This is my first submission, based on a true story and dedicated to my beautiful, sexy husband.
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Even now, she couldn't believe she was here. Marie had imagined this moment for weeks...
It had all started completely unexpectedly. She had been at a high school concert a few weeks earlier. It was a tribute concert for a popular teacher who had died suddenly earlier that year. Marie had always had a great fondness for Mrs Simpson who had taught her children, and was attending out of respect. She had come alone and exchanged pleasantries with one or two people before the performance started.
It was a sultry evening, and the small hall was packed full of people. Tributes and memories were read, poems recited, and a few young people performed songs. Marie clapped politely throughout. With no air conditioning, the airless environment seemed stifling. But that was all to change.
Looking back, Marie still didn't understand fully what had happened. This young guy of around eighteen or nineteen years old, introduced as 'former pupil Joe Davis' appeared on stage with his guitar and started to perform. Later, she tried to convince herself that she had been struck by his talent; that the thing which had interested her was that these were apparently Joe's own compositions. Impressive as the repertoire was however, there was something about this..boy. He was, after all, a boy to this woman in her forties, with children not much younger than Joe. And yet...
Slowly taking in every nuance of the striking figure before her, she felt herself flush as she noticed his broad chest on an otherwise lithe frame, the self-assured expression, the striking eyes. At around six feet tall, Joe was an undeniably attractive young man, and yet she could feel herself becoming extraordinarily transfixed with him - everything about him. She found herself staring at his denim-clad thighs, and her eyes fell between his legs. She could see a heavy, thick outline of.. what was she thinking? Marie glanced around her, convinced that everybody could notice her bizarre fixation. For in that few moments, that was want it had become. She felt a wetness in her panties that almost shocked her. The music filled the hall and the warmth within the room seemed to fall away as she felt the coursing heat in her own body. What was this? She tried to force reason into her own mind, but by now, Joe's easy fluid movements had so entranced her that her head was overtaken by wild, sexual imagery. She could see him clearly, naked in her own mind. As if she knew his body intimately. She felt an aching desire to be closer to him. To touch him. As she imagined Joe's beautiful, flawless body in front of her, his fair, long hair fell around his shoulders and she pictured that full, young mouth coming down on hers...
Marie was shaken back into the room by an announcement that Joe would be back onstage after the interval.She rose with the crowd and went into the refreshment area, her head still full of Joe's physique and a feeling of guilt and confusion. What was going on? She knew lots of youngsters... her house was always full of her kid's friends. Yet never had she ever thought of a young person in this way.
Suddenly, through the crowd, she saw him standing there. God, he was beautiful! Marie was used to being attracted to unlikely people, but this was something new. Joe had an easy smile and was a good looking boy, but he didn't appear any older than his years. Confident, yes. Mature even. But clearly no older than nineteen. So how could every part of her be crying out to touch him. In truth, to have sex with him? This was such a young boy! All the time she continued through the crowd, moving closer to him. Almost involuntarily. That was it! She'd speak to him! A parent at the school congratulating a young person on a good performance. That would bring her back to her senses - make her see this for what it was.The closer she drew, the more she took in. The shock of fair hair, his lean torso and masculine arms. Just before she got within speaking distance, she noticed it again. Her eyes were drawn down to his narrow hips and the distinct bulge in his jeans. Sweet Lord! What was happening here?
Joe looked across from the conversation he had just had and caught her eye. She smiled awkwardly, convinced he could read her mind. " Hello you gorgeous young stud -- bet you could show me a thing or two with that massive cock..."
"Hi," Marie managed. "That was great."
"Thanks." He smiled. "Feels odd coming back here." She felt his gaze wander to her cleavage and then quickly he met her eye again. Marie felt breathless. She was an attractive, confident woman with a voluptous body and particularly large breasts.She was used to men eyeing her, but this was different. There was something in the way Joe looked at her. Joe went on to talk about the music, but all the time, as interested as she was in what he had to say, she could feel a chemistry building. She desperately fought the animalistic urge to stare at him; to reach out right there and touch him. But she was also increasingly aware, as women always are, of the way he was looking at her. Surely not? But every few seconds Joe would lean in a little further and seemed to be drawing her into more conversation. Soon Joe was offering to burn her a CD of his band. "We're not great, " he was saying, but.."
"Oh, I think you sound really great!" Damn! How cheesey was that? Marie felt like an awkward sixteen-year-old with a crush, and somehow this excited her further.
There was an announcement that the show was about to restart. Joe seemed genuinely disappointed to have to finish their conversation, but they both made their way separately into the main hall.
During the second half, her imagination lost all boundaries. Marie watched him longingly as he skilfully played his guitar and sang a series of his own compositions. As his fingers moved deftly, she could only see them -- feel them -- on her body. There was an air of confidence, almost arrogance, about Joe which made her feel as if this young man could teach a woman so much...
Her skin tingled. The sweep of his hair falling over his face as he looked down at his guitar echoed the image in her head of how it would brush over her nipples as he worked his way down her body. She could feel his hands, his hair, his thighs.. and yes. His cock. In her mind the images now tumbled freely. Joe stretched out on a sofa, his shirt open, his hands gently stroking her face as she moved down his body now; from his hard young chest and flat stomach, kissing along his 'V' muscle and finding his thick, heavy cock. As he sang, his face contorted with emotion, she imagined his expression as she pulled her mouth tightly around him, sucking and licking him with the expertise her husband so loved.
Joe caught her eye and smiled. Oh God! He knew! He must! It was so vivid in her head that anyone looking at her would surely know! By now she could almost smell her own muskiness, so strong was this fantasy. Joe looked her way again as he finished his final song. He winked at Marie, waved to the audience and left the stage, his easy figure holding his guitar in on hand. As he walked away, Marie drank in his tight behind and his youthful swagger.
That night, Marie was uncharacteristically quiet. Her husband David was concerned.
" Are you sure you're okay?" David asked gently as they prepared for bed.
Yeah, I'm fine." Marie and David had a great marriage, and shared everything. They openly discussed their sexual fantasies, and had a fantastic sex life. And yet, somehow, Marie was finding this difficult to say. What would he think; her thinking about such a young guy in that way? But it seemed wrong not to mention it. If this was really just a playful fantasy, why wouldn't she tell her husband?
"Dave, you know that young guy Joe I was talking about -- the guitarist?"
"The one who performed his own material?"
