She had been back home for a week and was feeling melancholy. It wasn't that she was missing Kyle so much as she was missing having a lover again. It had been an amazing three weeks and he had spent all but the first night in her bed.
"Oh God!" she sighed to herself as she sank back into her sofa and reminisced again about his long young body on top of her, hearing his grunts of exertion, feeling his back get slick with perspiration, and mostly feeling his long penis inside her ramming like a piston. How many times did she climax over the last three weeks? Sometimes making love in the morning, afternoon and night when they had the house to themselves which was frequently. At least twice at every opportunity. And he was so flippant about using her for his own pleasure, being gentle at times but getting consumed with lust at others. It made her feel so desirable. Sometimes he'd hold her ankles and push back her legs as he took her, sometimes from behind as she lay on the bed with her face in the pillows and her bum in the air, he holding her by the hips and slapping himself into her backside with a fury.
Another time he had covered her breasts with hand lotion and she had held them squeezed tight together as he took his pleasure. She remembered with sinful delight the feel of his sperm hitting her under her chin and running down her neck. When she went to the washroom to clean up she looked in the mirror and scooped a dollop up with her finger, tasting his salty creamy sperm. It tasted so good that the next day she performed oral sex on him for the first time, clumsily getting her technique back. He was so long that she had to grasp his penis mid-way down and that would be as far as she would take him in, but she loved the feel of his smooth head on her tongue. He always gave her lots of warning so she could finish him off with her hand, often laughing in delight as his sperm suddenly burst out, but she always sinfully delighted in cleaning off his oozing head with her mouth and sucking the last bit of sperm out of his softening penis.
"God! What I'm I going to do!" she called loudly into her empty condominium and realized she had been rubbing herself briskly through her yoga pants. "Damn it!" she hissed as she pushed her hand inside and finished herself off. "I have to find new lover," she told herself as she pulled her sticky fingers out of her pants. "And not an old man either."
So she started the hunt. There was a young man at work but her business was too important to her to compromise. She joined a gym instead of working out in her building and she had a few likely prospects there too but there was way too many fit young women deflecting attention. Then one day as she was returning from the office (dressed in a smart figure hugging business suit, black skirt to the knees and a pristine white silk blouse with a black jacket, and bare legs as she did get a decent tan when Kyle wasn't on top of her) she spied a young guy who was clearly checking her out and looked quickly away when she noticed him. Now she did remember seeing him around the building, he was about eighteen, she hoped, and looked a bit like a studious Kyle. He was her height, slender, neat brown hair, and black rimmed glasses. "Well hello now!" she whispered to herself as she began to smile, "What do we have here?" Her black high heel pumps clicked on the marble tile floor as she walked and purposely swayed her hips a bit. "You scoping me out honey?" she quickly looked around and he just as quickly looked away again. "Yes!" she whispered to herself as she pressed the elevator button. When the elevator got there she turned and looked at him with a big smile. "Come on ... Come on ..." She thought as the doors started to close. At the last minute he looked up again just as the doors were closing and she beamed at him happily. She got a notepad when she got to her condo and made a note of the day, time and place.
The following day she saw him again, waiting for a ride in the parking garage. He had a local university backpack so he was at least eighteen. When he saw he get off the elevator he quickly looked in another direction. She had to go through two glass doors to get out. A car was approaching that she surmised was his ride, maybe a parent. "Hi!" she said softly as she walked by and smiled at him.
"Oh! Ahhhh h-h-hi," he stammered, caught off guard.
She noted the time as well in her log. She didn't see him when she went home that evening but sure enough, almost amazingly, on her way down in the elevator the next morning with a few other people, just a minute or so before when she had seen him the day before, the door opened on the twelfth floor and he was there with a man who was no doubt his father. He gave her an almost guilty look and she made eye contact with a small faint smirk. She didn't say anything and of course neither did he.
"Do you have any late classes today Matt?" his father asked him.
"Ahhhhh yeah I'll ahhhh take the bus home ahhhh around seven." He replied and his father looked at him a bit curiously.
When they reached the parking garage he held the door for her and scrambled to hold the second one as well.
"Why thank you," she smiled at him. She wore a pressed silk blouse with the tails over a tight light mauve knee length skirt with matching heels. An expensive watch on one wrist and several gold bangles on the other and had just the slightest touch of perfume on her nipples. "What a gallant young man." She remarked to his father who smiled back proudly.
