Howard…
My God, thought Dotty. It just hadn't occurred to her till that moment that Howard Taylor might become her lover. She'd known him for years as a friend and neighbor, but she'd never thought of him likethat. Howard was well-liked but sort of a joke, the absent-minded professor type. His image certainly wasn't sexy. And yet, now that she thought about it, Howard wasn't at all bad-looking.
Frowning thoughtfully, she took the drinks out to the patio and handed Howard his. He took it with a grateful smile and drank deeply. "Ahhhh, that's great," he sighed. "I wish I could come home to something like this every evening. Craig sure is a lucky guy."
Hell, Howard Taylor was a sitting duck…
Did she want him? She studied him carefully as she sipped her drink. About forty-five years old, Howard still had all his hair, an unruly mop of light brown curls. Recently he'd grown a small neat mustache, but it didn't cure the teacherish look given him by his rimless glasses. His features were even and pleasing. His body was tall and lanky.
So physically he was attractive enough. Dotty felt a jolt of lusty interest as she mentally undressed him and imagined making love to him. She wondered very much what his cock looked like. It occurred to her, like a shock, that she'd seen only one prick in her whole life… It was time to see more.
But would Howard be up for an affair? His wife neglected him, yes, but he was so shy, and his chief interest seemed to be math, not sex. Well, she could only try. She could flirt with him a little and hope he'd respond. She was so urgently horny… Somehow, some way, she just had to get laid-and she'd rather it was nice Howard Taylor, her friend and neighbor, than a stranger. Dotty hitched her chair closer to Howard's and smiled warmly at him. "How was your day?" she cooed.
Howard flushed slightly with the pleasure of her
attention. "Oh, the usual," he said. "Math isn't exactly the most popular course at school, you know. About one fourth of the class pays attention, and the rest whisper, write notes, and throw things. I try not to let it get tome."
"I was one of the ones who wrote notes and whispered," Dotty confessed. "I remember now." She gently put her hand on his lean tan arm. "Poor Howard," she purred, "you work so hard."
Howard looked wistfully into her eyes, and Dotty wondered what to do next. How did you go about seducing a man? Wasn't HE supposed to do the seducing? She increased the pressure of her hand on his arm, and Howard sighed. Hell, hell.. she couldn't tell if he was interested or not. If only she had the nerve to ask him, "Hey, Howard, you wanta get it on?"
But of course she didn't. She was a lady, a decent woman. She sighed and got up. "Let's go inside, Howard," she said, "and you can talk to me while I fix the dinner."
"Sure, Dotty," he said. "Wow, this sure is nice of you."
He had no idea how nice she could be-not yet. She led the way indoors, giving him a chance to watch her pert firm ass in her tight clinging blue shorts. She was glad she hadn't worn a bra today. She'd noticed his eyes shifting helplessly to her full thrusting breasts and pointed nipples under her tight t-shirt. She just had to hope her body would turn him on…
"Just make yourself comfortable, Howard," she said, "and I'll get the steaks started."
The broiler pan was on a high shelf, and she pulled the kitchen stool into position and got up on it. Even that way she had to stretch to reach the shelf she wanted. She was just touching the pan when she had a little moment of dizziness and then realized she had lost her balance.
"Howard," she shrieked, "help me-I'm falling.."
Then she really was falling, and she resigned herself to hitting the kitchen floor hard. Awkward Howard would never get to her in time. Thus her surprise was very great when she fell right into his arms and he caught her deftly. She was a tall woman, but Howard didn't seem to strain himself holding her. He looked at her with great concern.
"Goodness, Dotty," he said, "that was close. Are you all right?"
"Yes, Howard," she said, "thanks to you.
She couldn't resist. She'd never get a better excuse for kissing him, so right then, while he still held her in his arms, she pressed her mouth onto his and kissed him hard and lingeringly. She slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him even closer.
She felt a big ripple of surprise and pleasure running through his tall lean body. He made no effort to draw away. Dotty's mouth pressed harder and harder against his, and her smooth lips grew hot and restless. She felt his lips opening slightly, then hungrily-and then bashful Howard Taylor, the math teacher, was sticking his tongue into her mouth.
Dotty quivered with glee. She'd actually gotten
a reaction out of him. She felt his hot slippery tongue racing into her mouth, tickling against her tongue, probing. She answered by slipping her tongue into his mouth just as wantonly. Again Howard quivered, and she heard him moan very softly.
The next thing she knew, Howard Taylor was carrying her into the living room.
"Never mind the steaks," he said hoarsely.
Dotty was too surprised to say a word. He set her down on the couch and stretched out beside her, grabbing her almost savagely and pulling her hard against him. He began kissing her like it was going to be outlawed, hungry hard tongue-probing kisses that left her breathless,
Delighted, Dotty returned his eagerness, clinging to him, kissing him greedily, rubbing her tall curvy body against him. She was overjoyed to have found that inside mousy Howard Taylor a tiger had been lurking. My God, he made out like a sixteen-year-old boy. If only Craig were that eager for her…
"Oh, Howard," she gasped in one of the rare moments when he wasn't kissing her. "Oh, you're getting me so excited.."
She wasn't lying. This was the first time in weeks that she'd had a man's hard hot body pressed against her, a man eagerly caressing and kissing her. Hell, Craig hadn't really been eager for her in years. But Howard was moaning and sighing and pawing and tonguing like she was the most desirable woman in the world.
"Oh, Howard," she sighed, "my God.."
Her pussy had been hot and swollen and aching throughout her long horniness, but never like this. She was creaming so furiously and helplessly that she'd soaked the crotch of her shorts. Her poor starved gash was swollen up so taut, she felt she'd come if she sneezed. And Howard was making her more excited by the minute.
Moaning lustily, she envisioned the moment when they'd strip off their clothes and leap into bed. It had to be soon. She needed it so much. Christ, it was going to feel great to have a stiff cock inside her again. Wantonly she rubbed her belly against Howard's, signaling her need.
Howard suddenly drew away and yelped, "Oh, my gosh."
"Howard, what's wrong?" Dotty asked in bewilderment.
He blinked and straightened his glasses. "Oh, Dotty," he said, blushing scarlet, "I'm so sorry, I don't know what to say. I've been behaving like a mad man. It's just that I wanted to kiss you, and then I got carried away… Oh, dear, I'll leave right now, before anything worse happens-"
Dotty stared at him in disbelief and frustration. It was a helluva bad time to decide to be a gentleman, that's all she could say. Having gotten her so hotly aroused that she was almost ready to strip for him and beg for his cock, he was going to quit. He was going to go home. He was going to do the correct and decent thing.
Like hell he was.
"Howard," she said sternly, "come here."
He'd gotten up and was backing towards the
door, but at Dotty's command, he came back over to the couch. "I-I suppose I should apologize more," he said. "I know you must be furious with me, and-"
"Howard," she said, "shut up." She seized his wrist and made him sit down beside her. She started unbuttoning his shirt. "Now, Howard," she purred, "I want you to listen carefully to me. My husband won't make love to me any more. He's bored with me-"
"The silly asshole," Howard couldn't help exclaiming.