ESPC4: Mrs Gilworthy and the barboy
written by:
maggie2002

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Mrs. Gilworthy and the Barboy

Mrs. Patricia Gilworthy was the well-known widow of the late Felix Gilworthy. Patricia looked at least twelve years younger then her real age of forty-two, she was tucked and toned, with honey blonde hair, a deep tan, sparkling blue eyes, long luscious legs and a tight ass that set men to dreaming about the wicked things they could be doing to her in the dark if they got so lucky .

Mr. Felix Gilworthy had been one of Phoenix's most prominent Criminal Attorneys. He was seventy-three when he died. That was almost two years ago, Patricia had been enjoying her widowhood ever since the night of the funeral.

Felix had married late in life and had no other heirs. He had left his wife a very rich woman. She was so rich that she could afford any vice that suited her fancy, and many seemed to suit her just fine. She could live to be a hundred and never spend all the money. It was an enviable position to be in for a woman.

There is no heat like Phoenix in the summer. Patricia had just finished an early round of golf at her club and she was dehydrated and horny. The dehydration she could fix at the club bar, and maybe if she were lucky she would find someone to solve the other there as well, before another day passed and she ended up bored and restless when it was time for bed.

The club bar was dark and cool; she looked around once her eyes adjusted to the light to see if she recognized anyone. Not seeing any friends, she sauntered to the bar pulled back a stool and sat down. It was always interesting to see what man would have the guts to approach her and try to pick her up.

Several minutes later although she could see the back of the bartender at the end of the bar, no one had come to serve her, nor had any of the customers scattered around the bar approached her.

Patricia was not used to being invisible whatever the reason. She reached for a dish of nuts and casually tossed it over the top of the bar. It landed with a very loud thump and the noise of scattering nuts as she said, "What do I have to do to get a drink?"

He turned slowly, his shirt still only half way on his body. The first thing she noticed after his incredible chest was his penetrating dark brown eyes and sexy smile, almost an Elvis like sneer. The second was his sweptback hair, his small waist and large package already half aroused.

She couldn't help the stray thought that wandered through her brain. "Could she make the boy sing?"

She wasn't sure how old he was, but he had to be at least twenty-one to serve drinks. How could she possibly have forgotten how good a body could look in your twenties. She almost wanted to reach out and touch him just to be sure he was real.

Actually, he was older then he looked, close to thirty and a regular bad boy. While she was organizing her thoughts so was Thorne, the bartender. He smiled to think he had finally met his newest conquest, she just didn't know it yet. He did, because he had done his homework. He knew she was more then slightly kinky and richer then God a great combination.

She could feel the tingle between her thighs as she looked up into his soulful brown eyes as he pulled the shirt up and over his body. "All you have to do is ask lady, I'm all yours." He drawled in some kind of southern accent.

She certainly hoped he would be, as she asked,

"I'm hot, anything you can suggest to cool me off?"

He smiled at her and said, "Depends on how fast you want it, and how bad you want it to be?"

"The drink I want now, so something uncomplicated will do, the other can wait until your off duty."

He looked at the clock on the far wall and smiled, "I'm off at two and you're in luck it's almost noon. He was done fixing her a cold vodka martini when he finished speaking, and slid it and a napkin across the bar. She sipped the concoction and smiled, it was exceptionally good.

She slid a large bill on the bar. " This will do, and keep the change." Under the bill was her personal card.

"Meet me there at two thirty, I guarantee you will not be disappointed or unrewarded."

He bent forward and covered her hand. "My name is Thorne, and the pleasure of your company will be reward enough, but I do so love surprises."

She finished her drink and stood up. They understood each other. She hoped he would be as good as he looked. She would stop and buy him a watch, a nice diamond Rolex. She had noticed he wasn't wearing one. He could keep it or pawn it, didn't matter but it was so much nicer then passing him cash.

