She Found the Walk-In Pantry to Be a Good Place for Lying Down

When I turned forty-five, my husband informed me that our marriage was over. He’d found himself a much younger woman and wanted to be with her. I was totally surprised, but I signed the papers, bid him good riddance, and moved back to my home state of New York.

I did get a good settlement, which allowed me to get myself a nice condo in the city, within walking distance of my new job. I also reconnected with some of my old friends, male and female. Fortunately, I had kept myself in shape, and I didn’t think I’d have any trouble once I felt ready to socialize again. I wasn’t looking to get married again, but I wasn’t dead either, and sex was something I both enjoyed and missed.

One weekend Jesse, my old college roommate, invited me to spend the weekend at her beach house on Long Island. I’d always loved going out to the beach when I was younger, so I was looking forward to it. Jesse wanted me to take the jitney out on Friday afternoon, so we could hang out and catch up, since we hadn’t seen each other since college. On Saturday she was planning to throw a barbecue for some of our other old classmates and their families.

Jesse was divorced, with two kids in college. She hadn’t updated any photos on her Facebook page, so I had no idea what her kids looked like now, but I couldn’t wait to meet them and hang out with my old friends.

Jesse met me when I got off the jitney, and we headed back to her house. Her kids weren’t due to arrive till the next day. We had a great time grilling burgers and drinking beer on the deck while we reminisced about our crazy college days.

On Saturday I helped Jesse get set up for the party, preparing food, filling the plastic tubs she’d placed under the trees with beer, wine, and ice.

People started to arrive around five that afternoon, and by the time the sun went down, the party was in high gear, and I was feeling happier than I had in years. A lot of our old classmates had brought their kids along, and there were maybe six or seven college-age guys tossing a football around the yard. But there was one guy who seemed to stay on the sidelines, and more than once I caught him staring at me with interest. I didn’t think anything of it, but he was handsome enough that if I had been closer to his age I would have been all over him.

At one point Jesse asked me if I would bring out some more ketchup and mustard to top off the dwindling supply. I wasn’t sure where she kept the condiments, but after searching through several kitchen cabinets, I remembered she had a walk-in pantry just off the kitchen area. When I opened the pantry door, I saw a cord hanging down from the lightbulb overhead. I pulled on it, but nothing happened. I gave it a few more tugs, with the same results. Then I heard the pantry door close behind me, and suddenly I found myself in complete darkness.

I turned back toward the door and bumped smack into a hard male body, letting out a yelp as I did so.

“That light fixture has a short,” a voice said. “But maybe I can help you find what you want.”

“Who are you?” I asked. My hands had landed on his muscular chest, and I left them right where they were.

“Not really important,” he said. “But I’ve gotta tell you I’ve been hard as a fucking rock since I first saw you.”

I felt his hot breath near my ear as he spoke, and the heat from his body made me conscious of how long it had been since I’d been this close to a man. I figured this had to be the young man who had been watching me so closely. Did I care that I was probably old enough to be his mother? Well, if my mind cared, my body overruled it.

I slowly lowered my hand, and a moment later I found that the boy wasn’t lying. His cock was big and hard through his shorts. I rubbed my palm up and down the length of it and lost all sense of reason.

“Oh my God!” I moaned, as he licked a path from my ear down to my neck. My hand slipped into the waistband of his shorts and felt the slippery evidence of his arousal. He pushed me back against the far wall of the pantry and pinned me there as he pumped his cock against my hand. Then his lips were on mine and his tongue filled my mouth. I sucked on it as his hands worked my breasts, and suddenly I flooded my panties and shorts with come. I should have been embarrassed, but I was too horny for that. I wanted his cock inside me.

He stopped kissing me and pulled off my tank top. I wriggled out of my shorts and panties and asked him if the door could be locked.

“There’s a hook,” he said, and I heard him do something to the door. Then he was back, sucking on my tits as though he were starving. My tits are super-sensitive when I’m aroused, and his sucking and tugging and kneading only made me wetter. I felt moisture trickling down my thighs and couldn’t wait anymore.

“Look, I appreciate that you want to make this good,” I panted. “But screw the foreplay—just fuck me!”

I didn’t have to tell him twice. He pushed me down on the floor and pulled down his shorts. When I felt him between my legs, I reached down to guide him. His cock was huge, much bigger than my ex’s, and I couldn’t wait for him to fill me with it.

I wasn’t disappointed. He thrust that tool into me and I yowled with pleasure. Now, I love my vibrator—never leave home without it—but compared to the real deal, when the guy actually knows how to use what he’s got, there’s just no comparison in my book. I didn’t even think about the hard linoleum floor I was lying on as he thrust in and out of me. All I thought of was how good his cock felt, how he rolled his hips on each downstroke and touched all the spots that needed to be touched, how I was seconds away from having the mother of all orgasms.

When it hit, it was nothing short of amazing. I must have screamed, because suddenly his big hand was covering my mouth as I came, my muscles squeezing and milking that cock that continued thrusting in and out as it emptied its liquid heat into my pussy.

After he rolled off me, all was quiet, except for the combined sounds of our heavy breathing. My fuck buddy’s heavy, sweaty body lay next to me, having just given me the best fuck I’d had in ages, and I still didn’t have a clue as to who he was. Then suddenly he leaned over and kissed me, slowly and thoroughly, until I had to come up for air.

“Who are you?” I asked him. “I mean, we’ve been gone a good while. Won’t someone miss you?”

“No worries,” he said easily. “My mom’s used to me coming and going.”

“Your mom?” I said, sitting up. “Please tell me you’re not James!”

“Yeah, I’m James,” he said. “And I know who you are, too.”

“Oh my God!” I groaned, as I felt around in the dark for my clothes. I had just fucked my friend’s son! Somehow I didn’t think her hospitality included screwing her son in the pantry.

“You know,” James said then, “I’ve looked through my mom’s yearbook hundreds of times, and I’d know you anywhere. You haven’t changed that much, and you’re just as hot as you look in the yearbook. I’ve jacked off to your image for years, but I never thought I’d really get to fuck you.”

I was at a loss for words. This was just too weird, and I had to get dressed and get back to the party. But James had started touching me again, distracting me as I tried to fasten my bra.

“We have to get back,” I said, slapping his hands away from my pussy. “I don’t want to have to explain this to your mom.”

I managed to find my shorts, but I couldn’t locate my panties. No way was I leaving without those. “James, I really need to find my clothes,” I said.

“If I help you find them, will you meet me tomorrow?” he asked.

“Yeah, sure,” I said. I was going home the next day, so I wouldn’t have to worry about keeping a date with him. Then I heard a click, and the overhead light went on.

“I thought the light didn’t work,” I said, gathering the rest of my clothes.

“It works—if you flip the wall switch,” he said, smiling. “Now, about that meeting tomorrow…”

“Sure, I’ll be around,” I told him, lying through my teeth.

“So will I,” he said. “In fact, I’ve already told my mom that I’d drive you back to the city.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I just looked at him as he got dressed, and even then it was hard for me not to put my hands on him again. Well, a ride back to the city would be a lot better than taking the jitney. But was I seriously considering fucking James again? Well, in all honesty, I was. And the next day I did. Several times.

I just hope Jesse doesn’t read this.

—C.R., New York, New York