The idea crept up slowly. It made her tingle when it became crystallized in her mind. She wanted to be ridden like a horse. It was a special and strange desire, one that is a little demeaning but not in her case; not the way she envisioned it. She wanted to be a horse only in private for her lover. She wanted it to be done playfully and in a way that was satisfying to both people involved. The problem was that she was an obese concubine. She saw herself as an uninviting hag and her guy had to be this young perfect stud.
It was The Special Club-an online chat or dating site, that really brought them together. Lonely and nervous old women and inexperienced young men met there and chatted, exchanged pictures and maybe even more despite the odd pairing of such strange lovers.
A big fat matriarch and her much younger admirer chatted online. Of course they are excited to have time together alone but what do they have in common? She just wanted to be around him. His attention made her tingle. She was trying not to look at him. Bad things started to happen when she glanced up. For one thing, she became tongue-tied. Also, he was younger then her by a generation or more. She scolded herself for being an old fool but she was bashful for a moment. Then a sudden rush of horror stole by her. She was on camera with this youngster.
"He knows how he is making me feel," she realized from his sympathetic and gentle responses. He seemed like a nice person, as far as she could tell. He was sensitive enough not to embarrass a heavy set old lady like her. He seemed to be really interested in her, too. He looked unspeakably cute to her when he was looking up at her fully and listening wide-eyed to her responses.
There was a silence. They were both uneasy. What do they talk about? The creator of the group made sure they knew each other when they go on that crucial first date whether is was just chatting online for the first time, video dating, or meeting somewhere.
The investor of this site knew the one but not the other. The matriarch just needed the easy part.
"Is it wrong to use one's sway over a timid pup?"
She coaxes the boy to show more and more of himself. He does everything she tells him and she records it all, unbeknownst to him. She tells him she will show his pictures to ladies interested in him. He is embarrassed but reluctantly agrees. Not that he has a choice. She shows him what she has on him. He is surprised to see she recorded everything. Together, they pick a few of their favorites and post them on his profile.
The client was a total granny. But Lady Zugoda knew what to do. First of all, this lusty plump granny needed a make-over. Her swaying body was covered in the right places and held tight to her bosoms. Lots of eye make-up made her pictures very sensual. Zugoda called these pinups. A prospect referred to a couple that had chatted together for a few hours together, amicably. They won't know what the other looks like yet only that they are both looking for a May-December romance.
They get to gaze upon each other when ready. The pinups are quite sexual in nature. Revealing quite a bit for the lovers, the lady knows her clients and how to get them in the best light for each other. She guarantees sparks will fly. Now, if the older woman and her young man are still willing to meet, they can move as slowly as they both feel comfortable with. Her wrinkled eyes were kind to the shy youth. The lady who runs it promises that through her magic alone sparks will fly. Call it a sixth sense, something psychic. She makes all the matches. This is known. All three meet together for the first time if necessary. Maybe not with the queen herself but with one of her witches, as Zugoda likes to call them. But really this is rare. Two people usually do just fine together when they let nature and love take it's course.
"Kiss!" she likes to command them like that if the mood is right and they both want to and are just shy.
"This relationship should be out in the open!" she declares to them, "The looks you guys will get will be of pure eroticism, trust me. But take your time. I am sure the young boy didn't expect to experience so many things for the first time."
Indeed, the young man is often completely inexperienced with women. Zugoda's Special Club likes this profile. That's where her witches come in. They give him a little experience. Look at him. Teach him to tell his seductress lady how he prefers big voluptuous women and why. Then, when he shows himself to her, she reveals her own wide hips and shows her big belly, hanging her head and, finally, her swaying, jiggling behind.
This was the gentlewoman Biga Binova. Such physical senses connected to the deeper emotions of a corpulent retired old woman. The witches recorded everything their boyfriends did. Even one night of playing with one of the witches of the Special Club will stay with the boyfriends forever.
But Zugoda loves it all. The pairs of people she makes happy are both lonely souls. Being touched by a gentle hand was intoxicating for either of them no matter whose it was. Holding hands in person or kissing after a first date was like a spell. Maybe, if he is lucky, the full-figured silver-haired date will even contact him tonight for some late night screen time when they can undress for each other and hangout nude.
