Here I was, a seventy eight year old married woman, sitting back in a stretch-limousine, locked in a passionate kiss with an eighteen year old boy I had just met the day before.
Taylor is the son of my husband's business associates. He was organizing a Gala to raise funds for an organization he started for his High School business plan. His business model was to provide technology for inner-city students.
Having helped organize and coordinate many fundraising ventures for Jewish organizations, I agreed to help him with his upcoming Gala.
I met him for a meeting at the same country club both my husband and I belong to, which coincidently his parents are also members of.
When I met him my heart began to beat faster at the sight of him. He was strikingly-handsome in a way that took my breath away.
While talking to him I found, Taylor to be charismatic, with an incredible business sense and an extreme confidence that went way beyond his teenage years. Of course, his chiseled, model-like looks only enhanced his business acumen.
During our luncheon it was hard to concentrate on the topic of the Gala because of how good-looking he was. He was also very charming and continually showered me with compliments about how stunning I was. He even went so far as to say I was sexy and had an amazing body. The way he said it as he looked me over had my body tingling with excitement.
That day I was dressed stylishly. A sheer white blouse. A cream-colored strapless bra, nude thigh high stockings, attached to a white satin garter belt. A pair of lace, satin panties and a pair of black high heel pumps.
It wasn't my intention to dress to get his attention, as this is how I always present myself but, I had to admit, by the way his eyes scanned my body and how good-looking he was, I was absolutely glad that I did dress the way I had.
We ended the meeting by walking to his car with his arm around my waist. He had offered me a ride back to New York City where I was meeting my husband and his parents for dinner and drinks at our Penthouse and I accepted.
The walk to the car, with his arm around my waist as my high heels clicked on the pavement had my heart racing. In his car the accomplished eighteen year old expertly unlocked every one of my sexually dormant years by working my body up over and over until I came numerous times.
It started with us kissing in a very lingering-way for almost half an hour. Soft kisses as he told me how sexy I was had me squirming in the seat. As we playfully kissed he ran his hands over my stocking, crossed, stocking legs. His touch alone had me breathing deep and had my 34E breasts heaving in my sheer bra.
As he kissed my neck he continued to tell me how sexy I was and that I had an incredible body. His compliments and unhurried approach to turning me on melted-away years of me being inactive sexually.
This eventually led to his playing with my inch-long nipples through my blouse and sheer bra, to having his fingers deep inside me. His compliments about my body as he kissed my neck while he fingered me had me going from one orgasm to the next.
We were in his car for almost three hours and in that time he worked me unhurriedly, with masterful skills that were decades beyond his teenage years.
Although all of his attention was focused on turning me on and pleasuring me through unbelievable volcanic-like orgasms, I discovered that he had a gigantic penis. It was a cock of incredible length and girth.
With my husband and, Taylors father away on business in Israel for a week, the stage was set for the two of us to fuck.
"So fucking sexy," he said kissing up and down my neck, as the limousine traveled through the streets of New York City, to the restaurant.
It was so sexy to be kissing like lovers. The sixty year difference in our ages was meaningless, as his skilled hands ran up my crossed, stocking, covered legs. As our tongues entwined, the feeling of his touch had me panting and moaning softly.
Breaking away from our kiss he reached for a bottle of Champaign that was chilling on ice. After popping the cork he handed me my glass. Looking into my eyes he said in a confident voice," I can't wait to fuck you."
Groaning, I said in a hot breath, "Oh God, I can't wait to be yours."
"All week baby" he said as he kissed along my neck. "Your sexy pussy wrapped around my big cock all week," he said in a confident tone before he leaned in and kissed me hard.
"Oh baby," I moaned. "I can't wait to have that great, big cock of yours deep inside me."
The day before I got to feel his cock through his pants. It was staggering in size, and as my finger traced along the inseam of his pants I was in stunned disbelief at the sheer enormity of it.
Kissing him, my finger traced along the length of his massive bulge. The thought of us fucking all week and him having the biggest cock I ever felt had me soaking-wet.
As our tongues circled each others passionately I was so turned on that every part of my body was tingling as electric sparks shot through me. My inch-long nipples were aching, and I knew they were pushing through my sheer bra and the lite material of my dress in an obvious sign of being excited.
His skilled hands running up and down my nylons, then going under my crossed thigh to my bare skin had my body on fire. I couldn't recall the last time, or for that matter ever being this turned on.
Through the years of my marriage I've had numerous affairs while my husband was away on business. They were trysts by many of his young, male interns and even a few of his young female interns. But, although very sexy and passionate and extremely naughty, I never felt this type of excitement flow through my body.
After an hour the limousine stopped. We had arrived at the restaurant. A ride that should have only taken ten minutes, had us driving the streets of the city for over an hour.
From yesterday's time in, Taylor's car; for over three hours, I now had a very good idea of his style. He was not about rushing when it came to fucking. He knew exactly how to control all the action, and especially how to excite a women. I was sure he had told the driver take his time arriving at the restaurant. When the phone inside chimed he reached for it told the driver to give us ten minutes.
Hanging up we went back to kissing for a few minutes. At this point he had me so worked-up. I was so hot at this point that our tongues were out of our mouths, flicking across each others wildly. It was pure wanton lust knowing that I was going to fuck him,
We finally collected ourselves. Smoothing-out my dress the driver opened the door. Taylor had gone out his door, came around and took my hand. Helping me out the door I looked at the name on the restaurant and raised an eyebrow.
"Very impressive," I said, noting that it was a trendy-new restaurant that had a six-month celebrity waiting list to get a reservation.
There was a long line of people waiting to get in. With his arm around my waist he led me right to the entrance, bypassing the crowd. As we walked past the line I thought I heard murmurs of people saying, "That's him."
Because of the restaurant being in the news, about the long wait for a reservation, even for high-profile dignitaries and celebrities, that the murmurs were about some celebrity. Taylor led me right to the front of the line where he was greeted by the hostess who knew his name.
While we were at the county club yesterday, he had mentioned that he was partners in a restaurant in the city. Because of his only being eighteen I assumed it as a small restaurant. Most likely a hole-in-the-wall on the side-streets of lower Manhattan.
Just then it hit me like a cold glass of water in my face. This trendy, celebrity restaurant, with a six month waiting list to get a reservation, was owned by him, and the murmurs I heard were directed at him.
As we waked in, Taylor said hello to people who came up to say hello. With his arm around my waist he introduced me to everyone he knew. We went to a very private area in the restaurant where there was a single table.
When we sat his partners came out, along with the chef. After greeting us we sat beside each other. He ordered a bottle of any incredibly expensive bottle of champagne and after the waiter poured our glasses he left the room.
I was still in awe at his having ownership of this trendy restaurant when he looked in my eyes and said I looked incredible. We began kissing softly as I held my glass. My head was spinning but, not from the effects of champagne. It was because of how surreal this all was.
Me being seventy eight and him only eighteen. Him being so self-aware and with so much confidence, and also with the skills as a lover that mature men of the world didn't come close to having.
