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Margriet saw him say goodbye to others at the family gathering. The long weekend would slowly draw to a close and she would have to drive home, endure the heavy traffic on the motorways that would waste her. She would be in no mood to answer her husband, Peter's, questioning. His decision not to accompany her for the two-day jaunt still rankled, her irritation relieved by the interest that Hugo Neeskens had shown in her and that she saw again now, when she met his look upon her. How disquieting to be thrilled by such a young man's attention, even if he was a distant relative. They had drifted in and out of conversation as they mixed with others but deciding not to sit next to each other at lunch. She had sensed that Hugo did not want to draw attention to him seeking her company whenever it was possible.
The uncommonly warm late summer weather had not been broken by the thunderstorm of the night and she was pleased to have put on a thin, short-sleeved, cotton wrap dress that shaped her, revealed some cleavage and the dusting of freckles to her tanned skin. Hugo had complimented her on it, the coral colour of its swirling pattern, to a white background, matched by bangled bracelets to each wrist. Wedge sandals flattered her legs, made her stand almost as tall as he was, a gangly youth with brooding eyes and shock of black hair brushed back from his face.
'Are you sure about giving me a lift to the station?' he asked, a soft smile creasing his cheeks.
'Yes...I may as well leave too.' She raised a hand to brush away at her rich brown hair with its blonde highlights, the bob cut a recent decision. As expected, Hugo followed her every move, his attentiveness in the circumstances making her repeat her actions. They would tighten the bodice of her dress and reveal just enough of her cleavage. 'You're not in a rush, are you...because I have to pack? I'll go to my room and will soon be with you...'
'Keep wearing the dress, won't you?' he asked, admiration in his deep voice, something that surprised her. The sound of it echoed in the passageway that led to the bedrooms, the sunlit, cavernous living room of the house, deserted.
'Sure...I saw your look on me earlier....it made me wonder, again, why you do that.'
If he was on the hunt for some action with her, of all people, then she might play along. A design degree was behind him, and Hugo had stepped into the world of work. That much she knew, or had asked discreetly, when talking to others. He is a good-looking young man, even in his chinos and tan shirt, a faded denim jacket worn casually and not out of place. He carries off the look only too well.
'I liked the dress, Margriet...love the look it gives you.' He had followed her to the start of the passageway, her glance of concern soon noted. 'I'll wait here...'
She wondered if he would, felt the nagging ache of apprehension in her belly. He was brazen in izmir escort his interest and seemed unconcerned that others might see them together. Her case was packed hurriedly. Her curiosity got the better of her and she went to peek through the crack of the open door to her room, hoping he would not see her, but he did.
'Yes, I'm still here, Margret...' She saw the glint in his eyes, and then met a soft acknowledging smile as he held her look on him. He licked his lips. 'Are you packed...haven't forgotten anything?'
'Just who I am...and what you being here does to me.' She had turned away from the open door and now gave him a lingering look, over her shoulder. 'We don't need to say anything...do we...about this?'
Hugo's wondering smile, as he looked at her, broadened. He stepped into her room and closed the door. 'I've wondered about you for so long...after every time we meet at these types of get togethers. It's driven me crazy...you know...the feelings I have for you?'
She shook her head and said nothing. Instead, she closed the space between them, tugging at the fastening of her wrap dress. Wordlessly, she took one of his hands and placed it on the wide swell of her exposed breast, the fabric of her bra like a second skin, the nipple already hard and pressing against the flesh-coloured cup.
He met her kiss as he clamped on it. She reached for him, felt the press of his straining prick against his chinos. If he was shocked, by her demanding and brazen ways of it, he did not react. He wanted to say something, but she silenced him by pressing her fingers to his lips. He sucked on them.
'It has to be quick...' she asserted, tugging on his belt, yet her hands trembling. Who was claiming whom, her nephew's touches arousing a riot of emotions?
'I will be...want it that way!' he kissed, each knowing that now was not the time for any finesse, but to satisfy their raging urges to live out this reunion. It would be so very different from all that had gone before.
'Go on!' she gasped through their hungering kisses, feeling his hand slide under her dress and pulling up the hem, the fabric caressing her thighs. His hands gripped her buttocks, kneaded the hollows at her hips before groping for her breasts, clumsily, then more assuredly as she guided his kisses to them, the tug of his lips on her nipples sending rushes of longing coursing though her body. She felt herself become wet out of lust for him, Hugo's touches to her panties and caressing her slit. She pushed her hips forward to meet them.
Her questing hands found him, pushed down his pouch briefs and she shuddered. His hunger for her was to be felt in the swollen length of flesh she now held and stroked, the tip glistening and the soft gasps of breath announcing his hunger for her and for all that she did.
