Story 31
His Fantasies Get Fulfilled by the Older, Sexy Woman (Hot, Steamy Erotica Short Story)
Brought to you by Lacie Lovepole
Narrated by a Digital Voice
Divorced at 42, attractive and mature Lily found herself feeling a bit lonely in life. She missed that spark of attraction that had driven her for so long. That lusty longing, being fulfilled and satisfied...
Then, there came a knock at the door.
Standing right on the porch was young Rich -- her son's good friend from college.
To Lily's mind, he is represents a forbidden age-gap. But, to her body... The handsome stud possesses everything she could need in this moment.
With their eyes scanning over each other's bodies... Lily feels the heat of Rich's desire -- and, as fate would have it, she may not have to wait too long to find more than just her imagination being stretched!
This sexy story features a gorgeous MILF involved in a steamy age-gap encounter -- with all the explicit details you could hope for...
Summary:
Lily, early forties. She’s divorced and living alone now that her son is away at college. She’s not sure what to do with herself till an unexpected visitor makes her day a whole lot more fun.
Rich, early twenties. He’s a friend of her son’s, and when he shows up at her house, they both decide to give in to what they really want.
Age gap, oral, pussy licking, blow jobs, jerk off, fingering, titty sucking.
As the sound of the door closing faded away, Lily sat back on the couch, closed her eyes, and just enjoyed the silence of the moment. She felt as though she was fully at peace, and she didn’t want to give up this feeling of blissful peace.
When Paul, her son, had first gone away to college, the silence in the house had filled her with a strange sense of dread.
She had felt as though she was completely alone now, and she had wondered what lay ahead for her in her life.
Is this it, she had found herself thinking as she walked around the empty house.
Her husband had left her several years earlier, but she had been so busy raising Paul that she had been able to move on with her life pretty quickly.
Even when she had seen the new woman in her ex-husband’s life, she hadn’t let it faze her too much.
She had told herself that, as soon as Paul was away at college, she would be able to start looking for a bit of fun, a bit of companionship, in her life as well.
Then, she had found herself home alone, with Paul away at college, and she had found herself starting to feel lonely. She told herself that she was only forty-two years old, and there was still plenty of time for her to find someone, something, else. But she hadn’t really known how to begin.
She had looked forward to Paul returning, and when he finally had, things had been good again.
However, she soon found that she had, in fact, started to get too used to the peace and quiet, and now it felt strange to have someone else in the house with her.
She had smiled and shaken her head when she had made this realization.
All this time, feeling lonely, and now she felt too crowded.
She wondered if she would ever really feel happy and content again.
When Paul had told her that he was going away for a few days with some friends of his, she had felt a sense of relief, quickly followed by a sense of guilt about feeling that way. She had to admit to herself, though, that it was very nice to have the house all to herself again.
As she sat there, relaxing, she started to think about what to do with her time. She decided that the first thing she was going to do was have a long bath to really help her to unwind.
She headed upstairs and began to run the bath. Heading into her bedroom, she stripped off and grabbed her robe.
As she did so, she glanced at herself in the mirror, and she had to admit that she liked what she saw.
She paused and took a better, more thorough look at herself.
She wanted to judge her appearance properly, being as critical as possible.
Sometimes, when she thought about her age, she worried that she was getting too old, that a time was coming when she would find herself on the proverbial scrapheap.
However, when she looked at herself now, she was pleased with what she saw. She stepped in closer to the full-length mirror in order to get a better look.
She was slightly above average height, with toned legs.
Her body was slim, with a slender waist and full hips.
Her breasts were large and round. She bounced on the balls of her feet, watching her breasts bounce along, and she was pleased with how they looked.
They didn’t droop, didn’t sag. Her skin was light, and the dark circles of her nipples stood out in contrast.
Her hands went to her waist, feeling her curves, and then one hand moved around to her flat stomach. She patted it, feeling the soft flesh beneath her palm.
She turned to look at her profile, at her full, juicy ass, at her legs, her stomach, the swell of her breasts with the nipples poking out slightly.
Then came the real test. She knew that her body could combat the signs of aging if she just looked after herself, but her face would be harder to hide the truth from.