She hurried home, stopping only at her favorite jewelers to buy him a present. Once inside, door closed, she dropped her clothes as she hurried naked to her bath. She turned on the water and gathering some wine, from her mini fridge, and her favorite erotica as she delicately submerged her body into the deep tub.

She set her timer for one hour. She wanted time for hair and makeup before he arrived. Good first impressions were so important.

The music was very sensual, the water hot, and the wine delicious. She teased herself slowly as she reread some of her most favorite sexy stories. Finally, perched on the edge of what she desired which was a climax to clear her mind and prepare her body for her tryst with Thorne, she swept the water massager over and then into her wet and pulsing center. "Oh God that is so good," she managed to cry out as she came then came again. This was never as good as a man but it did take the immediacy off her encounter with the new boy, and he would have to work that much harder to make her sing to his song.

She wondered what he liked. Men were all different when it came to their cocks. She hoped he liked long, slow cock sucking and fucking. She loved to tease a man. Bring him to the edge several times before allowing him to go over the top. It would be so much better if he allowed her to play her music before they together created a sonata of their own.

Patricia was dried off, every hair in place and she had just set wine and beer to cool and food to thaw out, when the doorbell rang exactly on time.

The man is on time she noted, and smiled. Not early, it showed nervousness or need; not late, it showed contempt but precisely on time. He was a boy to watch; perhaps he was the one she had been searching for since Felix died.

Felix had been a pompous ass, a fat slob of a man who drank to much, ate smelly things and couldn't get his cock up even with Viagra for support. He was however adept at finding men and situations that drove them both sexually insane; he did so enjoy pleasure. She had missed that part of her life. Hopefully this time she would find someone to take her walking with the gods once again.

Thorne came in and greeted his hostess with a small bouquet of flowers. "Shall we talk first lovely lady, or do you want to examine the merchandise." He slowly turned himself around to display his charms.

She grinned, he had looked good at the club but now cleaned up, hair slicked back, still damp from his shower, and dressed in a beautiful white silk shirt and tailored pants he was an over abundance of goodies all waiting for her perusal. She felt like a kid at Christmas and laughingly told him so.

"Would you strip for me Thorne, if I asked nicely?" He nodded and while he did it with practiced ease, she noticed he was blushing ever so slightly. She liked that small sign of his nervousness. She watched fascinated as his rather close to the body compact cock, stretched, filled, and became a formidable weapon of lust. He was average in size but large around, and she ached to tease and taste him. She went to her knees and pulled him close.

Once she had wet him completely and had started seriously to suck his cock, Thorne looked around. The home was well furnished with gorgeous art on the walls, spectacular rugs on the floors and the view of the outside desert was beautiful. The room spoke volumes of the wealth of the people who lived there. This is how Thorne was meant to live.

He pulled her head tighter to his groin and started to pet her hair and whisper how good she felt, how great she made him feel, how once his edge was off he would show her how good he would make her feel.

She felt her heart start to beat faster as he roughly showed her the pace he preferred and when he was finally ready to come after backing off twice to settle himself down he pulled her tight and said, "Swallow every drop beautiful lady or I might have to paddle your bottom for being wasteful."

She came from the excitement as she swallowed his thick sweet crème. She had never came from sucking a man, but her body was still vibrating when he picked her up, pulled her tight to his body and kissed her until their tongues, met and they shared the taste of his crème.

"That was very good beautiful lady, now for your reward although I may still spank you for my own pleasure."

"Would you?" she asked him aching with need, lusting for the pain and the pleasure, wondering if she dared tell him that is something she required.

He looked deep into her eyes and confirmed what he had heard. The rich Mrs. Gilworthy was a pain slut, a woman who needed to be abused ever so delicately sometimes, roughly others, until she soared into the heavens and came explosively for her lovers.

He carefully unbuttoned her dress all the way to the floor and then with a smile used his teeth to unhook the front hook bra and allowed her to drop them both to the floor. At that point, he picked her up and pushing aside the large doors to outside laid her on a chaise lounge on her belly and spread her legs.

