The Journey Ch. 01

Waves of pleasure radiated down to her already damp sex.

She glanced around again. They'd be the talk of the place if anyone realised what was going on. But Alison had her close to a wall in the darkest part of the room. This woman knew exactly what she was up to.

"You'd like that," the older woman pressed. "Watching people fuck is one of the sexiest experiences a woman can have."

Both hands were on Jessica's ass now, her fingers digging into the firm teenage cheeks. Jessica closed her eyes, allowing herself to be pulled closer. She could feel their pussies grind against one another. God, she was going to...

With the same suddenness with which their bodies had merged, Alison was pulling away. No, Jessica moaned inwardly. Don't stop. Not yet.

"C'mon," Alison murmured, taking her hand and leading the compliant girl across the dimly lit room to a door at the far side of the room. The time was right. The girl was ripe for plucking.

There weren't many places where they'd be undisturbed, but she knew exactly where to take her...

***

Rodney wondered when it was that the party had taken off in a different direction to the one he'd anticipated. The early sight of Jessica Stewart had lifted his spirits and, in that sexy blue dress, it was easy to see why his friends regarded her as the hottest girl in the neighbourhood.

But before he'd been able to do much more than catch her eye, those idiot Lassiter brothers had closed in. Rodney had felt his protective instincts kick in, hating the idea of a girl like Jessica having anything to do with those two thugs, but apparently she could take care of herself. He began to make his way across but he was too late, an older bloke had joined her.

Spotting Jessica's mother looking uncomfortable and alone near the bar, he figured that this might be a good way of getting himself closer to the daughter.

But it wasn't long before a second thought grew in his mind. He'd always had a thing for older women. Maybe this was his opportunity? After all, Amanda Stewart was an older version of her daughter. A little taller, she had curves in all the right places, sharing her daughter's same deep brown eyes and soft blonde hair, even though the mother wore hers longer.

Introducing himself, they quickly got talking. She was a little shy at first but that was kind of sexy, too. He pushed back a dark, curly lock that had dropped over his right eye and gave the older woman his best sexy stare. Since the girls had begun to take an interest in him, his sexual confidence had grown. And from the way Mrs Stewart had begun to touch his arm as she spoke, he realised she was interested, too.

It was only when he'd seen his parents with Lou Coffin and Sandra that he'd even thought about the attractions of mature women. Before then, he'd only had eyes for girls of his own age. But Coffin's hot girlfriend must have been around Amanda's age, and now all he could think about was her doing the same thing to him that Sandra had done to his father.

"Where's your husband?" he pointedly asked as he sank another beer. He hated that bubbly stuff.

He smiled as a faint blush crept along her pale, freckled skin. Clearly the meaning behind the question had struck home. "In Manchester," she timidly answered, tucking a bit of golden hair behind her ear.

"That's good," Rodney smiled.

Her blush deepened. God, what would her husband think if he could see her now, being hit on by a teenager? It was outrageous—the boy was only the same age as Jess! Yet she didn't care. Maybe it was the drinks talking, but she was actually enjoying herself. Jess had been right—she rarely did have the opportunity to let her hair down nowadays.

Underneath the flirting, Rodney seemed like a nice young man and the way he was paying her attention made her feel attractive again. Nothing was going to happen, of course, but it was nice to feel young again, if only for an evening.

Amanda swung her head back to him. "What's good?" she asked, realising she'd been lost in her thoughts for a few moments. His hand was resting lightly on her waist now. That felt good but she still glanced around to see if they were being watched.

"That your husband's in Manchester."

She laughed nervously, running a hand through her wavy blonde hair. God, he really was coming on to her. Wait until she told Jess later. She knew of this boy's reputation... "Oh, yes. Well, out of sight..." she murmured, starting to glance down at his jeans but stopping herself and held out holding out her empty glass instead. "Get me another?"

Watching him run off, he reminded her of a young puppy anxious to please. The whole thing reminded her of high school, when she had boys at her beck and call. Then again, she sure felt like a giggling teenager rather than the thirty-eight year old woman. She'd have one more drink with him and then leave him to his own devices. He was very polite with her and while he might not appear too bright, that somehow just added to the young man's sex appeal.

So did the thought of him having a massive cock. Did he really...?

