As I swallowed, the back of my throat was hit with what seemed to be a constant warm stream of Andrew’s cum. Ah, yes. I reminded myself that Andrew was a healthy, young, twenty-something uncontrollable cum-jet. I drained his balls and pulled my mouth off his cock. I looked up at him, and as I licked my lips, I reminded myself how lucky I was to have Andrew. I had what every cougar wanted.
“Sorry, Mistress Elise. It was just that it felt so good.”
“It’s fine, Andrew. If you hadn’t come, I would have felt like my oral skills were not up to par.”
“Oh, no, Mistress Elise. Fuck, that was wonderful.” Andrew wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and leaned his shoulders back against the seat cushions of the couch. “I haven’t had a blow job like that in a long time. I can’t even remember when.”
His compliment made me smile, and it felt good to be able to do something that roused that kind of a reaction from someone, let alone a handsome, younger man.
* * *
I staredin my jewelry box and selected the dangle earrings that matched the necklace I picked out to wear. My hands were clammy and sweaty with nerves, making it damn near impossible to open the clasp on.
“Dammit!” I said under my breath.
I went to the bathroom and washed my hands. As I dried them off, I looked at myself in the mirror. The red fitted dress hugged my curves and looked downright incredible on me. I hoped it wasn’t going to be too loud. In the past, I had worn dark colors or muted patterns while on Jacob’s arm.
But things were different now. I was different now. I wanted people to see that just because Jacob had died, I was still able to attract a hot, young man. If they only knew what I did to him, the shock would probably kill them.
I attempted my necklace again with no luck.
“Andrew!” I hollered. Within a few seconds, he appeared in my bedroom doorway.
“Yes, Mistress Elise?”
Oh, hell.My eyes dragged up and down his tuxedo-clad body. He looked scorching hot. I was so proud to have him by my side tonight.
“Can you help me with my necklace, please?”
I didn’t tell him that my hands were sweaty from being nervous. Without any issue at all, Andrew was able to get the necklace clasp open. He stood behind me and reached his hands over my shoulders to put the necklace in place, then he secured the necklace behind my neck. He took a few steps behind me and to the left and watched as I put my earrings in.
“Mistress Elise, you look stunning.”
Stunning.
It felt so good to be called ‘stunning.’
“Thank you, Andrew. You look very handsome,” I complimented him as I reached up to tug his bow tie upward ever so slightly.
“Thank you, Mistress Elise.”
“We should get going,” I suggested.
Before long, we had parked in the hotel parking lot where the dinner was being held. I checked myself in the vanity mirror on the flip side of the visor before we got out of the car. As we walked into the hotel, I told Andrew that for tonight he may drop the ‘Mistress’ title and just call me ‘Elise.’
Once we were inside, we went over to a registration desk where we would be given a dinner table seat assignment. When it was our turn, we collected our table number and headed inside the ballroom. As a ballroom attendant led us to our table, a wave of nausea washed over me. We were being led to one of the front tables. In all my years coming to this event, there were a few tables in the front that were always reserved for the surviving spouses. I gripped the back of the dining chair as the crushing realization dawned on me.
“May I get you something to drink from the bar?” Andrew asked me quietly.
“Just some ginger ale, please.”
While Andrew left, I stared out over the ballroom that was beginning to bustle. I spotted many familiar faces but was far too nervous to go speak to any of them. I was now part of the ‘surviving spouses’ club.
Two wives that both had husbands still at the same station where Jacob had worked saw me from across the room at another table. I could see the two of them say something to their husband’s and then each of the men looked in my direction and nodded or spoke to the women.
Soon, the two were coming toward me, and suddenly, I didn’t feel so strong. A familiar lump in my throat appeared, and tears threatened to spill from my eyes.
“Elise, it’s so good to see you,” one of the women, Angela, said as she leaned in and hugged me.
