It’s a woman’s prerogative to fib about her age, so let’s just say I’ve celebrated my forty fifth birthday more than once, and leave it at that. Anyway, I still have the same sort of hourglass figure I had in my twenties. Granted, my rear end is fuller than it used to be, but my boobs are bigger, too.
Attracting male attention has never been a problem for me. I’ve been divorced now for quite some time, and although I don’t consider myself promiscuous, I’m not exactly shy either. To put it bluntly, I have sexual needs and one scorching hot day last summer, those needs were more than met by a gorgeous man not even half my age.
It was early on a Saturday morning, and I’d just woken up in my country home not far from Nashville. Yawning and stretching, wiggling my toes, I reached down and cupped my pussy. I don’t masturbate that often, but on this particular morning, I was surprisingly wet, and my button was already swollen and good to go. Making a “V” with two fingers, I stroked back the sheath of my clitoris and rolled the berry between my fingers, feeling my arousal grow.
Still half in dreamland, I diddled myself lazily. Touching myself with my fingers made me crave something more substantial, so I got out of bed and went looking for my vibrator. That’s what I was doing rummaging around in my closet, bare assed naked when I heard someone knocking at the front door.
“Just a minute!” I called out. “I’ll be right there!”
I quickly slipped into my robe and hurried down the hall. I expected to find the mailman standing on my porch, but when I opened the door, I was surprised to see a battered pickup truck parked in my driveway. As I stepped outside, I spotted the driver, who was leaning against the side of the vehicle. His eyes were hidden behind aviator shades, and with the sun hampering my vision, I wasn’t able to distinguish his features.
“Morning, ma’am,” he shouted. “I’m not sure if I got the right address. You called about some yard work?”
“Yes, but I didn’t expect anyone at this hour. It’s awfully early, isn’t it?”
“If you want, I can come back tomorrow.”
“No, no,” I answered with a frown. “Go around the back of the house. I’ll be with you in a few minutes.”
Before he had a chance to respond, I left the porch and went back inside to get dressed. In the bedroom, I shed my robe and stepped into a pair of khaki shorts. Without bothering to put on a bra, I threw on a loose cotton blouse, ran a comb through my hair, and headed for the back door.
Out in the yard, the workman was standing in the dappled shade of a chestnut tree, casually smoking a cigarette. This was the first time I’d gotten a good look at him, and to say I was impressed is putting it mildly. Tanned bronze by the sun, wearing a sleeveless t shirt and faded jeans, he fell solidly in the tall, dark and gorgeous category not fashion model gorgeous, but scruffily handsome, with tousled black hair and a three day stubble on his cheeks.
Smiling inwardly goodness, what a hunk! I started across the dewy lawn on bare feet. As I approached, the workman tossed away his cigarette and removed his sunglasses, and it was only at that moment that I realized how young he actually was. He couldn’t have been much more than twenty, which meant he was less than half my age. It was a bit of a shock, really, but even so, he was so sinfully handsome that I couldn’t resist flirting.
I crossed my arms beneath my ample bust and smiled sweetly. “I’m sorry if I sounded grouchy before. I guess I got up on the wrong side of the bed.”
“That’s all right, ma’am.”
“Ma’am isn’t necessary,” I said with a light laugh. “My name’s Rebecca.”
“I’m Shane,” he said, shaking my extended hand.
At the touch of his skin, a little tingle of excitement ran up my spine. I loved the way my delicate hand seemed even smaller within his masculine grasp. I loved the way he smelled, too. That indefinable male scent always gets to me. He held my hand a little longer than was necessary and boldly looked down my blouse at my braless breasts. I hope you like what you’re seeing, I thought to myself.
I certainly liked what I was seeing. Not that I planned to do anything about it. Although Shane had the kind of bad boy looks that really appeal to me, he was far too young. I was only flirting with the boy, being a shameless tease. And teasing myself in the process, too. As soon as I go inside, I thought, I’ll finish masturbating.
“So what was it you wanted me to do?” Shane asked.
I blinked, surprised. “Oh, sorry my mind was elsewhere. Come on. I’ll show you.”
Walking side by side with Shane, my breasts swaying freely beneath my top, I led him to a grove of apple trees at the far end of my property. We’d had a violent thunderstorm the previous week, and the gale force winds had nearly uprooted a few of the trees. As we strolled through the grove together, I asked Shane if he could cut down the damaged trees and chop them into firewood.
“No problem,” he nodded. “I’ll get my tools out of the truck. Anything else I can do for you?”
I smiled. “I might think of something later on. But right now, I’d better let you get to work.”
Once inside the house, I stripped off my clothes, sat on the edge of my bed, and palmed my pear shaped breasts. For the next few minutes I worked on each of my tits, tweaking my pale brown nipples into points and lifting each of my pendulous boobs up to my lips in turn, so I could flick my tongue along each sensitive nub of flesh. Very quickly, a sexy glow shimmered between my legs, and as those feelings intensified, a rosy pink flush spread across my chest and trickles of nectar began pooling in my slit.
