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You really need to read the first part of ‘My Supervisor Seduced Me’ before going on with this, and the subsequent follow ups.
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The last day’s work at Ascot was a good one for tips, but not a good one for Brenda’s opinion of me. Knowing that I’d fucked her daughter Katie, she was coming to terms with having seduced me, and had actually screwed me in earshot of her daughter.
But none of it was down to me, it had been Brenda’s initial desire that had started it. As regards Katie, we had fucked one night in the back of a mate’s car, both of us were drunk, and it was the end of term. I distinctly remember my mate driving her home, and him fucking her too.
The minibus journey home from Ascot was strained. Brenda and I were sitting next to each other, and at first we spoke little. Eventually Brenda reluctantly referred to her daughter, and how upset she’d been. More to do with the fact that her mum had been ‘fucking about’ rather than the fact it had been me. Of course, I didn’t reveal to Brenda that her daughter had slept with two guys in one evening.
When we arrived back at the agency office we parted, we knew each others mobile numbers, and our social media contacts, and both of us were probably uncertain if we’d meet again.
However, my whole adventure with Brenda was to open up massive complications in my life.
The first inkling I got of what was to come, was a post on social media from another old school friend. It was clear from the way it was deliberately phrased, that someone knew about me and Katie’s mum. It was soon followed by various ‘theories’ and suppositions which blew the lid right off. My closest mate, after ‘congratulating’ me, suggested that I didn’t react, and that it might be a good idea to come off social media until the dust had settled.
I decided to take his advice, although I was concerned that my parents might get wind of my escapade. They would take a dim view of it, but I was relying on the fact that they didn’t use social media.
The withdrawal from an online presence was very odd, invigorating in a way, but limiting socially. It was summer, with a lot of social stuff going on with old friends.
However, I was earning money from odd jobs around the neighbourhood, and one of those brought more complications.
I’d been cutting my parent’s hedge along the roadside when a neighbour, Mrs Haywood, came over and asked if I would like the job of cutting back a hedge in her back garden. Mrs Haywood was someone I’d known since she’d moved in just up the road, probably ten years ago. She had seen me working outside our house, and her husband Brian, had been in the far east on business for the whole of August, so her garden was becoming overgrown.
“I just need the hedge doing, and I saw you doing yours, and thought I’d ask.”
Mrs Haywood was a stunning red head, an auburn colour with a very good figure for a woman of probably mid fifties. I’d seen her occasionally in town with Brian, and she always turned heads.
“Yes I’ll do that for you Mrs Haywood, is tomorrow morning ok? about 9.30?”
“Great,” she replied, “and for goodness sake call me Debs, oh, and I’ll pay you, of course.”
“Thank you Mrs…oh …Debs,” I stuttered a bit, “I’ll see you in the morning.” I watched her as she walked back to her house, in quite a low cut summer dress, and I said to myself, “For goodness sake get a grip, not all women fancy you.”
And so the next morning I went with my hedge trimmers to Mrs Haywood’s, or should I say Deb’s. I rang the doorbell, and got no reply, so I ventured round through the side gate.
The back garden was very much a social space. Close to the house there was a large patio with a lower area, which had a hot tub, a bbq, and a small pizza oven. On either side of this area were the two hedges that required trimming. They were about seven feet tall, and acted as a screen to the neighbours’ houses on either side.
Just as I was wondering whether to shout out, or cough to make my presence known, Debs emerged through the bi-fold doors from the kitchen.
“Hi there, Nick, do you want a coffee before you start?” Debs was standing there, on the patio, wearing just shorts, and what looked like a bikini top. It was a bright, warm summers day, but I still couldn’t help staring for a few seconds too long, at her cleavage.
I detected a slight smirk before she went back inside to make the coffee, and I put my tools, and bits and pieces, to one side.
“Sit down here,” suggested Debs, indicating the quadrangle of garden sofas surrounding a low table on the patio. I sat on one sofa, and Debs sat at the one next to mine, at ninety degrees.
“So tell me what you’ve been doing this summer, working to earn money, or have you been away?”
Debs was leaning forward to put her mug down on the table, and whether it was my imagination or not, she seemed to do it very slowly, and to squeeze her breasts together to accentuate the cleavage.
Again I thought she had caught me looking, but Örnekköy Escort then I thought maybe it’s me, just being a horny ‘dickhead.’
“Oh I did some some agency work at Royal Ascot, that was very well paid with tips, but it was a whole week of getting up at 5.30, and travelling down there in a minibus. And then it didn’t get back until late at night.”
