A decision had been made. Karen trembled with excitement. She was about to take the plunge. But she felt confident, encouraged by her husband that she had nothing to fear. Her husband Ben was such a sweet man and such a powerful lover. He had assured his wife that no young man in his early twenties would turn down such an offer, especially from such a sexy older woman. Turning forty frightened Karen. But Ben knew how to make her realize just how sexy she still was, especially with her small frame, well-toned muscles, and her small but firm breasts sporting what Ben calls "very intense" nipples that readily confessed her state of arousal. Plus her wide streak of naughty exhibitionism and constant state of sexy naughtiness that swirled around her always got all the boys' attention.
This boy, her target, was no exception. She made sure Mark got an eyeful of her taut body every chance she got, prancing about in her special white swimsuit, the one she had carefully removed all the lining to shamelessly display those expressive nipples and her thick labia. It was a swimsuit suited only for private times with her husband, or when she wanted to show herself off to vulnerable boys. Mark could not take his eyes off her moving about the pool area as he mowed the lawn each week. She had been building up to this. Today would be her big step.
Mark watched as she dove into the pool, quickly swam to the edge and climbed out. The fine material of her swimsuit was nearly transparent when wet. She grabbed the towel and dried her hair as she walked over to him, slowly enough for him to get a good look. She smiled at him, encouraging of his gaze. He shut off the mower as she got close, realizing she had something to say.
"I have a request," she announced.
"Sure, anything," he replied.
"Good," she said with a big smile, realizing this may be easier than she had anticipated.
"I am going to go take a shower... and I would love for you to join me," she told him. Her very core trembled with anticipation, suddenly fearing he would reject her and leave her humiliated.
"What?" he replied, not at all sure what he was hearing. Karen was nearly twice his age, but one of the most stunningly sexy women he had ever encountered. He realized she had a naughty streak to be wearing a swimsuit so revealing right there in front of him every time he was mowing their lawn.
She straightened her posture to lift her breasts a bit, coaxing him to look at her. "I would like you to come take a shower with me," she repeated, a bit more insistent so he would not be at all confused by what she was proposing. "I think it could be very nice... don't you?" she asked with a confident smile.
"Yeah, sure, I guess," he stammered, taken completely off-guard.
"Good," she replied, taking him by the hand, puling him gently off the mower and leading him toward the house. Neither of them said anything as they walked into the house, her leading him straight through her oversize bedroom to the master bath.
She turned to him and unbuttoned his shirt. "You realized, don't you, that everyone has secret fantasies, right?" He nodded, now totally entranced. "Well, I have two fantasies that have haunted me mercilessly for the past few months. One of them involves you and me in the shower, naked, with me sucking and licking your cock until you come in my mouth." Mark was stunned and did not know what to say. Nothing needed to be said. Karen peeled off his shirt, unbuttoned his trousers and slid them down. His erection strained in his briefs. She quickly stripped them off him, leaving him naked and very erect.
"Nice, very nice," she whispered, smiling at him as she wrapped her hand around his cock, squeezing it. "My goodness, you are so hard. I love that," she cooed softly. She released him and stepped back so he could watch as she took her time peeling down her swimsuit, letting him watch her. She stepped out of the suit and folded her arms on top of her head, letting him gaze on her body. She reached into the shower and turned on the water. She took his hand and led him into the oversized shower, designed for two to shower together very comfortably. She handed the boy the soap and let him take all the time he wanted running his strong soapy hands all over her. She moaned encouragement as he thoroughly enjoyed touching and exploring her body.
Soon, it was her turn to explore his body. Eventually she reached over and retrieved a bath towel. She folded it and placed on the floor so she could comfortably kneel. He leaned his back against the wall as she slipped his cock into her mouth. She relished playing with him, teasing and coaxing him to peak arousal.
"I'm going to come," he moaned softly. She intensified her sucking swirling tongue action. She felt his cock begin to pulse in her mouth. He cried out. She felt his orgasm pump semen into her mouth as she swallowed and sucked. She felt like a powerful sex goddess making this boy come like this.
She lingered with him in her mouth gently sucking without over-stimulating him, seeking every drop of semen as she gently tantalized his afterglow. Eventually it was over and his climax was done. She led him out of the shower to the bedroom. She sat him on the bed and kissed him. "Thank you. You were wonderful," She whispered to him. She pushed him onto his back and laid next to, gathering his still-hard erection into her hand. "You are such a beautiful young man... and such a nice cock. You're still hard. I like that."
"That was amazing," he moaned. "So was your fantasy as good as you anticipated?" he dared to ask.
"Oh, yes, even better," she said smiling.
"You mentioned two fantasies. What is the other one?" he asked, now feeling emboldened by their encounter.
"Well, actually, it still includes you, but it's a bit more complex," she told him.
"Tell me. I want to hear it," he gently teased.
"Well, you may or may not realize that most women my age fantasize about having sex with boys your age. You want to know why?" Mark nodded, now very curious.
"It is because of your powerful capacity for sex. Boys your age are flooded with sex hormones. You get very hard, very quickly. You are very strong and can fuck hard. Your orgasms are very intense. You produce massive amounts of semen. And then you stay hard after you come. It takes very little encouragement to get you to fuck again. And, perhaps best of all, we women can talk you into doing whatever we want sexually. Men our own age do not have nearly that capacity for sex. Our husbands may be the most loving, romantic, sexy lovers. But they do not have the sexual capacity of you younger guys," Karen explained. Mark was impressed learning this.
Karen continued, "I have not been with a boy your age for many years and I remember how intense the sex can be. I miss that intensity. My fantasy is to set aside a full day and night of wild sex with you, to discover how hard you can fuck me, how often you can fuck me and how much semen you can pump into me. I would use my mouth, hands and vibrators to get you hard, keep you hard, keep you producing semen for me. That is my other fantasy. I often masturbate thinking about just how I would make that happen. My husband frequently teases and encourages me about this fantasy. He playfully teases me about helping to arrange for a young man to give me that adventure. He is so sweet about my fantasies.'
That was an unexpected twist to the story, Mark thought. "Your husband knows about your fantasies?" he asked, curious about this.
"Of course he knows all my fantasies. True lovers always share their fantasies. They make good fodder for sex-play and teasing in bed," she explained to this rather unenlightened young man. "We are totally committed to each other sexuality."
"So what would your husband have to say about what you did with me today?" he asked cautiously, seeking some level of assurance they were relatively safe with this encounter.