Author's note: This is a continuation of "The Young Voyeur". If you haven't read it, then I recommend that you do. I appreciated the good comments from you. That encouraged me to continue this story. I would like to hear from other older ladies that fantasize about young men.
I led Brad into our large bathroom and adjusted the water in the shower to just the right temperature. His hands were on my buns as I felt the warm water with my hand. Stepping inside, I pulled him with me. The water flowed down on to the two of us. Our hands were busy all over one another before I reached for the body wash on the shelf. I poured a little into my hand and worked it into lather. I reached up and began to wash his face and neck. I continued over his muscular shoulders and arms amazed at the hardness of his muscles. I looked up into his eyes as I washed his chest, feeling his nipples hard under my hands.
When I looked down, I saw that his large cock was growing hard once again. I had to have it in my hands. I quickly washed his abdomen which was rippled with hard muscles. Reaching his cock, I took it into both hands and stroked its shaft back and forth as it grew slowly. I cupped its head with my left hand while stroking the shaft with the other. Brad pushed forward and moaned as I enjoyed the feel of his hard member in my hands. The ache had returned between my legs and I wanted him inside me again!
I kneeled to wash his legs and feet and turned him to quickly wash his back and hard buns. I reached between his legs and cupped his balls rolling them in my hand as I cleaned them thoroughly. I stood and turned him again, standing on tip toes to kiss his young lips and feel his tongue slide between mine. I could feel his cock rubbing against my soft tummy as we kissed deeply and passionately. His strong arms held me to him, my nipples hard against his chest.
I was surprised when he pushed me away and turned me around.
"It's your turn now, Mrs. Collins."
He reached for the body washes and to my surprise, he soaped his chest and cock with lather. After washing my face and neck, he bent his knees and slid his cock between my legs and reached around and took my breasts into his large hands. He washed my back by moving his chest in circles on my back causing his cock to rub back and forth under my pussy. My labia parted allowing the top of his cock to massage my clit. The sensation was amazing. He was making love to my back, my breasts and my clit at the same time. Now it was me moaning. His cock would almost lift me as he up and down and round and round against me.
I reached down and took the head of his cock in my hand as it moved in and out between my legs.
"Oh, Brad!!! I'm going to cum again.!!!!" I shouted.
Hearing that, He pushed me forward. I had to grab the towel rack as he rammed his hard cock deep inside of my hot wet tunnel, lifting my feet from the tub. His large hands held my hips as his cock plunged into the depths of my pussy. I held on tight as he had his way with me. I couldn't have escaped if I had wanted to, which I certainly didn't. I screamed with pleasure as my orgasms were coming one after another as he pounded into me.
I felt the head of his cock swelling inside of my pussy as he moaned loudly before exploding, sending his hot cum deep inside. His cock continued to throb as our juices ran down my legs. He removed his cock from me and I turned and hungrily licked our juices from it. We quickly showered again and got dressed because my husband would be home soon.
While Brad dried himself, I went and got his shorts from the dryer. I kneeled down and put them over his feet and slid them up his legs. I gave his cock a kiss before fastening his shorts and zipping up that treasure that I had found.
I stood and wrapped my arms around Brad's neck giving him a wet kiss as I heard the car pull into the driveway. He quickly rushed out the back door and back to his house just as David, my husband walked in the door.
"What was that kid doing over here?" David asked.
Thinking quickly, I replied, "He wanted to know if we had any yard work for him. He needs a little spending money. He does wonderful work. I have watched him mow their lawn."
"Well, I have to admit that I would rather be playing golf on Saturday than cutting grass," said David.