She leaned back in her chair and let her hand slide down into her pajama bottoms. Feeling her warm pussy against her fingertips she imagined a nameless man kissing up her leg and running his tongue warm and soft between her pussy lips. Her other hand unbuttoned her top and cupped one of her breasts, gently massaging the nipple.
She had been in the chatroom for a half hour and it was very active. Two men had been vying for her attention since she entered and now she had just described to one the feel of his cock in her mouth while the other was turning her on with a vivid description of his mouth caressing her pussy.
She had been experimenting with the adult swinger's site for a few weeks now and in that time found herself in front of her keyboard masturbating more and more. She had tried dating locally, but since she had moved to this sleepy Vermont town her options had been frustrating to say the least. A friend back home suggested the site, at the very least as an outlet for the pent up sexual urges that had grown since coming to this isolated location. Her girlfriend had chatted with a few men online, and met one for what she described as a liberating experience; the whole thing sounded intriguing so she promised her friend she would at least look at it.
At 42 years old she had never married, never wanted children, and now wanted to explore a side of her sexuality she had been hesitant to explore before. She knew she was attractive, her friends were continuously telling her how beautiful she was. At 5'3" she had a tone body, soft curves and a perfect ass, and because she never breastfed her breasts were still a firm and perky B cup. A little more than a handful as they had been described to her with medium sized areolas and unusually sensitive nipples. Men were often mistaking her for being years younger than she actually was.
Now, as she fingered herself, reading in the words of a stranger how he was pushing his hot cock deep inside her, she wanted nothing more than to feel the real thing. Shared fantasies with multiple partners, knowing men were stroking their cocks and thinking of her, the thought of a man's shaft warm and thick in her hands as she ran her lips over the soft tip, she was more than horny and wanted to fuck badly.
She closed her eyes and envisioned herself lying back with two men kissing, caressing and fondling her body, a cock in her pussy and one in her hand, and her writhing in ecstasy. Her fingers slipped deeper inside as she massaged her breast firmly and finger fucked herself, moaning softly as the hint of orgasm began to grow. Suddenly the doorbell rang.
Startled she quickly buttoned her shirt and made her way out of her bedroom to the front door. Who could be ringing her bell? The closest house was about a quarter of a mile away and she didn't expect visitors. One of the reasons why she chose this house was to not be disturbed. She wanted solitude to follow her passions as a writer, and the outskirts of this quiet town at the base of the mountain was ideal. Now she peered through the peephole to see a young man, soaked and shivering in the pouring rain on her doorstep.
He was drenched to the core. Earlier that day he had taken off from his home in Western Massachusetts on his way to meet his friend in Vermont. His friend and his girlfriend had rented a small house in the mountains for the weekend and had asked him to join them. His initial plan was for Saturday, but his boss was in good spirits and let them leave the job site early, so after going home for a quick shower and to pack a light overnight bag, he was on his way to surprise his friend. The weather was warm though the sun had nearly set, with few clouds; nice for a New England evening in early October. But as he made his way towards the state border it became more overcast.
When he reached the state line it had begun to rain, and less than a half hour ago the sky opened up, making visibility in the gathering darkness near impossible. He heard a bang and his car suddenly veered off the road and settled beside the brush at the edge of the surrounding forest. He got out to check and found he had blown his rear tire. He had no flashlight in the car, and with the torrential rain and smothering darkness he decided to walk the empty road until he found a house and hopefully a kind soul to help him. He slipped and fell in the mud not once, but twice as he made his way back onto the road to begin his walk through the dark. Now, filthy, shivering and cold, he rang the doorbell of the first house he came to, just under a half mile away.
She opened the door slightly and looked out at the stranger. She found herself looking at what she later described as a gorgeous young man. He was soaked to the bone, his muddied white T-shirt clinging to his body and revealing every curve of his tone muscles. Her eyes trailed down his chest, over his tight abs, and then back up to his face. Crystal blue eyes looked back at her. His cheekbones were high and his face masculine. Locks of his sandy brown hair clung to his forehead, rain dripping from his chin and nose. She suddenly realized she was staring at him, so she composed herself and asked "Can I help you?"
After a brief explanation she invited him out of the cold. She knew it was potentially dangerous to welcome a stranger into her home, but she couldn't let him stay out in the storm, it wasn't in her nature. He introduced himself as James. "Lily," she said and shook his hand. "Your hands are so cold, you must have been out in the storm for a while." Her mind was whirling. 'Where did this guy come from? Just when I was lost in a fantasy and wanting so badly to have some sexy man to take advantage of the universe dumps one cold and wet on my doorstep.'
