It was an ingenious device. Its shape left no doubt as to its use. The remote control was discreet, easily hidden in a palm, or easy to slip into a pocket of one of her sexy pairs of slacks that worked so well with many of her attractive tops. It was easy to thumb the start button, then advance through various patterns of vibration.
And Susan loved using it in a sexy game she'd devised to keep Lenny interested in playing with her.
There were Devon and Rick before Lenny. Her first younger man was Devon, and they played together for several weeks. It ended when he thanked her for opening his mind to the many new things she'd led him to, saying that he'd begun a relationship with a terrific woman closer to his own age, someone he was eager to play with in the ways Susan had taught him. It was a bittersweet end to her time with Devon -- "closer to his own age" had a bite to it, but his eagerness to be a better lover because of her time with him was a salve to her ego.
And then there was Rick. Oh, god, the man could stay hard through four fuckings in the span of as many hours -- draining, exhausting, blissful hours! But after a short time, ending it with Rick was the right thing because... well, because Rick was just simply Rick.
So now, Lenny. His cock was beautiful. Susan adored it, tingled at the sight and feel of it. She particularly loved watching it get hard.
When it was hard for her (and THAT was critically important -- hard for HER), she would caress it with fingertips, hands, lips, tongue.
Lenny's groans and moans were quite sexy, and Susan worked at eliciting them when she fellated him. Knowing he was sexually aroused and enjoying what she was doing to him was important.
It meant he'd be interested in more of the same, of course.
And of course, Lenny was. What 28-year-old junior accountant with a normal libido wouldn't be?
The fact that Lenny worked for BDR&L one floor below her was deliciously convenient. When she began the job, waiting through an elevator ride to the twenty-third floor quickly became tiresome, but then the anticipation of those times when she and Lenny happened into the first-floor atrium with the bank of elevators in the morning or after lunch took some of the tedium out of waiting for the numbers to tick through the LED displays above the row of elevators until one of them read "1."
It was rare they were alone in one of the many elevators in the tall office building downtown, but Susan could have him hard between the first and twenty-second floors on those occasions when no stops interrupted the trip.
Hard in 22 floors. Just that fast.
For Susan, in her mid-forties, the gym and a watchful eye on her diet were necessary to attract young men. It was stupid that society continued with uninformed prejudices, but it was a fact. Attracting younger men simply meant being in shape. Gym shape. And it was so-o-o-o unfair as Susan would watch young female interns with beach-bunny bodies enjoying rich desserts when a group in her office went out for lunch. Or she would see them snack throughout the day, all the while talking about how they have to watch their weight, even as they came to work in form-fitting suits and dresses.
Looking fabulous.
John's death had been devastating, and finding herself a widow at 38 was never in her vision of any happily-ever-after option. There would be a time in her life when she would remarry; it was inevitable. It was just too necessary for a focused, intimate, loving and committed relationship that was Susan's normal state.
But something funny happened along the way to the next marriage, no matter who the charming Mr. Right turned out to be.
Susan discovered she like having sex with virile, handsome young men.
She discovered she liked toying with their cocks and feeling those wonderful hard dicks filling her up for her first orgasm and then riding them again for a second and even a third before these young studs lost their erections.
Had she ever fantasized about such a thing? Certainly. But she'd always resigned such thoughts to pure fantasy. Forty-year-old women don't do such things.
But then, Devon.
Seeing forty approach and knowing she would have to step back into the dating game meant Susan realized the rules dictated an improvement to her body, which, while certainly attractive and well-kept in a forty-ish kind of way, could use some firming, some toning, some tightening, some... sexiness of the type that could carry off a daring little black dress that bespoke tastefulness and class but concealed (barely) a smokin' body that would tempt a host of men, one of whom might turn out to be the man to provide at least some of the happiness she'd had with John.
That was the rationale Susan used to get herself to the gym.
Devon began coming to the gym six months after Susan began the update to her physical self. By then, she had worked herself back to little-black-dress status.
He was handsome. He was fit. He had fabulous shoulders and abs, something she noticed when he played a pick-up game of basketball on the gym's court.
And he noticed Susan, too.
"You're pretty regular here, huh?" he said one evening as Susan climbed off the stair-stepper.
A coy smile played across her lips.
"You've noticed?"
"Please don't think me a jerk for saying this," he replied, glancing down at the floor, "but, well, it's kinda hard not to notice."
And there. Right then. Right at that very moment, the tingle of interest in a man that Susan recognized from multiple times in her past somehow linked to a completely new thought:
Maybe this man wants to play
, she thought, but then found the new, arousing second part of that mental flash kick in:
Maybe I want to play with his cock
.
Devon had looked back up, looked back into her eyes.
Where did that thought come from?
Susan wondered, noticing Devon's long lashes.
Then the most amazing thing came out of Susan's mouth: "Maybe you've noticed because of something you see that you like?"
And then, oh, that blush of embarrassment on Devon's face. It was so cute.
But it was also intensely arousing.
"Ummm, yeah, I guess so," he managed to stammer.
"What do you like to see?"
Am I really saying this!
Susan marveled.
