bed and gently shook her daughter awake. "Amanda. 'Manda, honey. Time to get up, Dear." Amanda cracked her eyelids open. "Eh..? Oh! Okay, Mom. I'll shower as fast as I can." Laurie walked back into her bedroom. The door closed behind her and she heard the lock click. As she turned, she saw her husband standing there wearing only a smile and an impressive morning erection for a man of 53! She knew what he wanted. Over the nearly twenty years that they had been married, Laurie knew that one of Robert's favorite turn-ons was having sex when Laurie was all dressed up for a function and ready to leave. Laurie couldn't guess how many times what was about to happen this morning had happened before. They would be dressed for a wedding or funeral or going out to dinner and Robert would take one look at his wife, all dressed and made-up and looking perfect, and want her. It was cute, and Laurie was more than a little flattered, and she had never said no to Robert. She wasn't about to, now, either. She realized that Robert was nearly sixteen years her senior and that the flames of lust just weren't burning as brightly in him as they had; but, still -- it had been a very long time since the last time they had done "it," and an even longer time before that. And, Laurie was missing the routine of steady sex that they had enjoyed earlier in their marriage. Now, when they heard Amanda's shower start, Laurie smiled at her husband and said, "Think we can BOTH finish by the time she finishes her shower?" Robert stepped behind his wife and bent her over to lean on the bed, "Well, I can only speak for myself, Dear, but I'm pretty sure I can!" Laurie laughed. "Oh, you bastard! Now roll my pantyhose down carefully. These are the only clean pair I have in this color." She knew as soon as she said it that she should have rolled them down herself. Before she could stop him, Robert mischievously inserted a finger through the seat of her black pantyhose and ripped them open. "Mmmmmuh!" Laurie liked being taken like this, and Robert knew it and obligingly ripped panties and pantyhose out of the way often, just as he was doing this morning. Her pantyhose were in tatters and the crotch of her panties was carelessly pulled to the side and Robert plunged his hard prick into his wife's hot and wet pussy. "Oh, yeah, Baby! You're so hot and wet and tight! I hope you're ready, Sweetheart, 'cause I'm not gonna last too long! You feel so good! Umh! So fuckin' goooOODD!" To neither's surprise, Robert was cumming. Fast and furious, gobs and gobs. His softening dick easily slipped out of his wife's slick cunt-hole and he fell to the bed, looking up at his lovely wife. "Thanks." Laurie finished the job he started and ripped the rest of her pantyhose off her legs. They could hear Amanda's shower turn off. "Mmmm, my pleasure, Dear. And just in time. But you were a very bad boy -- look at my pantyhose! I bought these to go with my skirt!" "Bill me and wear another color, dear," Robert replied with a grin as he strutted into the bathroom. Laurie hoisted her skirt and slip up to her waist and untangled her panties. They were damp with their mixed love juices and Laurie slid them down her legs and threw them into the hamper. She ran some water at her dressing area and wiped her crotch as best as she could. Back at her dresser, she searched for another pair of black-lace panties and black pantyhose. The first black panties she found was a G-string type, but they matched her bra. Just as she had told Robert, she had no other black sheer pantyhose, which meant she had to dig out her black garterbelt and black stockings. As she finished, donning her high heels again and smoothing her skirt, she had to admit that after the surprise morning fuck and the more risque undergarments she was wearing, she felt considerably sexier going to the office than she ever had before. And she liked the feeling. If only she had come when Robert was fucking her, it would have been a perfect morning! She called through the bathroom door to Robert, "I'm leaving, Robert. Don't forget, you have to pick 'Manda up tonight after her practice." "I won't forget, Laurie. Have a nice day, Sweetheart. If you get drunk at the party, call -- don't drive." "Okay. Bye!" Downstairs, the timer had the coffee ready and she enjoyed a cup while she waited for Amanda. Then the two of them were off in the wagon to pick-up three more of Amanda's classmates and drop them off at school. Without a minute to spare, Laurie arrived at her desk and began her work-day. * * * Laurie loved her job. Maybe not so much the exact job she was working that morning, but she loved having a job and being out in the work-world. She had quit her job as a part-time secretary when she was nineteen years old and pregnant with Bobby; and, after