Background:
This story is a look back at one of my fondest memories/experiences from my college years. The majority of the story is true, with some of that truth being stretched. This is also my first story so please be kind, yet critical in your responses. I had a difficult time choosing a topic for my first story. I want to know if I should continue with this series/plot/characters or if I should branch out. I have plenty of experiences, as well as fantasies to write about.
Story:
I took an extra year of undergrad and I was about to turn 24 when I began grad school. After graduating from a college close to home, I chose a program at a different college out of state, where I could have a bit of freedom to do my own thing. It was also the only college that offered me a job as a graduate assistant baseball coach for their team. I had played for three years in my undergrad and wanted to be on a coaching staff somewhere.
I found a fully furnished apartment to live in about 3 miles from campus. I signed a one year lease even though my graduate program would last two years. I felt that I'd maximize my time in a new area by finding a new apartment for year number two.
My neighbors were friendly, but I noticed that most were not around my age. Many were young couples with kids or dogs, but there were also a number of older, retirement aged people living nearby. So I only interacted with a quick "hello" or greeting of some sort.
I didn't meet many people in my first week or two living there... I was busy on campus preparing for classes and meeting with the coaching staff as we prepared for the fall season. As practices began, I became even busier. Luckily the fall season only lasted 4 weeks and I'd have more free time after that. Though I enjoyed it, the days were long and my personal time was at a minimum.
One Saturday evening, I returned to my apartment around 5:30 PM after a day full of practice/games. I parked a few houses down from my apartment and reached in the back seat for a pizza box. I felt too tired to cook so this seemed like an easier route. As I stepped out of the car in my uniform (baseball hat, pants, team shirt), I noticed my neighbor sitting on her porch relaxing in the sun. She lived two doors down and looked to be similar in age to my parents at the time. My guess was she was in her mid-fifties. Though she was older, she was quite pretty and I had noticed her a few times in the previous weeks. She was a shorter woman, probably about 5 feet 4 inches, with naturally curly auburn colored hair. Her curves were delightful. A thicker mom build with large breasts and a round bottom. Definitely not immune to thick thighs and a cute belly.
In my first week at the new apartment, she was working in her garden and I was drawn to her ass in her tight yoga pants. I thought to myself "I've been around a lot of college girls this week but this lady might have one of the nicest ass I've seen." After that moment, she continued to catch my eye. My cravings for mature women, which were not new, only increased.
I had yet to meet her and did not want to be rude as I passed by. Unsure of what to say, I commented on the weather and how nice the sun had felt that day. She smiled and noticing my uniform, continued the conversation saying "what a great day for baseball", before adding in "I always thought those uniforms looked great. A handsome young man like you only confirms my thoughts" with a sly yet confident smile.
My heart was racing. The comment was innocent enough, but it also carried with it a fair amount of sexual tension. Perhaps it was just me and my cravings that caused me to feel this way. Again, not sure how to respond, I decided to play the sympathy card.
I said "If only the college girls I have classes with felt the same way!" with a laugh. Her face turned from a smile to a bit more serious when she responded and said "they don't know what they're missing out on! Don't waste too much time on them honey."
I smiled and there was an awkward pause as we both gave each other a good look over. Finally the silence was broken when she said "by the way, I'm Darlene. I've lived in this neighborhood for years. Don't hesitate to knock on my door if you need something." With that, she began to get up and walk toward the door. I took this as a last chance to size her up. Her butt seemed to jiggle as she moved and her tits seemed larger than I had previously thought based on the tighter shirt she was wearing.
I took this as my indication to finish walking to my place. As I started toward my apartment I responded by saying "Darlene, my name is John. You are very kind and I hope to see you around!"
Moments later I reached my front steps and entered my apartment. It was dark and quiet. I was hungry, tired, sweaty, and now horny from my conversation with my sexy older neighbor. In my mind, I debated what to do first - eat a slice of pizza, take a shower, or hunt for some MILF porn to watch. I chose to quickly eat a slice before heading to my room.
In my room I have a personal laptop and a television mounted onto the wall. I use the laptop to stream sports and shows up to my TV so I don't have to pay for cable. I also use it to stream porn onto my TV and that was the plan for tonight.
I propped up the pillows on my bed and sat there rubbing myself through my baseball pants as I searched for videos of mature women fucking younger men. After finding one, I pulled out my hard cock and balls and began stroking. The musky scent from my compression shorts and sweating all day only made me feel even more horny. As I stroked my cock and watched a mature milf suck on a younger guys big cock, my mind continued to wander to my neighbor. I really tried hard to imagine the characters in the video as Darlene and myself.
Whenever I masturbate, I like to take my time. It feels so good that I don't want to stop. I like to tease myself and prolong the enjoyment. After about twenty minutes of stroking to this video and fantasizing about Darlene, I decided to take a short break.
I was in the mood for some dirty talk to increase the enjoyment during my stroking session. In the past, I had used dating sites like Tinder to find dirty minded girls/women to chat with. I had been so busy in recent weeks that I hadn't been on Tinder since moving. I decided to check it out.
When I opened the app, the first thing I did was check out the profiles of a few previous "friends." These were mostly girls I had matched with or met in college. I sent a couple messages but didn't have much luck. I decided to check out some local profiles to see if I could find a new match.... I was interested in both someone to talk dirty with and/or someone to meet and hook up with or even seeing where things take us! But communication and getting to know each other was important. Especially sexually. I have many desires, kinks, maybe even fetishes. But I get off on mutual enjoyment and providing pleasure as well.
After a bit of scrolling and swiping, I put another MILF video up on the screen. And then it dawned on me... I could adjust the age range on Tinder. I changed it so that I was looking at women ages 35-60. It was always set at 21-30 but I was curious and figured there was no harm. I was in a new area and the fear of revealing my identity to a friend of my parents or older sibling no longer existed.
Between scrolling for older women on Tinder and watching MILF porn on my big screen TV, my cock was pulsating and my balls were begging for release. At this point, my cock felt so heavy, hard, and thicker than usual. The head especially. Filled with fluid and ready to erupt, my fat swollen head glistened with precum. I don't produce a lot of pre-cum, but after restraining and prolonging my orgasm, I build up a thick and milky cum shot.
I knew I could cum whenever I wanted to but then the fun was likely over for the night. It was only 7:00 PM and I didn't have any plans for the rest of the night. I would stroke for a bit longer, watching porn and scrolling/chatting on Tinder, before giving myself the great satisfaction of a powerful orgasm.
I had received a response from an old flirt and was catching up, but mostly focused on checking out the profiles of potential hot mature women that were nearby. It had only been a few minutes, but I was not having much luck. I had swiped to the left on a bunch of profiles I wasn't interested in and only right on two profiles. I had an idea or a criteria in mind as I looked through these older women. The honest truth about my fantasies and desires for mature women comes from a time much before meeting Darlene earlier in the night. My sexual interest in mature women comes from years of fantasizing about high school teachers, a close friends mom, and even my own mother. Perverted as it may be, she had many of the physical attributes I loved on a woman, especially a MILF. Pretty, dark haired, large breasts, big butt. So as I swiped my way through Tinder, it was these horny and naughty thoughts that guided me.