Accidental Womanizer

The bus arrived and Fletch eyed the rather wide butt of Mrs Hawkins as she stepped aboard and he received a flash of stocking tops and rather well-shaped legs. He decided not to make a hit.

When he sat at an empty seat Mrs Hawkins came down from a few seats farther back and said, "Do you mind if I sit next to you?"

There was no reason to say no and Fletch wondered why she was seeking company.

He moved over and she sat and appeared to be wearing quality perfume. Her skirt had ridden up but she ignored that.

"You are a very personable young man."

"Thank you," Fletch said, smiling widely.

"With great teeth."

He grinned weakly and realized to pick up woman all he had to do was to be polite and speak well and then wait for it to happen. If the female thought she wanted it she'd find some way of telling him.

"What will you be doing in the city?"

"Having a couple of quiet drinks."

"And looking for women?"

What a rude question, Fletch thought, but he smiled and lied, "No they tend to find me but I've had quite a run lately that I'm a little fucked-out."

Mrs Hawkins didn't turn a hair. "Well I can't say that status applies to me. My husband has been temporarily placed in shift work in communications at the airport and it doesn't suit him and he sleeps most of the day."

"Life can be such a bitch."

Mrs Hawkins chucked and patted Fletch on the knee. "You know a quiet drink sounds very tempting."

Fletch found himself unable to resist. "Well why don't you join me?"

"Are you sure?" Mrs Hawkins said, picking up Fletch's hand and squeezing it.

He thought a reply to that last question was unnecessary. Mrs Hawkins appeared to be lining herself up for sex. He had no intention of disappointing her.

Next evening Fletch dressed in black pants, white shirt and a lightweight gray patterned jacket thinking this was probably the first time in his adult life preparing to go on a date and not expecting to have sex. He frowned thinking that wasn't an encouraging thought.

Laura had lounged around all day Friday. With more than three million in cash and investments, she wasn't short of money but she was very bored. She'd dumped Arnold the previous day and suspected Fletch if she could hook him was good enough to invite him to live with her. She would have to get to know him better before issuing that invitation. She resolved to tell him she didn't mind if he kept his business going with other women while he remained her boyfriend. The guy appeared addicted to cunt. Fat juicy ones no doubt. Er like hers.

It was maintenance day for Laura. After returning from the hairdresser's she shaved from armpits to ankles and felt like taking on a sexy woman who'd compliment her on Laura's personal grooming and care.

Her time at the movie with Fletch went well. When she leaned closer Fletch placed an arm around her and when it landed she was ready to move his hand straight on to her breast. He cupped it and didn't pull away and during sexy moments she almost gurgled when feeling his thumb slide over her nipple, very gently. She placed a hand on top of his thigh and he left it there. Laura felt she'd made significant progress. She was telegraphing what she wanted although had told him quite the opposite on the phone. Of course being male he'd assume a movie, followed by dinner automatically would mean sex for dessert. While many men avoided desert she thought there would be only a few who didn't like sex.

It was a quiet restaurant inhabited by older people including courting couples. A woman played music softly and artistically on a keyboard with the drumbeat not far from being muted. Very nice.

"How old are you?"

He caught her by surprise so she said thirty-nine.

Fletch looked at her sternly. Oh god, he knew how old Kelly was.

She looked at him and said sweetly. "I lied to avoid frightening the horses. The truth is I'm forty-two."

"You look younger than that."

Laura had to hold herself from launching at him. Omigod, the perfect comment for most women.

She smiled and lowered her gaze demurely.

"With pretty eyes and beautiful lashes."

She confessed the lashes were augmented and said he knew that.

"What about your breasts?"

That threw her. What about her breasts? What kind of answer was he expecting? Caught between possible opposing answers she said lamely, "What about them?"

"Are they augmented?"

She giggled and said no, in fact she ought to go the other way.

"They look fine to me."

She realized they were both looking at her breasts, with good cleavage obvious. She looked up and when he looked up they smiled and locked into mutual staring.

Laura knew she had to say something. Either that or burst. So she said, "You sound capable of being very romantic."

"I'm working on it. Although fucking women is my vocation I pick up tips and learn things through watching for responses."