While I sat there mouthing my boobs, I started fantasizing about going down on Shane. I hadn’t sucked a guy his age in years, and the thought made me so horny that I crossed my legs to increase the pressure on my throbbing clit. Getting hotter by the moment, I visualized myself kneeling in front of Shane and sucking on his sturdy dick until his hot, sticky cream filled my mouth and dribbled down my chin. The image was so vivid that my clit suddenly pulsed, and a gentle orgasm fluttered inside me. The climax was just enough to take the edge off my horniness and leave me in a happy, carefree mood.
As the morning proceeded, I took a shower, had some coffee and toast, fed my cat, did my hair and makeup, and touched up the peach enamel on my toenails never forgetting about the hot, young thing working in my orchard. All the while I was puttering around in panties and flip flops, and I could hear the whine of Shane’s power saw off in the distance. It was a hot day, already well into the nineties, and some time around noon I decided to bring Shane a cold drink and check on his progress. After slipping on a yellow batik sundress and sandals, I poured a tall glass of iced tea and went out into the yard.
Crossing the lawn, heading for the grove of apple trees, I felt composed and self assured. I liked the casual dress I was wearing, and my hair and makeup were fine. I’d been a provocative tease with Shane earlier that morning, but now that I’d given myself an orgasm and gotten myself together, I was in a much different frame of mind.
That’s what I thought, anyway, but when I reached the apple orchard and saw Shane bent over his work, shirtless and glistening with sweat, my stomach got all fluttery and my ladylike composure immediately vanished.
“How’s it going?” I managed to say.
“I’m just about done.”
“I thought you might be thirsty,” I murmured, and handed him the glass of iced tea.
Shane drained the glass, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and slowly looked me up and down. Ordinarily, being checked out like that, from my tits to my painted toes, would have seriously annoyed me but I hadn’t gotten laid in almost two months, and far from annoying me, the way that Shane ran his eyes over my figure made me as giddy as a schoolgirl. I could feel myself turning red.
“Are you okay?” Shane asked.
Fanning my face with one hand, I said, “It’s this heat. It must be 100 degrees.”
Standing there in the green shade, we spent a while making idle small talk, which wasn’t easy for me. It would have been a lot easier if Shane had been wearing a shirt, but he was naked to the waist, and I was so distracted by his firm pecs and cute little nipples that I could hardly think straight. I kept picturing him feeling me up, manhandling my soft tits, putting his fingers inside me.
An awkward silence had begun to develop. Snapping out of my reverie, I cleared my throat and said, “Well, I should get going. I’ve taken up enough of your time.”
“Don’t worry about that,” Shane said smoothly. “I’ve got all the time in the world.”
A light breeze moved through the trees, stirring my hair, my dress. I opened my mouth to say something, but my mind went blank. Looking into Shane’s luminous brown eyes, I couldn’t disguise my longing it was written all over my face, and when he took a step closer, a wonderful sort of panic overcame me: that tremulous feeling when I know I’m about to surrender myself.
We were among the apple trees, the nearest neighbor a half mile away, alone in our own private Eden. Like someone in a trance, I stood there with my heart racing until Shane wrapped his sinewy arms around me and pressed his lips against mine for a searing kiss.
I’m not really sure what happened next. Even now, looking back on it, I can’t reconstruct how we got from point A to point B. All I know is that once we started kissing, I was so overwhelmed with desire that all my inhibitions disappeared completely. The next thing I knew, I was lying in the grass with my dress bunched up around my waist. My panties were gone, and I can’t explain that, either. I don’t know if I took them off or if Shane did, but however it happened, my blonde bush and moist cunt were fully exposed.
Standing above me, Shane unzipped and lowered his jeans, and when his rigid penis sprang out, my eyes widened in astonishment. He was impressively erect and alarmingly big especially in girth. I like nice fat cocks as much as the next woman, but I’d never dealt with an erection quite that thick. Matched up against that bulky hard on, the delicate opening between my legs seemed very small and vulnerable, and although I desperately wanted to fuck the boy, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to take him in.
As Shane dropped to his knees and maneuvered himself between my widespread thighs, I fumbled for his penis with my right hand. By this point, I was so crazily aroused that when I inadvertently bumped his bulging knob against my clit, I nearly climaxed. I sighed softly, enjoying that little spike of arousal and feeling desperate for more pleasure. Frantic to have him inside me, I positioned his cockhead against my pouty labia and then grabbed hold of his ass, pulling him toward me at a gentle, steady pace. When Shane’s sturdy member began to enter me, the invasive pressure became shockingly intense. He hadn’t even gotten his glans all the way in, and already the mouth of my cunt was stretched wide!
