In The Name Of Love (7 page)

"Oh, you don't have to walk all that way again in this heat,
tomorrow will do."

"No," said Joyce, "It will be a long afternoon and evening
for you with nothing to read, so I'll bring them today."

"I've a better idea," she said, turning to Grant. "Go home
with Joyce and bring back those magazines, will you son."

Grant looked up from his book and standing up he said, "Okay
Mom."

Joyce beamed at both Grant and his mother and said, "Thank
you, that's a great idea, because it is a hot afternoon. The hottest August I
can remember. Goodbye, then, I'll pop in again tomorrow."

"Goodbye, Joyce, and thanks in advance for the magazines."

Grant was wearing his school track suit and pumps, and set
off beside Joyce. She was in a green cotton dress with a wide collar and wore
dark green high heel shoes. They chatted about the hot weather, the long
holidays, his school and his good exam results, and before they knew it, they
were walking up the path to her house.

"Leave your shoes here," she said, pointing to the mat
against the wall just inside the hall, "We've just had the carpets cleaned, and
a new carpet in the bedroom. Cyril goes mad if he sees any dirt on it, and
moans about how much it cost. Come on, follow me; the magazines are in the
bedroom." She turned and slowly climbed the stairs.

Grant stood watching her for a few seconds, appreciating her
svelte figure in the tight-fitting summer dress, and admiring her long legs and
slim ankles. As he followed her up the stairs, he watched the undulating
movement of her hips and buttocks with each step, and then his eyes caught
glimpses of her buttocks, as the cotton dress clung to her body. He slowed his
pace in order to get a better look…

At 17-years he had a strong, athletic body, and enjoyed the
company of many casual girl friends, but remained a virgin. Not from choice,
but lack of opportunity, and his friends at school often ribbed him about it.
As he watched Joyce's body, he imagined running his hands up her smooth legs
and onto her thighs, and wondered what her reaction would be if he did just
that.

She went to the right at the top of the stairs, and turned
to say, "Come on, slow-coach, I thought you'd make short work of climbing these
stairs." He didn't notice the twinkle in her eyes as she spoke, but he did
watch the way she sashayed along the landing and into the bedroom, and felt the
stirring of an erection as he followed her.

"The magazines are in my private sitting room; follow me,"
she said, leading the way towards the bay window at the front of the house, and
turning right through some curtains.

When he followed, he found her standing in a small sitting
room with a pile of magazines on a coffee table set before a chaise longue, and
he slowed his pace as he approached her.

"Here are the magazines I mentioned to your mother, and we
can sort them out shortly," she gestured at them with her arm and then turned
to look out of the window.

He walked into the small room until he was standing right beside
her, and he also looked out of the window, but could see very little as the
cream net curtains were still closed. Joyce let go the nets she'd held open to
see outside, and turned to face Grant with her body almost touching his.

Grant looked at her, but she didn't speak and continued to
look at him rather strangely, so he said, "Shall I start sorting them out?"

"Oh, later, I think there's something else you want to do
first – isn't there?"

He blushed as he recalled looking up her dress and once
again felt his burgeoning erection making its presence known. "I'm not sure
what you mean…"

Joyce moved even closer, until her face was almost touching
his and said, "I'm sure you do, Grant, you don't look up a woman's clothes
unless you really want to, do you?"

His face felt on fire and he was unable to speak, and when
Joyce put her hand to his cheek in a soft caress he felt a strong desire to
kiss her. Her hand slipped behind her neck and he felt the slight pressure of
her pulling him closer, and he needed no further invitation. He put his arms
around her and kissed her soft red mouth long and hard, pulling her body close
to his and letting his erection press into her soft stomach.