"It's hot out here Thorne."

He looked up ,"Not as hot as its going to get, and lowering his head pushed his tongue all the way into her already wet pleasure center. He was right, as the sun beat down on them, she could feel the sweat beading up on her body, but the heat from between her thighs was building even more rapidly and stole her attention. He brought her to the edge once then again backing off just at the right moment each time and winding his way up her body to tantalize her nipples and breasts, and then her neck, mouth, and down her back nipping and sucking at her spine until he reached the cheeks of her ass and tantalized her there as well.. She was in a storm of emotion, caught in the vortex of her lust before he finally whispered; "now it is time to fly my lady."

He clamped her clit between his teeth, worried it like a dog with a bone, as three of his fingers slide deep inside her body, and found her most sensitive spot. That accomplished his other thumb took possession and plundered her tight anus.

She screamed and came. He let her enjoy it until she appeared to be settling down and then he stood and in one surge pushed his cock deep and hard into her molten interior. She came again as his fingers worried her clit pulling, tugging, and rubbing it with teasing strokes.

Finally, able to open her eyes Patricia found that they were mirrored in the glossy finish of the bar-b-que unit on the patio. She could see herself spread out for his pleasure, see his wide open lust covered eyes and the beads of sweat on his upper lip as he stroked within her and gently teased and played with parts of her body she would never have thought were erogenous.

"Patricia," he whispered, "I want you to turn yourself over without losing my cock, can you do that?" She nodded, she could do anything to continue lying on this cloud of sensation he was providing.

Carefully as he held himself, steady, she turned and then he found himself looking into her eyes, as he shoved deep inside her body, touching her cervix with the head of his cock.

"So much better," he murmured as he bent and not only kissed each of her breasts but bit them then licked around his bites. "So a man marks his, and for this moment you are mine." She found herself crying out as she flooded him once again with her juices clamping his cock tight within her.

He stood still buried deep inside her, as she enjoyed herself, and returned to the planet. It was only then that he pulled her legs up and started to paddle her ass with soft feather light slaps. , Once he felt her warming under his hands, he got steadily harder and when the heat and the pain and the pleasure melded and she cried out in ecstasy, he pinched her nipples hard and flooded her with his come and commanded her to climax.

Everything that had been before was nothing-compared to this massive orgasm that tore through her body... She was screaming out in a voice she didn't recognize. No man had ever played her body so well, or brought her so much pleasure. It was that thought that accompanied her into an exhausted sleep.

The smell of coffee woke her up, looking at her clock she could hardly believe it was only two hours since Thorne had arrived.

"He was sitting naked cross legged on her bed, watching her. She opened her eyes and he bent over and kissed her.

"The snacks looked pretty but I wanted food" He pulled her upright. She smiled, sitting on a tray was a huge steak sandwich, a small salad, some fruit in a cup and coffee just as if she loved it double cream and tasting it two sugars.

"How did we get inside? Did you cook this? How did you know how I like my coffee? Why would you go to all this trouble?"

He kissed her again. "So many questions, Patricia. First eat and then we will talk." She nodded, the food did smell lovely, and she could always walk off the calories tomorrow.

He laughed, "You're far from fat, so enjoy the food, and we can work it off later. There is a lot of you, I still wish to explore. You are a very sensual woman and I doubt any man has been up to your standards in a long while."

She got a little teary at that but blamed it on the onions, Oh God onions on a sandwich, they were delicious, and garlic, she would smell terrible.

He kissed her, once she had swallowed what was in her mouth. "I have been eating the same thing we won't notice."

She shook her head, how did the man read her mind. She continued to eat as he pulled back the light covering from her legs and picked up a foot. Smiling he licked out and wiped his tongue across her arch. She almost dropped her sandwich. He then sucked a toe into his mouth and worked it like a man sucking a nipple. She felt sensations coursing their way up her leg into the molten center of her lust.

