In the previous instalment, 'Mature Lady Falls for a Young Man', Martha, a mature woman is having a naughty affair with a young man as her divorce is being finalized. She has experienced mind-shattering sex that made her feel more alive and vibrant. In her joy, she blurted out what is happening to her married, younger sister, Margery. At every phone chat, Margery wanted more and more details, the raunchier the better. Martha, told all.
To Martha's surprise, her sister asked if she would introduce her to Carlos, the young lover. Martha was shocked but Margery went on to describe her barren love life with her husband. They hardly ever had sex and Margery was so frustrated. On top of that, she knew he was hiring escorts when he was on business trips. Why else would he withdraw five hundred dollars from hotel ATMs in the wee hours of the morning?
Martha was surprised but always wanted to help her dear sister. Carlos would certainly give her sister's libido and mood a boost. She agreed to ask him.
Two days later, Martha told her sister that Carlos would be happy to meet her. She gave her his cell number and told her to text him. Margery was instantly nervous. The reality of this actually happening was so different than the fantasy. She paced around her house, one minute thinking yes and then another thinking no. Then memories came into her head of Martha telling of how she held her young lover's perfect ass while he drilled her pussy with youthful lust. That sent her into the yes camp.
She had never met or even seen Carlos. She lived on the other side of town and didn't shop at the supermarket where he worked. Margery is the cautious type. Having an affair never crossed her mind even though many men has come on to her. She was sexually active in university but has been faithful after her marriage. She needed to see Carlos. What if he looks like a gang member with tattoos on his neck? Her mind was in a tizzy. She thought it best to meet first on neutral ground. Here are her texts him.
Text: Hi Carlos. I am the sister of Martha. How are you?
Text: Fine. I hope all is well with you. Thanks for contacting me.
Margery was immediately taken with his nice manners.
Text: Carlos, Martha has told me good things about you and said you might want to meet me. Is that correct?
Text: Yes, that would be my honor. Matha is so wonderful. I'm sure her sister is too.
Text: Why don't we meet briefly in the parking lot of your work tomorrow. I could be there at three in the afternoon. Is that okay?
Text: Sure. How will I know you?
Text: I will park my white Tesla at the end of the row of cars in front of the entrance and stand there.
Text: Got it. I'm looking forward to meeting you.
When the texting ended, Margey felt her chest and her heart was beating a mile a minute. The prospect that this could happen sent thills up and down her body. Her mind was in a tizzy with random thoughts. "What if he doesn't like the look of me tomorrow? I'd be crushed. I'll call the salon and beg my hairdresser to fit me in this afternoon or tomorrow morning. I will get a mani-pedi. Yes. What should I wear. That white blouse and bright yellow skirt fits me nicely and has a young look. Hells bells. " The nervous energy she expended over the next twenty-four hours was the juiciest she had felt in years.
Next day in the parking lot.
Margery's viewpoint;
It's almost three and I'll stand beside my car so he can see me. Thank goodness my stylist could do my hair. I took an hour on my makeup and getting dressed. I'm even more shy than my sister with men. I can't believe I'm doing this, especially with a young man almost half my age. But, bloody hell, I need this. I'll undo another button on my blouse. My breasts are my best feature. Martha says he likes to take charge even though he is young. I need that in a man.
Hey wow, a tall young man is walking my way and staring straight at me. He is so beautiful. He sees me and gives a big, friendly smile. Martha said he was good looking but wow. Plus, he is so big and strong. My goodness he towers over me. I can feel a hot blush on my cheeks. I can't believe I'm going to ask him for a booty call. I hope he likes me.
"Hi, I'm Carlos. Happy to meet you."
"I'm Margery, happy to meet you." I put out my hand and we shake as I instantly realize how bizarrely formal that is. My voice isn't working. I look down and see a big tent in his jeans. Martha warned me about that. Holy crap, it's so big. My heart is racing.
"I can see a family resemblance with Martha. Yes, for sure. You are both so attractive."
"Thank you, Carlos. That is nice of you to say." He is such a sweetie. I could eat him up.
"No, it's simply true. A guy would be so lucky to be with you ladies. I hope you will do me the honor."
How can I say no to this perfect gentlemanly, young stud? I look up into his face and see his eyes staring at my cleavage with a hungry look. I must look away. His eyes are so intense. My legs go to jelly.
"Yes, sure, Carlos, please. I mean please come over to my place. My husband is away this weekend. Is Friday or Saturday night better?" My god, I sound like I'm begging. Dammit, I am.
"Why not Friday? I can't wait. Text me your address. Martha mentioned you are on the other side of the city. I'll borrow my mom's car. What time?"
