Olivia hated going home for Thanksgiving. As a second year university student, she had way too much work piled onto her plate to even think about anything else. She bit her lower lip and sighed, pushing strands of her auburn hair away from her face.
Ring ring.
She slipped her hands into the back pocket of her jeans and realized her phone wasn't there. She ran to her dresser and opened the drawer, her phone right next to the vibrator she had used this morning. She blushed faintly, remembering the details of this morning. The vibrator pulsating at full speed against her clit, wetness pooling in the bed. The feeling of her fingertips brushing softly against her hard nipples. Her double D breasts squeezing against each other as she orgasmed.
She jerked from her thoughts as the phone rang again. It was her mom. Ugh. She picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hi honey," her mom said excitedly on the other line, "will we be seeing you for Thanksgiving? I was having lunch with the girls at the country club and they were asking about you."
Olivia rolled her eyes. She didn't want to go back to her small town and make conversation about the latest designer purses and country club meetings. "I will be there in the morning mom."
"That's so great to hear sweetheart," Olivia's mom continued over the phone. "A friend of mine will be joining us for dinner. Is that OK?"
Olivia, still thinking about the acts of this morning, wanted to hurry off the phone. "Sure mom, see you in the morning. Love ya."
As soon as she hung up from the phone, she grabbed her vibrator and hopped back into her bed. As she tried to turn the vibrator on, she realized the batteries had died. She would have to take care of herself the old fashioned way. It had been so long since someone had touched her, she'd been so busy with school that she didn't have time for a sex life. Olivia fingered the outside of her red lace panties, letting her fingers stroke up and down on her vulva. She groaned slightly, "mmmm," as she loved the feeling of lace against her body.
As wetness began to gather inside of her, she slipped a finger inside her panties and began rubbing her clit in slow circles. "Unghhhhh," she moaned and continued rubbing in slow circles until she couldn't take it any longer. She squeezed her clit in her fingers as she orgasmed, her thick thighs slowly relaxing. She traced her tiny waist, coming down from the orgasm and slid her panties and jeans back on. She was going to need to feel as relaxed as she could for tomorrow.
Olivia had finally arrived back home to her small town. She grabbed her bags from her car, as she saw her mom running outside to greet her.
"Honey, you're finally home!" Olivia's mom gave her a big hug and kiss and walked her inside of the house. As Olivia walked inside, she spotted an older man, perhaps in his forties, standing in the kitchen. "Honey, meet my friend, Rhys," Olivia's mom said as she introduced him. "He is a new friend of mine, and he's a college professor."
He was pretty stunning for someone in his forties. He was built, his shoulders and arms bulging out of the v-neck sweater he was wearing. He had dark brown curly hair and the softest blue eyes. Olivia's eyes traveled down as she noticed a huge bulge in his pants. She blushed, her cheeks turning slightly pink.
"Nice to meet you Olivia," Rhys said with a smile.
"Yeah, you too," Olivia continued blushing. She continued to appreciate his physique as her mom interrupted.
"How about you two chat, and I will start working on finishing up the Thanksgiving dinner, huh? I have to run to the store to pick up a few things, I'll be back in about an hour!" Olivia's mom said as she made her way out of the door.
"That sounds great, I can't wait to get to know the lovely Olivia," Rhys said with a smile, as a dimple formed on his right cheek."
Olivia smiled and straightened out her brown leather mini skirt. She was wearing a white turtleneck that hugged her curves and showed off her small waist, and with no bra, she was starting to feeling her nipples poking out. She shivered as Rhys noticed and said, "Chilly huh? Do you want to borrow my jacket?"
Rhys came closer to Olivia and offered his jacket. His eyes went straight to her nipples, which were getting even harder with his look. Rhys gave a slight chuckle and licked his bottom lip. "I can turn the heat up a little."
Olivia watched as Rhys made his way around the house, comfortable and confident. How could she be so turned on by this man? She'd never been into older men before. She hopped up onto the kitchen island, hoping that the warmth of the oven would radiate to her body. Rhys was on his way back and saw her sitting, her skirt hiked up to her mid thighs. He took a seat at the kitchen island and realized that he could see her lace underwear, black with a red ribbon on the front. He said nothing, enjoying the view.