Southern Hospitality

He bit his lip to stifle any response and swiftly made his way upstairs to the relative safety of his own room, letting out a relaxed sigh, glancing at his phone, still on his desk as if expecting it to buzz. To his relief, it remained silent.

The rest of the evening proceeded without incident, allowing him the opportunity to relax and unwind. To help him with this, he spent an hour on facetime with Veronica, one his friends. She seemed a little off, constantly trying to hide and stifle small laughs and giggles. He figured she must have been watching something funny on YouTube as they were speaking but he was uncertain.

Eventually, though he found himself yawning, a tiredness setting in and he made his excuses to Veronica, she waved, a bright and almost teasing smile on her lips as she shook her head, giggling again as she hung up the call.

He stretched his arms out as he made his way to the bathroom. As he entered, intending to step into the shower he spotted himself in the mirror.

The same slender teen looked back at him as had the night before. But planted on the soft skin of his cheek was a very vibrant and incredibly obvious lipstick mark, the colour a dark cherry and perfectly shaped like Laura's luscious lips.

He stared at himself, humiliated and embarrassed, realising now what his mom and Veronica had been laughing about. Flushed with colour he rolled up a bunch of toilet roll and dampened it with water, started to dab and rub at the lipstick, but it only served to smear it around.

Biting his lip in concentration he opened up the bathroom cabinet and poked through the bottles until he found his mom's makeup remover and some white cotton balls. He'd seen his friends use these often enough that embarrassingly he knew how to remove makeup. He added a drop of creamy fluid to the cotton ball and started to wipe gently at his face.

A coldness spread across the cheek that began to burn after a few moments, but to his relief, the makeup was starting to come off. He worked at the stain until finally, his skin was clear of her lipstick, albeit red where he had been rubbing.

Despite his humiliation, he saw no point in dwelling on it. His mom wouldn't mention it and for all Veronica knew it had been a classmate who had left the mark, they wouldn't suspect the cougar next door. He set about getting ready for bed, avoiding contact with his mom. For tonight at least the humiliation was a little fresh in his mind.

He showered, washed, dried and pulled on his boxers. He had a drink of cool water and brushed his teeth before heading off to the comforting embrace of his bed. He switched off the light and climbed under the covers, finally letting out a breath of relaxation and feeling the flush from his cheeks diminish. He could kind of see the funny side of it.

As he lay under his covers he bit his lips, his thoughts kept straying to the sight of Laura, at her door, on display to him. Not a young delicate little twig like his friends, but a full figured buxom woman.

He bit his lip and moved his hand down into his boxers, feeling his hand wrap around his hard cock, feeling it throb in his hands. He closed his eyes and started to work his own shaft, his mind filled with thoughts of her as he played with himself.

He writhed in his bed a little, hand moving up and down his cock as he thought of her, thought of her naked, of them together, she had certainly enraptured him. "A-ah... Laura.." he whispered to himself as he came, rather quickly, dirtying a sock with his small load as he relaxed back into the hot sheets, tossing the sock onto the floor and soon finding himself asleep.

He awoke in the morning to another pretty normal day. His everyday routine passed without incident, save for a smirk from his mom and some teasing from Veronica, though she seemed genuinely happy for him, her curiosity to discover who had kissed him was persistent and unashamed, but to her chagrin, he remained resolute in his secrecy.

He returned home to find his mom looking somewhat sheepish, holding out a very familiar laptop in front of her. "Um.. Laura said she thinks she accidentally deleted a bunch of important photos while sorting them and wondered if you could save them? She sounded very worried.."

He stared at the laptop incredulously. He hadn't even been in the house for five minutes, he hadn't even gotten his shoes off. "...Fine." he said, taking the laptop, his voice conveying his annoyance and frustrations.

"..If you get them back maybe she'll give you another thank you kiss?" She teased a little, trying to brighten his spirits.

He let out a soft little sigh but smiled to her. "Heh, yeah, maybe." He tucked the laptop under one arm and kicked his shoes off, wandering upstairs. No messing around tonight. He'd see if he could recover them and get the laptop back to Laura within half an hour.

He set the laptop down on the still cleared space on his desk and opened it up, switching it on as he turned on his own PC, settling down in his chair and stretching his arms out above his head with a yawn, blinking a few times as he relaxed.

