As Cindy sat sipping on her Martini at the bar, her mind wandered. It wandered to the same place it always seemed to be wandering of late; to her romance novels and the sinfully delicious sex that she so desperately craved. At 41 Cindy had had her share of sexual partners, but none of them had ever been like the men in her novels. Strong and virile, gorgeous -- the epitome of an Adonis. Cindy was a beautiful woman, a big beautiful woman to be exact. Standing 5'2", she had long blonde hair, piercing green eyes, soft full lips and a luscious set of 44D breasts that regardless of what type of blouse she wore seemed to leave a foot long canyon of cleavage between her fleshy mountains. They seemed to be a magnet, drawing men's eyes to her. But it was the rest of her that had taken a bit of work. After a miserable marriage and divorce Cindy ballooned up to 190lbs. But over the last six months, she had shed a good majority of that and more importantly had toned her body to an extent she had never known. She finally felt good about herself and the way she looked. She had womanly curves and a slightly exaggerated hourglass figure.
But, here she was; 41 years old and alone. She did have her novels though. And she had her wonderful assortment of toys. Both of which aided her vivid imagination in fueling her nightly masturbatory sessions. She giggled slightly as she took bite of one of the three olives she preferred with her martini. Wondering what anyone might think if they happed to see her in her bed at night. Soft jazz playing in the background as she pulled on her big excited nipples, moaning loudly and incoherently as she thrust an oversized dildo in and out of the sopping pussy. Wildly fucking herself the way, in her imagination, her strong lover would. A deep, passionate, almost savage, pounding.
"Can I get you another one, Ma'am?"
The young bartender's voice had pulled Cindy from her little dream. She looked at the man, a puzzled look on her face, but she smiled warmly and nodded. "Yes, please".
He smiled knowingly. "Expecting someone else?" Cindy stammers, momentarily unable to formulate a reply. "Sabrina just left. Shift change. Anyway she transferred you over to me. I hope you don't mind." A cool, confident grin spreads across his face.
Cindy looked at the young man before her. She felt almost light headed and giddy. "Oh, not at all. Not at all." Doing her best to give him a sexy, flirty return.
"Coming right up."
As he turned to mix her drink, Cindy began to immediately size him up. Six foot, three, maybe 195 perfectly proportioned pounds. Wispy brown hair and golden hazel eyes. A strong, chiseled all American jaw and that smile. 'Oh damn, that smile.' She thought to herself.
In no time, the young man had returned with Cindy's new drink and placed it before her. "One Stoli Martini, and extra dirty is how the lady likes it, I believe." That smug smile again. He leaned up against the bar and held up a toothpick with three olives, before ceremoniously easing it into Cindy glass. "And of course, three, big, juicy olives as well." 'Oh, damn, he is good.' Cindy thought. 'He might only be 22 or 23 but he certainly knows what he is doing.'
Extending his hand, "I'm Trevor".
"Cindy."
"A pleasure to meet you, Cindy. Let me know if get you anything else right now."
"Oh, I will, Trevor. I will."
As Trevor turned to check on the other patrons at the bar, Cindy's eyes followed his body. Starting at his broad shoulders, and down. Down to those insanely sculpted arms that seemed just a tad to big for his work shirt. Down his back. 'The perfect "V"' Cindy mused. And finally to his ass. It looked tight, hard, and exquisitely accentuated in his black slacks. In her mind, Cindy was already dragging her nails over his flesh, urging her young stallion to fuck her harder. HARDER. He was a centaur and she was his captive. His sinewy body rippling with masculine power as he ravagely violently, over and over.
"Hey girl." Another voice brought Cindy from her sinful dreamworld. Lexi, Cindy's best friend and new boss, had come to meet her for a cocktail after closing down her business for the day.
On cue, Trevor appeared and took Lexi's order. He returned almost immediately as the two women chatted about the day and how Cindy was enjoying the new salon job. But Cindy's eyes kept following the young stud. A fact that did not go without notice by Lexi. "Gorgeous, isn't he?"
"Oh, you have no idea, what wicked thoughts have been coursing through my mind."
"You might be surprised." Lexi offered, herself now eyeing Trevor as if he were a prized stallion at a horse auction.
The minutes seemed to turn into hours as the two women chatted. As the bar became less busy, Trevor spent more time plying the two with drinks and flirty smiles and innuendo laced banter. The women ate it up. And so did Trevor. Even though he had he share of hot little young sluts, almost nightly, he had always enjoyed attention. And the attention of these two horny older women excited him and his ego. His cock had been in a slightly excited state most of the night. Thick, heavy the way he loved feeling it. And Cindy's big tits, full red lips and increasingly naughty talk had his own mind going into overdrive.
They stayed almost to closing time. Both a little tipsy and horny as fuck, but responsible thought prevailed and they began to settle up with Trevor. Just then Lexi had an idea.
"Trevor, here, take my card. I just opened up a new salon and spa down the street. We cater to men and women. Here...." She began scribbling on the back of the card. Cindy felt pangs of jealously towards her friend as she looked on.
"Come by anytime. We'd love to treat you to a facial, massage, anything that your gorgeous young body might desire. And Cindy, here is the best. I am sure you would love what her hands could do to you. I know I do."
Cindy's heart jumped. Her mind racing at the thought of touching every incredible inch of this young god.
"Wow. Thanks. That would be great. I haven't ever really had a professional massage before."
Lexi smiled, "Oh, honey, you will love it. Trust me."
The three said their farewells and the two women made their way out of the bar.
"You're welcome!" Lexi laughed. "I thought you were going to start drooling on the bar looking at that hot boy."
"Mmmm so did I. And thank you. Do you think he'll actually come in?"
"Cindy, the way he was eyeing your big tits, I wouldn't be surprised to see in on the doorstep when we open in the morning."
That night, Cindy laid in bed. Her mind was filled with depraved images of Trevor, her Centaur. His big, thick young cock swaying powerfully before her. His body towering over her like a conquering God.
This required two toys. Two big, thick, fleshy dildos. Lost in her dream, Cindy rubbed one of the big cocks all over her face, slobbering and moaning shamelessly as she plunged the other in and out of her cunt. She was practically raping herself. Her pussy spasmed and convulsed with every motion, her juices saturating her sheets. A thick layer of cuntal foam coated the big rubber prick. Until finally, in a gut wrenching orgasm, she yanked the huge fake cock from her cunt, a fountain of juices erupted from her, spraying in a lewd display of sexual satisfaction.
Cindy drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the soiled implements of her pleasure.
The next day at work was uneventful. No Trevor. Until the receptionist called Cindy, letting her know she had a phone call.
"Hello. This is Cindy."
"Hi, Cindy. This is Trevor. From Fusion last night."
"Yes, of course, Trevor. How are you, hon?"
"I'm good. I'm real good. Listen I was calling to take you guys up on the massage thing if that's still cool."
"Absolutely. When would you like to come in?"
"Would tomorrow be okay, or are you busy?"
"No, tomorrow would be great. I have an opening at 4:00, would that work for you?"
"Yeah, that would be good. I can still go to the gym before I come in." Cindy's mind immediately imagining her young man working out. Sweaty and rippling with masculine power.