'I never knew you felt this way for me!' She looked izmir escort bayan down at it, wanted that length of gorged meat inside her. Young as he was, she needed to wrap her wet heat around it and bring him on. There was no time to be wasted, the longer they were in her room the more others would get to wondering about them.
'You do know about it now!' he gasped as she worked him.
Hugo pushed down her panties until she shook her legs to have them fall to the floor at their feet. She kicked them away, needed no coaxing as he made her lift one leg before she could guide him, to feel a moment's brush of his cockhead to her wet pussy lips before with a one long thrust he parted her and entered. She gasped, felt him fill her until she felt his balls slap against her thighs as he thrust into her furiously, her body pressed against the wall, or away, as if in a dance. He slammed into her, bore her weight on him as they shared in breaths of effort, she slumping down on that probing, slipping and questing young meat as he fucked her hard.
'You know what to do!'
She gasped it out in amazement, felt him bring her to the edge, the rise of her body's responses wracking her and she unaware of her soft cries, stifled by his kisses, the open-mouthed exchanges of snorted effort as they pursued their orgasms, shared or otherwise. She bit his lips with her own to stifle her cries of wanton abandon and on feeling the rush of her approaching orgasm wrack her body.
'Margriet...Margriet! Oh Jeez...I can't hold it!' he gasped. Slamming into her and then becoming still, felt her sinuous movements and clamp of her muscles on him as she brought it on. He burst.
'Don't hold on...just fill me!' she yelped, feeling his spurts of jism searing into her, their shared juices slicking her thighs as he almost withdrew before thrusting in, his vitality too much for her to bear. She felt him stretch her as Hugo clamped his mouth on one breast, then the other. 'Try not to mark me...I won't be able to explain any of this...not to myself or to anyone else.'
'You were wonderful...so wonderful, Margriet...as I knew it would be.'
'You darling to say it in that way...'
It was over in no time at all, a ferocious rut.
Margriet shivered as he withdrew and stepped away, swept a handkerchief over his prick, already grown flaccid but its veined surface pink from their shared endeavours and claims on each other. They had fucked for little more than ten tempestuous minutes, but she had given and taken so much.
'It won't be the same between us from now on,' he murmured, looking at her wonderingly as she stepped away and went to recover her panties, to clean herself up and refasten her dress. Her slender fingered hands adjusted the fit of her bra over aching breasts. She sensed his look upon her. 'I'll meet you outside, at your car...Margriet. escort izmir I want to look at you...but I'll go.'
'Do that... but be careful you're not seen leaving my room.' She ached, touched his face and offered a kiss to his cheek. 'I'll know what to expect from you, the next time I am at a family reunion...come to them alone.'
She closed the door quietly, behind him, as a deep sense of fulfilment and achievement washed over her. She had never given herself so brazenly, instinctively and purposefully to anyone else, let alone someone in the family. She could scarcely claim to really know him, but she did now. His youthful vitality had wrecked her and in no time at all. She would be dropping him off at the station and they would again go their separate ways.
His semen was on her thighs and in her body, an old woman's body claimed by a young man who wanted her and had defied all the odds of achieving that.
It was as well she had gone beyond the times of worrying about him really finding her. Had she responded to the looks she had met, cast her way, some time ago then who would bet against it happening?
She met him on the driveway in front of the house.
From the way that they looked at each other, an eventful drive through the woods and heathland, until they reached the station he would travel from, might offer them a chance to say a fond farewell and like none other which had gone before.
She would remain silent on it, for a while at least, but wanted him inside her body again. The soft caress of his fingers to the skin of her thigh as she drove along the lane that crossed the heathland, a stilled look upon her, suggesting that he was with her on that.
'Trains run regularly, Margriet...'
'So there's no rush...' She said it as the expensively appointed, but cramped, camper van was parked in a shaded lot of a woodland clearing. The tinted windows, all around, would offer them the privacy and intimacy she now sought.
Just how was a woman of her age to deal with the claims of a young guy? She just wasn't used to moments of distraction such as she had just shared with Hugo, the arousal of a wayward knot of longing, and the tingle in her nipples, that a few words and looks cast her way over recent hours had aroused, then a far too quick fuck that had her impaled on him and not bringing the fill range of her experiences to bear.
Hugo tugged loose the bolt on his seat and swiveled round. She did the same, could not prevent him loosening the fastening to her dress as she stood up. It fell to the floor of the narrow cabin behind them.
'This wasn't part of the plan..' he kissed on holding her to him.
Hugo's confidence dismayed and delighted her, in equal measure. She wasn't through with him. The woolly softness of a travel ug would have to do as a cover for the rough fabric on the bench seats they would lie on and made what passed for a double bed.
'It was in mine,' she grinned, before kneeling and dragging his chinos and pants to the floor. She gripped his trembling prick and took delight from really seeing it. 'One favour deserves another.'
Margriet had decided that she would make a man of him.
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