"Really. I thought it would be straight into it, push-pull, push-pull, push-pull and half an hour later Janet or Petra, or Maria or Katrina would say 'That was good, here's your money and now fuck off'?"

"One or two are like that. But actually the most are starving for great sex and expect it from me and they put in the effort to reach the heights they aspire."

"Omigod, you make it sound like an art form."

"You might not be wrong about that."

Laura's fingers began twitching and to her horror he caught the movement.

"You can jerk my dick if that's what you want."

She gasped, "What in here?"

"Yes."

He worked his chair closer to the end of the table. "People often do it in restaurants."

"I've never seen them."

"And that makes it an art to avoid detection."

Laura swallowed. "I've never done it."

"In that case tonight is a good time to start. You are still young enough not to be set in your ways."

"I-I don't know what to do?"

He grinned and said really?

She blushed and said she meant to accomplish it while avoiding attention.

He said they were sitting the wrong way so she'd have to do it with her left hand.

"My right hand is closer."

"You'll need that hand to hold my hand and to drink with. Work you chair closer to this end of the table and don't pull it in too closely."

Laura complied and he said he'd unzipped. "Show my your tongue so I get harder quicker. Just push the tip through your lips and flutter it."

"Great it's working. Now place your right arm round my right arm, pick up your glass and lean into me. We clink glasses and then drink from our own glass maintaining that clinch. In the meantime you reach down with you left arm and begin jerking me. I won't cum so jerk as slowly or as fast as you wish. It's just the affection behind this and the teamwork that will make us feel naughty and therefore excited. Gentlemen and their harlots have down this during fine dining for centuries and now the practice belongs to refined people like you and me."

"Oh god," Laura groaned and thinking nervous tension was making her perspire.

She settled into the jerking rhythm and found she could minimize shoulder shake that could give her away.

"The waitress is coming to clear our entrée plates. Do I stop?"

"No she'll know what you're doing and will give you the kind of smile women give to other women."

"Omigod."

It was true. The waitress smiled with lowered eyes at Laura.

Laura shuddered into an orgasm.

She said she'd had enough and he said okay.

"I can't believe I did that, especially at my age."

He grinned and said he couldn't believe she had gone along with him either. "It's the first time for me in a restaurant."

Laura though garroting would be a suitable penalty. Then she laughed and said he'd made her feel much younger doing something so absurd and dangerous.

"I've taught you skills darling so don't complain."

Darling? Laura managed to close her mouth. Oh my, wasn't he a darling?

"Are we going to fuck?" she asked, driving out of the parking lot in her black Mercedes coupe.

"Soon but not tonight. You want romance and you'll get it. You'll understand is not romantic to have sex on the first date."

"Yes," she whimpered.

She parked outside his mom's house.

They kissed and tongued and as she became worked up she pulled out a breast for him and he licked it and tongue-flicked the nipple/.

"That's a beautiful breast," he said.

"Go on, you say that to all of your women."

He didn't answer that challenge but said, "In bed I'll think of that breast when jerking my rigid cock."

Laura mewed, "Why don't all men speak to women like you do?"

He said because men didn't understand what women wanted to hear.

"So you can tell a woman something without being sincere?"

"To a client yes, but you are not in that category Laura. You are upper echelon."

They parted after much deep kissing and Laura drove home weeping, wishing she'd been able to bring him with her. "Oh god, I'm failing in love," she wailed, tears flying. It was tragic having that emotion because Laura accepted she'd long given up that possibility occurring again because... well because she had become too picky. But this guy could charm the pants off her anytime he liked and she'd be deliriously happy about that. The tragedy was he'd never love her, not with all those babes and rich, unattractive women he was probably plundering.

Laura raced inside and phoned Kelly knowing this was stupid because her disagreeable daughter would only be interested in putting her down.

"Oh god mom, it's late. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just have to tell someone Kelly and you are the only one precious to me. I'm falling in love. I know I'm not been silly."

Laura waited for the derisive laugh but it didn't come. Instead Kelly said so it went okay and the reply was yes, very much so."

"And you had sex and are home already. Did you skip the movie?"

"No we saw the movie and had dinner. He put off having sex."

There was silence. Laura waited.

