Burying her head in the soft fluffy pillows, she ran her hands under her body. She closed her eyes, imagining the detective writing out his report and her husband's face when he read it. She thought about Friday when Brad would come home. The idea of telling him herself appealed to her and the more she thought about it, the more she liked it. Having it out together was a lot better than him sitting in his office looking at the pictures and reading the scorching report.
She rocked on her hands, her pussy getting turned on by the silk sheets as she pulled the skin back from her clit, freeing the tiny button to rub against the smooth shiny material. "Oh! Ohhhh! Ahhhhh!" she whimpered, turning herself on.
"Damn!" she cursed, rolling out of bed. She patted to the window and smiled when she saw his car parked across the street.
"Maybe I'll fuck you today, Mr. Detective," she said aloud. Grabbing a short robe, she wrapped it around her naked body and hurried downstairs, an impish sparkle in her emerald green eyes.
She strutted to the door for one quick flash to the detective, then coffee and the morning paper. She opened the front door, pretending not to see the car across the street. She bent down for the paper and stood up, the robe falling away from her body for an instant, exposing her creamy white flesh to the detective. As quickly as the robe opened, she folded it closed again and stepped back inside, knowing that the detective had seen her. It thrilled her to know that she was, at least hoped she was, turning him on.
She was about to shut the door when she spotted Denny cutting across her lawn. "Oh, shit!" she muttered. "He saw me." She was positive. The boy looked like a statue, frozen to the ground, his mouth agape and his eyes staring. She waved nonchalantly, an erotic idea forming in her dirty mind. Denny seemed like the ideal candidate. Here was a person she could control and manipulate like a puppet. She waved again, bringing the boy out of his spell.
"Hi, Denny," she called to him.
He walked toward her, his eyes glued to her robe as if he didn't believe what he saw, yet not willing to take the chance of missing it, if it happened again. "Hi, Mrs. Benson."
"How would you like to join me for some hot chocolate? I could use the company." She smiled warmly at the teen-age boy standing at the foot of her steps.
"I… I… don't know," he stammered, glancing at her long slender legs in the short robe.
"Don't be shy, Denny," she mewed, holding the door open for him. "C'mon."
Denny walked up the stairs, almost stumbling as he tried to keep his eyes on her legs.
He blushed and walked quickly by her, the clean sensuous scent of her body making the shy boy's head spin.
Joanne grinned smugly across the street at the parked car. "Get your eyeful of this, Mr. Snoop," she mumbled under her breath. "Maybe I'll call the police on you and say I saw a prowler." She giggled to herself and shut the door.
"Were you talking to me?" Denny asked, waiting nervously in the foyer.
"No, Denny. I was just reminding myself to do a few things later today." Appearing casual, she took his hand. "Now, let's have that hot chocolate."
Having her hand in his made Denny's heart skip. He allowed her to lead him to the kitchen where the windows looked out at the large wooded backyard. He sat down at the table and watched her as she turned on the water. He swallowed hard, imagining her rounded ass under the short robe. His cock was hard, bent into his pant leg. With her back to him, he adjusted his cock. "Whew," he sighed heavily, the pain gone, leaving only a dull ache brought on by his desire for his neighbor, a desire he had been carrying since he had reached puberty.
Joanne carried Denny's hot chocolate and her coffee to the table. She placed his cup in front of him and sat down, making sure her robe was closed and her legs modestly under the table. She saw the disappointment on his clean smooth young face. It warmed her.
Glancing at her, trying to appear at ease, Denny sipped the hot drink. "Mmmmm. Tastes good."
"I'm glad you like it, Denny," she purred. She leaned forward on the table, her green eyes boring into his. She saw his cheeks tinge pink. "What have you been doing with yourself? I haven't seen you around lately."
"Oh, nothing," he murmured, avoiding her open stare. "I got a job for the summer." He took another sip. "Takes up most of my time."
"Your nights too?" she asked, her voice soft with a gentle lilt as she tried to keep him calm and at the same time, gain his confidence. "I'm sure you don't work night and day."
"Oh, no," he said quickly. "I just work during the day. Today's my day off."
"You have a girl friend to keep you company at night?" she asked, keeping her voice casual and dying to know if he was a virgin.
"I have a girl friend," he said. "I usually go over to her house or we go down to Mario's Sub Shop and hang out." He shrugged.
"Nothing very exciting."
"I'll bet it gets pretty exciting when you're at her house and her parents are out, huh?" She smiled disarmingly and winked.
Denny blushed, almost spilling his hot chocolate. "Oh, we don't do anything," he protested.
"I think you're hiding something," she teased. "Who's your girl friend?"
"It's Karen Fisher, over on Elm."
"I know Karen," Joanne said, picturing the young girl in her mind. "She's very pretty."
Joanne studied the good-looking boy, an image of him on top of the pretty Karen racing through her mind. It reminded her of when she was a teen-ager and sex was always on her brain. She smiled knowingly. If Karen was anything like herself, Denny would have at least gotten his hand on her pussy. "Karen really like you a lot?" she asked, attempting to wheedle the information from the bashful young boy.
"A lot," he bragged. "We've been going together since school let out for the summer."
"You've been going together for over a month," she said. "You mean to tell me you haven't done anything with Karen?"
"Oh, no! She's a nice girl."
"I'm a nice girl too," Joanne pouted. "If I was your girl, I'd let you touch me."
Denny was stunned at what Mrs. Benson said. His mouth dropped open. He swallowed hard, his heart caught in his throat. The idea of Mrs. Benson being his girl friend and him touching her was overwhelming.
Joanne saw, what her revelation did to him. She put her hand over his. "Don't be so shocked, Denny. Sex is natural." She didn't bother to press the question, feeling she had revealed enough. She waited for his response, staring hotly at him, occasionally running her pink tipped tongue over her full mouth.
Denny melted into the chair. Mrs. Benson was too beautiful to ignore. He felt compelled to talk, not wanting her to think he was a baby. "We've done few things."
"What?" she asked, anxious to hear all the details. She felt fabulous! Denny belonged to her now and she was going to use him to satisfy all of her desires. "Tell me, Denny."
He was embarrassed but didn't show it. Having a crush on Mrs. Benson and being in her house for the first time, he intended to say anything to stay around for awhile. "I played with her…" he gulped, "breasts."
"Ohhhh!" Joanne said, getting a warm feeling in her pussy. "She has big tits too. I remember."
Denny was surprised. He never expected her to talk like that.
"Have you ever touched her pussy?" Joanne pressed, wanting to know everything and anything about the shy boy's sex life.
"Whew!" Denny said, shaking his head. "I never thought you talked like that."
"You mean… pussy?" She giggled. "What do you call it?"
"Pussy," he whispered.
"Well, so do I." She was enjoying herself. "Tell me. Did you touch her pussy?"
"Last night," he admitted, his head reeling from this erotic conversation.