"Sweaty" Chapter 2

by Julius
copyright 2005





Mitzi wasn't sure what to do. Pull up her shorts and go home? Keep her cool and stay? She looked down at Matthew's cock, sighed and stayed.

"Hi Kim, what's hapnin'?" this from Matthew.

"Fell asleep and they went to beach without me."

"Mitzi, this is Kim."

"Er, hi Kim," said Mitzi. Matthew's sweet cock stayed erect. How in God's name did he manage that?

Kim grinned at Mitzi and knelt behind the sofa, forearms on the top, her chin resting on her hands. Dear heavens, thought Mitzi, is she just going to stay and watch? Suddenly shy under the girl's gaze Mitzi didn't want to expose her breasts. Silly really, she thought, when her shorts were round her ankles.

Matthew's erection finally showed signs of subsiding and Mitzi cursed Kim silently. She got to her feet and stepped out of her shorts, Kim stared at her and Mitzi was suddenly, sadly aware of the age gap.

"How old are you Kim?"

"Eighteen, same as Matt. How old are you?"

"It's rude to ask a woman her age," said Matthew, perhaps feeling left out, "and she's not my mother, Mitzi lives next door."


"Oh," said Kim, sounding a little disappointed.

"I'm forty-eight Kim," Mitzi sighed and turned to sit beside Matthew. She felt tears swell her eyes, her bare old thigh against his bare young thigh. Christ, why hadn't she locked the door, better yet, bought a new lawn mower?

She closed her eyes for a moment. Waiting perhaps, for Kim to take the hint and just go. Really she didn't know quite what to do. Then she felt Kim sit beside her. "That's cool, my mom's forty-one."

Mitzi thought about departure again and looked ruefully at her crumpled shorts on the floor. Could she mange enough dignity to get them on? She leaned forward.

But Kim produced the remote. The screen flickered to life. The tape must have been running, the scene had changed.

"Kim!" said an embarrassed Matthew.

"Hey!" exclaimed Kim, staring.

A girl with remarkably red hair was sprawled in a chair while a man buried his face between her thighs.

Matthew reached across Mitzi for the remote. Kim snatched it away.

"No! Let's watch this," she snapped, suddenly in charge.

Three pairs of eyes stared at the screen. Mitzi felt a strong urge to giggle.

"Ever do that Matt?" Kim asked.

Matt said 'no' in a soft voice and Mitzi knew he wished he could tell the girl 'yes'.

"Would you like to try?" asked Mitzi. She put her hand to her mouth, astounded, horrified that she'd uttered the words.

Matthew grunted and eased forward. Mitzi felt near to panic. Time to be going, she felt old and she felt very stupid.

Matthew moved off the sofa with clumsy grace and onto his knees at Mitzi's feet. His hot hands rested on her knees. "Can I try?" he asked very quietly.

"Won't Kim mind?" Mitzi asked.

"I don't care," Kim sounded as if she cared very much, "it's not like we're an item or anything."

Mitzi's body didn't care about codes of behaviour, it was still running on cock-induced heat. She found herself wriggling her ass towards the edge of the sofa and spreading her legs.

She wondered if this was Matthew's first close up of a real pussy, a real, in the flesh, open pussy. Mitzi slid her hands down and peeled herself farther open. "Oh wow!" she heard him breathe the words. He looked up into her eyes, suddenly very young and very shy.

If he'd been watching the videos there could be no real surprises surely. "Look if you like," she told him, wishing Kim was somewhere far away. But Kim was silently watching the little tableau. Maybe she was wondering where this was all going.

Mitzi had begun trimming her pubic hair a few months back and thought herself rather daring. Now she gazed down at the line of dark brown hair leading up from her pussy towards her belly button. She could see her own pinkness and the paler button that was her clit. She held her breath as Matthew slowly leaned forward, poked out his tongue and licked her.

Mitzi's body jerked and went rigid. Matthew raised his head quickly, as if afraid he'd hurt her.

"Don't stop, don't you dare stop," Mitzi's voice was a hoarse croak.

He leaned forward again and pressed his mouth over the junction of her labia and sucked gently as if knowing what to do. His tongue found the firm nipple that was her clit and he began to do all the right things. Mitzi sobbed and squirmed under his face.

She gave a little scream and her thighs squeezed together, clamping his chest. Then she opened her legs and began bucking against his face.

The girl on the screen was coming or at least pretending to. But Mitzi wasn't pretending, she was having the orgasm of her life or so it seemed right then.

And then, she was begging him to stop, trying to push his head away from her pussy. Sensory overload had hit her. Matthew raised his head, breathing hard. Her breasts seemed about to lift out of her bikini top with each breath. Was she laughing or crying, she didn't know?

"Oh Matthew, Matthew, that was beautiful. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful."

"Really?" he said, sounding amazed at his success.

"Mmmm," murmured Mitzi, her eyes closed, she was awash in the afterglow.

She let her eyes peep through her lashes and watched him. He was sat back on his heels. His hand was to his mouth. It was wet, his chin was wet. She could see him sniffing his fingers, smelling her.

She looked down at his cock, it was rigid and drooling precum. A gossamer strand joined him, by mere molecules, to the carpet. There, she thought, was a young man who badly needed to come.

"Matt," Kim had spoken so quietly he'd barely heard her.

He looked at Kim, "What?"

She was blushing scarlet, "Would you do that to me?"

He looked at Mitzi, asking silently.

Mitzi was watching him, a half smile on her face. "Go on Matthew, do it to her, she'll love it."

He moved awkwardly sideways on his knees, his cock waving. It looked huge, jutting from his slim body.


Kim clicked the remote, turning off the TV. She got to her feet and unsnapped the waistband of her jeans. Sliding the zipper down she stopped with it half way, perhaps shy at the prospect of exposing herself to the kneeling boy.