When he returned, she noticed Jess chatting with Rodney's mother, Alison Brownlee. The two women were glancing over at her. Oh God, she didn't want any sort of attention. "Don't look now," she told her young admirer, their fingers making delicious contact as he passed her the glass. "I think your mum has her eye on us. Maybe we should—"

"Oh, she's fine," Rodney interrupted as he glanced at them, though his eyes were on Jessica rather than his mom. His manhood began to unfurl as the thought of doing both Amanda Stewart and her daughter suddenly occurred to him. Shit. These jeans were too tight...

"Want to dance?" he quickly asked, turning to the side so that he could try to unobtrusively adjust himself.

Amanda shook her head, feeling a surge of heat as she watched the teenager. There was definitely bigger bulge there than before. "No thanks," she stuttered, immediately averting her eyes. Dancing with that thing poking into her might be more than she could bear. "It's a long time since I've done that," she told him, searching for an excuse. "Roger's not one for dancing."

"I'm not Roger. And you're beautiful."

Despite the clumsy seduction line, she was taken aback, feeling her blush warm her cheeks. On a sudden impulse, she leant in to him and kissed the gawky teenager on the cheek, whispering, "Thank you."

He seemed as surprised as she was. Instantly realising what she'd done, the blush deepened as her eyes swung around to seek out Rodney's mother again. Had she seen? Or had Jess, for that matter?

With a palpable sigh of relief, she saw the two women heading across the room towards the music. It looked like they were going to join the dancers. Her daughter always took her free spirit onto the dance floor and was quite uninhibited in her movements. Amanda wondered—not for the first time—where the girl got that? Not from her, certainly, and not from her father.

"I have a great idea," Rodney told her, his grip on her waist tightening. "Want to try it out?"

Amanda looked up at him. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she realised she wanted to kiss those full lips rather than his cheek. "What is it?" she nervously asked.

"Can't tell you," he confidently answered, pulling her a little closer into him. "But I'll show you. Are you up for it?"

She felt her heart begin to flutter. If she gave in to what she felt 'up for' then there'd be no living down the scandal. Her wide eyes looked into his again and she could only see trouble staring back at her. It was time to put a stop to all of this tomfoolery.

"Rodney—"

"Chicken?" he asked, reading the doubts on her face.

Amanda's eyes blinked at the childish accusation and then the two of them burst out in laughter. It broke the tension. "Okay, Rodney Brownlee," she decisively said, a surge of wicked acceptance running through her mind. "Lead on and do your worst..."

***

Natalie couldn't stop feeling sorry for herself. She wanted to call a taxi and go home, but the night was too young for that. She knew Bobby was just drunk, but his behaviour had to stop. She wouldn't be surprised if he hit on the wrong woman—some big shot's wife—and got himself thrown out before the night was over.

Her husband had a problem, and with all her energy focused on raising three children—two of them only a year old—she just didn't have time to baby another. Maybe with the nanny, things could be different?

"You look like you could use a dance." Dan Rogers' voice made her jump, but the chills that raced through her weren't fear.

"Dan! You surprised me."

The fair-haired lawyer offered her that winning smile of his. It was too perfect. Too pretty boy for her... so why did she feel herself wilt a little in his presence?

"I do that, from time to time," he nodded, eyeing up and down her floor-length halter-dress made of creamy silk. Delicate lacework ran along its fringes and one tall, risqué slit rose up the front. "You look radiant."

She felt the back of her neck warm at the compliment and touched her dark hair. She'd had it done up for tonight's soiree, knowing how dramatic her slender, white neck could be at formal functions such as these.

"You clean up well yourself," she nodded. "A blonde James Bond."

He straightened his black bowtie and grinned. "So about that dance?"

He held his hand out. She knew she should have shaken her head, but found the thought irresistible. She let him guide her onto the floor of the main hall, which was now serving as a dance space. When they were in the centre of the crowd, Dan paused, turned to her, and bowed formally. Despite herself, Natalie giggled.

He held his hands before him like a maestro, demonstrating his strong dancing frame. The song changed to a fast tune from the Jackson 5. She stepped into his arms and off they went. It was like they'd been dance partners for years.

