Tutoring Session

She made a few final adjustments to her attire, eagerly she admired herself in the hall mirror, she wanted everything to perfect for him. As the doorbell rung off the hook for three times simultaneously. "Hold on! I'll be there in a second." She huffed and made her way to her door. "Well Nora, here goes nothing."

He stood outside her door, wondering if he made a mistake in coming here. He adjusted the bags of food he'd picked up on his way over in his hands. He wasn't expecting her to have eaten; and besides, he always felt that it's NOT a woman's job to cook for a man, it's a mutual thing that is to be shared equally. Not to mention hands as beautiful and well kept as hers deserved more than to just labor over hot stoves for lonesome dinners for one. "Ms. Harshwhinny?" He called to her inside, "I brought you...us dinner." he said just as she opened the door.

"Oh! Why John, this is...so thoughtful." She said to the big brown bags that she looked at when she first opened her door for him. He held them in his arms covering his face, but he peeked out from behind the bags and smiled at her as he did so.

"So where's the kitchen?" He asked holding his friendly smile crossing her threshold.

"Well there's not much to Casa De Harshwhinny hun, so really you can't miss it." She instructed him as she closed the door. She didn't expect much in him bringing food over; with her the most things to eat was a small salad and an activia on a good night, and some Thai takeout whenever the lonesomeness and longing really got to her. 'Probably brought over some greasy burgers from a burger stand.' She thought to herself. 'Well guess I can't blame him for it or complain, he is just a "youngster" what would he know about.' Her thoughts were interrupted as he placed the bags down on her kitchen table; from one he pulled a round plastic covered tray almost like a gelatin mold, and lifted the lid off. In doing so he revealed the tray's contents to be a fresh shrimp cocktail ring with sauce.

"John? Shrimp cocktail?" She said her eyes lighting up at the sight of such a delicacy. "I...I don't know what to say except....This surely must have cost you a bundle." She broke out into hard blushes and brushed her skirt down with a nervous giggle.

"It's no trouble at all Ms. Harshwhinny, It's the least I can do after...today, you know?" He said smiling nervously and taking the next tray from the bag; he popped the lid of it and the second tray held a cluster of oysters on the half shell over a bed of ice, a few halves of lemons for squeezing, and a garnish of parsley sprigs. Harshwhinny had never taken the rambunctious and impudent young man before to have a side of finer tastes that rivaled the gourmets and connoisseurs she once dreamed of touring the world with, but was moved none the less by the notion. She was drawing ever closer to the point of no return, and she didn't care.

They sat and ate in near silence for a bit, before she felt the need to break the icy silence. "So, I take you understand why I asked you over?" She asked with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. as she shucked the shrimp from its shell almost...enticingly with just her lips and tongue. Looking at him with soft half lidded eyes.

"Ms. Harshwhinny? I...I really am sorry about how I was this afternoon I guess I just like to fuck up all the time and make a grade A ass of myself for no reason." He said as he sucked the tender watery oyster from its shell. He reached over the the cocktail ring only to have Harshwhinny's soft hand land on his; he looked up at her, she was smiling softly at him, she understood.

"I know there's good in you John, and you're not a fuck up." She said softly taking his soft but firm gripping and strong hand into her slender feminine hand. "You just need..." She paused thinking gazing at him eyes locked together, they both knew the answer.

"What about you Ms. Harshwhinny? What else do you see in me to want me over here?" He said taking his shades off and setting them down the table; his eyes shone back at her like gemstones, which ones she was too lost in them to say.

"I..I think you're a bit mischievous...maybe even devious here and there; but I know that deep down your heart's in the right place, and it always will be." She said inching her face to his slowly and closing her eyes just a bit, before her lips collided not with his own, but his hand. He had placed in front of her! Blocking her advances? Why? Playing hard to get?...or second thoughts?

"Are you sure?" He asked softly planting a warm kiss on her cheek and brushing a few locks of her hair out of the way looking at her with a look of pure concern. Though many more questions went through him; What will people say if they find out? does this feel wrong to you? what if?...what if i get you? He was just about to ask that very question when she raised a hand of her own.

"Whatever happens...I won't have any paternity done; nor will I make you pay anything, I think it'd better that way to be honest, I'll tell them you we're a police officer or a firefighter that died in the line of duty and I couldn't bear to keep your old things." She didn't tell him about the bottle of plan B pills she had bought on the way home and had patiently waiting in her medicine cabinet. She leaned in again, he didn't stop her this time.

Her lips slowly pressed against his; he didn't open his mouth up for her, possibly to see if she would make that move first. She giggled like one of her own schoolgirls and blushed as she allowed the younger; strapping male leeway into her mouth, parting it ever so slightly. His slender and almost prehensile tongue picked at her teeth as her mouth opened wider and and wider, before locking and wrestling with her own. A moan escaped her; a kind she hadn't let out in so long, as his hand squeezed around the waist of her red skirt, just teasing with going under the hem to the tight red panties that were slowly getting soaked with her arousal at just being kissed and held.

He moved them back up north to her blazer; slowly undoing the buttons as their lips parted. She looked at him blushing hard as he opened her blazer up, he nuzzled the fabric of her blouse, he could feel the softness on his cheeks as the jacket hit the floor. He licked and kissed the exposed flesh of her neck giving it a soft bite every now and then, making the older woman close her eyes in bliss and gasp as she ran her fingers through his hair.

He looked up at her smiling, all worries and nervousness gone as he asked. "You ready?" as he skillfully unzipped his motorcycle boot and kicked them off, followed by his jacket, which he placed on the back of the chair. She eyed it softly admiring the crimson James Dean leather.

"leave the jacket on for me?" She asked seductively swaggering over to her couch and collapsing back onto it, her legs spreading but still kept in check by her red skirt and underwear. As she lifted her blouse over her head and lay there like a sultry vixen on the couch looking back at him in just her skirt; shoes, stockings, bra and panties.

"Only if you keep your heels and stockings on." Was his only answer.