Can a love last that has to overcome an age difference of twenty years?
How will my private environment react to a relationship with a much younger man?
How can I even make him aware of my wishes and hopes? Damn! It's not that easy, thought 41-year-old lawyer Julia Barten, and her thoughts wandered off.
Julia
I look at Dennis and I'm sure that I want him. My heart is beating so fast in my chest, it's like a machine gun. Me and a crush? At 41, I'm behaving like a hopelessly in love teenager who doesn't get what he dreams of straight away.
Of course, this has to do with the fact that I'm currently stuck in a marriage that isn't exactly working well, where everything seems stuck and worn out. Dennis has been making me terribly hot for a long time. When I'm getting ready for the office, I really make sure I choose a slightly provocative outfit without it being too offensive to my clients. I want the young guy to notice me, to turn him on, to gradually become his focus. Not as a boss, but as an exciting woman. I want to be fucked properly by this twenty-year-old cheeky bastard and taken the way I was once taken by my husband. I want to be touched in places that are already covered in cobwebs.
I know that it's difficult for a woman my age to attract the attention of a young man. On the other hand, my genes are excellent and I do a lot of sport (I'd rather do mattress sports, of course) and I keep myself in shape. I'll see what I can do. Dennis Mart, you'll be more than my apprentice.
Dennis
She's wearing a totally awesome outfit again today. My boss is a lawyer and already a bit older. But hello, she's a really hot chick and that's how she presents herself.
She often calls me into her office to bring her some files. She could also call someone in their first year, but she chooses me. I think she likes me.
I can't deny that it turns me on when she runs her tongue over her lower lip or bites it infinitely gently. She always does this when she's thinking. She also has a horny habit of chewing on a pencil. I imagine her treating my cock like that and then it immediately gets hard. Sometimes I think about whether it wouldn't be great to start an affair with her.
So I do have feelings for her after all? Well, I'm only twenty years old, not completely inexperienced, but compared to Julia (that's her name), I would of course be a newbie. But as you know, newbies bring new life into the lives of others, and if I'm not completely mistaken, Julia is in desperate need of a sexual refresher. When she's under-fucked, we trainees always get to feel it. She can be quite bitchy, my boss. Maybe it's about time I put out some feelers for her.
Julia
Standing in front of me. His jeans are skin-tight. I could just grab his crotch. Damn, my pussy is wet. I haven't experienced anything like this with Thomas for a long time. I have to go to court straight away, I have to concentrate, but my thoughts are actually on a super fuck in an oversized bed and this Dennis is lying in it, taking me hard and showing me that I'm still desirable.
Oh no - don't cry now, you stupid turkey! You could have him! Why don't you go to him, ask him for a date and that's it. Don't act like you've lost all your charm.
Oh Julia, please. You're simply afraid that he might turn you down. He's just as keen on you as you are on him. I run my tongue over my lips and chew lightly. I know he loves that. Why am I making my life so difficult?
Dennis
She has to go to court straight away, she's not thinking at all. I can tell by the way she's always running her fingers through her long blonde hair and nervously chewing on her tail substitute (yes, I mean the pencil!) Is she thinking about me? Is she perhaps thinking about how she could show off even more? How stupid of her to make such a fuss about it. Doesn't she know that I have the hots for her? You can tell something like that, can't you? Oh Julia, if only you could finally get over yourself - or at least invite me to dinner or something. That would at least be a start. I wouldn't let you out of my clutches again so quickly. Come on, beautiful, come to your little boy. It's too bad I can't take action, but it's just not my place and I'm sure she'd be angry.
Julia Barten's law firm, Monday morning 08.30 a.m.
How Julia hated this assembly. But today everything is even worse than on other days.
It had rained during the night, the whole atmosphere already reminded her that summer was gradually coming to an end, and of course her husband had once again not provided breakfast for her. All things that didn't exactly make the start of the day seem friendly. Crap!
When Julia entered her office, he was already there. Dennis Mart, a second-year trainee, looked fresh, rested and polite. Julia's thoughts immediately took on a life of their own. She liked this young man, who sometimes seemed a little snooty, and had been thinking about him a lot recently, almost too much. She had weighed up all the pros and cons of whether she should finally make an attempt to seduce him and yet, as so often, had put it on the back burner.
Julia was wearing a blue pencil skirt. Sexy cut, and ending just above the knee, with a cream-colored blouse that looked very good on her. She also wore stockings with seams and black pumps made of soft leather.
She felt comfortable in her skin and was pleasantly stressed. The anger of the morning was gone as soon as she saw Dennis. She had a court hearing that was not entirely unimportant for her law firm. If she won the case, she was guaranteed to get more work.
"Why don't you bring me a coffee, Dennis, and see if you can find me something to eat somewhere?" Julia sat down at her desk and immersed herself in studying the files.
The young man, who had expected her to at least say hello, replied promptly: "Good morning to you too, Mrs. Barten, I take it your weekend wasn't particularly pleasant?" Without waiting for a reply, he turned around and set off to take care of the order.
As a result, he couldn't see Julia smirk. "That cheeky bugger," she thought and continued, "when I get back from court, I'll just ask him if he wants to have dinner with me!"
She was so fed up with the dilemma, which was her own fault. She finally wanted to put her money where her mouth was and she couldn't imagine that he would turn down such an offer.
He grinned sheepishly as he re-entered the room. "Sorry, Mrs. Barten, but you had a look earlier..."
Julia had to stop herself from coming across as too friendly. "Forget it, Dennis. I really can say that my weekend was all that busy. I had to prepare for the court hearing, mowed the lawn, pulled some weeds and this morning I was once again shamefully let down by my husband. He didn't even make coffee for me - but you're bringing it to me now, aren't you?"