"You sure did, Miss Kerr! This is the best Mexican food I've ever eaten."

"My grandmother was part Mexican. I learned everything I know from her." She stood up and lazily pulled her hair loose of the stylish chignon she usually wore. Her thick lustrous hair fell all the way to her waist. She smiled at the open-mouthed admiration on Randy's face. "Let's go into the living room, shall we, Randy? It's more comfortable for talking."

"Sure, Miss Kerr." Like a faithful dog, he followed her to the couch. He looked embarrassed and was about to sit in an armchair when Eileen patted the cushion next to her.

"Right here, Randy. There's no point in having to shout at one another." It was an exaggeration. The room was small. It was Eileen's way of getting what she wanted without giving away her hand.

Having the teen sitting so close quickly undermined Eileen's patience. She could almost feel the heat of his young body. Her cunt pulsed with hunger for his hard young cock. They were talking about chopping wood, but the woman's attention was on the slender bulge in the crotch of Randy's trousers. She kept trying to imagine what his cock would be like. How it would feel in her hand, in her mouth, up inside her pussy.

Then, suddenly, imagining was no longer enough for her. She reached for his fly and began to struggle with his zipper. Randy was so embarrassed he couldn't even look at her. But she could see the awed wonder in his wide eyes. She could feel the lurch in his groin as her fingers fumbled for his hard hidden treasure.

"Randy, darling," she whispered in his ear, her words followed by a quick stab of her tongue. "Ever since I first saw you in the restaurant, I've been dying to be alone with you."

He was so amazed by this piece of news that his eyes finally searched for hers. "You have?" he asked in a voice an octave above his usual pitch. Her hand had just found his fleshy young cock-shaft. "Uuuuhh!" He blushed, luring the wetness from Eileen's lusty cunt. He rested his head against the back of the couch. It seemed that what was happening was too much for him. He was overwhelmed. His eyes took on a glassy stare. His tongue ran nervously over his lips.