My first meeting with Brady could not have gone better. Of course, I needed it to go well. All of my young boys have carried the risk that I would be exposed or that they would react badly and spread stories about me. Its one thing to be a young woman and have people talking about you as a slut. But now I have family and a business. Older guys, at least the worthy ones, have learned discretion and mostly have things to lose as well. But I really didn't know Brady and how he would react.
My needs are great, however. So I got there early, wanting to be ahead of him and waiting at a table. I know I was being silly but it felt like a first date. My body had that familiar tingling. My heart was racing. I had to concentrate on controlling my breathing. And I knew my nipples were hard as I waited for him.
The truth was that nothing might come of it. I tried to tell myself that he wouldn't go along with my plans as easily as Clayton or Richard. That's why I'd chosen a slow seduction for Brady. Gradually letting him see how interested I am in him. But I had the attention of another young man. That was all it took to get me motivated.
My aim was the same as always - to take a new young man to my bed. A young man, a barely-man, who will appreciate my body and respond to my lust, wishing to do everything I ask of him. To pleasure me with his young, throbbing penis and then do it again. I am still amazed at how my life has turned out. It hurt me a lot when my husband left me for a younger woman. But that hurt has been turned into something that has made me happier than I was for years in my marriage.
Brady looked perfect when he came in and headed to our table. His blonde hair caught my eye the first time and he seemed even more sexy that evening. He gave me a shy grin and I knew he was feeling self-conscious about meeting an older woman. The thought made my body tingle even more - me so much older and so experienced, intent on luring this handsome boy into my bed. I forced myself to relax in the hope he would not pick up on my desire. But I eyed his young body as he moved across the room. Brady is a bookworm and not a gym junkie but I was already thinking about his young, skinny body naked in my bed.
I've known Brady for a little while and have flirted with him many times. I still didn't know if he'd ever noticed that or guessed how much I've been wanting him. That feeling was incredibly strong as he sat down. I had to remind myself to focus on small talk and chit chat.
Brady was pleasant company and I tried to control my physical response to him. He seemed more relaxed than me and told me a lot about himself. Soon I was learning about his course and his girlfriend and the fact that he is just over nineteen. He borrows a car from his parents when he needs which usually includes visiting his girlfriend.
What I did find out, or confirm, is that Brady is a very nice young man. He seemed attentive and generous. The kind of young man I can teach and develop into a very satisfying lover. The longer we talked the more I wanted him. If only he would let me take the next step.
Too soon, it was time to end our little date. Brady had study to do. I am sure he needed to call the girlfriend as well. That didn't bother me at all. Young love is sweet but I've no interest in him feeling that way about me.
We walked slowly to my car. The whole way I was fighting my urges. It was so hard when I was so close to him. I hoped my flirting was working on Brady because it sure was getting me into a state. When we reached my car I did something foolish. We were alone for the first time. I must have snapped. I was feeling very turned-on by my new young man and suddenly an opportunity presented itself. I stepped in really close to him. He would have been able to hear my breathing.
"I want to kiss you," I said shakily.
He looked surprised but not afraid. Which was good because I really did want to kiss him - and more. He was so close to me and I wanted that young man. I had forgotten about slow seduction. I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity. It was foolish but I took hold of Brady and moved closer to him.
To my delight, he let me take the lead. Being so tall, he had to bend down but he let me hug him and brought his face closer to mine. That blonde hair was suddenly brushing against my skin. It was quite a moment. I think I was trembling. Then he gave me a peck on the cheek.
I should have stopped then. That would have been less risky. But I was too excited to settle for a mere peck. I'd waited so long to be so close to Brady. My lust was getting the better of me. I moved just enough to position my lips next to his. That time he took the hint. His lips brushed against mine and I pressed forward. His body stiffened a little - because I am older or because of his girlfriend?
But I kissed him and in a moment he was kissing me back. I opened my mouth for him. Brady was experienced enough to take the hint and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I was giddy as I felt his soft tongue on mine. I could have freaked him out and sent him running away from me. Of course, I wasn't really thinking about what he was feeling. It was a long-awaited pleasure and so exciting. And he is quite adequate as a kisser. I knew my heart was racing. I was almost losing control. My hand brushed across the front of his jeans. He was still kissing me in our hug and I couldn't help myself - I pressed against his crotch, hoping to feel his penis inside the thick material.
Brady flinched a little but his kiss didn't falter. A wonderful sign. Once more I told myself how perfect this new young man is for me. I could not get a good grab of his dick and I suppose he wasn't really hard right then. That hardly mattered next to how excited I was feeling. I could have taken him right there in the carpark. But I was lucky that at last the adult part of my brain took hold. I ended that kiss, our first, and let him get into the car.
All the way to his place I felt my guilt growing. Instead of being on a high, I was angry at my foolishness. I'd lost control and let him see my lecherous intent. A sexual kiss from a woman old enough to be his mother? Neither of us said much and I was grateful for that. Later that night I sent him a message.
"I apologise for what happened. Guess I took advantage. Hope you will forgive?"
While I was asleep he sent me a reply.
"Was good. We can do it again if we meet next week."
My heart raced when I saw that. And I admit my vag started tingling again. It seemed to prove what I already thought - like the best young men I choose, Brady was flattered by the attention and grateful for the chance for sex with an experienced woman. That night I masturbated furiously, thinking of Brady's kiss. Would it feel so good in other places? I thought about his skinny young body on top of me as he pumped a fabulous dick into me. And me on top, looking at my new barely-man as I rode him to completion.
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On my last Saturday at the old house I should have gotten up early and started doing things. But I was tempted to enjoy one last long morning in my bedroom with the sun coming in through the window. For a long time it had been the place for my marital duties. I remember it more fondly as the centrepiece of my own boudoir. Besides, the removalists were scheduled to come on Monday and take everything to the apartment. There were only a few last things to pack and some office work to take care of later that day.
Clayton must have been feeling the same about my bedroom. Because my young lover made another of his unannounced visits that morning. He knew I'd be at home - my usual routine. He felt like chancing his luck and having a romp with me. I should have been cross with him. But when I heard him letting himself into the house I smiled and my body was instantly ready for him.
