"Sure," said Tom. "I'm in no rush. A cup of coffee would be great before I hit the road."
"Great," said Jackie, her grin widening a little. "C'mon over, then." Tom watched her lead the way back to her house, and noticed that her breasts weren't the only things about her that had improved with some time away. The khaki shorts were stretched smoothly over her full rear end, and her hips swayed enticingly as she went up the steps to her front door.
As they entered, Tom said, "Thanks for inviting me over; it'll give me a chance to say goodbye to your mom, too." Tom had often mowed the lawn at Jackie's house, as her father, who had mowed the lawn previously, had moved out shortly before he and Jackie's mother divorced several years ago.
"Oh," said Jackie, "She's out. I'll be sure and tell her you said goodbye, though." That's a shame, thought Tom. Jackie's mom was really hot. Many of Tom's high school fantasies had involved Jackie's mother. She had short curly black hair and tan skin. In fact, she had often sunbathed out in the back yard while Tom was mowing the lawn. Tom remembered sneaking glances at her in her tiny black bikini while he pushed the mower around the yard. Jackie's mom had long, lean legs and large breasts. She would lean back in a lawn chair while she sunned herself, sipping from an iced beverage of some sort. When it was hot, she would sometimes take a piece of ice from the glass and run it over the nape of her neck, down her throat and between her breasts. Tom would try not to stare as the melting ice dripped across her collarbone and down into her cleavage. This was the point where Tom's fantasies usually began, visions of licking the drop from her chest as Jackie's mother tangled her fingers in Tom's hair, pressing his face into her succulent breasts. Tom's hands roaming over her tawny body, his cock growing harder by the moment. He would often feel his erection growing so much that he worried that she would notice it under his shorts.
Tom snapped out of his reverie, realizing that he had not spoken for what was suddenly turning into an awkward amount of time. Jackie had fetched him a cup of coffee and placed it on the counter. Tom's mind shifted gears then as he realized that if her mother was out, then they were alone in the house. Maybe Jackie had more than coffee in mind? |