Gloria had excellent reasons for asking him to escort her to the parking lot. It was a long way, a winding trail that led through a small woods where no one could possibly see them. When they came to the thickest part of the woods, Gloria stumbled on purpose and pretended to twist her ankle.
"Ouch," she cried.
"Hey, are you hurt?" Jim said, hurrying to help her up.
Gloria leaned heavily against him and moaned, "I think I hurt my ankle, Jim. If I could just sit down for awhile, I think I'd be all right."
"Sure," Jim said, "just let me help you."
As Gloria had hoped, he led her into the woods where no one could see them from the trail. The grass was warm and soft, and they both stretched out on it. Jim moved as close to her as he could without seeming rude. Gloria could barely contain an impish grin. She had Jim Dale right where she wanted him.
"How's the ankle?" Jim said, reaching put to touch it.
"A little sore," Gloria said, "but I'll be okay in a few minutes. Thank you so much for helping me, Jim. I think you're a wonderful guy."
Jim reddened a little – then blushed scarlet as Gloria leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. He gave a snort of surprise, and she half expected him to draw away. But as she wriggled her hot little tongue into his mouth, he sighed and relaxed. Soon his tongue was tickling over hers.
Gloria began to feel that familiar glowing and melting sensation in her pussy. At first she'd thought only of the favors she could get out of Jim Dale, but now that she was in his arms kissing him, she realized just how urgently horny she was. Jim was a very sexy guy, too. It would be a lot of fun to ball him – IF she could get him to cooperate.
He liked kissing her well enough, but would he go any farther? Gloria snuggled closer to the young lawyer, rubbing her crotch against his. He didn't have a hard-on. She ran her hands up and down his hard muscular body, and Jim began to caress her, too. Gloria felt the first hot spurt of juice from her aroused cunt.
"Oh, wow, Gloria," Jim sighed as they broke the kiss, "you really turn me on. In fact you turn on every guy in the neighborhood."
"Never mind the others," Gloria purred. "I just want to concentrate on you, Jim. I've had my eye on you for a long time?"
"You have?" he said, obviously flattered.
And Gloria knew that flattery would get her a long way. Most of the men in the neighborhood had been married for a long time, and their wives didn't compliment them any more. She was willing to bet that the excitement had, gone out of Jim's marriage and that he was secretly dying to have an affair. She'd soon find out.
"Yes, Jim," she cooed, running her hands over his body, "the minute I saw you, I was so turned on. I've just been dying to meet you."
She took one of his hands and slipped it under her jersey. His palm came to rest on one firm cone of her bra. Jim reddened with lusty interest. He still seemed hesitant, but slowly his hand began to move, pressing and caressing her big hot tit. Gloria smiled enticingly at him.
"That feels so nice, Jim," she sighed. "Please keep touching my breasts. Only wouldn't it be nicer if I took my bra off?"
"It sure would," Jim sighed. "But shouldn't we be more careful, Gloria? Somebody might come along and see us."
"No problem," Gloria grinned. "No one can see us from the path. Go ahead, take my bra off."
Jim just couldn't resist. He pushed Gloria's jersey up over her bra and quickly unsnapped the skimpy lace garment. He pushed it up, too, and stared wide-eyed at Gloria's gorgeous boobs. Even when she lay on her back, her firm ripe jugs stood up firm and thrusting, the dainty pink nipples going stiff and pointed from contact with the cool air.
"Oh, Christ," Jim moaned, "you've got the most beautiful tits I ever saw. And I – well, I have a thing about boobs."
"Then go for it, silly," Gloria giggled.
Jim grinned, then suddenly dipped his head down over her pale swollen jugs. Gloria gasped with pleasure as she felt her left nipple being sucked into the fierce heat and wetness of his mouth. He sucked on her little pink nipple loudly, wetly, as if he were starved for its taste.
"Ummmmmmm, Jim, that feels so NICE," Gloria sighed.
She wasn't kidding. She loved the sweet sensation of having her tits sucked. Her big thrusting breasts were so sensitive that each caress of his lips sent streaks of hot pleasure right down to her pussy. Her hungry little snatch began to leak a steady stream of sticky warm juice.
Jim sucked in not only her nipple but part of her tit, too. He sucked loudly and hungrily on the big mouthful of boob, while Gloria lay back limp in the warm grass, happy and excited. The favors Jim might do her were in the back of her mind now. She was far more interested in getting it on with him.
He finally released her stiff spit-soaked nipple and dived for the other one, sucking it far into his mouth and working on it with a lewd wet slurping noise. Again Gloria felt the jolts of pleasure streaking right down to her swollen wet pussy, and she moaned blissfully. Soon the crotch of her panties was wet and steamy with her gushing cunt-cream.
"Ohhhhh, Jim, yessss," she sighed, "I love that. I love you to suck my tits."
Vaguely Gloria realized that some heavy changes had come over her since her divorce. She'd become wild, wanton, and aggressive in bed, not at all the way she'd been with her husband Eddie. With Eddie she'd been meek, silent and unmoving because he wanted it that way. Now she was acting like a whore. Was this her real nature coming out? Or had she simply been starved for sex too long?
Whatever the reason, she wasn't content just to lie still. She wanted to take the initiative. Presently she pushed Jim away from her spit-soaked nipple and playfully rolled him onto his back. She tugged off his sweatshirt and uncovered his broad tan chest. Then she reached for his tennis shorts. He seemed blushing but willing.
Gloria quickly got his pants off, leaving him in just his jockey shoris. Still no sign of a hard-on – the crotch of his shorts was flat. Gloria seized the waistband and tugged the garment down. Sure enough, Jim's cock was just a pale little wrinkle of flesh, his rosy balls empty and flaccid beneath his golden bush.
Jim glanced ruefully down at his limp dick and said, "I guess I'm a little nervous."
"I'll take care of that," Gloria purred.
Quickly she drew off her own clothing, first her rumpled jersey and bra, then her tight white tennis shorts. She started to shuck her white lace panties, and she thought Jim's eyes would pop out of his head. They got wider and wider as she drew her panties don and revealed the lovely auburn triangle of her muff.
"Oh, wow," Jim sighed, "you've got a fantastic body, Gloria."
"You're not so bad yourself," Gloria said with an unabashed leer.
When they were both naked, Gloria cuddled up to him again, rubbing her fluffy little fur-patch against his limp prick, rubbing her stiff pink nipples against his smooth tan chest. Jim panted and trembled and pawed her gorgeous sleek body, but still he didn't get a cock-stand. Gloria guessed that he was too anxious about the illicit scene.
"I-I've never done this before," Jim confessed. "I mean, I've never stepped out on my wife."
"Well, you haven't done anything wrong yet," Gloria said soothingly. "We're just touching each other, for heaven's sake. There's nothing bad about that."
"Right," Jim said, sounding a little more relaxed, "nothing wrong with that at all. And, boy, do I love touching you."
He ran his hands all up and down her silky-smooth body, over her back and tits and belly and the soft warm curls of her muff. It was pleasant, but Gloria was getting impatient. Her ever-hungry pussy was boiling with need, and she wanted a stiff cock urgently. She started to think of ways to get Jim hard, and then she remembered her last session with Stan Wells and the new trick she'd learned.
"Jim," she panted, "lie on your back and I'll do something nice for you."