Mature Contents {age difference / mf}

 “Ma’am,” A young male voice called out to someone close to me. I closed my eyes again after the reflex I had of opening them.

     “Ma’am,” the voice said again. I slid my hat down as I looked over my shoulder to see who he talking too. I was sure it was some lady that had fallen asleep in the sun and wearing earbuds. I didn’t see anyone to the left of me and turned my head to the other side. I saw a lightly colored pair of slacks instead. I held the hat to my head as I looked up and saw one of the staff members looking down at me.

     “Ms. Blest?” he asked me.

     “Yes?” I answered him showing that I didn’t know why he would be asking about me. I turned over and sat up on the lounge, to feel the weight of my breasts again, as I waited for his answer.

     “A package arrived for you and we were told to deliver it to you immediately,” he answered as he extended a hand holding a large envelope.

     “Thank you,” I told him as I took it from him. He held on to it as I tried to pull it out of his hand, but didn’t let go until I looked up into his face again. His face was cute but young. He must have been about twenty-two. His frame was on the lean side, but he seemed to have good posture.

     “I hope you are having an enjoyable stay with us Ms. Blest, and if you aren’t, don’t hesitate to ask for my help,” he told me. I smiled without believing what he was saying. I might not be willing to say that I was old enough to be his mother, but I would take a stab at his mother’s slightly younger sister. He stood there for a moment as if waiting for me to tell him something. As I looked him over to really gauge his age, I also wondered how he expected me to ask for him. His shirt didn’t have a name tag on it anywhere.

    “Staying at a hotel is suppose to be enjoyable?” I asked. “I thought it was just suppose to be pleasant and not full of bad surprises?” I added on before looking down at my watch. It was after five. I had been out here longer than I had planned, but lucky for me the building’s shadow saved me from being sunburned.

    “Some places may strive for that, but we would like to believe that our guests enjoy themselves here,” he said.

     “That’s nice to know,” I told him as I stood. He stepped back but didn’t leave. “Is there something else?” I asked as I started to think it was weird that he wanted to hang around.

    “Would you like me to escort you back to your room Ma’am?” he asked. My moment of surprise turned into shock at his offer.

     “I’m not that old, or anywhere near that feeble,” I informed him before sliding into my clogs and walking inside. I made long sweeping motions with my arms and legs, and I held my head high. I had recently lost sixty pounds and felt better than I’ve had for decades. I walked past the showers, through the back lobby, to the back wall that held the line of elevators.

    How dare he! I’m only forty-six! I don’t need his help to get to my own room! The doors opened allowing a few other guests to step out. I took off my hat to make myself less of an obstacle for them. There was a man there about my age but he didn’t even look at me once as he pulled someone along that I first thought was his daughter until I heard how she was asking him to buy her a new swimsuit.

     Of course, the guys my age were looking at the younger girls. So where did that leave girls like me? I asked myself as I stood inside the elevator as the door closed. I traveled the twelve floors rather quickly and was soon walking to my room. I lifted my hand and pressed the bracelet against the lock for it to let me in. It beeped and a small green light came one letting me know that I could now turn the handle.

  

    I kicked off my shoes at the doorway and dropped my hat into the nearest chair. I planted my ass in the second closest chair. I then took a moment to really look at the envelope for the first time. It was a yellowy-brown, manila, large envelope that I was facing the back of with the sealed flap. I turned it over and saw that my name and address here at the hotel had been handwritten. In the top left-hand corner was the printed name and address for a law office ok.

    I flipped it back over and opened it up. The glue was still fresh enough that I was able to pull it apart, but slowly. There were several papers there. One was, I think, a condolence letter that turned into a letter of introduction. It was on top of everything to make sure it was read first. It seems my father had set this up so people wouldn’t be trying to file for any life insurance he might have had themselves. By people, he meant his kids. Luckily for him, only two of us would have been interested in such a thing at all, since only two of us still spoke to him in any fashion. The letter went on to say that I, one of my siblings, and one of his grandchildren were the only ones listed as beneficiaries in his will. I can easily guess who the other one was.

   Since I was the only one of his three children to attend his funeral, they were asking me for the current addresses of the other two along with their phone numbers. I was suppose to bring that sheet with me to a meeting they would like to have tomorrow to inform me of how much I was to receive. I wasn’t to bring anything along other than my State Issued ID to the meeting, but they would appreciate a call confirming that I was coming. Below their number was their hours and that was handwritten also. It said ten am until seven pm.