That evening she dressed in a swim suit with a long loose wispy cover up which she had left open. She had a bag with a towel, book, ipad, and a bottle of water amongst some other things. At quarter to seven she went down to the lobby and sat over a bit out of sight and pretended to be looking at her phone while she watched the door. She was almost ready to give up at quarter after seven when he came through the doors. She grinned to herself and timed it so she would meet him before he got to the elevator. She was wearing flip flips so he heard her first and then when he looked over and saw her the poor guy had a look of panic come over his young face.
"Well if it isn't my gallant young knight!" she teased, "Sir Matthew is it?"
"Oh ahhhhhh hi ahhhh yeah ahhhh Matt," he was actually turning red but she loved that he still couldn't resist looking at her breasts, outlined magnificently in her sheer swim suit.
"Lady Clara," she gave him a small curtsey, "I was just going down to the pool. In the summer it's empty down there." The building had both an indoor and outdoor pool, a unisex sauna downstairs by the pool, and a sprawling exercise room. "How were your classes?"
"Ahhhhh good."
"What are you taking?"
"Ahhhhh joint Chemistry and Bio."
"Ohhh handsome and smart." He was turning bright red now. "Do you swim?"
"Ahhhhh s-s-sometimes," he stammered.
"Do I make you uncomfortable Matthew?" she smiled kindly as she inclined her head and stooped a bit to try and see his face.
"I-I-I dunno," he stammered.
"I noticed you looking at me Matthew," she whispered softly, "You like older women?"
"I-I-I dunno ... ahhhh ... they're ok I guess."
"I'm making you uncomfortable aren't I?"
"A-a-a little."
"Maybe an old woman like me shouldn't be flirting with young guys like you," she exhaled in mock sadness.
"No! Ahhhh no ahhhh you're not all that old."
"Fifty."
"Really? Wow. Ahhhh I thought you were like thirty."
"Really?" she laughed, "Or are you just saying that?"
"No! Really. You look like mid-thirties maybe."
"You must be starving after a long day. I won't keep you any longer. And don't worry, I won't flirt with you when there's people around."
"O-o-ok."
"Why don't you sneak down to the pool for a swim? I'll be there until around nine I guess. We can talk a bit more." She winked at him and walked to the doors that went to the fitness area.
She went for a quick dip and then lounged on a cushioned recliner reading her novel. Time ticked away and she started to think he wasn't going to show. Then at about eight-thirty she saw him nervously come in. He has a loose tee shirt on with knee length trunks and flip flops with his phone in his hand. He got a towel from the rack and with his face burning red he came over to her.
"Well hi there Sir Matthew!" she smiled warmly at her.
"Hi ahhhhh Clara."
"It's so nice and peaceful here isn't it?"
"It's nice," he said while unsuccessfully trying not to look at her body.
"You have a quick dip and then come talk to me for a while." She watched unabashedly as he took off his tee shirt. He was slender but well defined and toned. "Oh my!" she remarked and he looked at her, still blushing but smiled a bit. "You must work out?" she remarked kindly.
"I exercise a bit." He walked to the pool and did some laps before getting out streaming with water as she greedily sized him up. She grinned as she realized her nipples were hard and stuck out of her bathing suit. She watched him notice and look away quickly as he towelled off and lay back on the chair next to her.
She turned on her side towards him. "You swim well."
"I ahhhh used to take lessons."
"So long and sleek in the water." She whispered and he laughed a bit nervously. She tried not to laugh as his trucks started to tent up. He tried to cover it with his towel. She sat up, "I'm going to get you a fresh towel," she smiled, "I'll take that one." She reached out with a hand. He passed it to her and she waited until he looked up at her and then she purposely looked down at his crotch. His erection was clearly visible and she smiled at him knowingly. He turned another vivid shade of red. He had adjusted himself when she returned so that it was lying flat to his belly but with his wet trucks its long shape was impossible to hide. She felt herself getting a bit weak kneed while she passed him a clean towel. "Don't feel embarrassed." She said softly before lying down again on her side to face him. "Soooo lets get to know each other a bit since we live in the same building? Eighteen? Nineteen?"
"Almost nineteen."
"Have a girlfriend?"
"No."
"I thought Universities were for smart people?" He glanced over quickly confused. "Lots of dumb girls there obviously."
