Can You Fix My Computer

CAN YOU FIX MY COMPUTER?
I woke to find myself tied, spread-eagled on the bed. The owner of the bed was standing staring down at me, a wicked gleam in her eyes. Following the direction of her gaze, I suddenly realised I was naked. ?Mmm,? she said, in a soft, low voice, ?it looks like I made a good choice.? In the few seconds that I'd been awake, the fact that she was only wearing bra and panties, had caused my cock to begin to harden and was now at about half mast. ?I definitely think I'm going to enjoy you young man,? she said as she walked towards the bed.

Slowly my addled brain began to put together the events of the last hour. I'd been in a local bar having a quiet pint when I noticed a lady sitting at a table in the corner of the bar smiling at me. I didn't think much of it, thinking she was just being friendly, after all it was first year at Bangor university, just turned eighteen and she looked to be around sixty so I returned her smile. After a couple of minutes, the lady came up to the bar to get a drink and stood beside me. ?I haven't seen you in here before,? she said as she waited for the barman to serve her. I told her I was at Uni and it was my first time in there. She asked what I was studying and, when I told her I was on an I.T. she smiled. ?It must be fate we met then,? she said, ?I'm having trouble with my computer, maybe you could look at it for me sometime.? At that moment, the barman came over to her. ?Your usual Hazel?? he said, and I half saw him give me a sideways glance. ?Of course,? she replied, ?you know what I like.? I didn't think anything of it and asked her what the problem with her computer was. She tried to explain but I could tell she didn't know much about computers and was having difficulty explaining herself. ?Look, I haven't got anything to do tonight. Would you like me to come round and take a look?? ?Oh if you don't mind, I'd be really grateful if you could.? The barman handed her drink and I saw him give her a knowing smile.

After we'd both finished our drinks she told me she lived close by and we could pop there now if I didn't mind. Still being the na?ve teenager I agreed and walked with her to a small block of flats across the road from the bar. Once inside her flat I took a quick look at her computer and did a couple of scans that would hopefully fix the problem. As I was about to leave, she asked what she owed me and I shook my head and told her it was my pleasure. ?Oh you must have a drink before you got then, that's the least I can do,? she said, as she went into the open-plan kitchen. ?Beer or something stronger?? she called. ?A beer will be fine,? I replied. Seconds later she was back in the lounge and glass of beer in her hand. ?Here you are,? she said, as she handed it to me, ?enjoy.? I took the glass from her and took a long swig and that was the last thing I remembered until I woke up tied to the bed!!!!

As she reached the bed, she opened a drawer in the cabinet beside it and took out a bottle of baby oil then after pouring some onto her hands, she reached forward and wrapped the fingers of one hand around my, by now, almost fully erect cock. The other hand went down between my thighs and began to massage the oil into my balls. Her hands worked all over my balls and up and down my shaft until I was on the verge of cumming. But before I did, she stopped, stripped off her bra and panties and climbed onto the bed beside me, before straddling me. Her mature, and very wet pussy was poised above my face, as she began to slowly finger fuck herself, inches from my eyes, occasionally taking a finger, or two, and putting them in my mouth, telling me to lick and suck them, to taste
her pussy on them. Still not fully compus mentis I did as I was told without even thinking.

Then she worked her way down my body and positioned herself above my cock, then slowly lowered herself onto it. The oil she'd applied to it meant it slid into her in one slick movement and she was soon fucking herself as fast as she could, rocking backwards and forwards, her cunt muscles squeezing my cock.
This was too much and I couldn?t stop myself from cumming. It felt like I'd never
cum so hard or so much in my life, I was thrusting my hips up as much as I could manage as I just kept pumping my load into her. When I'd finished, I felt my cock soften inside her and my cumm running down over my balls. She rocked forward off my shaft, my cock popped out of her cunt as she leant forward and kissed me. I could feel she had a hand between her legs and knew she hadn't cum herself and guessed she was fingering herself again.

The she pulled up off my cock and smiled, then inched her body back up over mine until she was straddling my face again. She hadn?t been playing with herself, she didn?t need to. She'd been holding her cunt lips closed, trapping my load of cumm inside, and she told me to lick her, to fuck her with my tongue and make her cumm. She grabbed the headboard with both hands and began to ride my mouth, which immediately filled with a mixture of my own cumm and her juices. This was the first time I'd ever tasted my own cumm, the thought of it had always repulsed me but the combination of hers with mine made it seem easier to stomach and I licked at her cunt lips and pushed my tongue deep inside her. I sucked at her cunt lips, then her clit until my face was drenched, I could feel our combined cumm running from the corners of my mouth, down my cheeks and onto the sheets. All the while she was telling me how good it felt, how she loved her pussy being licked by a young, virile man.

Then she gave me another first, she moved back down my body, trapping my wilted cock between us and kissed me, sliding her tongue into my mouth. She swirled it around, tasting for herself our combined juices. After she'd tired of this, she moved even further down my body and took my rapidly re-hardening cock into her mouth until I was fully erect again then moved her cunt back up until it slid into her again and rode me to another orgasm for both of us. After she'd recovered, she got off the bed, untied me and slipped into a dressing gown. ?Thank you for fixing my computer,? she said, as she handed me my clothes. Ten minutes later I was dressed and walking along the road from her flat, still groggy from whatever, she put in my drink.

The following night, I was back in the same bar and, as the previous night, Hazel was there. I expected her to come over and speak but instead, she made her way over to another lad about my age and started chatting to him. The barman came over and stood by me and smiled. ?What was it, her computer, her stereo, or her TV?? he asked. ?Her computer,? I replied. ?Yes that's her favourite,? he laughed. ?She really likes her men young,? he laughed, ?wish I was twenty years younger.?