It was my traditional Fourth of July party at my house, a small gathering of friends and family, the usual crowd of young and older, coming together for a barbecue, drinks and watching fireworks at the nearby beach where I live.
They'd gotten smaller since my divorce, with my ex-husband's friends and family staying away, which is fine, I liked smaller groups especially as it got harder to manage as I got older. I'm not ancient by any means, but at 59, a well-preserved, athletic and strong 59 I might add, it's a lot of work.
My grandchildren were there, along with a few of their friends, including Timmy, a tall, gangly 18-year-old, cute blonde boy, a bit on the shy side. He was helping me a lot during the day, serving people, cleaning up, and now, just before sunset when people would be heading to the beach, he was by my side in the small pantry, helping me put things away. Such a good boy, I thought, eyeing the handsome young buck with his curly blonde hair and innocent good looks.
He was carrying a piece of cake, eating it, when a bit of icing fell onto his arm. As I put things away, I noticed peripherally Timmy's incredibly long tongue dart out to slurp it nonchalantly off his arm as he continued to gobble his cake, thinking nothing of it.
I did, I couldn't help it, his tongue had to be a good four inches long, the longest I'd ever seen and instantly the forbidden fantasy of Timmy eating my old pussy flooded my mind. It had been too long since anyone had eaten me, and when it did happen with my ex, he wasn't terribly good at it. I tried chasing the naughty thought from my mind, but my pussy tingled under my mid-thigh summery dress as I looked at the boy.
"Wow, Timmy...that's quite...well, quite the long tongue you have there," I said, emboldened by an afternoon of too much wine and the last few years of too little sex. "I couldn't help but notice.."
"Yeah, the kids make fun of me," he said, blushing, not making much of it and certainly not thinking what I was thinking.
"They do?" I asked, turning to him, folding my arms under my sagging boobs, giving them some lift and accentuating the cleavage in my low-cut top.
"Well...yeah...mostly the guys," he said, swallowing the cake.