“Yes I’d heard you’d done that, an enjoyable experience I bet.”
Debs seemed to place a heavy emphasis on the word ‘experience,’ and at the same time was staring intently at me.
My heart missed a beat, and I knew that she was fishing, and probably Debs had some knowledge of my exploits with Brenda, Katie’s mum. I also knew I was blushing bright red, and was fidgeting with my mug of coffee.
“Well…well…it certainly helped my bank balance,” and then hurriedly I added, “I guess I must get on.”
As I swallowed the rest of my coffee, and got up, I had my fears confirmed.
“I’ll let you get on, but there’s a lot of my ‘older’ women friends on social media been heartened by the rumours.”
As Debs picked up the empty mugs, and went back inside the kitchen I whispered under my breath, “Oh my god.”
I decided to get on with the hedge cutting, and put Deb’s comments to the back of my mind. Easier said than done, because after half an hour, I’d managed to cut along the front of one side, and I would need some step ladders to cut the top. I didn’t want to have to fetch some from home so I wandered into the kitchen to find Debs.
I couldn’t see her at first, but found her on her laptop round on the kitchen table.
“Have you any stepladders Mrs Haywood…I mean Debs? Has your husband got any in the garage?”
“Yes, I’ll show you in a minute, hang on, but I’m just trying to stop us being swamped with visitors. Oh my god, you’ve created such a stir.”
“What do you mean?” I was puzzled.
“I’m afraid it’s partly my fault, all I did was post to Julie, a friend, that I’d got you here, hedge cutting, and everyone wanted to come round and see you, the guy who…well…the guy who slept with Brenda Woods.”
“You are joking, aren’t you? Am I some internet gigolo?”
I explained that I’d not been on social media deliberately, to avoid being dragged into something like this.
Debs slammed the laptop shut. “C’mon, let’s find those step ladders.”
She led the way to the side of the house, and in through the back door of the garage. Brian’s classic MGB was in there, and the step ladders were down alongside the car, hooked up on the wall.
“Let me get them down Debs,” I said as she went to lift them off the hooks.
“Ok, but for god’s sake don’t scratch the car, Brian would go ballistic.”
As I squeezed past Debs in the narrow gap, I breathed in a huge intake of the expensive perfume she exuded. She had her ass pressed up against the door, and side window of the sports car, and it was difficult not to rub my body past her breasts. As I went, she momentarily put both hands on the side of my waist to ease me past. My hormones were starting to buzz.
Carefully I extricated the stepladders, and watched by Debs, got them safely out of the garage.
The rest of the morning went well, with me almost completing both hedges by lunchtime. I managed to concentrate on the task, but still couldn’t take my eyes off Debs when she brought out occasional drinks.
The second time, in conversation, she said, laughing, “Do you like our hot tub Nick? I was going to use it today, but thought it unfair to be enjoying it while you were slaving away.”
“You shouldn’t worry about me, I wouldn’t have looked.” Realising what I’d just said, I blurted out, “Oh god, I didn’t mean it like that…sorry Mrs Haywood.”
Debs was shaking with laughter, “Don’t be silly…but I know you have a reputation now!”
She saw me blushing once again.
“Look, I have to go out for lunch, if you’re not doing anything for the rest of the day, why not stay here, have a sandwich, and use the hot tub by yourself?”
“Wow, that’s very generous Debs, are you sure? I’ll leave everything cleaned up.”
“No problem, I’ll be off in ten minutes.”
And ten minutes later she shouted, “Cheerio, see you later, enjoy,” and left me alone.
I was pretty well finished after half an hour, and the sun was shining brightly. The hot tub looked inviting, and I was thinking to myself that being completely alone, I could go native, and enjoy the tub with the freedom of nothing on.
Debs had left a sandwich, and a can of beer, so after eating, I stripped off and took the beer into the hot tub. Relaxing in the bubbles was the perfect way to finish the morning’s work, and sipping a beer as well, was perfect.
With my eyes closed, I leaned back, with my mind wandering to thoughts of Debs, and of what she would be like to have sex with, or whether her teasing was just play, or perhaps a real desire within the restrictions of marriage. With the sun shining down, and the bubbles Örnekköy Escort Bayan gently massaging and jiggling my lower parts, I was almost dropping off to sleep.
Suddenly, I was aware of the sound of heels on the porcelain patio. I opened my eyes, and was unprepared to see a spectacular blonde woman standing feet away, dressed in tight fitting white t-shirt, ripped denim jeans, and red stilettos.
