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An Unexpected Moment Of Heaven – Part One

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“Would you like to feel them, Michael?”Startled, I nearly tipped my drink all over the floor.It wasn’t an invitation I’d expected to receive. Certainly not from Mrs Robinson! I placed the glass carefully back on the table, not wanting to spill red wine on her valuable Persian rug.Reaching out, Catherine deliberately took my hands into her own, and placed them on her breasts…—–To say the events of that afternoon had taken an unexpected turn would be the understatement of my young life.As arranged, I’d called round to see my friend, Jack. We were going to celebrate my nineteenth birthday by getting horribly drunk together, eating pizza, and watching porn.Instead, I was surprised when his mum had answered the door, looking absolutely stunning in a dress that had my jaw dropping. I could see every inch of her bare legs all the way from her low-heeled sandals, up to—well, somewhere that wasn’t leaving much to the imagination.I found that my imagination was, however, trying very hard to picture what was hidden at the top of her legs, underneath her very short dress.“I’m sorry, Michael—Jack was called into work this morning. Didn’t he text you? I’ve only just got back myself. I’ve been out for lunch with my friend Cynthia.”She hesitated. I was aware that my mouth was hanging open. I quickly closed it, biting my tongue painfully in the process.“Why don’t you come in? You can tell me how Jack’s getting on. He doesn’t tell me anything these days. If you want, you can wait here for him until he finishes his shift—I know you two were planning something. It’s your birthday, isn’t it?”Somewhat stunned, and not wanting to seem too eager, I followed Mrs Robinson inside, watching the movement of her buttocks under the skimpy escort beylikdüzü little dress with a sudden sense of discovery. I’d never seen her dressed like this before, and I was rapidly revising my view of Mrs R as a woman!“Coffee—or would you prefer a beer? I’m having a glass of wine—not my first, I’m afraid. I got a bit carried away over lunch, but hey, it’s been that kind of day!” she said brightly.I wasn’t quite sure what she meant but, oh lordy—it looked like she might be half-cut! It was 3pm. Was it too early for a beer? Actually…“Um, maybe I could join you in a glass of wine, Mrs Robinson. Would that be okay?”“Of course! And please—call me Catherine! I’m drinking red, if that’s alright?”“Sure.” Anything! All of a sudden, I realised I really needed a drink. Here I was, all alone with Mrs Robinson, and I was suddenly having strangely erotic feelings I couldn’t have imagined before today. Had I been blind?She’d always been Jack’s mum. Today, it was like seeing a totally different woman. Now she was…What was she?She was smokin’ hot, that’s what! Dazzling. I could feel my cock stiffening at the sudden raft of fantasies starting to permeate my thoughts. Thoughts that I’d definitely never had before. My mind was beginning to run riot thinking about what was under that little dress of hers. I became very aware of the swell of her breasts, and images invaded my mind; images of what she might look like if she took the dress off.“Sorry…?”“I asked you how Jack was getting on?”“Oh, sorry, I was—I was distracted.”“Yes, I noticed,” she said with a wry smile. She looked like she didn’t mind, though. I mean, did she have any idea what was going through my mind?Christ, Michael, get a grip!We escort akbatı talked for a few minutes about Jack, and how he was getting on at college. I was having difficulty concentrating on what Mrs Robinson was saying, so conscious was I of her feminine curves. I almost felt like I was being seduced. I couldn’t prevent my eyes returning to look at Catherine’s legs. She did rather seem to be deliberately giving me a good view. I realised what she’d said earlier was spot on—she’d clearly had a drink or three already, and seemed just a little bit tiddly.Maybe she was reading my mind because, suddenly, the conversation took a new and unexpected turn.“How about you, Michael? You’re about to turn nineteen, and are such a handsome young man. You must have the girls falling for you all the time?”Oh no. Now the conversation was becoming awkward.“Not really, Mrs Robinson.”“Oh, come on—a sexy looking thing like you…”Did she just call me a ‘sexy looking thing!’ Bloody hell! Where was this going?“Er, actually, Mrs Robinson, I’ve never really been out with anyone.”I hadn’t been out with anyone for several reasons. One of them was that I was too shy, and could never muster up the courage. I mean, look what happened when I fancied the pants of Caroline Bates that time. Nothing! That’s what. And then someone else asked her out, and the moment was gone.She laughed gently. “I find that kind of hard to believe. Look at you! You’re gorgeous!”I could feel myself blushing furiously. Now, I just needed to crawl under a stone and disappear!“Um…”“There must be girls you fancied at school, Michael? And now that you’re at college?”My face must have been the colour of beetroot by now. How could I explain this escort beylikdüzü to Jack’s mum for crying out loud?“Of—of course there are, Mrs Robinson. It’s just—It’s just that I’m not very good at asking girls out.” And—until now, I’d sort of given up on the female of the species. But I couldn’t say that. Especially now. And especially not to Catherine Robinson, who had me rapidly reassessing things, confusing me with an allure and sex appeal that had my stomach tied in knots.She looked speculatively across the top of her glass at me.“Do you want to talk about it?”Absolutely not! No, no, no. Not in a million years! No! I just couldn’t.Not without a lot more wine…“Um, do you think I could have another glass of wine, Mrs Robinson?”A look of understanding, and—what? Compassion? — swept across her face.“Of course, Michael. You look like you need it almost as much as me!”Catherine gave me the coy little smile she seemed to be so fond of, as she topped up our glasses.“Then you can tell me all about the girls you haven’t asked out.”Oh God.—–Catherine had opened a second bottle. I was getting drunk.“Do you mean, you really haven’t had sex with a girl? I can’t believe you’re a virgin Michael.”How long had we been chatting? Was it minutes, or only hours? Christ, that didn’t make sense! Or maybe it did? We seemed to be going around in circles. Why hadn’t the ground opened up and swallowed me yet?“God, it’s so bloody ridiculous, isn’t it! There you are, all innocent, and totally unaware of your appeal to women. Real women, I mean, Michael—not those stupid young tarts you’ve been telling me about, who don’t have the sense to see what’s in front of them! And here I am, a middle-age mum, over the hill, and desperately in need of a good fuck.”Jesus!“It’s just so difficult to have sex these days. There’s all the hassle of going out and meeting somebody at a club, or online, and you get your hopes up, but it nearly always ends up disappointing, doesn’t it? And frankly, I just can’t be bothered.”

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