Chapter 17
There was a knock on the door, and Claudie said "come in." The bell boy entered and she got a chance to get a good look at what she wanted.
The boy must have been about sixteen. He was very blond, with ash colored hair, and fair eyebrows, and his bright blue eyes shone as innocently as the sea. He had that athletic build that reminds you of a high school football player. Strong, and a little too tall for the weight. One day he would be a big hulking giant of a man, but right now he looked like a sixteen year old virgin to Claudie.
The boy couldn't take his eyes off of her. He had expected her man to be here too and it embarrassed him to see the obviously naked woman lying under the thin sheet.
"What's your name, dear," she asked gently, afraid to scare away her catch.
"Eric, ma'am, can I get you something else, or shall I just bring the tray downstairs."
"Yes, Eric, I do need something else. I'm all out of matches, you see, and I'm just dying for a smoke." Claudie held an unlit cigarette to her lips and smiled sweetly at Eric. "Cradle robber," she thought to herself, but nothing could help now.
Eric reached into his white jacket and produced some matches. He walked over to the bed and bending over slightly, he lit Claudie's cigarette. Claudie grabbed his wrist and pulled him down so that he was sitting on the bed.
"Tell me, Eric, you're such a good-looking boy, do you have any girlfriends at school. I bet you go out several times a week." Claudie had moved her hand down so that it accidentally brushed Eric's prick. There was an immediate reaction. She felt it stiffen visibly under her fingers. Eric blushed, and tried to move away. He didn't know what this strange woman was after but he sure was getting some good ideas.
"Listen, miss," he said, "I'll get into a mess of trouble if I'm not downstairs in a minute." He was beginning to get worried, and he didn't know what to do about that bulge in his pants.
"If you'll do me a favor, I'll do one for you. And don't worry. I'll tell them that I sent you on some errand."
"What is it you want ma'am," he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
"Look at me," Claudie ordered. She pushed the covering off and revealed herself to the terrified boy in all her naked beauty. "Come here, and touch my titties. You must have done that before."
His fear was rapidly leaving, and only his ever-growing prick was on his mind. He walked over to the bed as though hypnotized and clumsily placed his hands on Claudie's supple white breast.
"Squeeze the nipples, hard. Ooooh come on, sunshine boy." The boy was learning fast. He was prodding her pink rubbery tips until they felt like bullets, and Claudie's gentle moaning and the movement of her hips were exciting him as much as her.
Eric let his hands leave the burning mounds and run down her hard muscular belly. Oooh, she felt good. Not like those silly girls he'd been seeing on Saturday nights. Would he have a story to tell his friends?
"Lie down Eric, and let me make you erect," Claudie laughed at her own joke like a dirty-minded schoolgirl.
Eric did as he was told. After all, it was her show. Then a strange wet sensation made him sit up quickly. Claudie was licking the tip of his deep red cock, something no one had ever done before, and he couldn't believe his eyes. Claudie pushed him backwards with the palm of her hand, and continued sucking him off.
"Just lay back and enjoy it, darling. You may never get another as good." She was on her hands and knees now, cupping his balls loosely in her hands, and her arched back swirled out into two of the loveliest cheeks Eric had ever imagined existed. Raising himself on an elbow, he let his fingers slide over the smooth round surface, and curiously he pinched the white skin intrigued by the little rosy buds that burst to the surface.
"Harder, Eric, pinch me, bit me," she moaned, and Eric obliged, digging his stubby nails deep into her flesh until she bled freely.
Claudie was smiling at the eager throbbing in Eric's adolescent penis. She knew that he couldn't hold back his orgasm much longer. She sat back on her heels and looked at him. His sturdy body, just a little too thin because of his fast growth, his unusually clear, healthy complexion, and that flaming red prick, already big enough to make any man proud.
"How handsome you are Eric. And very soon you'll be a man. Not a virgin boy any more. The first one on your block."
Claudie knew what to say. "I'll be the first," Eric was thinking to himself. "Let's do it now, huh," he begged. "All right sunshine, climb aboard. She lay on her back and pulled Eric down hard on her so that her entire body was covered. The scratches on her ass hurt and made her wriggle her hip. Taking it as a signal, Eric shoved hard, and gasped with pleasure and amazement as his pulsating organ slid its way deep and effortlessly up to the hilt in Claudie's moist cunt.
"Oh God," the boy gasped. "It's soooo good, I don't believe it. Warm, wet, soft, oh bury me in it," and the wildly thrashing boy pumped his way to his first orgasm, other than the ones he got every night through masturbating.
He pulled out, and lay back on the bed like a gasping fish out of water. His eyes were closed and the bottom of his belly, just above the gold pubic curls, was slightly smeared with a thin layer of his own sperm.
Claudie ran her hands over this hair, feeling the moist yet bristling threads bounce under her finger.
"Go take a shower, like a good boy, and I'll call down and explain where you've been. I wish I could be around when you turn into a man." Then Claudie lay back, lit a cigarette and listened to the sound of water splashing against the glass shower stall and a newly initiated young body.
During the past half hour Claudie's mind had been numb. Her body had been the only part of her that had responded. Now she felt herself filled with shame and fear, and silently she wept into the pillow. She smothered her sobs, not wanting the boy to hear her and wonder why. Why should he bear her burden of guilt. She had changed. She was filled with strange new needs. Why, oh why, she asked herself, did she have to feel pain to enjoy her love-making. It had given her such a thrill to feel Eric's tense fingers burying themselves in her soft, fleshy ass. The skin, even now, felt tender and bruised. Stephen would certainly notice.
"Well Miss, thanks a lot. You're certainly a beautiful lady, and I'll always remember you." Eric was rubbing his golden body briskly with a towel. It made his skin flush and he looked like a Greek god. No. Claudie didn't completely regret her latest experience. She had initiated a baby into the pleasures of love, and had certainly done a better job than any fifteen year old Mary, Susan, or Emma Jane. But how could anyone understand?
The boy slipped into his clothes, and just as he was leaving the telephone rang. Claudie blew him a kiss with her lips, and Eric gently closed the door.
"Oh, Stephen darling, you've just woken me up. You got the tickets? Good. Of course I'll meet you. Say, in forty minutes. Yes. Right in front of the theatre. I've missed you so much, baby." And she meant it.
She slipped on a dress, applied some make-up, and a Second later stepped out into the street.
The sun shone brightly on her copper colored hair, and for a moment she felt the heat sweep through her body, washing away all the evil and leaving only an innocent and sadly abused girl to face life on her own.
"Dear Lord," she prayed, "give me the strength to make my life good. Don't let me hurt Stephen."