The following Tuesday Sarah made the call, “Pete,” she breathed down the phone. “I have given this a lot of thought, but we can’t go on. I’m sorry, but what we have done, fabulous though it was, is too dangerous. Mark suspects something, though I’m sure it wasn’t this. I think he thinks I’m having an affair with someone. He called his father and told him he will stay with me until he comes home.”
Pete was devastated, but he told her he would respect her wishes, but if she ever needed him, he would be there. He didn’t know she needed his cock right at that very minute, but it was impossible. She thanked him for that, and told him she would call if things changed. Sarah sadly put the phone down; unaware that Mark had quietly picked the downstairs up when it had dinged, as his mother connected to Pete.
But he hadn’t heard her mention his name at the beginning of the conversation, and only the end of it. He did think something was wrong, but he hadn’t really guessed it was an affair, and especially not with his best friend.
A full week later Sarah was in turmoil, Ken was away again, and her mind was wondering around. When she had been younger, in her teens, she had ‘put’ it about a bit, but her preference had been older men. And thats how she learned what great sex was about. She had never regarded herself as promiscuous, and rejected the very thought. She had always been selective, and her modelling career had helped that achievement.
But now, after being truly topped and tailed by her son’s best friend, she was hankering once again, the way she had been when she was younger. But her fixation was a young man, not older as before. One afternoon, sat in the house she almost called Pete, but instead ordered a pizza to be delivered, it was 5pm.
She was looking out of her window waiting for it, when a two wheeled scooter drew up on her drive. A young dark skinned man in shorts, and a tee shirt with pumps, got off. He took off the enormous helmet, and she smiled behind her drapes, at the great looking guy striding towards her door, box in hand.
She opened it, not remembering she was loosely dressed, the boy couldn’t stop his eyes popping out at her. Her libido fired up immediately, Sarah shuddered as her pussy quivered. She gave him her best smile, and invited him in while she got the money for him. She was impressed by his dark good looks and white toothy smile.
“Is this your last delivery then?” she asked, knowing the parlour shut from 5pm to 7pm.
“Yes he replied, I’m back on again at 7, and finish at midnight.” He told her with a deep manly voice. Sarah looked at the box, she had been hungry, but now she was starving, and it wasn’t for the pizza.
“Well,” she said brightly, but suggestively, “why don’t you stay and share me with this Pizza?” It was a play on words that she had intended, but wasn’t an in your face offer. He clicked on straight away.
“Maam,” he said, respectfully, and taking in the older beauty stood right in front of him. “I would love nothing more than to share you with it.” And taking the box, he ripped the top off, tore a piece of pizza away and offered it to her lips. Sarah looked into his eyes as she picked at it with her teeth, not allowing her lips to touch it.