Shy... (18 page)

“That’s the thing, sweetie.” The older woman sat down.
“Your father’s gone for a conference in Texas and he’s asked me to monitor the
business on his computer at home. What he didn’t tell me is that the computer’s
got a mind of its own and needs something installed and then run to some crazy
sounding specs. I’m all thumbs with that sort of thing, and no brains at all.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Lena smiled. “I’ll get one of my
computer whiz buddies to come down and take a look at it.”

“Oh, I’m not sure.” Carrie looked pensive. “It’s all
in-house private information.”

“Ah, no sweat.” Her step-daughter assured her. “Dalton’s
been a friend for years, Dad knows him too. He’s a real genius when it comes to
computers. He can, like, fix everything in five minutes.”

“That sounds impressive.” Carrie wondered aloud. “Is he from
your school?”

“Yeah, but now he’s at MIT or something.” Lena nodded.
“He’s, like, a very smart guy, but a little shy though.”

“Is he cute?” Carrie leaned forward. “Are you dating him?”

“Gosh, no way,” The blonde laughed. “He’s a total nerd, I
never thought of him more than a friend.”

“Sounds good.” Carrie smiled brightly. “Let’s give him a
call then, and get things going.”

“When’s a good time?” Lena flipped out her phone.

“Oh, this afternoon will be fine.” Her step-mother sounded
eager. “The sooner I can get the program running the better.”

“Cool, that’s done.” Lena put away her phone. “He’ll be
here in two hours. I’ve got to run… I have band practice all afternoon.”

“Oh, so I’ll be the only one home.” Carrie bit her lip. “What
does he look like?”

“He’s normal looking; nothing outlandish.” Lena yawned.
“Skinny, wears glasses, classic geek.”

“Does he have anything special he likes, as in food or
drink?” Carrie eyed Lena.

“What the heck?” Lena laughed. “I don’t know; get him a
sandwich and milk, maybe.”

“That I can do.” The redhead smiled to herself.

“Okay, I’m outta here.” Lena said, picking up her handbag.
“Dally will be here by three, I’ll see you later tonight.”

“Sure, dear.” Carrie waved at her. “Have fun.”

“Yeah, you too.”

Carrie watched her teenaged step-daughter walking away. The
girl was in good shape, she noted, and her attitude was fairly nice. It was
going to be a good life here, as Mrs. Dawes, the Bacon Baron’s wife.

 ***

She glanced at her wristwatch; it was almost three by the
time she was done with lunch, watching her favorite TV soap.  The boy
would be there soon. She was looking forward to it. It had been a while since
she was alone with a younger man and that too in the safety of her own home.
Porker was a good husband, he gave her everything she wanted, except what she
really wanted, satisfaction in bed.

“Good lord, what am I thinking?” Carrie admonished herself.
“He’s just a kid and Lena’s school friend. And besides he might be a total
weirdo.”

But he wasn’t. The tall young man looking back at her as
she answered the door was anything but weird looking. He was as normal as any
young man his age. He wore a plaid shirt and jeans, carried a small bag over
his shoulder and large framed glasses rested on his plain but slightly handsome
and freckled face. His red hair was closely cropped and his eyes were as green
as hers. The young man stood looking at her in silence.

“Oh, hello there.” Carrie held out her hand, “You must be…”

“Dalton.” He said softly, averting his eyes from her
intense gaze. “Dalton Timmins.”

“Yes, Dalton.” She breathed. “I’m Caroline Dawes. Come on
in.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Dawes.” He nodded, stepping inside.

“Oh, call me Carrie.” She laughed lightly. “Can I offer you
something, Dalton, a sandwich, a beer?”

“Oh no, I’m good.”  He shook his head shyly. “May I
see the computers?”

“Ah, a get to work kind of guy,” She smiled at him. “I like
that.”

“Er… yeah.” He almost blushed.

“Right this way, Dalton.” She led him to the study and
switched on the three machines. “Take a look at them, the information is all in
these manuals and it’s all Greek to me. I have to take a quick trip to the
ladies’ room, I’ll be back soon.”

“Sure, no problem, Mrs. Dawes.” He nodded again, admiring
the high performance computers. “Take your time.”

“It’s Carrie.” She wagged a slender finger at him.

“Um… yes, sure. Carrie. Thanks.” He stuttered; much to her
amusement.

Carrie walked away smiling. He was terrified of her, it
seemed. He would be like putty in her hands. She liked the way he stole sneaky
glances at her breasts, she just had to show him more of her. He was cute
enough, and had a decent body. Lena downplayed his attractiveness probably
because she had other, more interesting men to fool around with. But Dalton
looked good enough for Carrie right then.