     I checked my watch. It was fifteen till six, as I moved my hand to reach for my cell I realized that I didn’t bring it with me. I must have left it downstairs by the pool. I’ll get it later, I told myself, knowing that if I went looking for it now, something would come up and before I knew it would be after seven.

     I got up and walked over to the phone that sat next to my bed. I dialed 5 and waited to hear a tone to know it was now an outside line. I lifted the letter and punched in the numbers this person had type there. I hoped that they hadn’t gone home early and started to think of how I would answer when someone picked up.

     “Good afternoon. You have reached the law offices of The Pendas Law Firm. It is currently after hours. If you know the extension for your party, you may dial it now. If not, please stay on the line for the reading of the directory.” I looked down at the letter again and saw the four number extension at the end. I typed them in just as the recording was starting to list the first name on its list. The extension rang.

     I decided that even if, they did go home early, I would leave a message, no matter how much I hated to use voice mail. On the fourth ring when I was starting to feel sure that I did indeed miss the last person, the phone was answered by a real live human.

     “Wakefield,” the male on the other end said. That wasn’t the greeting I expected.

     “Hello, good evening,” I started. “My name is Jillian Blest. I just received a package from your office notifying me of a meeting tomorrow to talk about my father’s will,” I told him. 

     “Yes, hello Ms. Blast. Thank you for getting back to me,” he said.

     “Well, the meeting is tomorrow. I didn’t have much of a choice since I just got the letter a few minutes ago,” I told him.

     “I’m sorry about it. I thought my secretary mailed that package to you four days ago. Actually, I thought that I would have to call you personally if you didn’t call us by tomorrow morning,” he told me.

     “Not that I know your secretary or anything, but it could have been the post office’s fault,” I offered up. “Why didn’t you call me in the first place?” I asked since it seemed like he knew my number.

     “Honestly Ms. Blast, most people don’t believe us when we do call them. They think it’s some kind of scam. But I assure you we are indeed a real Law firm and have been for over fifty years. I’ll give you a card with our BBB number on at the end of our meeting tomorrow if you like?” he offered.

     “Thank you,” I told him. He sounded fun, but I didn’t see anything becoming of it. “So,” I quickly looked down at the letter again. “Tomorrow, at your office, suite 232 at 816 W Doctor M.L.K. Jr Blvd? At ten-thirty?” I confirmed with him.

     “That is correct,” he agreed. “I look forward to meeting you Ms. Blast,” he said

     “Same here Mr. Wakefield,” I answered back.

     “Well have a nice night then,” he said.

     “Have a nice night,” I mimicked before taking the receiver away from my ear. I hung up the phone and then reached for my cell to once again remember that I left it downstairs. I walked into the living room to grab my hat and get back into my shoes before leaving my room once more. As I pull open the door there was the guy who brought me the envelope just standing outside my room.

     “How long have you been there?” I asked him.

     “I just got here,” he answered. He then lifted his hand to show me my phone. I smiled as I saw it but frowned a little as I looked up at him. “Don’t you want your phone back Ms. Blast?” he asks me.

     “Of course I do,” I told him as I reach out for it. My hand grabbed the phone and his hand grabbed mine. I look back up into his face again.

     “Connor,” he said.

     “Connor?” I repeated not knowing why he said it.

     “That’s my name Ma’am,” he explained.

     “Nice name,” I told him as I pulled once on my hand. He took a step closer. I pulled again, but I just lost my shoes in the process and ended up further in the room.

     “It sounds very nice when you say it Ma’am,” he told me as I stepped back and pulled at my hand again. His eyes were amber in color and they have not let go of mine since I tried to pull my phone free of his grasp the first time. “Are you sure that there isn’t anything I could do for you Ma’am?” he asked as he came to a stop just an inch or so in front of me. I knew that if I took a deep breath, my D sized breasts would brush his chest since this swimsuit came with its own support system that I needed.

     As I remembered his offer to walk me to my room I started to question his behavior that I saw as conflicting with itself. First, he was sweet, then almost insulting, and now insistent.

     “Why are you in my room?” I decided to ask him.

     “I want to be here,” he tells me.

     “Why do you want to be in my room?” Even as the question left my lips I couldn’t suppress a smile at remembering the last time I had to ask questions this way to get an almost decent answer from a little girl I once babysat. This is when he surged forward and kissed me. Even without my clogs, I was still three inches taller than him. As I was starting to get into the kiss, I felt his hands on my ass. That shocked me forward and into his crotch that I felt over the top of my right thigh.

