Was She Ever Ready for What the Boy Next Door Could Do for Her

I just turned fifty, but I don’t look it and I don’t feel it either. I’m as energetic and attractive as I was twenty or twenty-five years ago. I’m an aerobics instructor, and I often wear spandex workout suits that hug my body so snug that sometimes my vaginal lips are outlined.

I returned home from the gym one day and my neighbor’s son was just finishing cleaning my gutters and spouts. The way this eighteen-year-old looked at me gave me shudders. I’d been divorced for fifteen years and dated many men, but had been lonely for near a year. When I bent over to pick up the keys that I “accidentally” dropped, I heard Pete go “mmm.” I straightened up to see a bulge in his shorts.

We held each other’s gaze, and a smile crossed my face. Without a word he put his hands on my shoulders and I dropped to my knees. I took out his cock and in a split second gulped it into my mouth. He shuddered as my tongue swirled, my mouth sucked, and my head bobbed back and forth. He was shaking uncontrollably as he thrust deeper in my mouth. He thrust his hips hard, groaning loudly.

Every nerve in my body tingled, and I was so keyed up that a wet spot formed on my workout suit. In seconds I was swallowing as much of Pete’s semen as I could. I didn’t stop, though. I kept right on giving him head, determined to keep him hard. He softened for a minute or two, but then I got him back to total stiffness.

I pulled my mouth off Pete and looked up at him while I stroked him. He got the hint and picked me up and set me on the couch, then yanked off my workout suit. I spread my legs, and he lay on top of me. I felt his crown search briefly for my entrance, then thrust in me. I shrieked and moaned while he pounded me. I was whimpering and moaning, getting louder while he fucked me harder. I clung to him as the sofa scooted across the floor.

Just as Pete came in my pussy, I hit my release, with him collapsing on top of me. He stood up to get dressed, saying he had a date to get ready for. When I limped to the door with him, he patted my bare butt and said for me to call him when I was ready for him again. I was ready again the next day.

—G.L., Kelowna, British Columbia