I was a recruiter several years ago and over the course of several months I developed a relationship with a young man’s mom who I was enlisting. It was never meant to happen but a few innocent flirts turned into a “work” dinner to talk some things through with her and it ended with a compulsory kiss through the window of her car… We would meet periodically to flirt, touch and play but it never went all the way. She was ten years older than me but an absolute fox. I began to write fantasy stories of her and I and she would send me erotic selfies. I’ll share the series of stories.
Part I
It had been several days since he had seen her but the thought wouldn’t leave his mind. She was gorgeous. She knew it and it wasn’t a bad thing. Her confidence gave her an air of untouchability that most women didn’t carry and it drove him ferociously mad. Their initial meeting was completely business related but his thoughts devolved into imaginative lust after the first few meetings. He couldn’t help it. Her personality was down to earth and she had a great sense of humor but her body was incredible. She was toned and tan. It wasn’t the store-bought tan sported by so many of his peers, but a naturally glowing bronze gifted only to those of certain descent. She would sit in the chair across the room, legs appropriately crossed, her wedges shaping her calves. She was gifted and there was no denying he was attracted to the woman. A few years his senior, she would laughingly make reference to her age, obviously oblivious to the natural beauty she possessed and the desire it created in the man just feet away. She had it all.
They would eventually begin casually talking. It was business at first with the occasional harmless flirt tossed in as a confidence shot for the day. It was fun. It was flirtatious. And it was mostly innocent. Mostly.
Like his thoughts in the beginning, his texts and the correspondence between them quickly and inexplicably devolved. What started out as the compliment bordering inappropriate sharply turned into casual references about preferences in Love making. What started as casual references quickly turned into a fantastic imaginative game of tit for tat. They would exchange stock photos from the internet that obviously alluded to the sexual air they had created.
He loved it. He hated it. And she seemed to feel the same. It was fun. It was erotic and it was getting more intense. She worked a town away and their casual flirting and erotic games drove his desire to the point where her texts, regardless of content, would bring a rush of blood to his “tool of the trade.” Her voice, quiet and low when they talked would bring about a shortness of breath and an elevated heart rate that turned him on.
Oh, one other little detail, they were both in separate relationships. Let’s forgo the ethical lecture and be honest. It didn’t change that air… that sexual, hot, and yet chill-inducing air.
He worked late. She knew it. From the countless deleted messages and the constant back and forth, they had each other’s schedule pretty well mapped. He was sitting at the desk they had met around many times before when his phone went off. It was her. At least he hoped it would be.
“Knock, knock” he read aloud to himself.
The gentle knock at the door startled him for a second before it clicked in his mind. He jumped out of his chair and turned on the Edison build lamp on his shelf and shut off the fluorescent overhead lighting. It was a feeble attempt but he would do his best to create a less “corporate” atmosphere. He opened the door and she held two cold brew coffees. It was adorable. A cute attempt to appear seemingly innocent enough.
They went through a normal hello. He feigned ignorance as to why she would have stopped by so late and she pretended to be the angel delivering a gentle caffeine boost.
He gestures toward the office and shamelessly snuck a full body review as she passed. He flipped off the main lights in the office and turned into his office. She turned towards him.
“Nice mood lighting.”
“I hate the damn overhead lights. I sit here all day.”
“Sure…” she whispered. He looked at her, cocking his eyebrow.
“Don’t give me that eyebrow.” She said.
“Or what?” He said quietly as he stepped toward her and placed a hand at her hip, backing her into the door.
“Excuse you!” She playfully muttered.
The game was over.
He pulled her hips to his, gently ran a hand along her face and slid his fingers into the hair laying gently on her neck. He kissed her, softly at first but deeper as the moment passed.
The kiss was deep. His hand eventually slid up her body and guided her left arm above her head against the solid oak door. She thought about that. The thought of her arms pinned above her head turned her on. He knew it. He was exploiting it. He felt her felt her gently thrusting forward wanting more contact as her long leg slowly slid up against his as she raised it off the ground, pulling him and holding him against her tight body. Her breaths were faster and shallower now. He could tell she was aroused. He dropped his hands to her rib cage, on either side of her rapidly rising and falling breasts. He gripped her body and pulled her to the couch a few feet away. He fell back into it, pulling her and forcing her to kneel straddling him on the faux leather.
She leaned forward and locked lips again, holding both sides of his face, not wanting him to pull away.
He wrapped his thumbs under her shirt and lifted it above her head. Her hair fell down around her face, perfectly accentuating her eyes in this moment as she looked back down. There was something in those eyes, it was fierce and it was hot. He rubbed his hands over her body, taking in her beauty and the full breasts that now sat eye level with him.
Like a true professional, he cupped her right breast as he slid his left hand behind her back and unclipped the beautiful but restrictive bra. She gave a brief sigh and gently rolled her shoulders forward in the universal position that allowed the shoulder straps to slide forward.
He was in awe.
He gently kissed across her chest and teased her nipples with his tongue. He felt her back arch and he slid his hands the front of her pants and unclasped the one button the kept him away from what he imagined in this moment to be the sweetest thing he would ever taste.
She stopped him, whispering “uh uh” and playfully wagging a finger as she slid backwards on the couch and kneeled between his legs, gently spreading them as she ran her hands firmly up his thighs, stopping briefly to wrap her hand around the thick throbbing member he kept hidden underneath the dark blue Levi’s.
It was her turn to play.
She slowly unbuttoned the jeans and worked the zipper towards her. She could feel the warmth of him already. Her back tingled and she leaned forward for another kiss before she gently ran her nails down his chest and grabbed the waist of the jeans and briefs together. She pulled them down and backed up as she removed the pants from his thick legs. She leaned back in again. Taking her hands back up his thighs, she ran her hand along the shaft and wrapped her fingers around him. She wanted it
She leaned in, gently teasing the Top with her lips and tongue. She sat back, put her hair in a pony tail and leaned forward. Taking him into her mouth, they both quietly moaned. She worked her lips up and down the throbbing rod she held and after a few minutes, he had been teased enough.
He pulled back on her ponytail, forcing her to tip back and he stood, ushering her to do the same. Now pinning her against the main door to the office, the only door separating them from all of those who didn’t know their secret, he worked his way down her nude upper body. Kissing her skin, he casually worked her pants and little underwear down her long legs.
She now stood before him completely nude. He gently smiled as she looked down on him as it reminded him of so many marble statues that dotted European townsquares. She was exquisite.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/r967k1/misbehaving_mom_with_marine_recruiter_pt1