     Well, if he’s insisting, I told myself as I felt him start to pull the straps of my swimsuit down off my shoulders. Once he let go of my mouth, his lips attached themselves to the first breast that he got free. I placed both hands on either side of his face and pushed his hair back as I leaned down to his exposed ear.

     “You chose to be here, and you want me to be satisfied, so you aren’t leaving here until I am,” I warned him. He nodded into my chest before sucking hard on my nipple. I held his face to my breast as he continued to suck and lick at it. When he lifted his head, I thought that he was going to give the other half of my chest the same treatment, but he looked at me with slightly drunken eyes.

     “May I ask you a question Ma’am?” he asked. I nodded my head. “How old are you?” he then inquired. Normally I would feel a little fear at this point. If they were younger than I was, they would make some excuse to leave, but he was already neck-deep into my boobs. I didn’t think he would go anywhere.

     “Why do you want to know?” I ask him as I started to unbutton his shirt.

     “I think you look a little younger than you really are, and I would rather like it if you were as old as I think you are,” he pulled my bra straps down until I had to stop working on his shirt to pull my hands-free. I then moved to the waist of his slacks as his hands slid down the back of the swimsuit to grab my ass again. “Older women are smarter and better at sex. They don’t go as fast as younger women,” he informs me as his face leans closer to my right breast. He moans as he latches on. I moaned with him as his pants fell from my hands.

     “I’m forty-six,” I tell him. For the first time not being afraid of it being taken negativity.

     “Oooh,” he moaned again as he rubbed his cock into my hip. “The perfect number for such a gorgeous body,” he tells me. I wasn’t going to tell him he was wrong, even if I thought that my big soft breasts, wide hips, and solid thighs didn’t belong on anyone labeled gorgeous. I had worked my body to a place where I could call myself good looking, but I hadn’t reached gorgeous yet. Not that you would know it for how he was clinging to me.

     “You are not allowed to call me Mommy,” I told him as a thought entered my head.

     “What’s your first name Ma’am?” he asked instead of questioning me why.

     “Jillian,” I answered.

     “Do you remember mine?” he asked with a smirk on his lips that looked a little red.

     “Connor,” I told him.

     “Say it again,” he told me.

     “Connor,” I obliged as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his face down in between my breasts. This was a first. I heard him inhale before I felt his tongue as he licked his way out and up to the base of my neck before he looked at me again.

     “I love hearing you say my name Jillian,” he said before I felt his lips on mine once more. My suit was barely covering anything now. He was down to his boxers or briefs, I wasn’t sure which, and I knew we were both wet. His underwear stuck to me every now and again, and my pussy has been tingling since he sucked on my first nipple. I wasn’t conscious of the fact that we were walking back towards the bed until my legs hit it and I fell backwards, with him still holding on.

     I laid there as I felt him pulling his hands from under my back and his mouth as he kissed his way down my rounded tummy. His hands moved towards my hips, along my sides, until they hit my suit. Then I felt his fingernails as they raked it off the rest of my body. Once he lifted my legs, he held them up as I felt him exhaling along the inside of my thighs. Soon it was the presence of his tongue that moved across my skin.

     I knew he was going to eat me out. I wanted him to eat me out, but I didn’t want to be bossy and tell him to hurry up. So in agony, I waited. Then I felt it. First, it was his fingers as he brushed my clit. He then rubbed down the length of my lips. I felt as he moved his finger through the stream of wetness that was coming out of me, then moving up along the other side. My legs shook in his grasp. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning as he circled the wet fingertip around my clit.

     “Conner,” I called out as I felt him going around again. “AH!” I shouted as I felt his lips latch on and start to suck on my clit. One knee bent and I pulled his face in closer before I knew what I was doing. I quickly fixed my leg so I knew he could breathe, and as a reward, I felt his tongue. My ass left the bed as lighting was sent through me. Everything he licked burned with bliss. I cried out and asked for more as I begged him to stop. He made me come twice with no rest in between. Finally, my pleas for mercy reached him and he kissed his way back up my body.

     Once he made it so we were eye level again I quickly brushed my hand over his lips before he kissed me. As he pushed his body against mine, I felt that he had gotten rid of his underwear and was now as naked as I.

     “Jillian,” he huffed before he kissed me again. “May I please fuck you?” he asked even as he slowly pushed his cock into me to show how much he really wanted to be inside me. “Your tasty pussy and the way your voice trembled when you said my name made me cum so hard, but I need to be in you. I have to feel your warmth sucking on me. Jillian,” he pleaded before he kissing me again and tweaked one of my nipples.

