Women like to talk about sex. Especially woman of my age -- late forties -- who have lots of experience and adventures to talk about. We don't do it in the company of men but I have regular lunches with my two girlfriends. We met recently at our usual place on a warm, sunny Saturday. I had plenty of energy and we all enjoyed the conversation before and during our meal. The first one to share her news was Jill -- she has a new boyfriend. It didn't take long but I was not surprised.
The better news was that Kerry might have found herself a new man. This one sounds promising but Kerry is always cautious about guys as she looks for Mr Right.
"I don't know if I really want to get involved with him," she demurred.
"But you will fuck him? While you decide," Jill wanted to know.
It was fun to watch Kerry blush. And it was clear that she's already keen to test him out between the sheets.
"Well, if you want tips on how to make him stick around," I offered, "Jill can tell you what to do."
Jill tried to give me a death stare. And for a moment I wondered if she was considering spilling the beans to Kerry - about our shared lesbian explorations. Maybe she thought better of it but we soon swung the conversation back to Kerry and her new man. Until Kerry started to interrogate me and what new guy I might have. I lied.
"He is tall and blonde," I offered -- clearly with my thoughts on my new target, young Aaron. "A little bit older but he seems very genuine. We've only had a drink so far but he is very gentle and polite."
Jill didn't think that sounded like a man who was much fun. Of course, her mind on was bedroom matters. I cannot tell, yet, whether this new boy will match the excitement I get with Matthew. My hunky young man remains a well-kept secret from my friends and I have no intention of replacing him with Aaron.
"I really miss waking up next to a nice man," sighed Kerry.
That caused an ache in my guts. I tried not to show my reaction. But I knew, right then, what I am missing in my relationship with Matthew. Yes, a relationship -- in my own mind I felt the truth. And instantly I knew what I wanted from him.
A torrent of thoughts was unleashed. Oh my, what to do? Luckily, the conversation veered back to Kerry's new man. Jill wanted to know when she was going to give him their first headjob. It was a fun lunch.
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What I didn't share with my best friends were the details of my second meeting with Aaron. He is tall and he has the lean, soft body so typical of young men. That is not what attracts me to boys of that age. Oh no, I crave their virility and sexual energy. Their unmistakeable lust and their willingness to do anything for sexual rewards -- even from a dirty, older woman.
There is one part of a young man that is very important to me. When I was young, just starting my own sexual adventures, I understood that I had to take care of a boy's penis. I wanted to be accepted and to be validated. Making sure that a boy cums is a sure way to prove yourself as a young woman. His pleasure, and his dick, was usually the focus for both of us.
Now, older and wiser, I value a good dick for what it gives to me. And I know the difference between a good penis and not. Its true that women want a who man knows how to use his equipment. But after years of being married to an average-sized man, I know what I need to really please me.
Aaron is a good-looking boy. His long, blonde hair had made me look twice on our first meeting. We swapped some more messages. And I thought of him once or twice while masturbating. But I still really had no idea about what he had to offer.
My instinct was telling me that I'd find out. Enticing young men has become so easy for me. The first time, with Ryan, it was rash emotions that took over. I took such a risk and, I suppose, I was lucky. But with a little practice I have learned how to approach boys of a certain age. Also, how to take things slowly if I think its needed. Aaron was not going to screw me on a first date.
I arranged a brief meeting one day after work. It turns out that he lives quite a way from me. That seemed like a good start in his case. Aaron had struck me as different from some of my other boys. That made him tempting but I'd still not decided to have him as a lover. I finished my own work early that day so that we could have a promised "quick drink".
My bra came off before I left my car. My heart was racing -- like it always does at this stage with a new young man. The risks are real, even if its only the hurt of being rejected. But the hunt, and the discovery, are intoxicating. I am a wicked older woman who may very well end-up with a new, young cock in her bed, a young man willing to learn exactly how to pleasure me. I couldn't help but imagine the intensity of his screwing, the potency of his youthful body.
Naturally I also undid my top buttons. Oh yes, I wanted to show-off my boobs to him. A flash of cleavage is the best way to encourage an eager boy to do what I want. And I saw straight away that Aaron appreciated my gesture. He was ripe for the picking. Which only encouraged me to take the lead.
"Do you understand why we're doing this?" I asked him, as my blood pounded in my ears.
"Ummm, yes... I think so," he stumbled, suddenly less sure of himself.
It was odd to see Aaron like that. At the café, held been so self-assured. Like he perves on women all the time. Or perhaps the difference was that it was his workplace, his turf. Still, my mind was racing and it was an effort to get my voice under control.
"It doesn't bother you that I am older?"
"Umm, no... not at all," he forced out. "You're not old. You look really good."
I saw his eyes take a longer glance at my cleavage. He couldn't know that was the reason why my nipples grew harder.
"I don't need a boyfriend. Do you understand?" He nodded mutely and I went on. "What I need is for you to be absolutely discreet. OK?"