He watched as the laptop logged in, pleased to see his small array of security programs hum into life. His first port of call was 'My pictures' and to his surprise, it wasn't full of photos of herself as he half expected, maybe half hoped, in that pink gown of hers..

He shook his head. She had probably just deleted them. He closed the folder and glanced about the desktop, the recycling bin had the telltale sign of having items in it and he found himself rolling his eyes. Of course. Where else.

He opened the recycling bin and felt his heart skip a beat. It was full of photos of herself. Without any pink gown however. Or, he noted, any kind of clothing at all.

Heart pounding in his chest he selected all the files and hit restore, fumbling at the mousepad to take him back to the photos, opening the first one he came across.

She was laid back on presumably her bed, her makeup applied to perfection, her hair styled, an arm under breasts lifting and presenting them, to the camera which she held in the other hand, lips pursed.

Picture after picture, pose after pose flooded his mind and before he knew it he had his cock in his hand, glancing between the pictures and the door as he worked himself up to a fervour as each picture flitted past. He was getting close, so close. A picture of her breasts. A picture of her ass. A picture of her cock. A picture of... What? What was that? He went onto the previous picture, his hand slowing.

She had a cock. And looking at it, it was nigh on twice the size of his. Not to mention twice as thick. The space around her cock was smooth and hairless, the erect length dominating the view of the camera, though the underside of her breasts and the bedding to the sides confirmed it to be her, no dick pics mixed in with her lovely lot.

He didn't know what to think or what to do. He bit his lip, finding his cock still hard between his thighs, curiosity driving him onwards to the next image, then the next. Different shots now, different angles, some showing her gripping it at the base, some focusing on the tip and a drop of pre that had formed there.

He bit his lip, his hand back on his cock, getting close, oh so close. His phone buzzed! The sudden noise caused him to gasp in surprise, shoving his hardness back into his pants and looking in shock towards the door, expecting to find it open. He hesitated, it was closed. He looked confused for a moment before his thoughts caught up to him, his attention turning to his phone.

"Hey, have you had a chance to look at my laptop yet?"

He blushed crimson, the moment having passed he closed the laptop, feeling an odd mix of guilt and shame as to what he had almost came to. He wasn't.. He wouldn't..

"Yes, I'll bring it back to you in a minute."

"Did you like what you saw?"

He stared at what the message said. He couldn't reply.

"Answer me."

Again, he couldn't reply, he was frozen in an instant.

"If you want to see more, I'm right next door."

She had to be kidding.

He shuffled his feet anxiously, glancing down at his phone and her text message. If you want to see more, I'm right next door. He couldn't even bring himself to reply to the text and yet his feet had carried him here to her, laptop under an arm. If I want to see more? Why would I want to see more of that?

He slipped his phone into his pocket, this was insane. What was he doing? He turned to leave, taking a couple of short steps away from the door, pausing when he heard it swing open behind him..

"Well, come in.." came her smoky voice, hungry.

He turned around to make his apologies but fell short, blushing brightly at what he saw. She was again wearing her pink silk robe, the only difference from the night previous was that is was untied at the waist and far more open. It ran down the outside of her breasts, her voluptuous bust on full display, peaked with dark nipples that stiffened visibly in the cool air. As his eyes trailed down her mature body he saw, in person, her very real cock, soft between her thighs.

She beckoned to him with a finger and a smirk, her beautiful face again highlighted by her flawlessly applied makeup and that cherry lipstick that had caused him so many issues.. He nodded and stepped inside, into the lair of the beast.

"I knew you would come..." she said softly, stepping up behind him and looping her arms around his willowy waist, embracing him. He could feel her breath on his neck as she kissed his bare skin there, the swell of her large, warm breasts pressing against his smooth back. "Put that silly laptop down.."

"I-I just wanted.. Just wanted to return this.." Ash stammered somewhat weakly as he set the laptop down on the small table just inside the door.

He moved his hands cautiously to hers, intending to pry them off him, but instead he squeezed a little as she bit gently at his neck. "A-ah.. Laura.."

