I caught myself looking in my big floor-to-ceiling mirror as I heard the shower running in my en suite bathroom. Mathew, my best friend's twenty-one-year-old son was in there starting to have a shower.
We had just fucked outside on my deck. I can't say that we made love. It was raw and primal. I hadn't had sex with someone so young. Or more correctly, when I had sex with someone Mathew's age I was twenty myself.
My name is Lynette and I am a very successful businesswoman. Until recently, I had moved out of town when I had embarked on a business venture that, unfortunately, did not turn out as successful as I would have liked.
I am in my mid-thirties and I still think that I am attractive. I have been told that my long legs look fabulous and I love the way they look when I am in heels. My other assets are my natural D-cup breasts. I have often been asked whether I have had some work done to my breasts as they have always been firm and pert. They used to be even firmer than they are now. I suppose that is just a reflection of age as I slowly approach forty-years-old.
I am a very spiritual person. When I connect with people I tend to form deep, empathetic relationships. Some people think that I can read minds. It's just that I can really sense other people's moods and thoughts.
MY BEDROOM
I was wearing a white Wicked Weasel 801 sheer vision one-piece swimsuit. As the name suggests, the sheer vision fabric is slightly see-through. The swimsuit completely covered my front but it was almost entirely backless: there was a pair of thin straps across my shoulder blades that caused the suit to contour nicely around my boobs. The bottom was like a G- string.
Earlier in the afternoon, we had been working in my garden. Towards the end of the work, Mathew had aimed my garden hose at me and I had been deluged with water. Admittedly, I had sprayed him with the garden hose first after he commented that I was pretty hot. I reacted to that comment by giving him a cold shower.
Mathew had responded by gently wrestling the hose from me and pointed it at me. It was my mistake for daring him not to spray it at me. I should have known better: he was only twenty-one after all!
The impromptu shower had caused my sheer vision swimsuit to become completely transparent. It seemed as if the fabric was even more transparent where it had stretched thinly over my firm tits and hairless pussy.
I just stood there in my bedroom looking at myself in the mirror as my gorgeous, young worker was having a shower in my en suite bathroom. He was cleaning himself up after everything we had done in the afternoon. As my swimsuit's fabric had mostly dried out, the evaporating moisture had made my nipples become extremely stiff and they were proudly sticking out under the gossamer material.
THE EN SUITE
I peeled off the thin 801 one-piece swimsuit and stood momentarily to look at myself in the mirror. I am proud of my natural D-cup breasts. They have always been firm and pert and, as I cupped them in my hands, my thumbs grazed my sensitive nipples.
My hand drifted down to my smooth pussy. Two days ago I had received a full Hollywood-styled Brazilian wax. I love my pussy being hairless and I had got waxed a couple of days ago specifically on the chance of seducing my young neighbour.
"Do you like my silky-smooth pussy?" I had asked Mathew earlier as we had fucked outside on my sun lounger. He had been fondling my tits and was unable to speak. He had just nodded his head in agreement. Little did I know, but was taking away his virginity. No wonder he was speechless!
I went to get a fluffy white towel from the cupboard as I heard the water running in the shower. I entered the bathroom and I could see that my young stud was beautifully hard again. I opened the glass shower door and smooched up against his soapy body. I looked up into his eyes as I gripped his hard cock in my small, soapy hand.
"Would you like some more?" I asked as I stroked his hard-on.
"Yes." Was his reply as he bent down to kiss me passionately.
I don't know what my metric height is: I am five feet four inches tall. I realised that Mathew must have been at least six inches taller than me as I reached up to return his kiss.
I have a big dispenser of scented body wash sitting on the soap caddy. I pumped the dispenser a few times and received some soap in my hands. "Here, turn around," I asked Mathew. I started to rub his broad back. I noticed he had a small amount of back hair which the water had turned into a dark colour.
"Mmm," is all Mathew said as I gently massaged his muscles.
"Your muscles seem very tense. I can give you a proper massage. If you like," I suggested.
"Mmm," hummed Mathew again. "Yesss please." He hissed.
I moved around to Mathew's front and started to caress his chest. He had a light covering of curly chest hair which I find incredibly attractive. My hands looked so small against his broad chest as I rubbed the body wash into Mathew's tense muscles.
My left hand gripped onto Mathew's clavicle while my right hand rubbed his chest. I couldn't help but slightly hump my aroused pussy on Mathew's thigh as my breathing slowed.
"Here, let me soap you up," offered Mathew as he moved in behind me. I could feel his hard-on press into the small of my back. He thoughtfully gathered my hair into a ponytail. I didn't want to get my hair wet.
Mathew squirted body wash into his big hands and then started to fondle my big tits. All the men I have been with have loved my large, firm boobs and Mathew was no exception. I looked down to see my tits covered in a thick coating of soap suds as Mathew began to give them a wonderful massage.
Mathew had lowered his mouth down to my left ear as he started to nibble my ear lobe. "I've always wanted to touch these," said Mathew as he moved his grip. He had one arm across my chest which held me firmly against him while his other hand had drifted down to my pussy.
It was my turn to say, "Mmm." I felt weak at the knees as Mathew simultaneously caressed my pussy, nipples and ear lobe. I used my arms to steady myself against the glass wall of the shower. As I pushed back I could feel his hard-on press into me firmly.
I was overcome with these beautiful sensations and my arms became weak. Mathew's relentless pressure pushed me up against the shower glass as his hand continued to fondle my pussy lips.
"Put your fingers in my pussy," I pleaded. Mathew inserted two fingers into my dripping pussy which was slick with a combination of my juices and all the soap. "I'm going to cum soon," I cried as Mathew quickly thrust his fingers in my pussy. His thumb was rubbing the erect nub of my clit.
I began breathing in short, shallow breaths that were sure sign that I was on the verge of an amazing orgasm. My lips and fingers had started to tingle slightly and my whole being was focused on the sensations originating from my clitoris.
"Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh," I panted. "OH, F U C K, D O N ' T S T O P." I hissed.
"That's right, Lynette. You've dreamt of this all week. Haven't you?" whispered Mathew in my ear.
"Yes," I hissed. "Oh, Yes . . . I'm CUMMING," I screamed. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" I pleaded as my pussy contracted around Mathew's fingers, squirting my juices over his hand and into the shower stream at the same time.
When I came down to earth I tried, unsuccessfully, to regain my composure. Mathew held me in his serene grip as I remained forced against the shower glass. Even though the glass had steamed up, I could see through it. My fog-free mirror on the other side of the bathroom revealed a wonton image of me being pressed firmly against the transparent glass. My big tits were squashed flat onto the glass and my dark areolae were easily visible.
I spied a view of Mathew who caught my gaze in the reflection. My heart raced as he said, "That was beautiful, Lynette," as he nuzzled my neck.
"I liked the way you played with me, just then," I commented.