She was surprised to find him such a great dancer. She'd felt rusty at first, desperate to keep up. The lessons she'd taken back in Uni, outside of a few weddings, had received little use. But eventually her confidence increased as they floated and flitted across the room. For the faster songs, he led her through a Hustle, a fun club swing filled with spins and turns. For slower songs, he seamlessly transitioned into a Foxy that was so smooth and silky she had to wonder where he learned it.

It was so romantic. People their age didn't dance like this anymore...

Marvin Gaye. Stevie Wonder. The Four Tops. With each song, she quickly forgot about her husband and let herself savour the dance. You make me feel like a natural woman... she sang along in her head when Aretha serenaded them.

Maybe it was because she was a little tipsy, or maybe it was because Dan was so damn good at dancing, but she found herself moving closer to him on the slower songs, and flirting with him on the faster spins.

"When I get that feeling," Dan whispered along with Marvin Gaye, "I need... sexual healing."

"You don't stop, do you?" Natalie laughed, pulling back.

"Not until I get what I want," he smiled.

Natalie rolled her eyes. "You always get what you want?"

Dan held her gaze with his beautiful, confident blues. She felt its heat between her thighs. They were frozen in time as the world continued to weave and spin around them...

"Natalie! You're husband..." someone was shouting. The voice shattered the moment. She was standing close to Dan, too close, and stepped away abruptly as a flush ran up her neck.

"He's passed out in the middle of the reflecting pool." It was Bill Kenwright's voice, an amused smile turned up beneath his whiskery moustache. His plump face was as bright red as Natalie's, she was sure of, although his was just from the alcohol.

Great, she thought. At least he didn't get in a fight. "I better take care of this," she explained to Dan. "Bill, could you call a taxi for us?"

Before the senior partner could reply, Dan stepped in. "Nonsense, Nat. I'll get the two of you home."

The brunette hesitated. That wasn't a good idea...

"Are you sure you can drive? I mean, are you sober?"

"Haven't had a drink in the past hour," he reassured, although she was pretty certain he was lying.

Natalie looked at him warily before answering. "Okay, that's fine." She pushed made her way toward the back yard, where a crowd had formed at on the veranda. It seemed all had gathered to laugh at the drunken man as not a single one of them had moved to help him.

Removing her shoes and hoisting up her long evening gown, she waded in far enough to grab him by the arms. "Come on," she angrily whispered, shaking him a little. "Come on, time to get up."

Bobby mumbled a string of unintelligible words and began to stumble as she helped him from the water. She couldn't meet the eyes of her spectators, focusing only on getting him out of there as quickly as she could before he could embarrass her further.

Half-passed out and unable to stand on his own, it needed Dan's strong arms to practically carry him to the row of cars parked along the Cooper's long drive. The fair-haired lawyer's glossy black BMW chirped merrily as he unlocked it.

"I'm sorry for the seats," Natalie apologized as they tossed her husband into the back.

Dan waved away her concern as they got into the car. "So... where do you live?"

***

Jessica's heart was pounding as she allowed the sexy older woman to lead her out of the room and up the long stairs. There was no doubt that Alison had taken control and that she was following. How different that was to all her experiences with boys of her age. It felt so incredibly sexy to be submitting to someone else like this!

Looking upward, she surveyed Rodney Brownlee's mother. The woman was a sexy siren, leading Jess to who knew what? Her skin was sun-darkened, yet covered in freckles. Her body was slender as a model's, yet her breasts were fuller and firmer than they had a right to be. And she exuded an aura of both youth and experience.

Jessica felt liquid heat rolling around her body...

The stairs led to a long landing, dominated by white, stark walls. The first door they came to on their left turned out to be a sumptuous bathroom. It was as large and ostentatious as the rest of the Cooper's house. As soon as they entered the room, the older woman had her pinned back against the white door. Her now familiar perfume filled the teenager's nostrils.

"Want to kiss me?" Alison murmured, her sexy voice becoming huskier by the second. It was clear to Jessica that she had no intention of playing any more games. This was the real thing.

When the teenager briefly hesitated, the older woman cupped her cheeks, a vivid look of arousal pouring from her piercing sapphire coloured eyes. "Go on, we both know you want to..."

