Donna worked at the local five and dime store where one of young bucks from her neighborhood had become a fairly regular customer. Regular enough that she started to wonder whether he really came in for pencils or a candy bar, or if it just made a good excuse to come in and see her ....
She had often caught him staring at her ample breasts and at first, she passed it off as just the raging hormones of youth; but after five years with her trusty vibrator as her only lover, the thought of his ill-concealed lust for her was starting to ignite a fire in her own loins. As his lustful gaze explored her body, she would often fantasize about what it would be like to take him to her bed; and wondered whether he knew the dilemma she was facing as she struggled to ignore the naughty thoughts that crossed her mind.
On one hand, her head screamed that people would think she was a slut if she threw herself at the first man who had really shown an interest in her since the divorce, especially if it was a eighteen year old kid; plus the fact that she wasn't much younger than his mom made it feel almost incestuous.
'Besides,' she thought to herself, 'he's just a kid.' She couldn't help but wonder if he'd ever seen a live woman naked or know what to do with it if he did.
Her throbbing clit, on the other hand, wasn't worried about what other people thought. It demanded satisfaction and if anything, the excitement and allure of forbidden fruit just seemed to add fuel to the fire. Thinking of the days of her youth, the answer would come to her: 'What he lacks in experience, I'll bet he makes up for in youthful stamina. Remember the days when we used to make love for hours at a time?' But, she seldom saw him outside the store; so that made it easy to rationalize it as a harmless fantasy that was never going to happen anyway.
On this particular morning, she had awakened from a particularly vivid dream about slowly stripping while her young lover watched, then leading him to the bedroom where he enjoyed her body, inch by quivering inch, before screwing her brains out.
That dream set the stage for the events of that afternoon. When Mike came in, she was already in an amorous mood and that, combined with the subtle offer of satisfaction in his smoldering look to whipped up the perfect storm within her as a tidal wave of desire washed over her with such intensity that she was barely able to do her job as fantasies about the pleasurable things they could do for each other swirled in her head.
She was so turned on that within half an hour after getting home, she was lying on the bed furiously working the vibrator between her widely spread thighs as she tweaked her nipple with her free hand, desperately trying the satisfy the longing in her loins.
As the intensifying tingle within signaled the build up of yet another orgasm, her lustful thoughts about Mike crept back into her mind. She tried to push the thought aside, but it was too late. As the orgasm overtook her, all she could think about was how badly she wanted to have his cock pumping into her instead of the vibrator.
After the vibrator session, she was breathless and coated with sweat, but still trembling with desire. All revved up with no place to race, she debated on what to do about her problem. She didn't like the bar scene, but the vibrator just wasn't going to do the job right now. What she really needed right now was a real man giving her a good hard fucking. She didn't see that happening anytime soon, so she decided to shower and take a walk. It was a beautiful warm summer day and that might help take the edge off.
After her shower, she stood nude in front of the mirror and took a good look at herself. She was a little heavier than she would like to be but, at 36, her breasts were still firm and full, begging to fondled. It wasn't a model's body she saw in the mirror by any means, but she felt she still had plenty to offer a potential lover.
'If only I had a lover to offer it to,' she thought to herself with a long sigh.
Dressing in shorts and a tube top, she headed out to a little used private road near her house for a walk. As if on cue, almost as soon as she climbed up the slope to reach the road, she saw Mike coming the other way around the bend.
Her breath froze in her throat at the realization that this was her chance to fulfill her fantasy. Her heart was pounding and she was consumed with lust as she debated on what to do next.
After a few moment's debate, she decided to tease him a little and see what happened. She had no way of knowing just how far his interest went; so if he didn't take the bait, there would be no harm done and it would remain a harmless fantasy.
Turning her back to him, trying to look like she was looking at something, she carefully adjusted her tube top so one nipple was just hidden and the other was just peeking over the top of the fabric before casually walking back toward him. She stopped and made small talk with him as they met, trying very hard to seem unaware that her top has "slipped".
She was getting more and more turned on as she saw his eyes keep dropping to her barely covered breasts, while the growing bulge in his pants told her he liked what he was seeing. Finally she decided to make her move, giving him a seductive smile and asked, teasingly, "See anything you like?"
Realizing that he'd been caught staring at her breasts, he stammered out, "It's ... ummm ... just that you're about ready to lose your top."
Taking the upper hand, she teases, "You've been checking out my boobs for the past few weeks, and now you're complaining when you finally get a good look at them?"
"Well, no. It's just that ....."
"Oh, you weren't looking at my boobs?" she asked, cutting him off in mid-stream. "Well, you could have fooled me. From the looks of that big bulge in your pants, I'd be surprised if you have enough skin left to shut your eyes, honey."