Amanda came along and the two kids started school, Laurie spent a lot of time on charities and volunteering at school, but it wasn't satisfying. Finally, after the boom of the Reagan years collapsed and Robert's business began feeling a little pinch of the recession, Laurie offered to help him in the office. She went back to school and learned about personal computers and wordprocessing software, graphics, and spreadsheets. She took some accounting courses and attended business law and management seminars. When she was ready, Robert suggested she try her resume in the workplace, arguing that she had worked hard to attain her skills and deserved a real job rather than just helping her husband; and, that the outside income would help with the kids' rapidly approaching college tuitions. Laurie happily agreed and was hired her second week of job-hunting. The company that hired her was a giant food conglomerate and Laurie got a job in their huge warehouse and delivery operation in the suburbs. When she started, she was taking phone orders and checking invoices and, through long hours and hard work, had quietly and steadily moved up until she became one of the Regional Director's three office assistants. Sherman Greenberg was that director and had spotted Laurie's potential almost from her first day on the job. He had carefully tested her and promoted her until Laurie had risen as high as she could in the warehouse. Then, in November, each word filled with regret at losing her, he had written a strong recommendation for Laurie for an announced vacancy as a Project Leader at Corporate headquarters, downtown. * * * A little before noon, as the rest of the office was preparing the cafeteria for the Christmas party, Laurie knocked on Sherman Greenberg's office door. "Come in." "Hi, Mr. Greenberg. Happy Holidays!" "Laurie! Come in! Come in!" "I just wanted to thank you, again, for all you've done for me. I really appreciate your support." "Please, no thanks are necessary. I'm a company man and I do what I can to advance the best people so they can do the best for the company. Please, Laurie, sit down." Laurie closed the door and walked across the thickly carpeted office. Sherman Greenberg had been the director for many years and his richly furnished office spoke of his status and the esteem in which `corporate' held him. She sat in the comfortable leather guest chair and placed a wrapped package on Greenberg's blotter. "I just know I wouldn't be moving on to corporate without your support, Mr. Greenberg." "Let's make it `Sherman,' now, shall we, Laurie?" "Okay. Sherman." "You were an easy pick for the job, Laurie. You're more than qualified. You're intelligent, ambitious, a hard worker, and have incredible people skills. They'll be glad they found you in no time." "Well, thank you, Mr... ah, Sherman. But I know they never would have considered me, way out here in the sticks, if someone they respected hadn't brought me to their attention." "For that, Laurie, you are most welcome. Now, what's in this pretty package? I hope it's another model employee like you, so I won't miss you so much around here!" "Open it!" Greenberg lifted the heavy package and ripped the paper away. Inside the box was a large, irregular rectangle of polished marble. The marble was a deep burgundy that perfectly matched the leather trim and accent pieces on his desk. From a smaller box, Greenberg removed two Waterman desk pens and a letter opener and placed them in the holes in the marble. The piece was exquisite. "Laurie... I don't know what to say. Thank you, so much, it's beautiful." Laurie was smiling broadly. "I'm glad you like it. You deserve it. You've been a wonderful boss, Mr... ah... Sherman." "That's been my pleasure, too. So, today's your last day with us here, when do you start downtown?" "January 3rd. I'm nervous." "Don't be, Laurie. You'll be fine. Just be aware that the ah... atmosphere is very different down there." "Do you mean office politics?" "Office politics, for sure. It can get pretty nasty. You've been out here so long, where we are more like a family. It won't be like that down there. Watch your back and make powerful allies. And be on guard!" "On guard?" "Against jealous peers and predatory managers. You know there's a big sexual harassment suit going on, don't you? And at the last directors' meeting, there were rumors of two more possible ones." "Ha! I'm too old and too married. Those execs are picking on the young honeys! I'm not worried about being sexually harassed." Sherman Greenberg, sixty-one years old, married, short, rotund, and nearly bald, looked down at his desk blotter and mumbled something into his chest. Laurie leaned forward in her chair. "Pardon me? I'm sorry, I didn't hear you, Sherman." Greenberg didn't