Suzanne Mellows - A naughty fourteen

If Hal could see me now he would probably die all over again, thought Desiree Patton to herself wistfully as she looked through the window of her trailer out onto the rest of the trailer park. That I, the widow of a Colonel should be living in a trailer park, let alone working in one is a mystery to me if only I hadn't lost all Hal's money.

Upon the death of her older husband, young Desiree had floated off to Europe, taking with her her six year old daughter and a nannie. Now Julia was fourteen and not only did they not have a nannie they didn't even have a home to speak of. Desiree never could really understand what happened to her money either, apart from several bad investments the rest seemed to have drifted away from her in Paris, London and Monte Carlo, mostly Monte Carlo. Finally, impoverished and failing to find a rich European husband she had headed back to America only to find life was just as difficult there. Desiree was a reasonable waitress, mostly got jobs because of her face and her body and had emerged to support herself and her daughter in one restaurant and another for several years. Now, living on the trailer park, she worked in the Restaurant-Nightclub on the property itself and for the first time in her life was managing to save a little money hopefully to get herself a little house, somewhere she really didn't care where at this point.

Not that Desiree wasn't still a voluptuous and seductive woman, she was, it was just that she was tired of moving around and tired of men men who always wanted her body and never seemed to care beyond that. Until Mitch Holden, that was.

Desiree shivered now as she thought of Mitch, tall, blonde, blue grey eyes, handsome in an ugly sort of way yet how could they be in love, he was only eighteen and she was thirty-four, it was ridiculous but it was true. Mitch had his own rock and roll group and played every night at the club. Everyone said he was a fantastic musician though and that he would make the big-time eventually. Mitch, every day told her that he didn't care how long he had to wait, he wanted her body and soul. It made Desiree tremble all over to think that someone loved her that much. Of course her husband Hal had loved her, but then he had been so much older than her there was no real passion in their relationship, father/daughter was more like it, everyone said so.

Desiree turned to look at herself in the mirror now. Life had been good to her body and face, if not her pocket. Now at thirty-four there was not a sign of age on her lovely face, her blonde, naturally curly hair still had the glisten of corn-silk, her azure blue eyes had the radiance of the sky about them and her body was as firm and toned as when she had been a girl of sixteen. Her breasts were large and melon like but firm and upthrust, her waist was narrow and her limbs, long and shapely in fact Desiree Patton was quite a package.

Jim Sanders had known that when he had hired her to work as a waitress. Jim's best customer was Alex Cranston, the Chief of Police, who liked to be waited on by beautiful women and for them to be at his disposal whenever he wanted female company. Alex was too powerful to be slighted and Jim Sanders was very careful to provide him with whatever and whomsoever he wanted. Desiree Patton didn't know this however, but she was soon to find out.

Desiree looked at the clock, it was almost time to go to the restaurant, where was Julia? Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of knocking on the trailer-door. Desiree opened it to find Mitch Holden standing at her door holding an exquisite bunch of flowers.

"Why Mitch, what a surprise, for me, flowers oh, I'm touched. Won't you come in."

Trembling, the older woman set the flowers in a vase, it had been so many years since a man had given her flowers she was touched deeply. She turned now to look at Mitch who was sitting awkwardly in a chair, staring intently at her. She knew that he was deeply in love with her, it was obvious, what she didn't know yet was how to handle the situation. She wanted him with her heart and yet her mind was still refusing to give her body the okay!

Desiree Patton didn't have much time for random thoughts now however, before she knew what was happening, Mitch had crushed her in his arms and was pulling her body insistently into his. She could feel his hard throbbing prick imbedding itself into the soft flesh of her abdomen and belly in undeniable demand, his hands caressing the small of her back and her buttocks through the warm softness of her housecoat.

Desiree whimpered in his arms, not struggling. Ohhhh, she had never wanted anything more in her life than that magnificent shaft pressing into the soft flesh of her belly she could imagine it slipping inside her up into the hot, velvety moist channel of her wanting, needing vagina strong, warm and masculine bringing her ecstatic peace entrancing bliss as it plunged and rubbed in and out of her but but, she mustn't she mustn't!

He kissed her and played at her lips with the tip of his tongue. She left them open, like ripe grapes to be plucked, and he taunted them, went behind them to her teeth, speared into her mouth, while her hot, sweet breath panted into his face, and his hand slipped inside her housecoat to her breast, massaging, stroking, his finger-tips working ever toward its nipple to caress and roll it teasingly between them.

He was overwhelmed with the full firmness of her breast! His hands were trembling, happy to be so close to her body at long last as they encompassed the fullness of her succulent tits. Christ! He was going to lose his mind! She was like velvet to his touch, yet hot and respondent, and his cock was leaping against the soft warm flesh of her belly. He pulled the tying strip of her robe apart and let his hands run down the length of her slightly delineated ribs to her hips then smoothed them slowly back over her satin-like buttocks. She came tighter against him with his demand.

Desiree moaned beneath his hands. Her brain swirled madly. Desiree and need fought for the supreme, but the facial aspects of her daughter Julia were over crowding all things what if she were to come back this moment Dear God, how she wanted him to bury his beautiful young penis inside the depths of her hungry vagina! Oh, how she needed him wanted him loved him!

She felt his hand trail over the softness of her belly down the strong muscle of her hip and thigh, then over slowly to her mound through the silky blondness of pubic hair to the very lips of her her cunt, taunting, feeling, tracing the thin hair-lined slit then, slipping inside with breathtaking gentleness to find her clitoris throbbing gently in erotic delight.

She clasped her lips to his, open, and her tiny tongue shot into his mouth with all of the fire of a taunted, enraged snake. Again and again, she stabbed into his mouth while he sucked at her tiny, sweet tongue and simultaneously twitted her clitoris between thumb and forefinger finally sliding down through her moist slit to her vaginal entrance and easing inside, teasing her urethra enroute before he buried the long finger up into the depths of her excited and hot, dilating pussy.

She gasped into his mouth and he knew he was going to fuck her! He was certain of that now! And and holy Christ she had wrapped her fingers around his prick through his clothes. He couldn't breathe!

"Damn!" he gasped and pressed her backwards to the couch while she struggled to keep her thighs together as they folded down onto it.

"Oh no, darling darling we mustn't no No darling not now!" she pleaded rapidly, his hot breath suddenly against the soft flesh of her breasts, coming in ever increasing gasps. "P oh, please Darling we mustn't," she whimpered hotly down into his face that was kissing and sucking at her breasts, while her arms embraced his head tightly to her.