"Mm.. I just love it when you say my name.. I can't wait to hear you scream it.." she teased as she urged him forward, nudging her swelling cock into his ass to persuade him to move forward, her full hips swaying as she sauntered after him, not giving him a moment to reconsider what he'd given himself to and certainly not giving him a moment to change his mind or freak out.

Ash looked around, eyes wide with surprise, as she steered him into the bedroom, he got a chance to look around, the duvet on the bed was folded up neatly on the floor, just leaving a selection of pillows, the area lit by a series of red candles laid out in strategic places around the room.

"You.. You were waiting for me.. How did you know I would come?.." he asked, turning around again to look at her. She stood in the doorway, hands on the frame above her head, hips tilting in an attractive angle, her cock semi hard between her thighs and rising, pulsing softly.

"Mm.. Lucky guess?" she smirked a little and stepped forward, shoving his chest.

He let out a gasp and stumbled backwards, falling onto the bed with a surprised little squeak. His heart was hammering in his chest as he looked up at her, walking towards him, her cock poking out in front of her. "But that's not the question you should be asking me, my darling boy.." her voice was edged by a teasing tone.

She straddled his waist, sitting atop him, her heavy full balls resting on his groin as her cock pointed up towards him, her fingers deftly moving to start sliding his shirt up his body, urging his arms over his head she could lift it off, kissing up his chest as it was revealed, her heavy full breasts dragging across his body.

"A-ah! Laura.. What.. What's the question I should... Should ooh.. Ask?" he said softly between anxious little whimpers and moans, looking down and watching as she kissed his chest, pausing to nip at his sensitive nipples with her teeth.

"Mm.." She pulled his shirt off and cast it aside, leaning down, her breasts squishing against his chest wonderfully as she pressed her lips to his, sharing a warm intimate kiss, he could taste sweetness and red wine. "You should ask what I do for a living.." she tilted her head, her golden locks falling about his face as she leant in, teasing her tongue between his lips and indulging herself in a deeper, more sultry kiss, eagerly pressing her hard, thick shaft against his bare smooth stomach.

He whimpered into the kiss, writhing softly against her, but found his arms soon under her silken gown, rubbing her back, pulling her to him slightly, he couldn't help himself, she was intoxicating. To be touched, to be kissed, to finally have someone who wanted him, lusted for him, he was helpless to that feeling of being wanted, needed. But what did her question have to do with anything, he turned his head to break the kiss, panting out softly as he felt her lips on his jaw and neck, her teeth teasing at his earlobe.

"W-what do you do for a living?.." he breathed out, unsure what it had to do with anything.

She leant up with a hand, taking his chin between thumb and forefinger and tilted his head so he was forced to look at her, her warm honied eyes staring down into his glorious emerald gaze. "Oh sweetness.. I'm an IT consultant.."

She watched the play of emotions across his beautiful feminine face, the initial confusion, the denial, then the beautiful wide-eyed realisation. He opened his mouth, likely to voice his surprise, but she just met him in another deep eager kiss, smothering him with her unbridled affection.

His mind was a haze of confused feelings as he tried to derive the full range of implications of what she had just revealed, feeling her body press down against his, her hands gripping his wrists and pinning them to the bed above his head, displaying her dominance. The whole IT thing had been a ruse? All intended to get him into bed? Had she done all of this to seduce him? He had never so much as had a girl kiss him. And now this beautiful woman had set her sights so fully on him, driven by lust and attraction, that she was barely containing herself from just ravishing him.

She was unique, different. But she wanted him, wanted him like no one ever had, may never will. He had imagined his first time would likely be a drunken awkward affair with whichever one of his skinny white friends had taken the most pity on him. He'd never imagined it would've been with a stunning, busty goddess, and on the receiving end no less. But that seemed a small price to pay if it meant he got to experience this nude intimacy, these hot kisses, this fluttery feeling in his chest.

Laura felt the shift in his demeanour, he had been uncertain, anxious, even a little fearful and tense. But she felt him relax into her, felt his tongue swirl around hers as his soft delicate hands slid down her sides and over her hips, gripping and squeezing her thick soft ass.

