Every Youth Deserves An Older Woman Ch. 1
The summer of my junior year I worked for Lester and Mary, a married couple who were friends of my parents. Actually, I worked for Mary, who was a real estate broker and needed a handyman to work in some of the properties she managed for investors.
She hired me on a job-by-job basis and kept me busy all summer. I painted four houses and two apartments, replaced a couple of faucets and doors, trimmed lawns, cleaned pools and earned a good buck for a high school kid.
Mary was more than twice my age, in her late thirties or early forties with porcelain skin and a mature body that made a teenager feel the power of wanton desire. Her hair was elegantly cut; her face had some age lines but it made her look like a woman, more desirable than some college coed or high school cheerleader.
I was not an awe struck virgin; I had already experienced three girlfriends at my age level but I wondered what Mary would be like...many a night I stroked my meat in bed thinking of my cock entering the moons of her ass, rubbing my head up and down her wet slit, banging her with lustful abandon.
The summer I graduated from high school, I went back to work for Mary, hoping to save up some money for college. Her husband, a balding man with an unremarkable physique taught art in a local high school and had a fair reputation as an accomplished oil painter.
I was not painting oils, but houses. On my third day on the job I was indoor painting an empty house without air conditioning, so I wore only a pair of old nylon gym shorts without underwear. Three hours into the job I was sweating profusely and the shorts were matted to my flesh, outlining even the hairs surrounding my cock.
That's when Mary showed up, coming by hoping I could finish the job by the end of the day and as she walked through the open door, behind my back, I could sense her stopping for a moment even without seeing her. I thought I heard a tiny gasp, then I turned towards her as I looked directly at her eyes which blinked then glanced down. Her face flushed and she looked at me, not quite at my eyes but around me, like an embarrassed school girl.
We talked about the job and for the three minutes the conversation lasted, her flush remained and her eyes strayed twice towards my cock outlined by the red nylon fabric. The whole moment had made me semi-hard and I was finding the situation too interesting to worry about circumstances. At eighteen the only thing I wanted was that warm full body with the smooth ass and silver dollar nipples outlined on the fabric of her dress.
She left and I masturbated in the bathroom of that very warm house, wondering what it would be like to enter her body, to possess her flesh.
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When I walked into the unit,I was stunned. Ricky was practically naked, all he had on was a sweatband and little red gym shorts that were soaked. As I entered the room I could see his back covered by a sheen of sweat, the muscles on his ass tightening as he stretched to paint the higher edge of the wall.
When he turned his shorts were transparent with perspiration and the young man's organ was perfectly clear and somewhat awake. His body was hard, without fat, the beads of sweat clinging or rolling down his neck, arms and thighs.
The sight of Ricky excited me. I hade never cheated on my husband in twenty-four years of marriage but the thought flashed through my mind when I saw the almost naked young man covered in a sheen of sweat, an animal scent emanating from him, raw power waiting to be unleashed, a thick tube of flesh outlined on his shorts.
I talked to Ricky stumbling with my sentences and left feeling flushed.
I am not a prude. I had relationships with three boyfriends over a two year period before I married Lester and I am a happily married woman. Our sex life has been healthy, spiced up by watching videos and filming ourselves, sex in public places and toys of all types. We have sunbathed naked in Jamaican beaches and seen live sex shows in Amsterdam. Lester has painted two nude oils of me but all the various experiences never included a third person.
Truth is, Lester likes me to fuck other men. I have wondered if my husband is bisexual, for his fantasies always involve men fucking me, while the possibility of Lester with another woman has never been mentioned.
We have talked about a threesome or an adulterous adventure for years but it has always been a game. Lester recently took me to a male strip club where a female audience tipped the dancers by placing bills on their jockstraps and I tipped four men, feeling them as I placed the bill, pulling back the jockstrap. As the men performed their cocks bobbed up and down and I was mesmerized.
That same night, while Lester fucked me he asked me which one of the four dancers I would like to bang the most; knowing his desires I told him I would fuck all four while he watched, suck their fat cocks and sit on their dicks so they could fuck me deeply, which is the kind of filth talk that my husband enjoys. Actually, that night I was so turned on from watching those dancers flailing their cocks in front of my face that I would have enjoyed being taken by all four. Our orgasm was explosive that night.
Lester suggested several times that a third party would be interesting but although the fantasy was exciting, I was not sure I would enjoy or be able to carry out a real intimate act with a man other than my husband.
As I drove home I imagined what it would be like to spend a night with Ricky, sucking his sweaty cock, bending over as his meat entered the folds of my flesh, feeling his teeth nibbling my nipples while his fingers played with my cunt and my fingernails scratched his naked stomach, feeling his hands on my ass...
I was very excited. After twenty-four years of marriage I now considered fulfilling my husband's fantasy.
If Lester wanted it and I wanted it, why not? Would I dare seduce this young man? Suck his manhood? Open my legs to his cock? Would Ricky be attracted to me? I am a friend of his family, more than twice his age. This would be insane... still, he was so well muscled, so full of life and energy, so ready to be taken by a woman who could show him things he had never imagined...I wondered if Ricky was a virgin and if not how experienced was he?
"Honey," I said as I entered our home, "Do I have a surprise for you."
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The next incident happened two days later. I did my pool maintenance route, balancing the water chemistry and cleaning out filters for four maintenance properties, the fifth and last stop being Mary's pool.
It was almost eleven in the morning, the Florida sun bright and warm. When I entered the screened patio of Mary's home in Coral Gables I was surprised to find her sipping ice tea on a deck chair, wearing a conservative yet interesting two piece bathing suit that outlined her chest, the nipples pressed tight against the thin fabric. My cock began to throb inside my denim shorts.
"I figured you would be in the office by now," I said.
"I'm taking a couple of days off," she answered, "I did eleven closings in the last five weeks and the property management has required a lot of planning. I need to recharge my batteries. Have you finished early today?"
"Unless you have a yard to mow or a room to paint," I said as I tested the water, "It looks like I'm finished before noon."
"Good for you," she said,"Enjoy your afternoon. Would you like some ice tea?"
"Sure."
I admired her ass as she walked ahead of me. Was it my imagination or could it be the moment, the right time to make a move? She knew I would come to work on her pool and she waited for me, wearing a bathing suit, her nipples outlined against the thin fabric.
"Here," she said, handing me a tall glass of ice tea.
"Thank you," I said as I took a generous gulp and placed the glass on the countertop.
"You are welcome," she answered, hesitating for a moment before she continued talking, "If you are free this afternoon you are welcome to have lunch with me and use the pool."
I did not answer right away. I was unsure on how to proceed. Was it just an invitation or a seduction move? Making a move on a married woman who knows my parents well was not a wise option, although still an option.
"Of course," Mary said, "If you would rather spend the afternoon with your peers, hang out with smart, young and pretty girls..."
"No way," I answered, "You are smarter and prettier than any of my peers."
"That's flattering," she said with a chuckle, "I was pretty when I was your age but the years take their toll."
"I guess all women are the same," I said, "at any age."
"Why is that?"