His kiss was returned with a vengeance and he felt her
tongue slip between parted lips into his mouth as her hands held his head in a
firm grip. Her body gyrated and her hips ground against his with such passion
he felt he might explode, but he managed to free his head from her cloying
mouth just a little to allow him to say, "Joyce, I'm not sure…"

"Well I am, my sweet young man," she said, freeing him from
her grip, but taking him by the hand and leading him back into the bedroom.
With her free hand she pulled a cord by the bay windows, and the curtains
closed with a quiet swoosh, casting the room into a soft pink gloom.

She closed
the drapes to the sitting room, and once more wrapped her body around his,
saying, "Are these kisses what you desired, when you stared at my body and
looked up my dress?" Without giving him a moment to answer, she glued her mouth
to his and sent her tongue back on its delicious probing mission, while pulling
him closer with her arms.

Grant was now burning with desire, and returned kiss for
kiss, and tongue for tongue, until his erection was so hard it began to hurt
for action. He reached up with his hands and started to undo the large buttons
on her dress, and was pleased to see Joyce watching him with a warm, attentive
smile.

She let the dress slip off her shoulders onto the thick
carpet and turned her back to him, saying, "I expect you know how to unhook a
woman's brassiere."

He unfastened the bra, letting it slide down her arms as he
stood close to her back. His arms held her close and his hands clasped her soft
breasts. He nuzzled her neck, and kissed her ear until she could not bear the
waiting any longer.

She spun around, and slipping her thumbs into his track suit
bottoms slipped them and his underpants off in one practised move, freeing his
sturdy erection to point directly at her.

"My, that is exciting," she said, pulling his tracksuit top
over his head and then slipping off her own undergarment. She pulled back the
bed covers, and taking his hand pulled him after her onto the inviting bed.

Grant had spent many a long hour dreaming of this moment;
when his naked body would wrap around the hot desirable body of a woman, who
returned his passion and desire with equal fervour. But nothing prepared him
for the actual feel and touch of the soft yielding flesh of Joyce's full,
36-year old body, nor the exciting touch of her soft hands and fingers as they
fluttered all over his body,

He retaliated by fondling her large, but still firm breasts
and was amazed to see how hard and long her brown nipples extended. He kissed
each one it turn and then sucked hard on them and was encouraged by Joyce's
gasp of pleasure when he gently bit them.

When her strong fingers gripped his engorged penis and
dragged his willing body between her muscled thighs, he almost came prematurely
from sheer excitement. The moment he'd been wanting for the past five years was
upon him; the reason for his existence on this planet was now made clear.

His mission in life was to slide his gleaming manhood deep
into the delightful female body that lay before him; supine yet expectant, and
soft yet firm in its reaction. He glanced down to see Joyce's fingers opening
her vagina to his approaching penis, and as the glans kissed the soft moist
labia he felt a thrill of anticipation shiver through his body.

Savouring every gentle moment, he let the weight of his
youthful body push his penis, now trembling with anticipation and desire, into
the soft deep recesses of her pliant body. The whole shaft sank inside until
his body was pressing upon hers, forcing it further inside another impossible
inch and making her gasp with pleasure.

He leaned down to kiss her forehead,
nose, cheeks and finally her waiting mouth, while he eased his cock out of her
clinging pussy until the glans kissed the labia once again, and then he let it
slide back into her body with increasing pressure.

He repeated this action many times; each thrust into her was
stronger and more powerful than the previous one, until their bodies started to
pull and thrust in unison, creating a rhythm so strong and exhilarating he had
to strain to hold back the pressures of his developing climax.

Joyce wrapped
her legs and arms around him, holding him tight until she was able to roll him
onto his back. She assumed a kneeling position, her body leaning over his and
her breasts rubbing first against his chest and then against his mouth, as she
wriggled about while using her thighs to lift her body up and down the length
of his firm cock.

Grant grabbed her thighs, pulling her body down onto his
while thrusting upwards into her clinging pussy as the excitement grew more
intense with every passing second. He'd never known such exquisite pleasure,
and as his climax started sent out its urgent message once again, he reversed
their position and resumed his thrusting from on top of her body.