"Where did you learn to do that? She managed to gasp. He grinned, "Wait until I get to the big one."

Each lick, each suck of her toes, each long slow lick of her feet both top and bottom had her climbing up the long slippery slope to erotic heaven. The man knew women, he knew women better than any man, she had met in twenty years. Even Felix the few times he could keep an erection never came close to what this man managed with her body.

He had been right about the big one. He pulled her large toe into his mouth and sucked it and she shivered in lust. It felt as if he were sucking her clit or her nipples. The sensations coursed through her body and heightened her need, her urgent need to be taken by this incredible lover.

If you had asked Patricia, she would never have thought toes could be erotic but she was crawling with electric current emanating from her feet. She could hear herself begging him to take her one more time. She knew she needed him deep within her to sooth the itch she could feel building in her interior.

He laughed at her, "I'm not ready to fuck you darling, feel free to pleasure yourself. I love to watch a woman as she shows me what makes her come. He reached for a hand and laid it on top of her mound. She looked at him. "Masturbate for you? I have never done that for any man." He smiled," it's a great aphrodisiac Patricia I promise when you come I will take you up that road again and fill you full of my seed."

She shivered then taking her hand wet its fingers and closing her eyes, touched herself; He kissed her nose as he continued to fiddle with her breasts. "No gorgeous woman, keep them open watch me. I want to see you as you fly."

She did as he required and watched him as her fingers long used to self-pleasuring almost with a mind of their own started her on her journey to a climax. He talked to her all the time "Does that feel better softer, why not be rough when you do that? He made her explain what she did and why and to her surprise it made her hotter and made the sensations come faster then usual. Soon the juices were flowing from her insides and coating her legs and he was egging her on to go further, faster, to show him more.

"Did you ever use something in your ass when you masturbate darling?" He asked, and she shook her head no. He grinned, "Where are the toys Patricia? I know you have toys."

She managed to whisper huskily," in the top dresser drawer." He climbed off the bed, told her to continue, he would be right back. She heard him laugh as he opened the zippered case.

"My, oh my, Patricia you are a very naughty girl and I love it."

He came back with two toys and showed them to her, asked her which one she preferred and where was her lubrication. She pointed to the long slender vibrator with the sleeve that prevented you from losing it deep inside your ass. He bent and kissed her mound, nipped at her clit, stuck his tongue deep inside her and wiggled it. She screamed out and orgasmed on his tongue.

He took that moment of enjoyment and relaxation to coat her toy, push it deep into her ass, and turn it on. "Now darling," he crooned in her ear. "Now I am ready to fuck you again. " That said, he pushed her knees up and shoved his cock in one slamming move deep into her hot, wet, seething interior. He could feel the vibrations from the toy, the tightness that it brought to her pussy.

He moved slowly and with deliberate pace to tantalize but not to push her over the wall and into another orgasm. He knew this one would be his last for several hours so he wanted to hold off as long as possible. He often wished for his teen years when multiple orgasms in short times were common. He could still manage four or five times a night with intervals of rest but even that was becoming harder.

He was a pretty boy, with a good body and a smart mouth. He needed somewhere to stop and someone who wanted him and could support his habits. He smiled to himself if he didn't get anxious this might be the woman and the place.

He caressed, kissed, murmured how lovely she was, how excited she made him, felt her mini orgasms wash over her body as he bite, sucked licked and teased. Finally when she couldn't talk only cry out, "Please, oh please Thorne please,"

He pushed her legs up, pulled out the toy and jammed his cock deep into her rich, hot, tight anal region.

He had prepared her well, and she was not an anal virgin, she took him with out a murmur and moaned her acceptance as he pushed his fingers into her pussy, sucked her breast into his mouth and bit her hard enough to draw blood, He could taste it on his tongue.

She stiffened up, as he filled her ass with his crème. He felt her muscles wrap him so tight he was afraid she would break him, as she screamed out and shivering overtook her whole body.