Sensing how overwhelmed I was feeling, Shane backed off slightly, leaving only the tip of his cock in my opening and giving me time to collect myself. While he lay there on top of me, trailing sweet kisses along my neck, I spread my legs a tiny bit further, and when I tilted my pelvis, the bulk of his substantial shaft slid inside me with one huge wave of pleasure. Shane growled softly in my ear, the sound animalistic and lustful, making my pussy grow even more slick with arousal.
Shane pulled back again, and I sighed softly, craving the feeling of him filling me once more. Resting my heels on the ground, I raised my hips and in he went, sliding into my body in one smooth, slow, heart stopping plunge that turned me inside out.
Exhaling in relief, I took Shane’s face in my hands and planted tiny kisses on his cheeks and lips. Choked with emotion, I moaned, “Oh, Shane, that’s so good!”
To emphasize my words, I tried to tease his shaft by working my inner muscles, but my pussy was packed too solidly. Not even a half hour ago I’d walked out of my house feeling very sure of myself, very much the lady, and now imagine the sight of me: Stuffed to the brim with cock, my pretty dress disheveled and grass stained. I felt like a tramp and I loved it!
“Fuck me!” I stammered. “Fuck my pussy!”
Raising himself onto his hands, Shane loomed over me and began driving his fat prick in and out of me. Despite the thickness of his penis, I no longer felt any strain the satiny walls of my cunt were slick with honey and perfectly sheathed his manhood. The searing heat of his hard on seemed to light up my insides, and each of his thrusts sent shock waves of pleasure throughout my entire body. Where I felt it most of all, though, was in the front of my pussy, right inside the entrance, where all the zillion nerve endings were activated. And as I seesawed my hips, and fucked Shane as eagerly as he fucked me, the ravishing hunger in my pulsating clitoris became more and more maddening, making me crazed with lust.
Gritting my teeth, I hissed, “C’mon, baby get me off! Fuck me harder!”
While we were writhing together in the grass, the front closure of my bra ripped loose and my tits danced wildly beneath the bodice of my dress. I was already burning up with arousal, and my fast moving breasts added fuel to the sexual fire. Now I groaned and raked Shane’s back with my nails. What an extraordinary rush it was, fucking like this, humping like a wildcat out of doors, in broad daylight! And the man who was balls deep inside me was barely out of his teens!
It was that thought as much as anything else that finally sent me flying into pieces. Bathed in sweat and grinding furiously, I gyrated my hips until a flood of liquid heat poured through my insides as my climax broke.
“Fuck fuck!” I screamed. “I’m coming!”
Indeed I was, and with toe curling intensity, but my cunt was so tightly filled that it muffled my contractions and extended the sensations which threatened to overwhelm me. It was exquisite, but it made me so wide eyed and frantic that I could barely catch my breath. And then another climax, this one luscious and full bodied, rushed over me. Overwhelmed by ecstasy, I cried out, “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”
Growling like a lion, Shane thrust his shaft into my core and sent spurts of hot semen deep inside my quivering sex.
After he’d filled me with his cream, Shane didn’t lose his erection right away. When I eventually floated back to reality and regained my senses, his huge hard on was still lodged firmly inside me. With my cunt packed solid like that, I felt perfectly centered and blissfully happy.
“Mmm that was lovely,” I murmured. “You’re still hard, too.”
Lifting his head off my shoulder, he said, “Do you want me to move?”
“No, no don’t be silly. Stay right where you are.”
As his penis gradually softened, I flexed my inner muscles, tightening my silky tunnel and maintaining a hold on his diminishing erection.
“You’re a sweet boy,” I whispered.
Shane smiled, and after he rolled off me, I sat up and took off my rumpled dress and bra. He leaned forward and brushed my hair back behind my ears as he said softly, “And you’re a beautiful woman. Look at you, sitting there naked in the sunlight. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a prettier sight. You’re as sexy as summertime, you know that?”
That left me speechless. I could tell he meant every word of it. What a sweetheart!
“Come here, you,” I said gently.
Gathering him into my arms, I gave him a long heartfelt kiss, and then he kissed and fondled my breasts, sucked on my nipples, and finally laid me down and licked my slit until I came in his mouth. After that, I positioned myself on my hands and knees, raising my ass and once again offering him my cunt, which he fucked with the same youthful energy that I’d experienced earlier, bringing me to another blissful climax that left me thoroughly satisfied.
I’m happy to report that Shane and I have developed a real friendship, and we still have sex together two or three times a month. For me, the situation could hardly be better. I have the freedom to date other men, and I also have the thrill of taking on a young, well hung guy. Incidentally, Shane turned twenty one a few weeks after our encounter in that apple grove. He’s never come right out and asked me my age, but if he ever does, I’ll exercise my woman’s prerogative and fib and then fuck him silly!