It was as if she needed Jessica to make the first move. The teenager obliged maybe too eagerly as the heat consumed her body. She immediately closed the distance between their mouths and brought her lips towards Alison's.

Just before they touched, the brunette tilted her head back for a second, keeping her smiling lips a fraction of an inch away. So that was it? She wanted Jessica's complete compliance? It sent a shockwave of desire through the teenager. She'd show this woman that a young girl could do!!

Reaching out to hold Alison's head in place, Jessica jammed her mouth against that sexy mouth. She could taste the lip-gloss. Her nostrils flared as they filled with her cinnamon flavoured perfume. Her sigh of desire signalled her capitulation.

Satisfied that she had the young girl where she wanted, Alison's mouth devoured the teenager, her tongue licking the expanse of Jessica's mouth while their bodies pressed together in a perfect fit.

Jessica felt herself tremble. Boys didn't kiss like this...

Not even Margo made her feel this hot.

She felt her back digging into the door behind her as Alison's wet mouth, flicking tongue and undulating body all made love to her.

"You are so fucking hot," the older woman whispered as she nibbled along the young blonde's chin and down the side of her neck.

All that time of restraint, waiting for Jessica's eighteenth birthday while she watched the young girl grow into such a sexy beauty, was about to pay off. The girl was whimpering now as Alison attacked her most erogenous zones with her mouth, lips, tongue and fingers. She had intended taking the seduction gently, but Jessica's willing response and the surge of need throughout her own body blew that idea away.

She grinded her entire frame into the young blonde, every part touching. Jessica's responsive gasped fuelled her need. Moments like this, devouring her prey the first time, were like feasting on a banquet of lust.

The teenager's hands went around her neck, as if hanging on for dear life. But her body was responding to every grind. Alison continued to kiss the panting beauty. Breasts caressed breasts, thighs rubbed against thighs and their pussies had found each others...

Jessica groaned weakly. Alison knew the signs. Not long now.

Her mouth renewed its pleasuring—tongue lapping and licking around the overheated teenager's lips, teeth and gums, sensuously bathing them with female saliva. Her hands were on the spaghetti straps of the blue dress, violently dragging one down and then the other.

Jessica's nipples hardened further as the cold air hit them. Alison's talented mouth took advantage, greedily consuming one and then the other. The teenager's fingers locked behind her head.

The wavy haired seductress continued to suckle the child while she slipped a hand underneath the blue dress and onto Jessica's thong. In a brief second they'd worked their way down and inside, conquering the needy clit. Her wet and mischievous touch was perfect.

The young blonde whimpered as her overheated body cried out its need. When two of Alison's stiffened fingers slid into her wet sex, her bucking hips humped back at the invaders, squeezing them tightly with her internal muscles as she homed in on the climax she so needed.

"Harder..." Jessica gasped.

She pumped her hips more forcefully on the experienced fingers. How many times had they done this? She didn't care. Alison was softer and yet more demanding than any teenage boy she'd ever been with. And even hotter than that little tease, Margo.

"Want to cum, dear?" Alison's voice was thick and husky.

The answer was more of a hiss. "Yessss..."

With a triumphant smile of arousal, she set off the atom bomb with a deft flick across the girl's sensitive clit. Jessica's scream tore from the back of her throat. Her body trembled, bent, bowed and shuddered as the older woman used every piece of know-how to coax and second and then—fucking hell—third orgasm from the captivated young girl.

***

"This is your car?" Amanda hesitantly asked as Rodney pulled open the passenger door and allowed her to enter. She jumped as he hurriedly banged it closed behind her, and then hurried to the driver's side

"Yeah," he grinned at her, sliding inside. "It might not be much, but it's good enough to get me to where I want to go."

"And to entertain your girlfriends?" she nervously asked, pushing a strand of loose blonde hair back behind her ear. She was sobering up by the second and realised this was definitely not a good idea.

The series of cars were parked either side of the long drive and Rodney's old banger was far enough away from the light of the house to give them the protection they both wanted. And with no one likely to leave the party for some time, she doubted that they'd be disturbed.

Even so...

What the hell was she doing here, a married woman in the company of a hot and no doubt horny teenager? God, if they were discovered it would be the talk of the neighbourhood. Then Roger would find out and... and...