Mitzi watched him. He was knelt in front of two women, both in need of his services. He must wonder if he's died and gone to some sort of young man's heaven, she thought.

His hand kept straying towards that gorgeous penis and he glanced first at her and then at Kim. He really was desperate for release. His cock was as big as any she'd seen. She felt drawn towards it, like his hand.

Finally Kim slid the zipper the rest of the way and pushed her jeans down. She was slim, hers was barely a woman's body yet. Sitting down again on the sofa she spread her legs. Mitzi waited, holding her breath while Matthew studied the girl's charms. She hoped he wasn't making too many comparisons between young and not-so-young.

Matthew swallowed audibly and moved forward on his knees, placing his hands on Kim's thighs. Mitzi slid off the sofa and knelt beside him. The appeal of that cock couldn't be denied a moment longer. She reached and touched its head with her finger tip. Matthew's body went rigid and he groaned.

"You pleasure Kim and I'll sit here and play," Mitzi told him. The cream dispenser lay on the floor, she picked it up and pumped out a palm-full. Matthew's eye's widened as he realised what she was going to do.

"Well?" Mitzi prompted, her eyes going from his face to Kim's pussy.

He lowered his face between Kim's thighs. Mitzi smiled at Kim and she smiled nervously back. The girl's eyes closed and she writhed her young ass on the sofa, waiting.

"Oh God," exclaimed Kim and her hands flew to the back of Matthew's head, to pull him closer? To stop him getting away?

Mitzi closed her cream-filled hand around his cock,marvelling at its thickness. He gasped as she touched him and thrust into her fist. The feel of that lovely erection in her hand was unbelievable. Her pussy clenched as she imagined it plunging into her body.Silently begging him not to come just yet she opened her hand trying to delay him.

"Don't stop," she heard him beg, his words muffled as Kim tried to press him into her crotch, "Please let me come!"

Mitzi fancied she was powerless to stop him and squeezed his cock and began pumping.

In seconds he was sobbing and his come was jetting. Mitzi kept stroking and Matthew kept coming. She watched in delighted fascination as her hand milked him, watching the lessening power of each successive spurt. She almost cried, wanting all that inside her. Wanting, wanting, despite her recent climax, she and her body wanted, needed that cock. Matthew's cheek rested on Kim's thigh and he looked at Mitzi while his chest heaved. Mitzi guessed he'd forgotten the pussy inches from his face. He was the picture of happiness while two women were left waiting and wanting. Typical male, she thought.

It was her shorts he'd spent himself onto, she shookher head and smiled. Somewhere, close by, a cell phone twittered idiotically and Matthew's hand searched between the cushions.


"Yeah, sure, okay, fine, I'll be there. Bye." Matthew switched off and looked at Mitzi. "My dad got an earlier flight. Gotta go pick him up."

Only minutes later, Mitzi and Kim were watching himdrive away. Fine for him, Mitzi thought, he got to go down on both of us and get's jerked off by me. Where does that leave Kim and me? Poor Kim, Mitzi thought - at least I had my orgasm.

Kim gave her a peck on the cheek and walked off homewards, her cute little ass squirming in her jeans. Mitzi walked towards her dead lawnmower. The wetnessof Matthew's cum on her shorts was chill against her hip and thigh.

Half an hour later she sat on her front step nursing a bottle of beer and trying to muster the energy to go and shower. The sun was lower in the sky but there was no breeze and she felt sticky all over.

Mitzi wondered what would have happened without Kim's arrival. God but Matthew had such a lovely cock. She'd nearly had it between her tits; 'breasts Matthew, breasts.' Her shorts were tight into her crotch and she squirmed and wished. At that moment she knew what she'd like and where she'd like it.

She put the empty bottle down and wondered if she needed another. Below her navel there was a terrible, needful feeling. It was summer and she was lonely and... oh hell! She went inside for that other beer and came out and sat down again. Mitzi closed her eyes and remembered the swollen cock she'd held, what wonderfulthing it was, if only.



A car turned into next door's driveway and Matthew got out, he was alone. She waved to him as he slammed the door. He hesitated and then walked across to her.

"Would you believe it? I get to the airport and they tell me dad's plane had a mechanical problem or something and the flight's cancelled. He won't be home 'til tomorrow."

"Would you like a beer Matthew?"

Matthew said he would and she sent him in to get it from the fridge. Leaning back with her elbows on the top step she wondered about what to do with him now she had him back. The beer was making her just a little giddy and she realised she'd had no supper.

She realised too that Matthew had accepted the offer of a beer and would surely stay long enough to drink it. Perhaps ... she smiled and little butterflies began their fluttering in her stomach. Perhaps ...

Matthew appeared on the top step. She patted the step beside her, "Sit a while and keep an old lady company."

"You're not old Mitzi," he told her, he hesitated over the 'Mitzi' as if wanting to call her that but wondering if her should address her as 'Mrs'.

"A lot older than your Kim."

"Yes, but you're a woman, Kim's just a girl."

Mitzi let that slide. "Would you like some supper, I for one, am getting hungry?" she wanted him to want to stay.

"Uh huh, I'm starving too," Matthew said, a little of the boy showing through.

"I'll phone for a pizza, a big one, what toppingsd'you like?"

"Everything, cept those fish things," she thought him sweet and the little butterflies fluttered harder.

Mitzi phoned for the pizza and came and sat downbeside him again and picked up her beer. She looked at him and said softly, "You never did get to put your cock between my tits did you Matthew?"

He grinned in the growing dusk, "Breasts Mitzi, breasts."

She clamped her thighs together and wrapped her arms around her knees, hugging herself, squashing her breasts, trying to contain the heat building deep inside her.