Once again, she passed out, and Thorne had to wait as a dog tied to his mate until her muscles relaxed enough to pull free. He gently cleaned her up and covered her before lying next to her and with a gentle sigh closing his eyes he slept

The hot sun woke him up shining through the bedroom window. Patricia's mouth wrapped around his morning hard-on had been real, not a dream, he smiled as he said, "What a way to wake up I could get used to this service."

Bobbing her head up and down she gently pinched him but never stopped until he had filled her mouth with his crème and his cock had wilted as she held it firm in her mouth.

He reached for her and she lightly slapped his hands away. "My turn to show you my tricks."

He lay back and thought, "she had better be quick I need to pee."

Smiling she stopped. "I just thought you might want the bathroom for a number of things. Let me go get you some coffee and then I will show you my tricks.

He gratefully agreed and stood up and headed for the bathroom. "Can I come and talk to you while you shower?"

He turned, pulled her up and smiled," Forget the coffee, you can brush your teeth while I pee, then we can shower together. If you're really good, I will let you wash my cock."

She laughed, "I thought that was wash your back?" He grinned, "I bet it feels better if it's my cock."

It's funny how you can miss doing humdrum things with a man. It felt safe to be in the bathroom listening to his stream hit the toilet as she brushed her teeth. Suddenly she looked up to see him watching her.

He smiled, "What are you thinking of right this minute?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "That it felt comfortable being in the bathroom with you; usually I am a very private woman."

Suddenly she heard him go "Oh Shit!"

She turned and looked at him. "Is that the right time?" She nodded. "I have to be at the club in twenty minutes to start my shift, and you're an hour away from there. She laughed, picked up a phone and dialed a number.

"Mattie, this is Patricia, I'm afraid I have made your day bartender a little late. He found me with a flat on the road and graciously stopped and fixed it for me. He is cleaning up in my shower now, and will be there in about an hour. Could you do me a big favor? Put an extra hundred in his paycheck and I will give it back to you, the darling refuses to take any money."

She listened for a while, thanked the woman on the other end nicely and promised to go to dinner with her soon, and then made kissy noises and hung up.

Thorne who had gotten into the shower while she talked to his boss reached out an arm and when she took it, pulled her inside. He picked her up, sat her on his hard cock, and whispered in her ear. "The darling wants to fuck you for my reward any problems?"

She couldn't even talk as he held her with his big hands and bounced her up and down on his cock. This was a position she had never been in before, but as she cascaded into an orgasm knew she would certainly try again.

It was fast, hard and very satisfying. He told her not to move, he would pour a cup of coffee on the way out, and she kissed him and said, "Dinner is at eight do you have dress clothes, or should I buy you some?"

He grinned, "I always wanted my own tuxedo, and I will leave a list of my sizes on the kitchen counter. You are a sweetheart."

She finished cleaning up and then went back to bed. The maid was due at two, she would get up then, she needed her beauty sleep to avoid baggy eyes and to have the energy for another night. As she drifted asleep, she thought, "Felix, this one is a keeper."

Thorne on his way to work was whistling happily. He had made great inroads last night and tonight if nothing else, he would have a new tuxedo and another night of hot satisfying sex. The woman was better then most of the women he had fucked in his life and he hadn't begun to touch her kinky side. From the rumors, he had heard she liked a great many off center sexual practices. He grinned at the thought of his toys, so long unused in his trunk.

He had pulled into the country club parking lot before he realized how far his mind had taken him, and how fulfilled both himself and his new woman and their life was going to be.

He locked the door of his car, and headed up the path to the employee entrance then stopped for one last cigarette. He had a thought that made him smile; I wonder if she is young enough still to get pregnant. A child bonds you like nothing else, and he had always wanted a son to pass his knowledge of women on, it was hard won and it would be a shame not to share it with at least one person.

Sighting his boss watching him from the doorway he flicked the cigarette away and whistling went to start his day.

© March 2007