The feeling wouldn’t go away - and neither would the flashes of fantasy in her head.

Jennifer shut the car off and headed for the back door of the house. She was certain that every bit of what she was imagining was written plain as day on her blushing face. Thankfully, her son’s truck and motorcycle were both absent, so he wasn’t home to see her in such a state.

The new intern at work was fresh out of college, handsome, fit, and his voice alone gave her shivers and made her pussy ache. Running into him in the copy room a few minutes before the end of day had proved to be a trial. He engaged her with a little mild flirting, and it had an effect, to say the least.

Safely inside the house, she dropped her purse on top of the kitchen bar. She sighed as she sat down in a chair at the table and kicked off her heels. She really needed to take care of herself, but she had no idea when Josh would be home.

She reached up and ran the tip of her finger over her stiff left nipple through her top. They had more or less been that way since Michael had walked into the copy room. What’s more, he’d noticed, and she’d noticed him noticing.

The touch and the memory set off a spike of arousal that caused her to whimper and cup a hand between her legs. She shuddered and then muttered under her breath, “What a day I picked to go braless.”

The slightest hint of movement in her peripheral vision caused Jennifer to glance that way. Her eyes widened and she gasped. Her son’s friend Jamie was standing in the hallway watching her with a lusty smile.

Jennifer quickly snatched her hand from between her legs and covered her breasts with her arms. Her face instantly felt as if it was on fire.

“Sorry,” Jamie said. His smile said something far different from his words.

Jennifer put her hands down on the table when some part of her brain alerted her that covering herself that way was nearly as shameful as why she’d done it in the first place.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, and her face somehow got even hotter when she heard the titter in her voice.

Jamie answered, “We were playing Counter Strike when Darnell called and said his car broke down in Springfield. Josh went to give him a ride back home. You just missed him. I was still in the match, so I got the W, and then I was going to head home.”

Her thoughts a jumbled, embarrassed mess, Jennifer desperately searched for something to say in preparation to flee. Then suddenly, her racing thoughts all evaporated as she watched Jamie reach down to adjust the considerable bulge in his shorts.

She had no idea how long she’d been staring at his crotch with her mouth hanging open in shock before she realized what she was doing. She snapped her gaze to Jamie’s face to see his expression was even hungrier than before.

The delicious young man walked toward the table where she was sitting - causing her heart to beat rapidly.

He said, “Josh is going to be gone at least an hour. Anything I can do for you?”

Jennifer heard herself say, “W-what do you mean?”

He answered, “Oh, maybe crawl under the table and lick your pussy until you scream?”

Jennifer gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. She knew full well that Jamie was a man-whore. He didn’t try to hide it whatsoever. He frequently flirted with her - irritating her son. Still, she couldn’t believe he was so brazenly propositioning her.

“I ... You ... That...” she stammered while trying to rebuke him, but the words kept catching in her throat. His hand was between his legs again, and it was all she could do to keep from looking down directly at what he was doing.

“Yeah?” Jamie asked while sliding out a chair. The legs made a chattering creak as they slid across the floor - well back from the table.

She quickly shook her head, unable to form the word.

“You sure?” he asked while crouching down.

“Don’t,” she said in a small voice. It didn’t sound convincing to her at all.

He apparently felt the same, because he slid under the table.

All the appropriate responses to that flooded her head.

Stop!

Get out!

Don’t touch me!

Not a single one of them passed her lips, though.

Before she knew it, she could feel his hands on her calves. Her heart raced. Her breathing quickened. His hands slid higher, curling around to the inside of her legs. In a last fit of propriety and common sense, she reached under the table and stopped his hands at her knees.

“You know you want this,” his sensual voice said from beneath the table. There was a hint of a growl when he added, “God, I fucking want it.”

Jennifer whimpered and shivered as a chill raced all through her. Her warding hands weakened, and almost instantly, Jamie’s continued their upward journey, reaching her thighs.

That’s when her inhibitions drifted away like wisps of smoke.

Her hands moved from her knees to the buttons at the back of her skirt. She quivered again when he growled, “Oh fuck yeah.”

He was tugging at her skirt before she even managed to deal with both of the buttons. As soon as it was loose enough, he insistently pulled on her skirt. Jennifer lifted her butt to allow him to slide the garment down. In no time, it slithered over her feet.

He wasted no time hooking his fingers under the waistband of her panties. She could feel his hot breath on her legs as he yanked them down. As soon as he dispensed with her panties, she planted her feet and pushed her chair back. She looked down at the gorgeous young man in the shadows beneath the table to see his eyes fixed on her bare-shaven pussy.

Jennifer lifted her feet and put them on the table, spreading herself out in invitation.

He accepted.

A yelp escaped her as his slippery tongue pressed against her clit. Her hands snapped to the back of his head as his tongue explored her. For a few moments, all she could do was whimper and gasp from the sudden blissful relief from the fog of arousal she’d been in for more than an hour.

Once the initial shock of pleasure waned, she looked down at her son’s friend between her legs. “God, this is so wrong. So wrong. But it feels so fucking good.”

Jamie responded by sucking her clit hard and growling around it.

Jennifer wailed and her nails dug into his scalp, but he was undeterred. He sucked her pleasure button and rolled it with his tongue. He cut his eyes up at her and they were filled with devilish delight.

“God yes. Lick my pussy, you dirty boy,” she said, giving in and matching his debauchery.

He certainly did. Anything he lacked in practice, he more than made up for with enthusiasm and just pure, unbridled sexiness. Jennifer writhed, moaned, whimpered, and gasped as he ate her pussy and hungrily growled into her folds. Squeezing her tits through her top wasn’t enough, so she tore at the buttons until she could reach the exposed globes.

With him between her legs, it finally made sense how he always seemed to have a girl when they all surely knew none of them were going to pin him down. Between the fervor with which he was going down on her and how big his cock seemed to be, they simply couldn’t resist trying. Word about that had likely gotten around just as far and wide.

A warm tickle started in the shaft of her clit, and soon transformed into a hot itch. She was climbing her mountain fast.

“Don’t stop. God, yes. Lick my pussy. Make me come,” she pleaded.

A weepy whimper escaped her when he let her clit go, but in only a fraction of a second, he pulled her hood back with his thumb and flicked her button with the tip of his tongue.

Jennifer screeched and lurched from the sudden assault on her naked clit. He was relentless, and the world around her seemed to narrow down to the young man between her thighs. Her own cries seemed muffled in her ears. Higher and higher she climbed until she was at last teetering on the precipice of climax.

She shrieked loud and long as the beautiful agony exploded into orgasm.

Fingers digging into his scalp and thighs clamped tight around him, she thrashed in the chair. She had the faintest notion that his strong hands were beneath her butt, helping to hold her up as her throes threatened to hurl her from the chair.

All the while, his tongue washed over her throbbing clit.

As the pangs of her climax ebbed, his still-flickering tongue was too much. She pushed on his head as she haltingly tried to scoot her butt back into the chair. He resisted at first, and the powerful aftershocks it set off lent her strength - and desperation. A fistful of his hair finally caused him to relent.

Her seat conspired against her, sliding with sharp, squeaky creaks every time she pushed against the table with her feet. Jamie supported her with one strong arm, and gripped a chair leg. Between the two of them, she managed to get her butt into the chair, though she felt as if her limbs were made of jelly from the effort afterward. She let her eyes drift closed and her head loll back as she jerked and whimpered from the lingering effects of her orgasm.