My name is Lynette, and I am a very successful businesswoman.
I have returned home and have rekindled a new business with me ex-husband - no we will not be getting back together. We have worked together before, and we were a formidable team that made lots of money: he looked after the finances and paperwork while I was the saleswoman. This partnership just works! There's no romance between us. That died years ago.
I, on the other hand, love being in relationships with men. I haven't had a serious fling for a couple of years - I was working too hard on my unsuccessful venture - but I do like playing the field.
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 also 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.
I had the neighbour's son over for dinner last night, and afterwards, he stayed the night with me. We had some fantastic sex, and I had drifted off to sleep with my neighbour's son's impressive, hard cock buried deep inside me.
GETTING UP
I slowly drifted awake. It was so lovely to be waking up next to Mathew.
There is a small on-suite bathroom attached to my bedroom, and I decided a nice warm shower would wake me up. Once the water had heated up, I went in and dreamed about last night.
I am a slave to habit, and the first thing I do when I have a long shower is washing my hair. I wet my hair and lathered up my special shampoo.
I heard, rather than saw, the shower door open as my eyes were closed to stop the shampoo stinging my eyes. I felt Mathew nestle up next to me. The boy was obviously still excited as I could feel his hard-on pressing into my back.
Mathew took over massaging my head. I succumbed to these warm feelings and leant back into him.
Mathew took the shower head off its bracket and used it to brush out the shampoo. I was able to open my eyes as he had considerately held his other hand on my forehead to prevent the soap suds washing over my face.
I reached over a grabbed the bottle of conditioner. I handed it to Mathew and gave him a kiss at the same time. Mathew took the hint, applied a small amount of conditioner in the palm of his hand and applied it to my head.
As Mathew massaged my head, I reached down and started to stroke his growing erection.
Mathew, once again, took the shower head off its bracket and used it to brush out the conditioner. He then picked up the bar of scented soap and used it to wash the rest of me. What he did, though, was to tease my sensitive nipples, and he ensured that my smooth pussy was immaculately clean.
Mathew then pushed me up against the glass, spread my legs apart slightly and guided his hard-on into my willing, wet pussy. I had this overwhelming feeling of femininity by held by this strong, masculine young man as he fucked me from behind. I love being handled in such a way, and I enjoy the feeling of having a man wanting to fuck me just like this. I was pushing back into Mathew as he thrust himself into me.
With the water cascading over our bodies and the slipperiness of all the soap made for a very smooth, warm feeling. Mathew held me around my waist with one arm while his other hand teased my nipples.
"Oh, God. This feels good," I said. "I'm going to cum soon."
"I'm going to cum soon, too." Replied Mathew.
"I want to feel your cum inside me," I whispered into Mathew's ear. "I want to feel you fill me up."
"Oh. Lynette," mumbled Mathew. "you're so fucking hot!" he added as I felt the tell-tail signs of his cock twitching as his orgasm erupted in me. I could feel spurt after spurt of his warm seed enter me.
"Oh, that feels so nice," I breathed. "I'm cumming, too." As my body began to shake gently in orgasmic bliss.
My massive D cup boobs were squashed up against the glass and Mathew was stroking my arms and the sides of boobs as he stood there, pressing me up against the shower glass. I had come to realise that because of his youth, Mathew stayed hard for some time after he had had an orgasm. He also had this incredible tendency to remain buried deep inside me after he had cum which was something I really enjoyed: it made me feel spiritual, as well as physically, connected to him as we both came down from our mutual orgasm.
I reluctantly broke this connection first as I had a busy day planned. I quickly rinsed myself off as I said, "You finish your shower, and I'll get dressed."
I dried off and put on my short bathrobe. A few minutes later, Mathew came out and joined me in my bedroom. I went over and smooched up to him. Stroking his still-hard erection. I asked, "Do you still want to come on the road trip with me?"
"You bet I do," Mathew replied with a grin.
"Why don't you go back home and get dressed for a day trip," I asked. "I want to get away in about half an hour."
"Ok," he said.
Once Mathew had left, I was free to get dressed. That boy was a pleasant distraction, but this was going to be a work trip. I really needed to get ready.
I decided to wear my work-site marketing attire as I had a busy day trying to make some sales.
My tits are large but firm; however, I must wear a bra to support them. My choice today was my favourite balconette bra. It offered just the right support and was as sexy as hell!
The bra I chose had a padded quarter cup with the remainder being a half cup of semi-transparent tulle fabric. The bra's quarter cup pads lifted my tits and brought them together, which really enhanced my cleavage. The tulle fabric was see-through enough that, if you were close enough, you were able to see my dark nipples.
I decided to wear a thong that matched my bra. It was called a Daisy knicker from Wicked Weasel. It was a string thong with a similar semi-transparent tulle fabric that matched my bra. If you were close enough, you could just make out my smooth pussy lips through the thin material.
I pulled out my 'sensible' heels for today. They weren't as high as most of my other shoes and had a wedge rather than stilettoes, but they still added four inches to my height. I spent about a quarter of an hour drying my hair and then stood at my dresser applying makeup.
I heard Mathew returning and soon after he had climbed the stairs to my bedroom. I could see from the reflection in my mirror that he was wearing some nice, casual clothes.
He came up behind me and held me around my waist as I continued to apply makeup. I felt him fumbled around, and the next thing I knew, he had pulled the thin string of my thong aside and began rubbing my pussy.
"Darling, I said. "Please stop distracting me. I've really got to get . . . r e a d y," as Mathew effortlessly plunged his hard cock deep inside my wet, willing pussy.
"You seem very ready," said Mathew as he continued to plunge into me.
"Ready!" I moaned. "Yes - I've - Got - To - Get - Ready." I groaned while Mathew continued to fuck me. I leant forward and pushed against my dresser. My heels had caused my pelvis to pivot up, allowing Mathew fantastic access to my aroused pussy from behind. I flexed my legs and squeezed on my pelvic floor.
"Oh, Lynette," moaned Mathew in my ear. "That feels so tight."
It was so erotic being able to see myself getting fucked in my mirror. I could see Mathew was nibbling my ear lobe as he was looking at me in the mirror with a strained look. "Oh, Darling, I whispered, "Please cum inside me again."