I sat straight up.
“So you must be the famous Nick Brooks,” she said in a lilting Welsh accent. “I saw on social media that you were working for Debs, but she warned everyone off coming round. I hate being refused permission in anything, so here I am,… where’s Debs?”
Slightly shocked, I replied, “She’s gone out for lunch, she left me here to chill out. I’m sure she’ll be back later.”
“So we have the place to ourselves, I’m Lizzie by the way. Sooooooo…you’ve gained quite a reputation young man. My friends say I’ve got a bad reputation too, I must be too daring, and unconventional for my age.”
I could see that Lizzie was a very sexy fifty something woman, who had a mind of her own.
“Seeing that Debs isn’t here, I might as well hang around, I might join you in there.”
I coughed, “I really had better get off myself, would you pass me the towel.”
“You are spoiling my fun,” giggled Lizzie, stepping closer, “I do believe you’re not wearing anything?”
The question didn’t need answering. I watched, as almost in slow motion, Lizzie stripped out of her t-shirt and jeans, threw her bra and panties to one side, and climbed in. My eyes were on stalks staring at Lizzie’s breasts swinging, and her shaved pussy on glorious view.
This was my first experience of an alpha female, Lizzie was going to do just what she wanted.
“So Nick, you’ve created quite a stir with the older women in our little group online, Brenda won’t let on, but I wanted to see for myself.”
I must have looked like a frightened rabbit, as Lizzie moved through the bubbles to sit beside me. She pressed her breasts up against my arm, and I jumped as I felt her hand under the water. As she grasped my cock, it was already starting to get hard.
“So it was true Nick, quite a specimen, I hope I can make use of it.”
“God Lizzie, anyone could see us,” I was panicking a bit. But Lizzie was not a woman to be embarrassed.
Knowing exactly what she was doing, Lizzie stood and turned, and placed her knees either side of my thighs, onto the moulded seating. I was her puppet, and as she squashed her boobs into my face, I felt her fingers taking my cock, and rubbing the head back and forth between her pussy lips.
And then she pushed down.
“Oh fuck…oh god Nick…” And then I was deep inside her.
Lizzie looked directly at me, “Nick, you feel very good, oh wow.”
She moved slowly at first, closing her eyes, gasping each time she pushed down. The water was creating waves as we fucked. Even if I’d wanted to, I couldn’t take control, Lizzie was doing it her way.
The bubbles had stopped as the timer had elapsed, and the swell of the water was lapping against the sides of the tub as Lizzie got quicker. Her breasts, glistening from the water, were swinging and sliding over my chest.
Just as I was gaining my self control, Lizzie wanted a change of stimulation. Rising off my cock, and standing up, she turned round and bent forwards leaning on the edge of the tub.
“Fuck me doggy style, stick that cock in me, and fuck me hard,” she commanded urgently.
I stood behind her, as she spread her feet apart in readiness. I could see her pussy lips pouting, ready to accept me, and when I slid inside her, it brought a cry of appreciation.
“Oh god Nick, that’s deep, now fuck me hard, fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.”
And so, grabbing both hips, I started to fuck her doggy style. My thighs started to slap against her buttocks, and the water in the hot tub began to slosh backwards and forwards.
“Yes, yes, go on, harder…god you’re a stud… fuck me you lovely boy.”
I was really going for it, and I knew I probably wasn’t going to cum. The ‘rough’ nature of fucking Lizzie precluded any erotic feelings I might have had. I just knew that she wanted ‘bringing off,’ and that I was going to do it for her.
“Oh fuck…don’t stop Nick, just keep doing it like that… harder,” and then with lots of panting, and murmured gasps, I knew I was getting it right.
“Fucking hell Nick, I’m going to cum…I’m nearly there…oh god, don’t stop…yes…fuck…yes…oh my god…I’m cumming…ohhhhhhhhhhh…yessssss!”
Lizzie’s knees gave way, it was only my cock inside her that stopped her sinking downwards. I hadn’t cum, but I wasn’t complaining. We both slowly sat down in the now still waters of the tub.
“Bloody hell Nick, all the rumours were true, that was amazing.”
I was just about to respond when we both got a shock.
“It’s a bloody good job the neighbours are away on holiday, I told you Escort Örnekköy not to come round Lizzie, I knew you’d want to fuck Nick, you’re sex bloody mad.”
“I couldn’t resist Debs, I actually thought you’d be here, but when I saw Nick in the hot tub…well.”
