Beginnings by Natasha Walker Page A

windows of the back room and the lit windows of the kitchen. David might be watching him now.
    The kitchen lights went off.
    Emma came out of the darkness carrying tworugs. She felt so cheeky rushing around nude in his presence. This was her backyard. They were her deckchairs. Her husband was asleep upstairs, she’d run up to check on him. She held the rugs to her body and took a look at her young lover. He made her feel so naughty, so excited and hungry. She knew what she would do now and she could hardly wait. She kissed Jason and then threw down one of the rugs on the grass.
    ‘Lie down, beautiful boy,’ she said, as she knelt on the rug. ‘Are you cold?’
    ‘No,’ he replied, and he did as he was told.
    He lay down on his back. The moon became hidden by the large gum tree and he saw the immensity of space lit by a million stars. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, he didn’t know what to do at all. But he had little time to worry as Emma knew what to do. She lay her naked body on his and kissed the boy, deeply.
    Jason now knew what to do. He took her head between his hands and messed with her thick dark hair, while holding her to his mouth.
    Emma writhed over him, rubbing herself against him, his boxers still on, feeling his hard cock pressing against her, lifting herself up above its head and then resting her wet pussy against it.

    Jason started. The warmth and softness, not to say wetness, was the first he knew of it and yet he knew it unmistakably. He thrust upwards slightly and she yielded to him. Was this to be it then? he asked himself, forgetting he was still wearing his boxer shorts. Emma’s wetness had dampened his shorts so that it felt to both of them there was no impediment to further adventuring.
    Emma ground down on him and he up against her. Both were lost now. There would be no going back. The pleasure felt, the closeness of their bodies, the hunger being fed, their kisses, deep and long, and his hands, his hands pressing against her head, rubbing her head, caressing her hair – no restraint now.
    Emma broke from his kiss and looked into his eyes, saying, ‘Be good now.’ She started to kiss his chest, the soft young skin stretched across his developing pecs. She took in a nipple, teasing it, arousing a moan from him, biting it and then moving to the other. She found that both were very sensitive – she did like a man whose nipples were sensitive. Flicking his nipples and grinding on his hard-on was enough for her, but Jason continued to let his hands roam through her hair. She loved that. She could just lie stilland have him do it, but knowing his hands were marking time with his pressing desire was even more pleasurable.
    Emma’s breasts hung freely, her head down, back bent, butt firmly placed, knees gripping him and her hips grinding her pussy against the head of his shaft. Each and every movement she made, sucking and biting one then the other of Jason’s nipples, caused her breasts to sway slightly, dragging the tips across his warm flesh. These accidental touches were enough to generate the curious sensation of instant reciprocation. As her tongue flicked his hard warm nipple and she heard the boy moan she felt a delightful sensation in her own. His tender nipples, erect, moist and warmed by her tongue, and his cock, erect, moist and warmed by her pussy crowded her senses, satisfying, in tandem, both the giving and the taking aspects of her lovemaking.
    Jason now had no claim to self-government. He was entirely under the sway of his Goddess, Emma. Her whims, her tongue, her amorous directives were unquestioned law to the boy. His body was not the body he had known hours before – minutes before, even. Since she had unceremoniously stripped off in front of himin the moonlight his body had teased him with sweet expectation. But his mind was unable to inform him of what he was to expect. His body was equal to the challenge; he drank in Emma’s beauty, he luxuriated in the