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There was finality about her stance and words that made him realise that nothing would happen now. Then in an off hand way she seemed to dismiss him and move on. He hung around to fill in if additional deliveries were needed. Sherrie was now allowing him every liberty except fucking.
Despite the fact that she allowed him every liberty with her body, he had not succeeded in getting Sherrie to touch him. Gradually as the evening and day wear items were completed and summer swim wear and under wear came out the younger ones played a more prominent part.
Tom quickly realised that women in their thirties had great bodies and most had time to spare.
Women and girls of all sizes, shapes, colours, and ages frequented the mall; it was like a giant smorgasbord for the boys. You should have seen some of them in bikinis. His hand stroking her butt moved quickly around between her legs to rub her mound. They had spied a few eights and nines but no tens. He had been more insistent, more sexually aggressive tonight than he normally would have been.
Tom and Charlie rated their finds on a scale of one to ten. His hands reached again to pull her back into his arms where he proceeded to kiss her until she relaxed. Mrs Turnbull worked hard showing the young mothers how to walk seductively and show off her items to advantage. Lexie Johnstone was enjoying herself. His father had been a top rider and ran the local auto accessory shop.
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She looked around pulled him close then kissed him vigorously. He lay on his bed at night recalling the sheer animal magnetism of her performance.
Tom swore him to secrecy. He had been helpful and she remembered Mary Johnstone and the other mothers remarking that he was good looking. Her thirty eight years had not harmed her appearance. She dressed meticulously, not a hair out of place. Mrs Turnbull had filled his wanking dreams since the fashion parade.
Sex was fairly routine but it was regular.
He thought it might be interesting to see what they looked like. Sensing his disappointment she took his arm and led him to the door.
He heard her gasp as his hand reached her firm round butt and pulled her to him. It took longer before his hand reached her cunt, but once there she would let him finger fuck her but not touch her clit. Her eyes shone as she licked her lips. Listening to talk about dresses and make up, while he shifted and carried what ever the ladies wanted, bored Tom out of his brain. Not even her husband in their courting days had ever confessed to dreaming about her. The schools younger mothers were acting as models.
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Then he generally took Sherrie or Sarah Smith out on his bike. The cheek of the young bugger to just come up and tell her, that after seeing her parade he spent the night dreaming about her. He noted the names of a few women who were apparently keen to play. Sarah had no such inhibitions and found the bike a powerful aphrodisiac. Dave liked tall women but short bubbly Mrs Johnstone had big tits and a round arse that excited him. A ride makes me horny she told him as they laid naked in the cool summer breeze on a picnic table at lakeside. At school his mates teased him about the fashion parade.
While he sipped his drink he studied her. Sherrie would snog for hours before finally letting him kiss her tits.
He had been away two weeks and she surprised how much she was missing him. His fingers had stroked her clit before being brushed away. She finally decided that she would show them by doing it herself. He had agreed and then found that he was the only male student to do so.
Tom knew she was right, he had promised. Even now after her warning his mind was on sex. A sprinkling of older mature women was added to help swell the crowd.
He had been hanging around for a couple of hours when the final rehearsal started in earnest. Kissing Sherrie had added to the fire in his loins. Last weekend his hand had finally reached Sherries cunt. After that assessment he forgot about her as he studied one or two of the other ladies.
Mrs Turnbull was the cause of his frustration.
Tom made his way back to the mall, his horn gradually subsiding as he worked his way through the traffic. Every night he headed for the bathroom to clean up the mess caused by his recollection of her long legs strutting down the catwalk. Tom who had for years helped out at the shop on Saturday mornings was given the restored Harley for his eighteenth birthday. Each afternoon Tom reported to the shop after school. Each night he was forced to resort to what Charlie called Mrs Palm and her five daughters.
Her body moved seductively as the tiny nightie showed more and more tantalising glimpses of the cheeks of her arse and her hard tits. She remembered him now.
Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. The older ladies dominated the early parade. The only saving grace was most deliveries required him to ride his Harley.
He worked until eight each evening. But his ears started to prick up and listen when a few of the younger ladies in their thirties started to gossip about the love life of their neighbours and other mothers. She was dressed in a tight top that was cut low displaying what looked like hard fat nipples. He licked his lips as he remembered the movement of the cheeks of her arse and her tits. She was taken by surprise by the excitement his kiss generated.
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The bike was his pride and joy. Being the only available male made Tom virtually indispensable to Mrs Turnbull and her team.
Mrs Turnbull was a striking woman. Ten was drop dead gorgeous and horny as hell. Feeling her relax Tom slipped his hand up until his fingers could again enter her now sopping wet pussy. As he stood and stared, Mrs Turnbull looked up and for a moment caught him staring.
Within minutes her small hard tits filled his mouth. Tom, who thought twenty was old, studied her as they worked together. At every turn there were girls and women in all types of outfits, from the shortest of shorts to Arabian ladies with only their eyes to be seen.
A little thin she thought as she studied him now at close quarters. She was tall and slim with what appeared to be a good sized pair of tits. Angela Turnbull studied Tom as he spoke.
She felt her cunt grow wet within seconds of his arms encircling her. He bought a malted milk and moved over to the table where she was seated.
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His mother had asked him to help the ladies auxiliary of the schools parents and citizens committee conduct their fashion parade. He had left the hotel after the parade as horny as hell. Tom was horny. Late that Saturday night Sherrie struggled to sit up on their front veranda.
Delivering pizzas had introduced him to a few who rated high on his form guide. When he delivered a pizza to Mrs Johnstone she had told him to call her Mary and invited him for a cool drink while she found her purse. Tom watched her wiggle her backside as he grunted and his prick deflated.
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Why not! Tom was bored. On the night of the fashion parade he had heard the ladies gossip about Mrs Johnstone from the Post Office.