Watching as you strut toward me, I smile. We've waited and wanted this moment to happen for a while now. We've talked about what would happen and how good it would be.
As you sit down across from me, I take in your face. Your hazel eyes are sparkling with mischief, your cheeks flushed, you have a wide smile that shows your white teeth. I can't wait to caress your stubble and feel it gliding across my inner thighs as you kiss your way to my center.
"This seems like a nice place, what would you recommend? I'm only a little hungry" I say as I check out the menu. Taking my shoe off, I stretch my leg out under the table to rub my foot up and down your leg.
"The burgers are pretty good. How was your trip?" You ask in a rush as your hand closes around my ankle, moving slowly up my leg.
I laughingly say, "Trip was good. You don't seem too nervous while I feel like a young, inexperienced, silly girl."
"But I am, a little. Even though we've shared pictures, you're much better in real life. You don't act or look as old as you are. I'm beginning to wonder if you really are 'the old woman' you claim to be," you reply as you gently squeeze my ankle.
I blush as the waitress brings our food. "Thanks for the compliment. But you'll see just how old I am when the clothes come off."
Now I'm nervous and wondering what I was thinking. Traveling by plane wasn't cheap. Renting a hotel room and car were all way out of my comfort zone. Way out of character for single, old, anti-social me.
But I was lonely. I was craving the one thing I haven't had in quite some time. I wanted the human male touch. Feeling him caress and explore my body, feeling a warm, moist mouth close over my nipples, feeling a tongue dance with mine, feeling a warm body spoon me or on top of me, feeling a cock pound into my wetness.
"You were right. The burger was pretty good." I say as I watch you slowly lick the juice from my fingers, leaving no doubt what you'd rather being licking. I wink at you as I stand up. Nervously I brush crumbs off as I stand. I find myself wishing I was skinny with a tight body and not this old, soft, overweight woman that thought a young one would be interested in me, want me sexually.
You lean down to plant a gentle kiss on my lips. Slowly, I return the kiss. Placing my hand on the back of your head, I deepen the kiss. Moving my tongue into your mouth to taste you. Slowly sliding my tongue around your mouth and tongue, I feel myself start to get wet, feel myself start to tighten with desire, start to dampen with each swirl of our tongues colliding.
"Let's go. I can't wait for dessert!" You say smiling and wagging your eyebrows at me with a mischievous glint in your eyes. Glancing up at you, I see that you enjoyed the kiss too. Wanting to feel you plunge it into me, I feel the wetness begin to grow.
Taking deep breaths to calm myself, I wonder if I've lost what sense I had. Why was I here, anxiously wanting to fuck a boy young enough to be my son. You are tall, good looking, nice broad shoulders, with an ass that I could hold on to while you ram your cock deep inside me. Thinking about that and your tongue on my fingers, I feel myself blush and start to get wet.
"Um, I'll be right back," I say as I nervously lick my lips. Rushing into the restroom and closing the door, I lean against the door. I need to slow this down, I don't want to rush. I want to enjoy and savor each moment with you. Imagining how good your hands will feel, what pleasure they can bring.
Thinking about how your tongue felt, feeling it swirl slowly around my fingers individually. Feeling the gentle suck as you drew each one into your mouth, I slowly reach down and start to stroke myself, cupping my mound with my hand.
I bite my bottom lip as I slip my hands down my pants, cupping and squeezing my mound as I move my hips slowly, creating a friction that sends shivers up and down my spine.
I move my panties to the side and start caressing myself slowly. Breathing faster as I feel how easily my fingers slide through my wetness, circling my clit slowly, gently. Wondering if your touch would feel like this, I keep stroking and moving my hips back and forth. Focusing on my swelling bud, I pinch it and gasp.
As I continue to stroke and caress my pussy, I feel an orgasm begin to build. "O, such a dirty girl! Playing with yourself when you have a young, hot guy waiting to do this to you. But it feels so good."
I use my thumb and forefinger to rub each side of my clit slowly. Moving my hand faster, I begin to pant. My hips can't seem to stop thrusting back and forth. Without thinking, I flick my finger against myself softly and moan as it sends a shiver of pleasure through me.
Spreading my legs a little farther apart, I start rubbing again. Using my other hand, I use my nail to circle my hardened aerola, pinching it while I flick my clit quickly. Watching the pleasure reflected back at me, I feel the orgasm building.
