Younger and Wiser
By Brooklyn Rose
I'm a forty-year-old divorcee who began exploring her sexuality about ten years ago. For me, nothing is better than cuddling up with a beautiful woman on my plush living room rug, my fingers plunged deep inside of her, and making her cum, loudly crying out my name.
But, recently, I've been desirous of younger girls, and decided to check out the sweet young lasses that frequent a small ethnic grocery store near the local college. I drove my white BMW convertible to "Humberto's" on a Friday afternoon. Inside, looking left and right, I spotted a couple of cougars milling around the fruit and nut section who looked like they'd be fun, especially with me in the middle. Still, it was college sweeties that I sought, and I moved on to the vegetable section. There I spied a big woman wearing pink, tight-fitting leggings and a top that barely contained her large breasts. Those titties might've been fun to play with on a rainy afternoon but it was young chicks with stiff clits that I desired and I left the store with nothing but fantasies running through my fevered mind.
The next day, I was back, browsing the cucumbers and squash, when two luscious lasses came into the aisle chirping gaily like birds. I tell you, darlings, the young girls today are much freer sexually than we ever were. Many are shopping without bras and panties. They should wear a sign: Take Me Home.
Yet, when I approached them, I had a mini panic attack. Who was I to think I could keep up with a girl half my age? Before they noticed me, I exited with my tail between my legs.
I don't usually give up that easily. Thanks to my diligence, I've built two successful businesses, own a lovely townhouse in the hills, and a condo in the city. Soaking in my hot tub, where I think best, I realized I have two things going for me that they can't find on campus: privacy and experience.
Three days later, I was back at "Humberto's." They say the third time is the charm. Walking down an aisle in the back of the store, I spied a pair of slender legs pouring out of a tight-fitting, short denim skirt. Her waist was thin, and her midsection was exposed--surprise! Her muscular back rippled beneath a bright orange ruched top, spaghetti straps gracing her oh-so-kissable caramel colored shoulders. Her long hair, a chestnut brown tumbled down to a delectable ass. I glimpsed a nautical star tattoo on her wrist; a dead giveaway.
She sensed my presence, turned around, smiled, and blushed; her belly button piercing winking at me. I took the plunge without hesitating. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
"You know, there are much better buys in the back of the store."
"I know," she smiled, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth and a wet tongue. "I often find what I'm looking for in the back," she grinned.
"In more ways than one," I smiled. "My name is Jaycee," I said, extending my hand, which she kissed. I almost died.
"I'm Kailani, but my friends call me Lani." Her dark, beautiful eyes looked deeply into mine, and my imagination filled with erotic images of her breaking in a tall, athletic blonde, calling out,
Lani, Oh Lani! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!!!
"Do you live around here?"
"Yes, I go to F.U. and study economics and international business."
"Oh, that was my major," I lied.
"Really? That's such a crazy coincidence." She gushed, pausing to push a lock of hair behind her ear. So cute!
"I'm in business for myself these days, but if you're having trouble with anything, you should call me. I'm always eager to help out a damsel in distress." I purred.
"Hm, where do you live?"
"I have a townhouse about fifteen minutes away. It's nothing fancy; a simple two-bedroom overlooking the lake."
"It sounds lovely."
"It is. The view is also nice." I teased.
Her eyes roamed my body. I was scoring points. Then she looked directly at me and smiled. "Is tonight good? I have an exam on Monday and I could use the help."
"Sure," I answered, and that's when she dropped a bombshell.
"I saw you here a few days ago, but couldn't get your attention."
I blushed a thousand shades of red. "Well, I guess it's our lucky day."
The ride home took forever, knowing that in a matter of hours, Lani would be coming to my house and, with luck, I'd be coming on her face. The housecleaner had been there that day, so I didn't have much to do by way of preparations. I put a couple of bottles of wine in the fridge and picked up a cheeseboard at the Gourmet Shoppe. I muted the lights, started a fire, put on some quiet jazz, and activated the sweet-smelling diffuser. At 8 o'clock, I was looking out my penthouse window when an Uber pulled up. A lovely lass in heels emerged, strutted to the entrance, and buzzed my unit. Much to my relief, she wasn't carrying any textbooks.
Sweet Lani entered my place smelling of Black Opium, wearing a short pastel dress with an open back and low neckline, and carrying a small box of chocolates wrapped with red ribbon. Taking her by the hand, I led her to the bear rug before the fire. We knelt in the plush, soft carpeting and removed our shoes. Lani lifted a hand to my face, combing her gentle fingers through my golden locks. She kissed me lightly on the cheek and thanked me for the invitation. Oh my, this was going to be splendid. She took a piece of cheese and sensuously bit into it. I poured out the wine, and we sipped, locking lust-filled eyes. I couldn't tell if she was Polynesian or Asian, perhaps a mix. But then she slid a strawberry between her lips and sucked it halfway into her mouth, and I thought, who the fuck cares what she is, right? Turning towards me, she invited me to take the other half of the fruit in my mouth. She didn't have to talk me into it, and we sucked on it until our lips met.
"--Oh, the view from here is more lovely than I imagined." She declared, eyeing the rippling lake and the surrounding green hills below. "I love this. Oh, the girls in my dorm would be so jealous."
"Maybe you could bring them by sometime," I offered.
"Oh no. You wouldn't want that. The girls in school are just that, girls." She said with finality, before stepping closer to cup my cheek with her soft hand and tickling my earlobe with her fingertips. "I need someone with more experience...and," she added as she looked around the space, "a place that affords one some privacy. Trust me, dorm life is way overblown. My roommate is such a prude, believe it or not, she's saving herself for marriage. As for me, I like my sex to be wet, loud, and sticky. I'm hoping you can accommodate me."
My face got a thousand degrees hotter as Lani's hand traced my figure, stopping at my waist to pull me closer to her. I could feel her breath on me, and I felt woozy, like I was fifteen instead of forty.
"Now, what were you telling me about wanting to help a damsel in distress?"
Before I could reply, she leaned forward to kiss me lightly on the lips and then pressed her lips firmly against mine. "Mmmmmm." I moaned and opened my mouth to tangle with her tongue. She took the lead, reaching up to unsnap my top and slowly undressing me.
"Hmmm," she sighed as she ran her hand over my breasts and tummy. "You feel lovely." And then, stepping away, she added, "Would you like to see me. It's only fair."
Oh my gosh. She was so
effen
hot.
In seconds, we were writhing on my thick, soft bear rug, moaning and groaning into each other's mouths, naked, except for our panties, our breasts mashing together, grinding our pelvises into each other, the fire roaring. My hands firmly gripping her firm nineteen year old ass cheeks like a life preserver.
She pinned me down with my hands above my head, her wonderful breasts hovering inches from my mouth. I stretched out my tongue and licked her puckered nipples,