"You know what that means mom?"

"H-he doesn't find me s-sexually attractive?"

"God no mom. He can't believe he's landed up with you."

"What?"

"He's over the moon about you and has big respect for you."

"You must have got that wrong."

For a few years mother and daughter had talked frankly to each other about their sex life and this was not the time to pull back. "Mom did he behave chastely when saying goodnight?"

"Um more or less. I pulled out a breast for him and he gave it some attention."

"Gravely or slobbering over it like a pig?"

"Well of those two I'd have to say gravely."

"And he did nothing really sexy like poking a finger into you?"

"No of course not. But he did persuade me to begin jerking him off in the restaurant."

"Mom!" Kelly shrieked. "A restaurant is a public place. You could get seven days if caught."

Laura quavered, "He said it was an art form. The objective was to do it without being caught."

"I believe that mom. Christ there goes my theory about him deeply respecting you. By the way he comes hugely."

"Kelly," Laura protested weakly "Should you be talking to your mother like that?"

Kelly told her mom to keep the situation in perspective; it was no big deal.

She added, "He's apparently sexually familiar with older women and that's why I thought he might appeal to you if you don't mind sharing him. For a guy I found him very sociably and that gives him a head start over that clown you have had clinging to you like mommy's boy."

"I sent Arnold on his way yesterday."

There was a worrying silence but Kelly came through for her. "Mom that means you are extremely hopeful about striking up a stable relationship with this professional seducer."

"Don't you mean womaniser?"

"That's another name for him and there are more. I give you at least a ninety percent change of roping him in if you are comfortable about the age gap and what he does for a living."

"What age gap?"

Kelly laughed and said, "Good one mom. I have to go."

Laura almost danced round the room. Kelly approved of the potential pairing. Kelly's opinion was the only one that mattered. Her girlfriends would be green with envy when she showed up with a guy who'd recently turned twenty-five. She hoped none of her friends would work out the age gap was seventeen years, er and a bit.

CHAPTER 3

Fletch and Laura had dated three times and had not advanced beyond moderate petting, because that's what Fletch wanted and had attempted to explain that. He thought he'd convinced Laura that if they took it slowly they would be assured of their relationship continuing. But this had frustrated Laura because he'd not explained how slowly did he mean by 'taking it slowly' and he'd not defined what kind of relationship he had in mind. Besides she was almost panting for sex; it had been seven days and about eight hours since Arnold had last popped her.

Laura came straight out with it over dinner on their fourth date.

"When can we have sex?" She watched Fletch gulp.

"I'm in the process of accepting the theory there's more to a relationship with a woman than sex."

Laura fired. "What idiotic rubbish."

Fletch blurted in dismay "Excuse me?"

"A woman knows what she wants better than any professor of human sexology or well-informed blogger."

His confidence shaken, Fletch said, "You probably know more about this than I do."

"Damn right," Laura smiled. "Come on we're leaving."

"But our mains..."

"Is food more important to you than sex?"

He took almost half a second to consider that before mumbling of course not.

Laura was astonished they drove to her home in silence. She'd pictured they would be excited, she panting, he with three fingers up her cunt. But no she was shaking and he had the appearance of a man who'd just found he couldn't get an erection.

Damn. She accepted she'd screwed up.

As the garage door rumbled down behind them they still sat in the car.

"Well are we going to fuck?"

"If that's want you want."

"Of course that's what I want," she snapped as she climbed out of her sporty car, only thinking she'd only been focused on what she wanted. She looked across the car roof at him.

"Is that what you want?"

His eyes drilled her. "I've become almost crazy by not fucking you but I wanted to try this theory or relating to you on other channels. I wanted to shove into you the first time I saw you and that desire has not diminished.

Fortunately for Laura her car door was still open so she had something to support her.

"Y-you think like that?"

"Of course I do, I'm a professional seducer of women."

"But from what you're mentioned it would appear you have no professional qualifications and no coaching?"

"I've self-extended my proficiency on the job and focusing acutely on learning about what women want from their reactions and from what they say.

Laura leant against the car for further support. She swallowed. "We can have sex, heaps of it AND develop all other channels."