     “Yes,” I granted him before we kissed again. He grabbed my other nipple between his fingers and slowly pulled on it until it was able to painfully slip free. “Mmmm,” I moaned into his mouth before he sat up between my legs and looked down on me.

     “You are perfect and you are mine,” he told me as he pulled his hands around my body before going for his cock and my hips. “Say my name again,” he tells me as he starts to slide his cock into my more than fully prepared vagina.

     “Connor,” I breathed out. “Connor,” I murmured as I realized that he was larger than what I thought he would be. “Connnner,” I almost shouted as he seated himself in me with a tight pain that almost scared me.

     “Now let’s begin the ride, my dear Jillian,” he tells me as he begins to pull out.

     “AAHhhh!” I scream as he plunges back in.

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   I slowly woke feeling very odd. It was the pain between my legs that caught my attention first. Then I heard laughing coming from the bathroom and I remembered why I was hurting the way I was. Now I needed to pee and slowly sat before standing up. I walked over to the partially closed door, that lead to my bathroom, and waited to see if Connor would come out before it became urgent.

   “I know I have check in, I’m getting dressed now,” he told someone on his cell. “Was she worth it? Of course,” he said before I heard him zipping up his pants. “I’ll meet you in five, I just have to tell her goodbye first,” he explained. “MILFs all the way,” he said before he opened the door and I saw him pocketing his phone. He stood there looking at me. I guess he was wondering how much I heard and how I would react to it. I thought about it for a bit while he finished buttoning up his shirt. I then reached out and did the top one for him before reaching for the back of his neck and pulling him closer for a kiss.

   “When does your shift end?” I asked him as I made myself not need the bathroom at that moment.

   “My shift starts in fifteen minutes,” he clarifies. “I’ll be finished in nine hours,” he ended.

   “What time is it?” I ask as I look around for some kind of clock to tell me. Did he actually spend the night?

   “Eleven fourteen pm,” he tells me after looking at his phone that he pulled out to check for me.

   “You weren’t even on the clock when you gave me the envelope,” I told him as I realized what he did.

   “What can I say? I really wanted to meet you,” he told me before he leaned in for another kiss. “Can I see you tonight?” he asked me as he rubbed behind my left ear.

   “Stop by and see,” I told him as I walked around his frame to get into the bathroom. I waved to his smiling face as I closed the door.

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   I half expected to find Conner outside my door again as I left this morning. I was wearing the same black dress shirt and black knee-length skirt that I wore to the funeral. It wasn’t like I expected to be doing anything else that would need something more than a summer dress or tank top and jeans.

   My hair was brushed down into the style it was cut for and it fell in large loose curls. When I got downstairs to the main lobby, I asked to have them call me a cab, but I was told that there were a few already waiting outside. I was so use to having to wait for one that I didn’t even think any would be right there, but it made sense.

   I gave the driver the address and he said that it would be a short twenty-minute ride if there was no traffic. It was nine-ten now, so I had some time to kill if that did happen. He also told me the price so I could agree to it before he took off. The drive was pleasant enough, with not too much traffic. I looked out the window all the way there and only thought of Conner every time we hit a pothole. There were a few potholes.

   The building I was dropped off at, looked rather modern and large. If they owned the whole thing, I think I could stop worrying that it might be a scam, even though that is what some of my friends called Wall Street. I walked inside and up to the front desk to find out how I got to see Mr. Wakefield. They called up to his office but were told that he wasn’t in yet. I was a little early, so I wasn’t surprised. But they did allow me to go up anyway once they had me sign their logbook.

   When I got off the elevator, I followed the signs that pointed me towards Mr. Wakefield’s office. He had a male secretary and he let me into his office.

   “Is there anything you would like to drink Ms. Blast?” he asked me.

   “Just some water will be fine,” I answered as I looked at him. Once he left, I turned my attention to the room. I was almost ninety percent sure that the person I was meeting was older than he sounded on the phone and even older than I was by about ten years. Oh well, I told myself as I took a seat and waited for someone to show up.

   “Here’s your water,” the secretary told me as he handed me a plastic bottle of very cold water about five minutes later.

   “Thank you,” I told him.

   “Mr. Wakefield should be here soon,” he reassured me.

