I'm 44 now and the following scenario has been going on for the best part of a year. I have a lover, who at 24 is not only much younger but the best thing I have ever ended up in bed with. Every weekend and the odd week night is spent in the kind of sexual bliss a woman only dreams about. My name is Pat; I have dark hair hanging in ringlets past my neck and a good body for my age, a legacy of having a super pair of cycling legs. I used to work with him and on the Xmas night out he drunkenly offered to go down on me. I was surprised and flattered.
"If I was 20 years younger, I would" I replied.
Thankfully, this didn't create an awkwardness in our friendship and if anything it increased the flirtatious innuendo between us. My marriage was however drawing to a close and once I separated and the divorce was underway, I started to go out a bit more to try and live again. So did my young work colleague and as we talked in the pub, he grinned as he told me how stunning my legs were and now that I was free, why didn't I come back to his place.
"Pat, it may be you're horny and we just end up having oral sex. You won't regret it" he promised.
"I'm not doing anything I don't want to do, okay? And I'm not saying this will happen again" I declared, the alcohol probably helping my positive answer as I grinned and picked up my coat, telling him we should leave.
The walk back was short and once we arrived, he made some tea, bringing it through to me. As I sat, I could feel myself becoming horny and when he commented on how supple my legs were, I let his hands wander over them. I still don't know what made me say what I said but as I sat on the sofa and he leaned over to kiss me, I stopped him.
"I might not want to be kissed there" I said mischievously.
He looked puzzled for a second, then his handsome face dawned in realisation and he slipped to the floor. I didn't even bother slipping my knickers off, instead simply letting him kneel between my thighs, parting my knickers as his tongue touched my pussy lips.
I expected him to lick hurriedly inside and then suck my clit until I came but he surprised me. His mouth closed over one lip, kissing and licking tenderly before doing the same to the other one. I waited to see what he would do next and felt his tongue run a furrow until he was at the bottom of my pussy. He even gave a suggestive lick towards my arse before he swept it incredibly slowly up my slit until he touched my clit. I settled back, making myself comfortable as he repeated the sweeping manoeuvre several times. Just when I thought I would have to ask him to go inside me, he did, plunging his tongue (which felt incredibly long) inside me and making me sigh a little as I watched his handsome face press tightly to my pussy. At some point my hand must have come down as I realised I was pressing on the back of his head, helping him in his minstrations.
Over the next quarter of an hour he stayed well away from my clit and I found myself remembering past lovers including my oaf of a husband. None of them had shown the sort of attention to detail this young man was currently giving me and I almost chuckled as I wondered if I would see him again. If I did, I would definitely want his mouth on my pussy again and maybe my arse I mused silently. I was also becoming more and more aroused, although I was reluctant to cum just yet. Then again, I surmised I would be climaxing more than once and that thought alone helped me relax.
"Are you enjoying that?" I asked him.
"Yes Pat, mhhmm, very much" he said, not stopping his oral ministrations.
"I'm enjoying it too. Maybe even enough to meet up with you again, but as long as you do this to me" I told him lustfully.
"I'll do this to you every time you want to come round" he replied.
I didn't reply but concentrated on not becoming over excited. I also wondered what turn our sex life would take. I wasn't in the market for a full on, permanent boyfriend but a regular lover was very appealing. I could visit him whenever I wanted and when the kids weren't around he could visit me. One thing my husband wasn't happy about was my lack of enthusiasm for blow jobs. It wasn't that I hated doing it; well on reflection, I guess it also stemmed from his lack of proficiency in going down on me. Sex wasn't that great and the feeling of this young, virile tongue currently fucking in and out of my pussy was making me think I deserved to catch up on all the wonderful oral I had been deprived of. I reasoned a young stud like him probably had blow jobs regularly but this was about him seducing me and I was fully committed to enjoying it - on my terms.
"I've not had much of this over the last few years; I hope you can make up for it" I challenged him.
"Anytime, anywhere you want me to" he offered selflessly and that last offer had me too excited.
