This had been a long time coming. My son was finally back in the states and was arriving home for a much welcomed visit. I hadn't seen him in 10 months and missed him. You see, he's a Marine and was in Iraq. His plane should be landing anytime and he should be here in about an hour. I'm trying to get the house straightened up ahead of time but I am interrupted by the phone. It's my son, he's at the airport, and wants to ask a favor. A Marine buddy flew in with him and was supposed to catch a connecting flight but it's been delayed until tomorrow. He wants to know if his buddy could spend the night here instead of sitting in the airport all night. Now I had a houseful of kids but told him if his buddy didn't mind the couch, it would be fine with me. He said they'd grab a cab and be here soon.
When the doorbell rang forty-five minutes later I opened the door to see my son standing there and gave him a big hug. He stepped in and introduced me to his friend. Now this guy was the same age as my son, twenty-one, a little taller, very well built and so handsome it took my breath away. He smiled at me and thanked me for allowing him to stay. The rest of the evening was spent talking about Iraq and laughing about some of the things that went on here while he was gone. The whole time I found my gaze focusing on his friend and occasionally I thought I saw him looking back. I couldn't believe I was actually openly flirting with a guy more than half my age.
By midnight I decided to say my good nights and headed to bed. I fell asleep thinking about my son's friend. About two hours later I was awakened by a hand on my hip. It was my son's friend, I asked if there was a problem, did he need something. He leaned down to whisper in my ear and said, "All I need is you." I turned my head to look at him and he kissed me. Well, it was like my entire body short circuited and I started responding to the kiss. Our tongues danced together in each others mouths. My arms went around his shoulders and he laid down on the bed next to me. He started running his hand over my breasts, lightly squeezing each one. He didn't have a shirt on and I could feel his well defined muscles while I caressed his back. I couldn't believe I was doing this but I wasn't about to stop. It's not everyday a woman in her forties gets to enjoy a young, hot stud.