look up, but raised his voice sufficiently to be heard, "I said, `You are the one I'd harass.'" Laurie Anderson felt herself blushing. She sat back in the chair and looked at Greenberg. She didn't see a short, fat, bald, old man -- she saw her soon-to-be-ex-boss who had been fair, honest, pleasant and always a gentleman. She just now realized that he saw her as more than an employee, he saw her as an attractive woman and she wasn't offended -- she was pleased, and surprised. "Well, Mr. Greenberg, I'll take that comment in the way I think it was intended and consider it a complement." Greenberg looked at Laurie. His eyes were full of affection for her. "Please, Laurie, forgive me. I've never sexually harassed a woman in thirty-three years with the company. It's just that you... you..." Laurie stood up and walked around the desk and took Sherman Greenberg's hands into hers. She looked down into his moist eyes, and then lowered herself to one knee, to be on the same level. "No apology necessary, Sherman. I think I understand." "Good, because I don't!" Greenberg looked deeply into Laurie's beautiful blue eyes, and to both their surprise, a tear rolled down his cheek. "I've never felt about a woman the way I feel about you, Laurie. Not some crazy teenage passion or lust, but a real, deep affection; like I was your father and big brother and best friend and protector all rolled into one." Laurie caught his tear with her thumb and then licked it off. She was touched. Deeply. She realized that over the last several years, she had appreciated and enjoyed Sherman acting in all those roles towards her. She felt affection for him and now realized just how much she would miss working for him every day. And in an instant, Laurie thought of the perfect way to thank Sherman Greenberg for all his kindnesses. Almost without thinking about it, Laurie lowered her other knee and she began lowering Greenberg's zipper. It was surprising and impulsive, but, to Laurie, it felt so right. "Wha...!" Greenberg's hand flitted towards his crotch. Laurie grasp his hand gently and smiled up at him. Then she placed her finger over her smiling red lips, "Shhh." His cock was exposed, and much to his surprise and delight, it was hardening in Laurie's magical, warm grasp. He felt joy. Laurie knew no one would dare open Mr. Greenberg's door without knocking, so she felt relaxed as she lowered her mouth down and over Sherman's pink, little cock. Sherman Greenberg was sure the top of his head was just going to blow off. He hadn't felt like this in years and years. Comfortably married for forty years, he enjoyed sex on the one or two occasions a month when he and his wife were both in the mood, but nothing like this! As Laurie licked and slurped and sucked and nibbled, he tried to remember the last time his penis had been in a woman's mouth and was momentarily depressed to realize that it had been when he was a very young man in the navy! Laurie had to admit that sex in the office was very stimulating. [`Maybe there is something to all this sexual harassment stuff!' she thought.] Kneeling in front of her boss with his dick in her mouth was a real turn-on for her. His penis was warm and pink and smooth and smelled clean and fresh. And, she could tell by his breathing, Sherman was enjoying her attentions, and she tried her best to make it special for him. Again, for the second time that day, the end was coming too soon, because she felt Sherman's breathing and hip-jerking change rhythm and knew the end was here. She slipped her wet mouth back to the lipstick-smeared head of his cock and sucked as she licked the tender underside. Sherman Greenberg arched his back and bit into the back of his hand to stop himself from screaming as he began the most wonderful orgasm he had had in decades -- maybe ever! When he was totally drained dry and finally was able to open his eyes, he watched his beautiful and sexy Laurie Anderson sucking and licking his quickly shrinking penis clean. Then he watched as she sat back on her heels, and with her finger, pushed some of his cum that had escaped at the corners of her mouth back into her mouth and licked her finger. [`Oh, what a woman!' he thought. `Why, oh, why did I ever get her that job downtown?' he moaned to himself.] "Ah... Laurie. I don't know what to say." "Don't say anything, Sherman," she smiled. "I enjoyed that as much as I think you did." And she had. Feeling sexy and naughty, blowing the boss in his office, her pussy already filled with her husband's cum. It was turning into one hell of a day! * * * Continued in Part 2. ____________________________________________________________________ Get free e-mail and a permanent address at http://www.netaddress.com/?N=1 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----