She didn't mind teaching...
So often women chuckle at the skill and passion of younger men. “I don’t want to have to teach my lover”, comes so easily from women’s mouths, you wonder if they have even considered if they believe it. Sometimes, younger men come already knowing how to please, already eager, already full of such virility and intensity that instruction is unnecessary. Or perhaps he is riding the waves of the moment — your collective chemistry — such that you feel innocent and defer to him! I have always had a taste for younger men, they smell so good like baked bread, so it’s no wonder that when I finally got my hands on one it was exactly as I had hoped. Better even.
Once again, mzfatbooty delves into the forbidden — perhaps because secretly, I like it there. He was a diminutive man, a man who I knew since he was, well, a boy. In some ways, I was his elder sister — we were platonic, filial even, for so long that when I saw him and my sex throbbed, I was surprised! We stood there embracing after having been apart for so long, and suddenly the hug turned from innocent to flirtatious to heady. I pulled back from him to see him properly; he is watching me just as I am watching him.
We chose to play billiards — a game that would allow us to both drink and catch up, while keeping us from staring uncomfortably at each other. I break and the sound of the cue ball connecting with the others, the collision of the balls with each other, the dull sound of the balls hitting the felt walls of the table, all sound like the series of events happening in my body moving me away from seeing him as a little brother and seeing him as… something else.
I feel myself changing; I’m stretching across the pool table extending my body to its limits, allowing him to see my flexibility, my range. I’m dropping hints. Small, but he knows me so well, small hints are all that is necessary. My royal blue bra is peeking out from my deep cut sweater bright enough that he MUST notice it in flashes. Soon my sweater is off and my camisole is revealing even more of my bra. It doesn’t take much more and this man, this young young man, grabs me to him and kisses me. I don’t even know how to describe the pleasure I felt when we kissed. I was literally reeling. I clung to his shirt to gather my thoughts and wait for the ground to return.
I stare into his honey colored face and his wry smile and think, are you the same guy I remember? The same shy boy? He grabs me by my waist and pulls me close again. I turn to meet his mouth. Who the hell am I kissing? He looks like the guy I remember, but everything about his embrace is on fire. Hell, his hands are on fire. He’s so hot and everywhere his hands land warm immediately to his temperature. It takes everything in me to pull away from him and avoid ripping his clothes off in the bar and fucking him on the pool table, the balls dancing around us and falling onto the floor. “They’ll kick us out of here,” I whisper. He kisses me again and I protest, but not nearly enough for him to believe me. “Let get in my car,” I suggest, “At least I can kiss you as much as I’d like.” ”Okay, but as soon as I get time off of work, I will fuck you from morning until night,” he answers.
We get in my car. We’re in the car barely moments before his hands are all over me, his tongue down my throat, and all I can do is coo. Finally he commands me, “take those pants off.” I do not hesitate. I climb on top of him and let him plunge his dick deep in me. In this moment, we’re equals. We’re both reeling from the pleasure, from the exploding desire (who knew that was even there?), and the shock of the experience. In my tiny compact car, he manages to flip me onto my back and fuck me some more. I am following his lead — we start talking to each other, filthy things, whorish things, ideas I didn’t even know rolled around in his sweet head. I push him off me, for a few seconds, long enough for him to meet my gaze, before I take his dick into my mouth.
There is no age in the passenger seat of my now steamy car. There is no shyness. There’s just a man with a hard sex and a woman ready to receive it. There is noise behind us and I worry about us being discovered. We dress and agree to reconvene in safer place. I know that safer place will allow both of us to really let loose. This lover was surprising — I pegged him for the tender lover, not the animal. This rendezvous cannot come fast enough…it’s never the ones you expect.
