Special thanks to my editor Shawnene who contributed her excellent editing skills to this story.
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My 40th birthday is upon the horizon and the change in my sexual appetite is exciting. I have been working out at the local gym and running through the local parklands on weekends. My body is looking good and I am feeling really hot! My fantasies have become extremely wild and I have an incredible desire to release my inner vixen. I am a sexually confident woman and have discovered the enthralling world of sex chat rooms, MSN and web cams.
I have developed quite a sexual longing for the twenty- something males, and to my delight I have had quite a few erotic offers from hunky young men yearning for an older woman who knows exactly what she wants from a sexual encounter.
One of these young men is a handsome Canadian who recently moved to Australia, and coincidently lives nearby my home. His name is Lucas and we had been teasing each other via MSN and web cam for the past few weeks. On several occasions I watched him wank as I wrote about what I wanted to do with him if we were naked and alone together. I had played with myself as he wrote back explaining how he would wickedly give me many hours of unbridled pleasure.
Feeling incredibly horny, I suggested that we have dinner at a boutique hotel in the city. I knew it had a fabulous restaurant as well as stylish accommodations. He was enthralled at my offer and we made a date for a Friday night rendezvous. I rang the hotel, booked a table for dinner as well as a suite for the weekend. I was determined to have an exotically luscious weekend.
Dashing from work early on Friday I went directly to the hotel. I had packed an exhilarating array of sexual paraphernalia. I wanted to create an erotically bewitching environment for Lucas and me to explore our debauched fantasies.
The hotel suite is exquisite, cool crisp modern lines combine well with luxurious textures, a huge spa and a private court yard. Yes, this is a brilliant canvas for the sexual possibilities that were scurrying through my brain.
Excitedly, I fill the mini bar fridge with tantalizing nibbles, great champagne, a few beers and mixers, and popped the vodka in the freezer. I plugged my ipod into its speaker box, choose the R&B playlist, and placed big Roman candles around the room. I light incense, put massage oil by the bed and a velvet bag of sex toys in the top drawer of the bedside table.
Running a bath, I slowly undress in front of the full length mirror, swaying elegantly to the soulful rhythms drifting from my iPod. I imagine Lucas standing behind me rubbing his cock against my ripe arse, fingering my clit; I close my eyes, the better to delve into my rampant fantasy world. I begin to rub myself faster as I visualized Lucas fucking me from behind. With my other hand I reach up to tease and caress my breasts out of my bra.
It felt incredible to imagine that in just a few hours I could be standing right here fulfilling my current fantasy. My sexual desires rise rapidly and I allow my fingers to probe my pussy whilst my thumb vigorously rubbed my swelling clitoris. As my pleasure mounts, I lean back against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall and succumb to the brilliance of my first orgasm of the night.
Feeling light headed and very dirty, I push the button to begin the spa jets and climb into a gloriously hot spa tub and float in sheer bliss. As I lay back in a dreamy state I let my body float in the weightlessness of the water, enjoying the moment.
As the hours pass I wash, wax, shave and pluck. I struggle to arrange my ample breasts seductively in the gorgeous red and black corset I've chosen to wear. Achieving success I glance at the clock - time has flown by and I am due to meet Lucas downstairs in fifteen minutes. I casually finish dressing, style my hair, and apply subtle though alluring make up; I place boxes of matches near the candles, put the massage oil in the microwave ready to be heated up and I leave the iPod on shuffle and make my way to the restaurant.
I arrive about half an hour late, hoping he would already be sitting at the table waiting for my arrival. When I meet the Maitre d' at the front desk, he informs me that my guest is waiting at the table by the window.
Lucas was facing the door; knowing that I looked stunning in my gorgeous little black dress, I pull back my shoulders, tuck in my tummy, raise my chin slightly and saunter into the elegant restaurant.
Lucas noticed me immediately and his gaze penetrated through my calm exterior. He is devilishly handsome and I nearly giggle as I realize we would be fucking each other before the new dawn. Lucas stands as I approach the table and greets me with a huge smile, a soft and tender kiss on my lips and a warm hello. I sit comfortably and we talk and flirt whilst selecting our meal. We order, and open the wine he has organised. I glance up and notic my date admiring my face and eyes.
"Your eyes sparkle and dance in the soft light," he whispers tendely.
I enjoy watching his gaze roam carelessly down my throat and rest steadily upon my blossoming cleavage which was seductively revealing a glimpse of my breasts. I knew just enough flesh was being revealed to entice and awaken his primitive desires. I am delighted that my choice of outfit is stimulating my toy boy's imagination.
I feel reckless and horny. With a wry smile I let my blood red high heel slip from my foot and slowly and softly begin to caress his shin with my toes. The first course is served as my toes continue to caress and climb higher reaching his inner thigh by the time we finish our appetizers.
Eager to have Lucas upstairs in the hotel room I begin to wonder if we'd make it through the main meal let alone dessert. As our main meals are served my toes reach his swelling cock. I find it gloriously amusing to watch my toy-boy's face as he tries to eat and chat with me.
I place the sole of my naked foot directly upon his firming cock and slowly and rhythmically caress it through the fabric of his trousers. As I nibble at my Caesar salad, I notice he has stopped eating and is sitting back in his chair, wine in hand, grinning excitedly. Casually I ask him if he's enjoying his meal, his head rolls forward in a kind of a nod.
"Would you like it if we settled the bill?" I asked.
"Yes, now please - that would be great." Lucas replies.
Slowly I finish my wine as my foot ensures my young lover is very ready to entertain me upstairs. It's such a rush watching a hot young man melting before my eyes, knowing that he is willing and able to fuck me hard and often over the next few hours.
After a few embarrassing moments of adjustment with his jacket, I sign for the bill and arm in arm we leave the restaurant. Giggling, like horny teenagers ready to 'make out' on mum's sofa, I lead Lucas to the hotel garden.