“OK.” I carried them into a narrow room and neatly stacked them where Mrs. Walker directed.
“All right. That’s everything. I’m even way ahead of where I thought I’d be, even with Terry’s help. That all the chores we needed to do. Danny, I don’t know how to thank you.”
I turned to her in the narrow confines of the room. “You’re wrong, Mrs. Walker.”
“What?”
“There’s one chore left to do. And it also takes care of thanking me.”
“Danny, don’t start that again. We have to put that part of the day behind us. You’re a young boy who’s listening to one part of his body and forgetting the rest of his good judgment.”
“My body is just listening to your great body, Mrs. Walker. Don’t tell me your body isn’t telling you some great ideas too.”
“Danny, stop it.” I had stepped closer, backing her into the shelves in the room. “We have to leave now. You mother will start to get worried.”
“She’ll know I’m with you, safe and sound.” I pressed up against her, our faces just inches apart. “Don’t you want to hug and kiss me goodbye like you usually do?”
“Let’s go. You have to let me out of here. What would your mother think or what would Terry think of you if he saw you do this to his mother?”
“What would he think if I made you cum—hard?”
“Don’t say that again?”
“Don’t you want to cum?” I kissed her lips gently.
“Stop it.”
“Don’t you need to cum?” I kissed her harder, and she feebly pushed against my chest.
“I’m so much older than you. Doesn’t that bother you?”
I kissed her as she finished the sentence and teased at her closed lips with my tongue. Her tongue met it and gently played with mine. Then she turned her head aside.
“I think of you as a beautiful, experienced, profession woman.” I kissed her exposed neck and nibbled at it.
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me. It’s not fair. It’s not fair.”
I turned her face back to me and looked into her eyes. “You deserve some pleasure. You deserve some tenderness. You deserve to let your feelings out.”
“That doesn’t make this right. I’m vulnerable right now. You have to stop this before it gets out of hand, before we do something we’ll regret.”
“Do you regret this?” Then I kissed her. She didn’t move. “Or this?” I took her into my arms. She didn’t help, but she didn’t resist. “Or this?” I kissed her and let my tongue part her lips. They opened and I glided my tongue inside Mrs. Walkers mouth fully for the first time. After a few seconds, her own tongue came alive and intertwined with mine. Then she stuck her tongue into my mouth and gently probed. Her rate of breathing was increasing.
My hands tugged at her shirt. It started to slide out of her jeans at the waistband.
Her eyes flew open and her hands went to mine. “No,” she whispered. “we have to stop.”
I tugged steadily until her shirt was completely free of her pants.
“I want to get you home,” she said, her voice weakening.
“I want to get you in bed,” I said at the same volume. My hands ventured up to those big, soft breasts. I massaged them for a moment before her hands came up to fend me away.