She slipped into the master bedroom and took off her demure
little dress. She grabbed her slinky lace underwear. Slipping on the panties,
she shivered at the feeling of the sheer smoothness against her skin. The
crotch cradled her pussy perfectly while the thong slipped in between her
perfect round ass cheeks. She slipped in the bra next. Black transparent half cups
stretched to contain her soft, voluptuous globes making for an eye popping
cleavage. She slipped a soft white robe over her shoulders; leaving a decent
enough opening in front to show off her sexy bra. Her high heels clicking on
the stairway going down, she headed back to the study like a cougar on the
prowl, ready to eat her hapless prey whole.

When she walked back into the study, Dalton was busy
working his magic on the computers. He had a very pensive and serious look on
his youthful face, focused intently on the computer screens. She stood for a
while silently, watching him as he expertly wove his way around the maze of
computer programs.

“How’s it going, hon?” She asked him throatily.

“Just about done, Mrs. Dawes.” He said, not looking at her.

“Sounds good.” She breathed. “Lena was right about you.
You’re a wizard with computers.”

“It was hardly anything.” He blushed. “Just a few commands
to execute.”

“Oh, really.” She leaned over him from behind, peering into
the screen. “Show me how, so I can work it myself next time.”

“S… sure.” He said, feeling uneasy at the proximity between
them.

“From the beginning.” She nodded, placing a hand on his
shoulder.

“Uh… yeah.” He stammered. “You start this program… and, um,
you enter this command when the box pops up.”

“Oh, I like pop ups.” She breathed huskily into his ear as
she leaned on him.

“Uh… yeah.” He swallowed hard. “Then you hit this key… and
wait for the program to load.”

“Load?” Her lips brushed his ear.

“Yeah, uh… Mrs. Dawes.” His voice quavered. “It means the
program is starting up.”

“Hmm, sounds good.” She almost nibbled his ear. “How long…
does it take?”

“Ah, about three minutes…” He sniffed, wiping the sweat of
his brow.  

“Oh, that’s quick.” She rose up slightly and leaned in
again. Her heavy breast rested on the back of his neck, she felt him jerk a
little.

“Mrs. Dawes…” His voice was barely audible. “The next
command goes… here.”

“Stick it in, darling.” She leaned on him a little more,
squashing her soft breast on his neck and shoulder.

“Uhh, yeah… enter this comm… command.”  He stammered,
his skin growing hot.

“Yes, Dalton.” She whispered. “Enter it now.”

“Uh, yeah, and that’s about it.” He sighed, his shoulders
sagging.

“And what is this thing, this software thing all about?”
She stood up and put her hands on her hips.

“It’s the programs that you needed to install to run on the
computer.” He answered, relieved that she had moved away from him.

“And what about this hardware requirement thing it’s asking
about?” She eyed him intently.

“Hardware is the basic physical requirement in your
computer, all the separate physical components…” He looked at her cleavage and
quickly averted his eyes.

“Wow, Dalton, you’re really smart.” She smiled and walked
up to him.

“Um, yeah…” He took a step back. “It’s just the basics,
that’s all.”

“Mm-hm, the basics always work best.” She was almost
bumping into him again as he pressed against the table.

“Uh, yeah, always.” He pushed his glasses back up the
bridge of his nose. “Er… we’re all done here, Mrs. Dawes… I have to be going
now.”

“Oh, no.” She shook her head, her red curls swirling around
her flushed face. “I still have more software for you to look at, and call me
Carrie.”

“Uh, okay… where is it?” He looked around the room.

“Right here,” She breathed huskily, pressing her body close
to his. “I want to test it on your hardware.”

 ***

“Huh?” He looked at her wide eyed. “What… er… where is the
software?”

“Right here.” She stepped back and undid the belt on her
robe and let the soft fabric drop to her ankles.

She stood before his awestruck eyes in the slinky black
lace underwear, her smooth skin gleaming, round milky breasts heavy and soft
belly quivering. His eyes looked like they would pop right through his
spectacle lenses. She laughed gently, making her soft, shapely body jiggle.
Carrie stepped up and grabbed his shirt collar, yanking his face close to hers.

“Mrs. Dawes… but I… oh, no…” He babbled frantically as her
smoldering emerald green eyes locked into his pools of verdant liquid.

“Shut up, Dalton.” She hissed. “And call me Carrie, for
chrisakes.”

“But… but… Mrs., uh, Carrie… what are you…” His voice was
high pitched and he shook with fright.