She told him the car could wait and the first thing he needed to do was to get out of those wet clothes and into a hot shower. He took off his sneakers and socks and, leaving them by the door, he followed her down the hall and through her bedroom to her bathroom. As they passed her desk she noticed him glance at her computer screen. 'Crap!' she thought, 'I forgot to close my laptop.' She was sure he saw the chat room she had only a few moments before been masturbating to. She quickly led him past into the bathroom.
"The showers in there, just leave your clothes by the door and I'll wash them for you. I don't think I have anything that will fit you, but you can use my robe so at least you'll have something until your clothes are dry. While you're doing that I'll get you a towel."
He thanked her and she quickly went to her computer and logged out of the chat room. She felt embarrassed at first but then thought 'What if he's into that? This could be interesting if I play my cards right.'
She went out into the hall to get a towel from the linen closet. As she was grabbing the towel she heard the shower start. She couldn't believe there was a hot, naked man in her shower! A few minutes before she was rubbing her wet pussy wishing she could feel a man's cock in her mouth, and now this beautiful young man is naked in her house. She went back to the bathroom to find the door slightly open and his clothes piled just inside the threshold.
"I've got your towel." She heard him thank her for all she was doing for him. Tossing the towel onto the countertop by the sink she edged the door open a little wider and bent down to get his clothes. As she picked up his clothes she looked into the mirror. From where she was she could see his naked body just behind the glass shower door. She stopped and watched. Standing sideways she could see him soaping up his body, his hands running over his chest and down around what was a very nice size cock. She watched the suds drip down the shaft and off the tip as they cascaded from his upper body. Turning he exposed his entire front and she could only think of how she wanted to kiss and caress her way over his shoulders and chest, down his stomach, and lick slowly the length of his cock. She looked at his face but his eyes were closed, he appeared not to notice her there in the mirror. He turned and she saw the strength of his back and his firm, sexy ass. She took one last long look and hurried his clothes to the washer.
As she loaded the washer she took his phone and his wallet out of his pants. Looking at his license it said he was indeed where he said he was from. She gave a little sigh of relief. After all he could have been lying to her the whole time. He still may be she thought, but now she had a stronger feeling he was telling the truth. Looking at his birthday she realized he was only 24. 'Oh my God,' she thought, 'he's almost 20 years younger than me!'
Thinking of how she had a hot younger man in her shower suddenly made her feel like a real cougar. Oh how she wanted to climb on him and slide her pussy down over his thick cock. She let her hand glide its way into her pajamas and felt how wet her pussy had gotten. She wanted to go back in there and join him in the shower and feel him run his hands over her back and hips and ass as he pulled her against his naked skin, feeling his cock press against her belly and her nipples brush against his chest. She wanted so badly to feel his cock pulsing inside her.
She finished loading the wash and went into her room to find her long robe. As she passed the bathroom door she stopped again to take another quick look. He was in the shower facing the mirror. He was washing his hair and face so she didn't think he could see her staring. His hands glided down to his cock and he began to caress and play with it. She watched as he lathered it up and began to stroke it slowly. He let it go to wash the soap from his face and she saw how he had gotten hard, his cock now almost fully erect and what she thought to be about eight inches long. Gliding his hand up and down the shaft he began to tease himself, then almost as quickly as he began he turned, rinsing his hair and body off. Startled that he may have seen her watching she quickly moved to her closet and got her robe. The water turned off and she heard him step out. Laying the robe on the bed she called to him to let him know it was there and that she would be in the living room when he was done.
He closed his eyes and let the hot water pour over his body, the chill from the walk in the storm quickly melting away. Less than a half hour ago he was helpless on the side of the road and nearly drowning from the downpour, now he was in a beautiful woman's shower and marveling at the way fate can turn. She was incredible. Auburn hair cascading over her shoulders, beautiful brown eyes looking from her lovely face, and a sensuous petite body. He followed her movements with his eyes as she led him barefoot down the hall. The gentle sway of her sexy hips, her pajamas hugging the curve of her ass. When she turned to him he could see the outline of her breasts and her nipples firm pushing against the cotton of her button down pajama top. He tried to sneak a peek through the gap between the buttons, seeing the creamy color of her tone belly just before she turned away.
