Standing on the step ladder he started washing down the walls. She stood close by and watched the muscles in his body flex as he cleaned the walls.
"If there's anything I can do to help," Brenda told him, "just let me know."
He glanced down and caught sight of her cleavage. He wanted to laugh for an instant and tell her what he really wanted, but he decided he'd better not. She was wearing some erotic-smelling cologne that got him excited when she came near.
She left him alone and he went to work. After he had worked for some time she got the urge to come, in and see how he was doing. Standing in front of him she could see the bulge in his crotch.
"It's not fair for me to be taking off my clothes," he told her in an amused manner, "and you are still dressed."
Brenda shook her head.
"You shouldn't say things like that," she warned him. "Some woman who is sex starved might tease you by taking off her clothes."
"It sure would please me if you would take off something," he told her. "I would appreciate just looking at you."
It did something for her ego to have someone talk like that to her. Brenda Allan had gone through a horrifying divorce experience with her husband Charlie. Charlie had beaten her and forced her to perform some bizarre sexual acts that she still recalled angrily. Now as she looked at him she forgot all about Charlie. The old urges for sex with a young man tingled through her body.
"Why do you look at me like that?" she asked, knowing full well why.
There was a silence. Brenda looked up at him.
"Are you still there?"
Bursting into laughter, he assured her that he was. His voice was so soft that she had to listen closely.
"You give me a hard-on when I look at you," he told her.
"You're putting me on," Brenda shook her head.
He was becoming honestly annoyed at her. It was apparent that she enjoyed having him become excited and she didn't want to do anything about it.
"Damn it, you've got no right," he said angrily, "to get me all excited this way."
Turning, Brenda walked into her bedroom. She sat down on the king-sized bed and relaxed. Then she leaned back against the four pillows and lit a cigarette, looking in the direction of the bathroom where the half-naked young man was washing the walls.
At this point Ken figured he had every right to walk into the bedroom and let her know what he was thinking about.
"I need you," he told her. "I need to fuck you."
Brenda stared at Ken for a long moment. Then she shook her head and told him, "That's not a very nice thing to say to a lady."
At this point he simply reached down to his shorts and began slowly pulling them down.
"I can't believe that you would do a thing like this," she said angrily. "You really have a filthy mind."
Triumphantly he eased out of his shorts and stroked his huge, throbbing penis. She looked at him abruptly.
"Look, young man," Brenda said with an angry gasp, "you are not going to come over here!"
So excited now that he couldn't control himself, Ken told her exactly what he wanted.
"I just want to look at your panties," he told her. "I don't know what it is, but when I see a girl with beautiful panties like you've got – it gets me all excited."
Brenda knew that she did possess a tremendous amount of sex appeal. She didn't want to put him off and so she felt perhaps the only sensible thing to do was let him look at her. Perhaps that would satisfy him enough to where he wouldn't make any terrible demands upon her.
"I suppose a young boy like you are," she told him, "does want to look at a woman. I guess it doesn't hurt."
She got to her feet and slowly took off her dress. As she stood there in her flimsy pink panties with the pubic hair around her crotch showing through, Ken got a terrific erection. But he got even more excited when he saw the sheer brassiere that she was wearing. He could see her distended nipples looking at him.
"Now I'm not going to take everything off," she said self-righteously as she lay back on the bed.
"Do you mind if I jack off while I look at you?" he asked her.
"That's a lot better than trying to force yourself on me, young man," she admitted, "but I don't want you to ever tell anyone I let you do this. People would never understand."
"And you do?" he smiled.
Nodding, Brenda tried to explain how she could understand his passionate feelings for her.
"My ex-husband Charlie," she revealed, "was really a tiger. He was something else when it came to sex. However, he got much too sick on the subject and I had to divorce him."
"What did he want?"
"If you must know," she said in a quiet voice, "he wanted me to go down on him."
It got him excited just hearing about it. Shrugging, he came over and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Do you mind if I sit here when I jack off?" he asked as he looked at her breasts closely now and then glanced down to her crotch.
"If you don't come any closer," Brenda sighed heavily, "I guess it won't hurt anything. But don't get any wrong ideas."
It was apparent to him that she was hot for him. Yet it was equally apparent that she was afraid. After what he had said about her husband, he realized that perhaps she had good cause to be fearful. Maybe her husband Charlie had tried to get her to do things that really made her sick.
"Now," he told her, "You could really help me if you would reach over here and play with it."
Reluctantly she reached out. As her hand touched his quivering, hard cock she felt a shiver of excitement tingle up and down her spine.
"Do you like that?" he asked.
She nodded. It was obvious that she was becoming aroused. The outrage that she should feel wasn't surfacing. Instead she was becoming excited and wanted him to please her.
"Jack it for me," he begged. She reached for his balls with her other hand and began pulling on his pulsating penis. As she did so Ken couldn't help reaching over and letting his hot hands slip under Brenda's panties. Inserting his finger in her vagina he began massaging her love, bud. At this point he couldn't restrain himself any longer. He hastily slipped her panties off. Brenda could feel the heated passion within her soaking her pussy. Crossing her legs she pressed them close together, trying to ease the burning sensation that was churning in the pit of her naked belly.
Pushing her hand off his cock, Ken bent over and began fervently kissing her entire body. In seconds she burst into a desire-inflamed bundle of raw nerve ends. Ken's hands seized both of her bosoms and he squeezed them together into two huge firm rounds of flesh. Brenda could feel the small pricks of delicious excitement racing through the tips of her nipples as he rolled them maddeningly between his thumbs and forefingers. She could feel the heat of Ken's breath rushing into her ass as he turned his head toward her to lock his mouth wildly against hers. For an instant she tried to turn away, but the pressure of Ken's strong male grip was too much for her. She had become so aroused now that all she could think of was the sheer joy of having this young man's body lusting after hers. His hands swept down to her wide-set, firm bosoms, to fondle them. Then he reached down to grip her curvaceous buttocks.
Brenda moaned ecstatically, her arms reaching out to grip his neck, pulling his muscular body to herself. She couldn't help despise herself for the surges of hot longing that made her ache to have Ken inside her, to take her at will. Suddenly she was released from the depraved bondage of desire, from her years of sexual repression. She knew that she needed someone. While Charlie had forced her to perform perverted sexual acts on his body, she hated him for it. But now she wanted to do all of the things that she formerly despised.
"Let me love you," she begged Ken passionately. "I want to."
Moaning with wild sensual abandon, her arms twined tightly around his neck, pulling him ever closer to her. She wanted him now. Incredibly… that very instant. She began to wriggle, the lower half of her lush body sensually grinding against him. He pulled her tightly to him, dropping his hand down between their writhing bodies to grasp his throbbing, hard cock. Guiding it forward, he thrust the thick, rubbery head to part the full fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned her head to the side, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft, electrical contact against the sensitive, ragged pink edges of her moistened pussy.