She steps up to him very close to say something. She wanted to surprise him. He was surprised by her close stance. He didn't step back. She hoped he could smell her. She could see he was always flirting with the old ladies. It was a surprise to him because among the old ladies she stood in the back and liked to watch people. He seemed nice and she wanted him. She knew what to do. She hoped he was single. It seemed like he was. All she had to do was to get him alone. She was good at floating into close proximity to someone and making it seem natural. This situation did not take long to come about. She made it seem like she wandered into his arms accidentally. He was trying hard to act relaxed but she could tell he was nervous. She slipped her hands under his shirt and ran her hands up and down his body. The next step was unthinkable so she had to do it without thinking. The idea made her head spin. The act was so desperate. She felt so pathetic getting on her knees, quickly undoing his pants.
"An embarrassing trick for this obscene old lady," she thought, "to get a young man," and this thought suddenly made her turned on and moist between her legs.
"What if he rejects me?" The idea popped into her mind. That would be devastating. All of this was so wrong and wicked. She applied the skills of all her many years of oral sex using her mouth, tongue and lips and finally throat to make the inexperienced youth orgasm into her mouth in seconds. She looked up and their eyes met. His hips seemed to buckle toward her. She swallowed all of it and licked him clean. She got up off her knees then and looked up at him. He looked shocked and stared at her like he was seeing her for the first time.
She looked back at him with half closed eyes. She touched his cheek with her hand. And then guided their mouths together. She knew he loved her when he did not draw back from her salty lips. It seemed like they both put their lips together and the world began to spin and then their bodies were touching and he wrapped her into his arms and started kissing her face and lips.
Sexual perversion seems to be more okay for the young. The creepy thing was that she was an old woman. She was quite tall for a lady and she had a lot of body on her especially around the midsection. Her enormous behind swayed when she walked. She was old enough to be a grandmother to some of the men that attracted her. Her favorite type of men were the kind with small athletic builds, nice chests and head-turning looks. She liked the idea of mothering them. That's what made her fantasy so creepy and consequently very erotic.
She was a kind, submissive person by nature. She worked at a bookstore. Driving to work took just a few minutes. On the way there was a bar called the Irish Rover. Recently there had been a sign that said: Fit Fatties Welcome. This intrigued her. She wondered what they meant by Fit Fatties. She was quite overweight and well over fifty. She could blend into the background and look around, listen to the band. So she gambles in the vespers and watches the elegant guys around her.
One day, after getting home from work to her little cottage she decided to go out and get a drink. In the back of her mind, she knew where she was going. She took a shower and shaved every part of her body. She brushed her clitoris gently with her hand. This sent tingles to her brain. She found the nipple on her breast and kneaded it back and forth for a minute, groaning wistfully. It had been months since she had an orgasm but she didn't want to get a release now, right before getting dressed up in something sexy, getting dolled up and going out. The middle-aged woman is intemperate and dreamy.
There weren't many options for a woman her size. Her arms were big and her hips enormous. She stretched a red thong over her fat round cheeks and onto her hips and a matching bra. From the back, it looked as if she was completely nude. She decided to wear a gown that was thin and black and almost transparent. It clung to her curves and rolls tightly. She looked at herself and was appalled. She looked obscene. Her body was on exhibit. It will be dark at the club, she remembered. The material won't be transparent there.
She went out that night and had a good time. The band was great and she kept to herself, mostly. She even danced a little toward the end of the night. In front of the band, she moved for them, swayed her behind shamelessly.
Then, she was back again on the scene. She was less shy and looked around more at people. At first no one was looking. Then, she began to notice people looking at her. A few men had started talking with her and she had a drink with them. But then, she saw him. A handsome thin young man was looking at her oddly. She strode up to him brazenly without breaking eye contact. He did okay when she introduced herself. She wondered if he was attracted to older large women.
Only one out of a hundred long term relationships involve a younger man and an older woman where the age difference is at least nine years. Just that one fact is startling if it encompasses the arousing thoughts of you, the reader. This turns the reader on as it should. So much for convincing oneself that May-December relations between an older woman and a younger man are common or normal. Who would not be titillated to this rumination?