Throwing two towels at us, Debs snorted, “I think you’d better get dressed, I’ll be inside getting a drink.” And she turned on her heels and disappeared back inside.
Lizzie got out first, and was soon dressed again. I was aware my cock was still semi hard, and I had to turn my back to hide my embarrassment.
Both of us went indoors with our heads bowed. Debs brought us coffee, and the conversation was rather stunted. Lizzie was very apologetic now, and I just remained mainly silent.
It wasn’t long before Lizzie said that she would go. She said sorry again to Debs, and thanked me in a way that felt really inappropriate, after what we’d done.
Debs showed her out, and when she returned to the lounge I thought I was going to get a telling off, but she just looked at me sympathetically, and said, “well I guess you couldn’t say no. Lizzie can be forceful, and she’s a bit of a middle aged nympho.”
My reply was not very forthcoming.
“C’mon Nick, you’ve had adventures with two women, both single, so there’s been no unfaithfulness, you shouldn’t feel guilty. I know what guilt feels like.”
I wasn’t sure what Debs meant, was she saying that she’d been unfaithful? She was incredibly sexy sitting there on the sofa in a short summer dress, with her legs tucked up under her, it wouldn’t have surprised me if most guys would make a pass at her.
“Do you mean you’ve had affairs?” I asked.
“One affair, or actually one fling. In fact it was last year, with a young man about your age. When I saw you fucking Lizzie earlier, it brought it all back.”
I was intrigued, “How did it happen, why?”
“A long story. It was in Portugal, on a holiday. Brian and I had gone with our friends, Richard and Jane, and their daughter Jilly, and her boyfriend Billy.”
Debs face was lighting up, I thought that there might be still some desire.
She continued, “I’d found out the week before we went, that Brian had been ‘playing around’ with someone at his office, anyway one day Brian and Richard went off to play golf, and Jane and Jilly went into the town to go shopping. It left me and Billy at a loose end. We went swimming, and then we were drinking cocktails at the poolside.”
Debs was fidgeting on the sofa, and I couldn’t help ogling her legs as she crossed, and recrossed them. Whether she noticed or not, I didn’t know, but she continued relating her story.
“One thing led to another, and Billy was very sure of himself, so we ended up in his room. We had sex twice, and it felt great, but afterwards I felt guilty, and when we all had dinner that evening, I could hardly look at poor Jilly.”
“You make me feel a bit better now,” I said, “I’m sorry you had to watch me screwing Lizzie in your hot tub.”
“My god, it actually turned me on, I may have sounded angry, but it looked, and sounded so good.”
Debs smiled, “Come over here, sit here,” and she patted the sofa beside her.
I hesitated, but by now Debs had teased me enough, and I hadn’t had any sexual release with Lizzie. Debs looked so inviting, and then, as I got up, she suddenly grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it over her head. There she was, on the sofa in just pink bra and panties.
I stopped momentarily before sitting down beside her. Straight away she reached out, and pulled my t-shirt over my head. I couldn’t help noticing the damp patch showing on her panties, it was Debs in arousal mode.
“I’ve teased you for too long Nick. I’m going to have you here and now.”
And so Debs pulled me towards her, and we kissed. There was no rushing, no hurry. The kissing was soft, inviting, sensual.
Debs fingers were exploring my bare chest, my shoulders, my back, but eventually they moved to my jeans, massaging my cock through the denim.
“Take them off,” Debs eventually said, and while I half stood up, she stripped off her bra and panties, and revealed the most sumptuous wet pussy, oozing her juices.
By this time my cock was rampant, standing erect, and as big as it had ever been. I watched Debs expression as I was kneeling between her thighs. Her eyes went from my cock to looking directly at me, and back again, it was my turn to tease.
Still watching her face I lowered my cock until it was almost touching her pussy, Pleadingly she raised and strained her hips upwards, trying desperately to take me inside, but I kept holding it just inches away.
“Oh you bastard, come on, fuck me, I want it.” Debs was half pleading, half laughing.
I was smiling too, “Are you ready, it looks like it?”
“For god’s sake, stop teasing, please…”
Briefly I slid the head of my cock up between her labia, and then against her clit. Debs reaction was instantaneous.
“Oh my god…oh yes… go on.”
I rubbed her clit with the head of my cock, back and forth.
“Oh Nick, that’s it, that’s it, oh fuck!”
And then slowly I pushed my cock inside her, inch by inch, as I lowered myself down.
“Yes, that feels so good…mmmmmmm…now fuck me Nick.”
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