Fletch looked thoughtful and nodded. "Yes you're right. Move into the house and move your ass as I walk behind you. That hardens my dick and swaying your butt makes you focus on sex."

Bullshit, Laura thought and reaching the bedroom grinned, finding she was almost totally focused on sex.

She yelled gleefully when he threw her on to the bed, tore off her panties and shoved in his dick with her willing assistance.

"Oh god," she panted. "I have been dreaming about this. You better be good."

"I haven't had the need to open a complaints division," he leered. "Remember, the better the woman at fucking the better I perform."

Laura began moving her ass and raining kisses over his chest, absolutely astonished he'd chosen to initiate with her with conventional missionary apart from ripping off her panties and dispending with foreplay.

She closed her eyes and grinned. She'd been around enough to know when she was coupled to a good working dick.

They slept that night and all next day, waking and finding they were ready for another session.

Next evening Laura dragged him out of bed to shower and get dressed. She'd decided to go out to dinner to avoid slumping into sexual exhaustion. She needed a break, a long break. As he'd said last night, he didn't receive complaints and how could she complain about the best seducer she'd ever had?

* * *

On the third day of their liaison Laura called Kelly.

"Hi mom. Your phone was off. Have you away somewhere?"

"No, I'm home. We've been at it three days and. I'm a wreck."

"Mom!" Kelly yelled. "Tell him to lay off. That guy has become a fuck machine and you're forty and not particularly in great shape. He'll kill you."

"Oooh, death by fucking. I hadn't thought of that as a possibility of leaving you darling."

"Well as least he hasn't fucked your brainless. Mom tell him to back off, that you are physically and mentally drained. He'll understand. Actually he is rather sensitive for a guy who is dick-focused."

"But he'll know he's the winner."

"Well just tell him he's the winner. He won't realize he's in a contest. Do it mom or I'll come over and beat the crap out of you."

Laura said haughtily, "There is no need to be aggressive and rude. God you'd be the right woman for marathon sex. Why didn't you try it with him?"

"I didn't think."

"And he can be aggressive. He hurried my into the bedroom pinching my swaying ass and then ripped off my panties and was into me like an animal."

"Jesus, how did you manage that?"

"I told him in no uncertain terms I'd been on three dates with him and without sex. He seemed to sense I wanted to be fucked and fucked without delay. I even made him walk out of the restaurant before our ordered mains arrived."

"Mom you programmed him to operate like you would a machine. He knew what to do without having to think and wondering if you like things such as him blowing on your engorged nipples."

"What?"

"It doesn't matter mom. Just tell him what you want and leave him to get on with the job. I know now of making the mistake of attempting to describe what I wanted blow by blow. That probably confused his instincts and then dampened his ardor."

"Oh you poor darling. Do you want to try with him again?"

"What as a threesome?"

Laura swallowed. She didn't know what to think but heard herself squeak yes.

"Mom that doesn't sound like you?"

"You're my beautiful daughter darling," Laura squeaked.

"Oh yeah."

* * *

The weeks turned into months and not unexpectedly Laura and Fletch saw a great deal of Kelly, often with her new boyfriend in tow. She'd not been given a specific invitation to join her mom in a threesome.

Kelly was so pleased with Fletch because she hadn't seen her mom that happy in years. There was trouble though. Her mom's girlfriends were ignoring her socially and her mom didn't know why. It really upset her and she'd tried asking but felt she'd been given the brush off when told she was imagining it, that nothing had changed, but when she invited any of them to the mall or go to the concert they always had something else on. So Kelly invited Fletch out to lunch when Laura was away visiting her parents. Fletch only accepted when assured it wasn't a sex date and that pleased Kelly to hear him demanding that.

"This is about mom?"

"What am I wearing out her vagina?"

Kelly was so shocked she was unable to reply so gulped down wine.

Recovered she lied. "My mother would never discuss things like that with me. No the problem could be you. Her girlfriends have gone cold on her. It could be envy."

"Yeah the young guy with a big dick fantasy."

"I know for a fact with you that's no fantasy," Kelly said and then realizing she'd alluding to their former intimacy turned very bright pink.

He grinned and said he'd needed all he had for her big cavern. At that she almost died before her thoughts turned murderous but then he captured her attention.