She gasped as she broke the kiss, "A-ah! Ooh.. Look at you.. So keen.." she grinned some and sat up, inching up his body so the thick tip of her hard, throbbing cock was presented before his lips. She laughed a little teasing him as she bopped it playfully against his plush soft lips, looking at the half-lidded expression on his gorgeous little face. "Mm.. Why don't you show me just how keen you- ah!"

Laura had been just teasing, trying to get him to relax and not be so afraid of the weapon she wielded, she hadn't anticipated him parting his lips and drawing the head of her cock into his lips, wrapping it in the warm, sweet perfection of his mouth.

She sensually bit her full lip and urged her hips back and forth slowly, each motion inching her further forward, keen to test just how eager he was as she slowly pressed herself deeper, deeper inside his inviting mouth.

She looked down at him, lips parted as she watched her thick cock slip between his lush lips, his eyes closed as he focused on pleasuring her, his tongue working around her tip, lavishing the underside as he pressed deeper, soft moans emanating from him as she sensually ground her hips against him, her hand reaching down into his trouser pocket..

He opened his eyes as he felt her hand briefly against his thigh and saw that she had taken his phone out of his pocket. He blushed as she held it up and the tiny light in the corner blinked red a few times, the slow movements of her hips never stopping as she moved to capture the first moments of him worshipping her cock. "I'm just giving you some pictures to jerk off to later after you've finished pleasuring me, sweetness.."

He blushed some and looked up at the camera, at least she was using his phone to document his new found talent for cock sucking and not her own. She wouldn't be able to use the images or footage to blackmail him. He gagged, arching his back and squirming as she pushed just a little too deep.

He shut his eyes and focused on the experience of a cock sliding in and out of his lips, his tongue exploring every unique inch with its hard yet soft feeling, enjoying each bump, ridge and vein.

He let out a surprised little whine of protest as she pulled her cock free from his mouth, taking his glasses and setting them down with his phone and rolling over onto her back beside him, her head propped up by the pillows, her silk gown wide and revealing, "Keep going.."

He panted softly and swallowed down an excess of his spit and her pre, nodding a little as he rolled onto his stomach and crawled between the warmth of her parted legs. She looked down at him, her dark eyes twinkling in the candlelight as he nestled himself between her plush, bare thighs.

He wrapped his small fingers around the base of her throbbing cock, she didn't need to urge him on, he was more than keen enough to lick up the length of her shaft to the slick, shining tip and took it into the wet hot embrace of his luxuriant mouth.

She tilted her head back against the pillows as her hands slid across her bedsheets, gripping and bunching them between her fingers as pleasure she hadn't felt in years flowed through her form. Pleasure more intense than any self-derived handjob or pleasure sleeve. A real genuine boy, willingly sucking her cock.

He rolled his lips up and down the length of her shaft, letting out soft little eager moans with each bob, his lips gliding half the way down her shaft until the tip poked at the entrance to his tight enticing throat.

She rolled her hips, eager to press deeper, but reluctant to force and maybe hurt him, after all, she didn't want this to be a one-time affair. If she got her way this would be a daily activity, one she could even invite some friends along to..

"Do you think you can.. Ah.. Take it into your throat?.." she asked, chewing on her dark cherry lip as she watched him engulf her cock, he arched his back, looking up at her with lustful emerald eyes and pressed himself down, she watched as he sucked her cock deep into his mouth, pressing against the entrance to his throat, so close!

He gagged and pulled his mouth up and off her cock, wincing as he panted softly shaking his head a little, "N-not without practising.." he said, his voice breathy, soft and light.

Not without practising.. They'd just have to get to work practising then, wouldn't they? She could lay him on his back, tilt his head over the side and just slide her cock in down his-

"Maybe you could fuck me though?.. You know.. If you want.." he followed up.

Her train of thought derailed and she blinked, surprised for what she had just heard. She looked down at him, his eyes trusting as his soft girlish hand stroked her slick, spit coated cock. "..W-what?" she asked, suddenly finding herself on the back foot. Had he really just..?

He blushed crimson, it had taken him all his strength just to muster the words once. But as he looked up at her, her gorgeous, albeit mature figure filling his mind, a goddess of a woman, despite her throbbing 'womanhood', interested in him of all people. After years of loneliness despite his friendship circle, this wasn't an opportunity he would dare let slip away.