She leaned in close, pushing her light brown hair back behind her head, where it fell to her shoulders.
Looking closely, she could see some slight lines around her eyes, but, other than that, she thought that she seemed to be defying the ravages of time quite well.
Her skin still glowed and wasn’t sagging at all, still tight around her forehead and her small chin.
Her cheeks were full and, when she smiled, they dimpled in a cute way that helped to keep her looking young.
Her mouth itself was small, but her lips were full, and she had a seductive smile when she wanted.
Her nose was small and her eyes were large and dark green, with long lashes hanging over them.
She smiled to herself, liking what she saw, and then she headed through to the bathroom.
Heading into the bathroom, the bath was full and steaming. She turned the taps off and climbed in, one shapely leg after the other.
She felt the heat on her skin, the tingle of it as it touched her.
She lowered herself into the water, the tingling sensation only increasing as she did so.
She lay back, enjoying the feeling of peace that overtook her.
As she lay there, her thoughts started to stray. She started to think about just what it was that she wanted in her life. She had to admit that she felt somewhat confused. What next for her? She just didn’t know.
After the separation, before the divorce had even come through, she had wanted to try and start a new life for herself.
She had gone out one night, wanting to make it happen, eager to see if there was life after divorce.
She had been in her late thirties then, and kept telling herself that she wasn’t too old, that she could start again, even though she had felt some doubts about that idea.
She had gone to a wine bar alone. She would have rather gone with someone else, but there was just something about all of this - it felt so furtive, as though she was doing something that she shouldn’t be doing.
It had felt strange to be sitting in that bar all alone, but she had told herself to push on through the feeling of strangeness and try to get used to it.
However, that had been easier said than done.
She nursed a single glass of wine for about an hour, downed it, and got up to leave.
She was sure that everyone in the place would be looking at her, wondering if she had been stood up.
Walking to the door quickly, she suddenly noticed someone coming over to her. She stopped and turned, and decided that her evening had suddenly just gotten a whole lot more interesting.
There was a man standing there, and he was incredibly good-looking. He looked as though he was slightly older than her, maybe in his early forties, and he was wearing an expensive suit that showed off a powerful physique, with broad shoulders and a bulging chest.
He had chiseled good looks - a square jaw, good bone structure, hazel-colored eyes, and a smile that seemed to ooze confidence. His hair was light brown, similar to hers, but cut short.
She looked at him as he approached. He smiled at her, giving off even more of a sense of his own confidence.
“Hi,” he said, “not leaving so soon, are you?”
“Yeah,” she sighed, “I don’t know why I came here, really. But,” she shrugged, “I don’t think it’s for me. I’m just going to get a cab.”
“Well, I couldn’t let a beautiful young woman such as yourself stand alone in the dark city streets waiting for a cab all alone. Come on, let me come and keep you company.”
She smiled back at him. She was sure that he was making a move now, and she felt a sudden rush of excitement. Was this it? Was this how it happened?
“Sure,” she said, “my knight in shining armor.”
“Well, thank you. But you can just call me Mike.”
They headed outside, and she got out her phone, calling a cab.
“Says they’ll be ten minutes,” she muttered to herself, and then, turning to Mike, “you don’t have to wait with me if you don’t want to. Really.”
“Oh, but I want to.”
“Is that so?”
They were facing one another. He reached out and took hold of one of her hands, doing it lightly, his thumb stroking the back of her hand.
“Sure,” he said softly.
Then, his other hand went to her face, pushing her hair back, and then he bent down to kiss her. Their lips locked, moved over each other, their noses bumping as their tongues darted out and played with each other.
Her hand that wasn’t being held in one of his went to his face, feeling it beneath her hand, and then went to his arm, stroking it and feeling the large bicep there. She felt weak at the knees. Was this really happening? She wanted this man; that was all that she knew.
He stepped back from her then, breaking off their kiss and looking down into her face.
Her lips were still parted, as though yearning to feel his kiss again, as though willing it to happen once more.
“Is this what you want?” he said, looking into her eyes. All that she could do was nod.