   “Ok,” I acknowledged before he turned and left the room, closing the door behind himself. One empty bottle and about ten minutes later, according to the old clock that was hanging on one of his walls, no one else had shown up. I had already looked over the room a few times as I sat there. The room and everything in it, while very clean and dust-free, felt like it had been there for ages. A large wooden desk with carved straight lines. Old thick bookshelves will a number of older encyclopedias and law records, but nothing of this Mr. Wakefield that I could see. There was a computer, but that was standard these days. There were no photos of him on the walls or any horizontal surface that I was able to see. His desk was very lacking in loose papers, so either he wasn’t currently very busy, or he cleared his desk before he goes home, which also made me think he wasn’t very busy these days.

   I walked by what looked to be his law degree and had to take back what I said about not finding anything of the man in his office. But wasn’t it some kind of law that it had to be displayed? I continued walking towards the window that was my target. I wanted to see something new. His office was on the north side of the building it appeared. I was looking uptown and saw as the buildings got smaller until they turned into two-story homes. I was watching a helicopter pass by when I heard the door being opened. I was wrong once again. The man looking at me, before he turned his back to close the door was younger than me. I would say he was in his early thirties.

   “Ms. Blast,” he said as he came closer with an outstretched hand and a wide smile. “I’m sorry I’m late. I hope I can make it up to you,” he told me as I felt his firm grip.

   “Nothing to be sorry for. I was early,” I informed him with a smile of my own. He nodded his head slightly as I swore he checked me out and lingered for a while on my chest. Not that you could miss it.

   “Well, have a seat and let’s get down to business,” he said as he lets go of my hand and we move to different sides of his desk. Forty-odd minutes later he was placing filled paperwork and copied documents into another manila envelope for me. “That was rather painless I believe,” he said with the same smile that barely left his lips throughout our entire meeting.

   “Indeed,” I agreed as I made sure that I had my ID and phone back in my bag before reaching for the documents that he was now handing me. “Thank you,” I told him as I moved to stand.

   “Oh,” He said as he quickly stood himself and reached for a shallow dish on his table. “My card,” he explained as he reached for a pen and wrote something on the back.

   “That’s alright,” I told him even as he walked around the desk with it in his hand.

   “Then how about dinner?” he proposed. “To create some nice memories of your trip to our state,” he added. This couldn’t be happening twice, I told myself.

   “Dinner?” I asked him. “Tonight?” I clarified.

   “Or tomorrow night,” he suggested. He once again held out his card for me to take. I did like him, I told myself even as I was telling myself not to do it. I looked down at the card before looking at him again.

   “Is it just state pride or is there another reason for the offer,” I asked him. I’m not sure what I expected him to say, but I wouldn’t mind being told that he wanted to spend some non-business time with me because he liked me. God knows I don’t hear it that often. Last night notwithstanding.

   “Don’t you like me?” he asked instead as he turned on the wattage to his smile.

   “I like you just fine,” I said with a smile of my own. “But who I like, don’t normally like me back,” I confessed.

     “Well shame on them for not seeing what was before their eyes,” he told me as he took a seat on the front edge of his desk.

   “And what do you see Mr. Wakefield?” I asked him as I started to really like how this conversation was going. He bowed his head as he laughed out loud.

   “Firstly, my name is Scott, and I see a lot,” he says. “I see, so far, an interesting, educated, easy-going, beautiful, mature woman,” he ends.

   “Mature woman?” I ask him.

   “Yes,” he happy answers. “What is wrong with being mature? You’ve gone through more of life. You know what makes you, you. You have a better idea of what you want from the word, rather than fully believing what the world tells you, you should want,” he said just before he stood and took a step towards me. “At least that is what I feel about you. I would like to find out how right, or wrong, I am,” he ended as he looked me in the eye. I wondered if he was going to kiss me. I wasn’t going to kiss him first and ruin part of that image he already had of me, but I wouldn’t have stopped him if he choose to. But we just looked at each other until I somehow got distracted by his smile.

   “So dinner?” he asked me again. I smiled and took the card, that he offered again, from his fingers.

   “I’m interested in finding out those answers too,” I told him before backing up a step before I was the one jumping him.

   “Is that a yes?” he asks happily.

   “I will call you by closing time to let you know,” I tell him instead. “Mr. Wakefield,” I ended as I took another step backwards towards the door. I’m sure he had other clients to meet with and I should be going myself. I was a little surprised as I saw Scott walking with purpose and speed towards me. I stood still as he walked past me and towards the door. By the time I turned around he was already pulling it open.

   “Ms. Blast,” he said as I walked out of his office with a smile on my face.

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Hello. 

I wrote this ages ago for a contest over at DA and it seems I didn't get around to posting it here. 

I know, it's a very, very bad title.