His hands grabbed her buttocks as he pulled her body close,
while thrusting hard and deep into her soft yielding flesh. The pressure from
his climax could be held back no more, his whole body was trembling from its
latent force and as he pulled her close one final time and gave a last thrust
with his penis, his seed shot out in one long powerful gusher, filling her
vagina and spilling out onto their thighs.

He collapsed onto her hot body, wet and sticky with sweat
and semen, and kissed her long and hard, before rolling off her to lay on the
bed by her side. He felt himself breathing hard as if he'd just run a mile, but
he smiled with that deep satisfaction of a job well done. He hadn't lost his
virginity, he'd given it to Joyce with hot pulsating passion, and she'd
returned every kiss and caress with equal zeal.

He lifted his head from the narrow bed and saw his erect
penis pressing against his trousers and for the first time that evening wished
his wife was with him. He glanced at the door and seeing it was still safely
bolted against intruders, decided to leave things as they were and get a good
night's sleep.

It didn't take him long to undress and hang up his clothes
in the narrow wardrobe, ready for his morning meeting. He went over to the door
to turn out the bedroom light and caught his reflection in the full length
mirror on the wall to his left.

Turning his body to face the mirror, he flexed his muscles
and made a few poses as he admired his still trim figure. He was still only 29,
but knew of many blokes a similar age whose bodies had started to get soft and
flabby. He looked at his dangling penis in the mirror and used muscle power to
shake it about, and then he stopped as his reflection in the mirror seemed to
recede.

His heart was pounding in his ears, but then he realised the
mirror was on a hinge and was acting like a door. When it disappeared against
an inner wall he saw a shape standing in the dark recess the mirror had
revealed. The shape moved towards him until the bedroom light revealed Joyce
walking towards him.

She was wearing a silk dressing gown that swung open to
reveal her naked body as she neared him. "Hello darling, I'm pleased to see you
were expecting me!"

He managed a faint, "Hello," before Joyce took his hand and
said, "Come with me darling, my bed is larger than this one, as no doubt you
remember."

Grant was very bleary-eyed at breakfast the next morning,
but as he ate alone, except for a fleeting visit from April, he did not have to
exert himself with conversation. April popped down for a cup of tea and to remind
Grant to call around at her mother's for their clothes in the late afternoon.
He just nodded, and continued to sort out the papers in his briefcase ready for
the meeting in less than 90-minutes time.

He was very nervous about the meeting, but needn't have
been, because everything went like clockwork. The assistant manager from the
Head Office in Manchester met him in Oldham, and they concluded the paperwork
in time for a late lunch at a nearby pub. The manager insisted that Grant
return to the office with him, as the senior manager wished to congratulate him
in person on the excellent sale.

So, it was after 4:00 p.m. when he finally set off for Leeds
to collect their clothes and personal effects. The traffic was very bad, making
the journey take well over an hour, so he was quite exhausted by the time he
parked the car outside his mother-in-laws house and trudged up the path to her
front door.

It wasn't so much the driving, or the insurance work that
had tired him, but the long hours satisfying Joyce's desires for most of the
night. She told him it had been too many years since she'd had sex, and it was
his job to make up for all the lost time. At first he was quite enthusiastic,
because despite her middle age, her full body had lost none of its enthusiasm
and vigour, and she kept him busy until he fell asleep in her arms in the small
hours of the morning.

As he waited for Edna to open the door, he turned to survey
the drab street, glistening in the soft evening rain, and he was glad to be
moving to one of the leafy suburbs of Stockport.

"Come in dear, you'll get soaked in that rain," said Edna,
holding open the front door.

"Aw, it's only a spot of drizzle, which will be gone in no
time."

"I don't think so, there's heavy rain forecast," she said,
closing the door, and leading the way into the kitchen. "I've got some
shepherd's pie in the oven, and it should be ready about now. I expect you're
quite hungry."

The smell of hot food that wafted over him when he entered
the kitchen, gave him an instant appetite. "Great, I'm starving and that smells
delicious."