His mom's car? Holy hell, I'm robbing the cradle.
"How about eight?" He is so amazing a naughty idea just popped into my head. "Come to think of it, why don't you stay the night." He's going to think I'm a complete slut wanting him all night. My god that big package in his jeans is a mouthful.
"Great idea. I'll tell my mom I'm out at a friend's house party. She never wants me drinking and driving. It's all good. I better get back to work. See you on Friday."
He walks away and I admire his tight butt. My god, my body is trembling all over. Better sit in the car. I close the door. It is so quiet in here that I can hear my heart thumping. My god, he is so big and wonderful. I can hardly imagine that perfect body and that equipment in his jeans mounting me. Martha talked about holding his perfect naked ass as he fucked her with youthful energy. Oh, sweet Mary, that will be amazing. Let me reach up under my skirt to my crotch. Whew, it is buzzing down there and I can feel it moistening. This is going to be amazing. I can't believe I asked him to stay overnight. If this is only going to be a one-night stand, I want to be fucking and sucking every way possible. Screw my goody-good image.
Friday Night;
Margery's viewpoint;
It's been so much fun going to Victoria's Secret and buying a new panty and bra set. It was so erotic just feeling the silk lingerie and choosing. I finally got a deep red matching set with a black lace trim. It is so unlike me but I want to be the hot dame not the wifey. I even got the push-up bra that the younger girls wear to show off their breasts. I'm slim and my breasts are an A cup. I hope Carlos likes them. The panties are a naughty thong with my bum-cheeks fully exposed. I'll have to burn these before my hubby gets home. Martha told me Carlos likes her natural bush. I just trimmed mine around the edges. The whole day leading up to this evening is so exciting.
I have on my cocktail dress from my husband's big conference awards meeting. It has some deep cleavage, but the hem is too conservatively low. Too late to shorten it.
I've had three glasses of wine and even took a marijuana gummy. I get so horny on grass since my carefree university days smoking up and having sex with so many guys. Those were the days. I'm floating and my mind is in the gutter.
My god, there's the doorbell. A thrill just went through me. It's going to bloody happen. I better not screw this up. Martha says he takes control even though he's young. Fine, fine. I like that. I need that. I'll let him do anything. Okay, catch your breath girl. In and out. Inhale...Exhale. Now, open the door.
"Hi Carlos, come on in. Did you have any problems finding the place?" I forgot how tall and strong he is. Bloody gorgeous. I look up into his handsome young face.
"Not at all. Gotta love Google Maps. You have a beautiful house."
"Thank you, Carlos."
"And, Margery, you are looking amazing. Good for you. No, good for me. I'm so lucky."
"Carlos, you are such a flirt but keep it coming. Can I get you a drink? I'm having white wine. Martha says you like beer."
"Thanks. Any kind of beer is fine. Just in the can or bottle is good."
Carlos's viewpoint;
She turns and goes to the kitchen. Nice ass in that tight dress. She is so classy, just like Martha. I find it so horny that these perfectly classy women become so lusty with sex. They just love a good fuck like us guys but keep it hidden. Thankfully, I'm learning their secrets. Margery here has asked me to come over for a full night of raunchy fucking and sucking. She must be something hot behind that conservative look. Martha has told her everything. Sisters tell all. Martha says she needs a good fuck, and I'll do it. Here she comes.
"Carlos let's sit over here. I'm a bit nervous. I've never done this before."
I sit on the sofa and she joins me sitting too far away.
"Please sit closer, Margery. Good. I love the smell of your perfume. It is so classy like you."
"I'm glad you like it."
"Margery, let's have a toast. To having a night of great sex."
"Oh Carlos, you naughty man. You're making me blush. You don't mince words. To having a night of great sex."
We click our glasses together. That sure sounded like a 'yes, means yes.' That blush on her cheeks is very sweet. She's likely been horny and nervous all day anticipating our meeting.
"Margery, I have a great idea. I see you're a bit nervous. Why don't we turn the lights down a bit and put on some romantic music and slow dance to get into the mood. I love to dance with an attractive woman. How about it?" She smiles nervously.
"Great idea."
She is up and soon the lights are turned low and some slow love songs are playing on a speaker. I stand up and open my arms. She hesitates before stepping in. In classic style, I put my right hand behind her waist and my left holding her hand. I feel her hand is sweaty from nervousness and she is stiff as we start dancing. She is short and my chin just touches the top of her head. Her body just barely touches mine. I can understand that she's nervous, being with a man not her husband. I'm in no rush. She wants it. Her perfume is so feminine. I can feel my cock fill into a chubby.
"This song is so romantic. Good choice. Do you like to dance?"
