FREEDOM REGAINED

-PAGE: EROTICA + TV

-TITLE: FREEDOM REGAINED

-AUTHOR: LOLO

-CHAPTER 1:

My name is Kassim. I'm 23 years old and I'm a student at FSAN. After a long day of studying and boring classes, I'm officially on spring break! I'm done with classes for a week. I can't wait to spend time with my friends in Botswana! I quickly grab my already packed suitcases from my room and head back to Buffalo City. My family won't be there. They're in the southeast of the country touring the islands. I was a little jealous and upset that my parents forgot to invite me. I quickly recovered when my friend Farid invited me to Gaborone to spend the week in a hotel. I planned to go home this weekend to do some chores and prepare for my trip next week. My parents want me to mow the lawn, wash the cars, and repaint the shed in the backyard before leaving for Botswana. Honestly, I don't mind, because I haven't been home in months, and I'm getting paid for it. A good salary, too, that I could use for my trip.

I get home a few hours later. I unload my car and head home. It feels good to be back. I quickly grab a snack from the fridge and get to work. I washed both parents' cars. I mowed the lawn until sunset. When evening came, I did the front yard. Tomorrow, I'd finish the rest of my chores. As I was putting the lawnmower in the garage, I heard a car coming. I turned around to look. It was a new convertible. As I saw it go by, I looked at the driver. My eyes widened. The driver was a woman. She was gorgeous! She looked to be in her thirties. She was blonde and wearing what looked like a summer dress. As she drove by, she saw me in my driveway and waved. I waved back, but she had already gone. She turned into a house two doors down. I'd never seen her before and wondered what her relationship was to Mr. Bedel, a widower who lived in that house two doors down. Then I remembered my mother had told me Mr. Bedel had moved to Johannesburg about two months ago. This woman must have been new. I watched her park her car and walk to her front door. She stopped and looked in my direction. She walked over to me. Shit! I don't know what to say!

She walked up to me;

"Hi, how are you? You must be Kassim. Your mother has told me so much about you."

She extended her hand, and I shook it;

__Nice to meet you, madam.

She introduced herself as Floriane Bona. I invited her over for a glass of lemonade, which she happily accepted. We chatted for about half an hour. I told her about my studies, my vacation, my trip, and some housework before leaving. Then she told me her story.

__FLORIANE: Well, Kassim, I've been in the neighborhood for about a month. I moved from Pretoria to start a new life here. It's so much better here in Buffalo City: the climate, the people, and life in general.

She told me her husband was in the Navy and was overseas, and that moving to Buffalo City would increase her chances of seeing him more often, since his military base was here.

I was disappointed when she told me she was married, but I shouldn't have been surprised. She's super sexy. She's slightly tanned with curly blond hair that falls to her shoulders. She wore a teal summer dress adorned with light flowers. When she wasn't looking at me, I repeatedly admired her open neckline, revealing her lovely, plump breasts! They're incredible! I imagined myself kissing each nipple and...

Kassim!

I was quickly brought back to reality. Mrs. Bona was looking at me. She caught me staring at her breasts! Damn!

I apologized for losing focus, pretending I was daydreaming. Mrs. Bona simply smiled and continued talking;

My husband won't be back for about six months, so I live alone here and work part-time from home.

I was curious if she had any children, so I asked her.

She replied:

Do you have any children?

__FLORIANE: I have two boys. My eldest is named Maël. He's 24. The youngest is named Thobi. He's 20. They're both at university in Durban.

I was surprised. Her children were about my age, and she looked so young! Mrs. Bona could see I was puzzled by her age.

__FLORIANE: If you're surprised that I have older children, it comes to me often. I'm 46. I've been married for 26 years.

I was surprised and excited when she told me that. I was flirting with a mature woman! A hottie, no less!

__ME: You look great for your age, Ms. Bona.

She smiled;

__Call me Floriane.

__ME: Of course, Floriane.

She stood up, shook my hand again, and said it was a pleasure to meet me. We exchanged numbers, and then she left.

That evening, I rewatched all the adult movies on my computer featuring mature women. As my cock began to come to life, I started jerking off. I'm 7.7 inches long and nice and thick! I imagined I was fucking Floriane. I started to feel precum. The videos were getting hotter and hotter. My cock couldn't take it anymore. My cum spurted and spurted into the air. I ejaculated several times on my bed! Each spurt was more powerful than the last. After cleaning up my mess, I lay in bed thinking about Floriane. I couldn't stop thinking about fucking Mrs. Bona. Anal sex is one of my biggest fetishes. Shortly after, I fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up and had a quick breakfast. I planned to finish the lawn and shed by late afternoon. Around 3:30 p.m., I put the lawnmower and paints away in the garage. I was done. My flight to Botswana is tomorrow afternoon, and I now have some free time. I thought about visiting Mrs. Bona. I started to get excited again thinking about her. Suddenly, my phone started vibrating. I smiled. It was her. She wanted me to come over for lunch. I told her I'd be there. I grabbed my car keys and went to the local grocery store to buy some dessert.

I went to Mrs. Bona's house and rang the bell. She opened the door and greeted me.

__Hey Kassim, come in.

I walked into her house and smelled fresh pasta cooking in the kitchen. It smelled delicious. She led me to the living room and told me to watch television while dinner was ready. I just turned on the news. It was the first channel that came on. Honestly, I didn't pay attention. All I could think about was Mrs. Bona. Today, she was wearing a purple blouse that revealed a low neckline, with a black miniskirt. A little later, Floriane called me to the table. We ate and chatted. Shortly after dessert, Floriane went to wash the dishes while I sat in her living room waiting for her. I started hearing strange grunts and moans coming from her kitchen. I got up to see what was going on.

Floriane was sitting on a chair and holding her stomach.

I asked, "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

She just looked up. She didn't look well.

To be continued...