   “I’m thanking you for a job well done.” She
closed her mouth over his, pushing her tongue inside.

Dalton’s whole body shook as she clung to him and hungrily
sucked on his tongue. He staggered back, his hands sliding on the smooth
leather-topped table. His eyes wide with fear, he struggled against her
advances. She released his tongue and pushed herself off him.

“What are you doing, boy?” She demanded. “I thought you
were smart. Do I need to spell it out to you with crayons?”

“Bu… bu… but, Mrs. Daw… Carrie.” He scrambled off the
table. “I’ve never… I mean...  I don’t know…”

“So you’re a virgin.” She smirked. “And how old are you?”

“Nineteen… and a few days.” He looked at her intense eyes
then dropped his gaze to her heaving breasts, swallowing hard.

“Just about the right age to lose that tag.” She put her hands
on her hips. “Look, kid, I’m offering you a free ride… you won’t get it better
than this.”

“But… but, you’re Lena’s mother…” he looked about ready to
cry. “You’re a married woman.”

“Jeez, Dalton.” She shook her head. “You need to get out
more. And judging by the tent in your pants, you need to get out now.”

“Uh, okay.” He hastily rose to leave.

“No, you idiot.” She grabbed his belt buckle. “I mean you
need to get out of your pants and let a real woman show you how to live your
life to the full.”

“My pants… oh, shit.” He looked down at the raging animal
trying to tear its way out of his jeans.

“Enough talk.” She hissed, pushing him down on the table
and unbuckling his belt. “Your over-developed brain might be resisting this,
but your normal body knows better.”

“Oh, no… please.” His face went ashen as she yanked his
jeans down along with his boxers.

“Holy mother of everything…” She gasped as a foot long
throbbing monster sprang up before her face. “You’ve been hiding this beauty
from the world… that should be a capital crime.”

“I… I… oh, shit.” Dalton closed his eyes and covered his
face with his hands in embarrassment.

“Oh, drop the retiring act… be a man, you pansy.” Carrie growled,
grabbing the base of his raging erection and holding it up to her face. “Such a
piece of art, it’s breathtaking.”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the
scent of his virgin arousal. Dalton’s body shivered as he lay flat on the large
table, his erection at the mercy of a wild eyed, red haired cougar. Carrie
laughed, languidly stroking his cock and softly kissing the red hot head. Lena
was not expected back for at least three hours, she could make the most of that
time playing with her new boy toy.

 “Oh, Mrs. Dawes… this is wrong… so wrong.” The
freckled youth babbled, his body stiffening each time she kissed his erection.

“Shut up, Einstein.” She hissed. “Let your body do the
talking… it knows what’s right for you.”

Carrie move her mouth up and down the entire length of his
shaft kissing every inch of it. She held the base between her finger and thumb,
pressing down, feeling the pulsing throb of his organ. Her lips made slurping
sounds as she sucked on the rigid surface. She rose up to the red hot head,
swirling her tongue over it, tasting his pre-cum as it oozed out and trickled
down the length of his cock. She dived back down, taking his balls in her mouth
and sucking each orb hard over the sac. Dalton stiffened, his breath coming in
short gasps.

“You like this, baby.” She purred as his body twitched.
“You like me sucking your big fat cock.”

“Uhh, yeah… Mrs. Dawes… I never imagined…” He mumbled,
shivering in ecstasy.

“Well, this is real… you can imagine it as much as you like
after.” Carrie told him, between mouthfuls of his organ.

Her fingers held the base of his cock really tight,
stemming any chance of ejaculation. Dalton groaned, the intense erection
throbbed painfully, but her lips and tongue were like a soothing ointment on
his hot flesh. She took the entire cockhead into her mouth, sucking it hard,
swirling her slithering tongue all over it. She caressed his smooth thighs with
her left hand as her right squeezed down hard on his cock. She looked into his
eyes and went down on him balls deep.

Dalton gasped out loud, shivering at the sensation of her
gurgling throat engulfing his entire cock. She was a devouring demon,
swallowing his cock whole. Her eyes began to water, but she pressed down even
more. He bucked his hips, the buzzing of her throat on his cockhead driving him
wild. His balls tightened and his cum churned inside looking for release. She
pulled back off him, grabbing his cock hard and shaking her head.

“No, not yet, my love.” She stared intensely at the waving
member as it pulsed red hot. “I still have a lot more work to do on you.”

“Oh, Mrs. Dawes… I’m in agony… but it feels so good.” The
youth whimpered.

 ***