It's not just older men that lose their minds for younger women. An older woman can go stupid around younger men.
Trevor broke his leg and was laid up for two weeks at home; getting under the woman of the house's skin now that he was always there. At twenty-five, Trevor was a good-looking prize for the forty-three year old Vanessa but they were from different eras and lived different lives. His looks would never be an issue, as she came home to find him sitting on the sofa with his leg propped up. Even in just gym shorts and an old tee shirt, she was happy with what she saw there. His black hair was pulled back in a tail and she did not mind the six days growth, giving Trevor a more rugged, manly look that helped bridge the gap in their appearances. If only he had something to do, other than play video games.
Vanessa, a managing partner at a real estate company, was an enterprising person that started her days at five a.m. and ended them after eleven o'clock at night. Four times a week Vanessa was out the door before five a.m. She would hit the gym and tan before grabbing a protein smoothie downtown and then heading to her office. Vanessa was usually the first one in and the last one to leave, always looking as put together at the end of the day as she did starting her day. She wore the popular looks and kept her hair done in a trendy and simple style that most women aspired to wear as well. Always the salesperson Vanessa knew the appearance of a powerful woman could also incorporate the kind of sex appeal that unconsciously controlled men. It sure worked on Trevor getting him to follow her around like a lost puppy even at her age.
The two had no problems with money, both being hard working and successful. Trevor was good with investments, finding our early that he had a knack for the stock market. Much this his parents displeasure he met Vanessa at a work function and the two instantly hit it off, moving in together just four months after they started spending time together. It was a real May, December, romance that included all the heat of a scorching July summer.
Trevor broke his leg rock climbing and would be working from home for four weeks. From seven to five he was always at his desk, his leg on a pedestal. Then he moved out to play his favorite shooter games. Which, is where Vanessa found him today, as he blasted away at one of his old college friends while trying to sell him on a portfolio move for his individual retirement account?
"Well, it looks like you're having an eventful day," she told him, setting her keys on a fancy wood table by the door.
"Actually, I made thirty-five thousand myself today and moved over two million in sales today," he laughed as she stood there, mouth hanging open.
"Oh my god!" she shouted, I am so proud of you.
Vanessa showered Trevor with affectionate kisses as she congratulated him on the banner day. He was getting good enough at managing trades he was out performing even the brokers she used for her professional accounts. Trevor wasn't just the hottest guy she had gone out with, he was the most financially successful she dated in the past ten years.
"Maybe you should put that game away and let me give you a much better reward for all that hard work," she told him, kissing his neck as she reached inside the elastic of his shorts, fishing out his eight inches of manhood.
It took Trevor less than a second to think about giving up the game. He pitched the game controller and headphones into the chair to his left and leaned back against the sofa, letting his woman work her magic on him. Their lips met and the soft moistness of her lip-gloss stuck on his whiskers. Vanessa's big, brown, bedroom eyes looked into his silver gray orbs, as she began to slide down the front of him, her knees on the floor as she slid his shorts down past his ankles. Vanessa ran her hands up the inside of his thighs, teasing him with her fancy red, painted nails. She shook her hair out, letting it fall behind her as she undid her white, business top, her black lace bra barely holding her bountiful 38C cupped breasts.
Trevor kissed Vanessa on the mouth before she pushed him back. Her tongue ran its' way down the center of his chest, her hair gliding along, teasing his skin. Vanessa wrapped her hand around his throbbing hardness, grasping it at the base, her tiny hands barely making it all the way around. She began to stroke him, up and down, rhythmically as she kissed the large, mushroom head in front of her. Vanessa ran her tongue around him, feeling his twitchiness. She was excited by the edginess her man went through as she sucked him, the way he was always out of control. She took the length of him into her mouth, slowly lowering her open lips around him, easing the stiffness into the back of his throat.
Vanessa could feel the increased spasms Trevor was experiencing as she held his balls in her hand, rolling them softly. She knew what was coming and that it was coming quickly, before she knew what was going to hit her, Vanessa pulled back at an ill-timed moments and caught the first and biggest blast of cum on her face.
"Oh my..." she was silenced as the second blast hit her, followed by a third and forth as Trevor lost control of himself.
"God, baby, you haven't even relieved yourself lately, have you," cooed the messy faced Vanessa as she wiped herself off with her shirt. "I know with the broken leg it's hard to do much but I need to take care of you a little more from the looks of that crazy eruption."
Trevor laughed aloud as he started to regain his composure. It'd been a couple weeks since the accident and his leg was finally starting to feel better. After what Vanessa just did to him, he really wanted to go again but he noticed something that he totally forgot when she distracted him.
"Baby," he said, "You know how hot you are and how much I love you?"
"Judging me how much of you is on my blouse, you love me very much," she chuckled.
"Baby, the webcam was on during the game."
Vanessa's eyes widened as she realized she had pushed him off the game without paying much attention to anything other than the news of his banner sales day. She was wound up, admittedly and seeing her sexy trophy after a thirty-five thousand single day total, had revved her up more than she realized. Vanessa chuckled, half trying to cover herself as she looked around behind her, seeing the camera and the onscreen image of Trevor's old college friend, Kyle Kane.
"Um..." she shyly said, "Hi, Kyle. I'm guessing you watched the entire show. So how'd it look?"
"He can hear you but without the earphones," Trevor told her, watching her shyly cringe as Kyle gave a two thumbs up and then simulate jerking off.
"I'm going to go take a shower, then hang myself," Vanessa said, rushing off laughing.
Vanessa knew that she would have to keep up with the younger generation if she was going to date so far beneath her age range. They were a much more open bunch than she remembered her friends being at the same age. Twenty years ago, she would never have given a blowjob while her boyfriends buddy sat and watched. Now, as she had just done that very thing, she realized it wasn't that big a deal. Kyle was attractive as well. She'd fantasized about the idea of the two of them doing her at the same time, having their way with her, using her body together as they wore her out, showing no mercy.
"God, I'm such a slut," she told herself as her body told her how much she enjoyed the idea of Kyle watching, the things she would let the two do if he had been there.
The night went by with the two lovers having a quiet evening in, taking turns bringing each other to much needed orgasmic releases. With Trevor's leg broken, Vanessa would occasionally go for refreshments. Trevor slept in as Vanessa went off to the gym with Kimber, her best friend and confidant. Their Saturday routine would have her out of the house for a couple of hours as he girls went to work out, grab coffees and then would go to one or the others place and talk about their week. Vanessa had a lot to discuss, especially the story of Kyle seeing her and Trevor's indiscretion.
When they came back to the house, Vanessa was still thinking about a way to pay Trevor back for letting that happen to her. She knew, in the back of her mind, he would have known Kyle was still there. Why, why would he leave the game connected and throw his controller like that? As the two girls sat down and opened a bottle of wine, knowing Kyle was at his office desk, looking at the overseas marketing reports, Vanessa was concocting something that would catch the younger man off guard.
"I'm calling Jennifer, I want you to call Sara and have her come over," she told Kimber.
Kimber whimsically looked at her friend as she reached for her phone, "Why?"
"I want to pay Kyle back for yesterday and I've got the perfect idea," Vanessa laughed. "I just need you girls to play along, between friends."
Sara, a Latino woman in her thirties, arrived first. Sara had jet-black hair, a Central American complexion and perfect skin. Her large natural breasts and thick thighs gave her curves that were attractive to men and women. She dressed well and always wore clothing that showed her midriff, usually with a belly chain and pendant clinging to her tightly toned waist. When Sara arrived, the two girls drug her out to the pool for a little early Saturday cocktail.