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I really hope the men reading this story are young enough to not remember this car. It’s my husbands pride and joy. He spends so much time tinkering with it that he neglects me ….. And I need much more tinkering with!

I had an appointment in town; we live so far away I could only get to it by driving there myself. The appointment was quite important, as I had decided to go back to work.

My kids were at school all day and my man off doing his thing, leaving me rattling around in this big old house on my own.

I got dressed in my best dark blue suit with a white cotton blouse; and my sexiest undies and stockings, not that any one would notice. My skirt comfortably covered them to just below my knee, but it made me feel good. You know what I’m talking about don’t you girls? And the men will just have to use their imagination!

I got into my car – an old Citroen C5. It wouldn’t start. Damn! This was going to make me late, and that’s the worst impression I could give to a prospective employer. What should I do? I went indoors thinking I would have to phone and cancel the appointment, but it was just the job I was looking for – receptionist for a dentist. It’s not everybody’s idea of heaven but the hours would work around my kids coming out of school, and that suited me perfectly.

I went to the phone, and noticed his keys lying on the table. His MGB key fob caught my attention; dare I take his pampered car to get to the interview? I grabbed the keys, without thinking of the consequences if anything happened to that car. I drove away; I had gone about three miles when trouble started. The engine coughed and spluttered. Oh god! It was going to stop on this lonely back road, with me stranded in the middle of nowhere.

The engine coughed once more and died. I coasted the car onto the grass verge and stopped. Thank goodness I had my mobile phone with me. The first call was to my interview, explaining that my car had broken down and I wouldn’t be able to make the appointment. The second should have been to my husband begging his forgiveness; but it was to a garage I normally took my own car to, to ask for their help. If I could get this car back home and parked it where it belonged, he might never know.

I sat in the car waiting for the mechanic to arrive. It took ages, but at last the van came round the corner. This very young man jumped out, his tool box in his hand. He came up to the car as I stepped out. His face was so young, he still had teenage spots.

His smile was as wide as the sky. He asked, “What’s wrong with it then madam?”

“Well, it just coughed and spluttered then stopped,” I replied.

He said, “Open the bonnet for me, please.”

I bent into the car to release the bonnet catch and caught him eyeing up my legs, as I turned to tell him it was now open. He had the cheekiest grin, but he was far too young for me.

He lifted up the bonnet (hood if you are American) and looked inside. I could tell by the look on his face that the car was like nothing he had ever seen before; it had been built before he was born. But he checked one or two things and then said, “There’s not much I can do with this, it’s not a car I’m accustomed to, but I will ring for help.”

He went to the van to fetch his phone. I couldn’t help noticing his shapely young bum in his tight jeans as he walked away. What was I thinking? He wasn’t much older than my son. I couldn’t help but look as he leaned into his van to reach his phone. His jeans pulled tight, showing his cute little ass. Oh god! What was I doing, ogling a boy who was only just out of school?

He called his boss, who told him to stay with me until the breakdown truck arrived, as he thought it was best to tow the car in. I told him I wanted it towed home and left for my husband to repair. That was okay, so we waited …. and waited …. and waited. Well over an hour later the young mechanic called again. The breakdown truck had broken down. Was this my day or what?

But I had other problems; I wanted a pee so badly and there were a few bushes nearby to hide behind. They were only a few feet high. I said I need to take a walk, and strode purposely towards the small clump of shrubs, getting as far behind them as possible I hitched up my skirt and pulled my panties down knowing he would be able to see through the thin branches of the bushes. But I had to go. I squatted down and let my water flow. It sounded so loud in the silence of the lonely country lane.

He must have seen and heard me as I peed there behind the bushes, because when I returned his jeans had a very pronounced bulge in the front. He didn’t try to hide his obvious arousal; in fact he seemed to be flaunting it. He seemed proud of his big bulge, but I couldn’t stop myself from looking at it. My eyes just kept coming back to his crotch, despite his obvious youth.

He seemed aware of my inability to look away, and smiled at me. His teeth were so white and even. He looked like the sort of lad I would want my daughter to bring home in a few years, a really nice country boy with no pretensions, just a sweet kid. However, that wasn’t what was going on in my mind. In fact, at this moment, my family seemed about as far away as they could be. It started to rain – just a few spots but enough to want to get out of it.

I opened the car door and got in. He opened the door on the other side and asked, “Is it alright if I get in too?”

I don’t think he had meant a double intention in his words, but it caught me unawares.

“Yes,” I said, “You can get in.” And I didn’t mean the car.

He sat beside me in the small cockpit. It was tiny. A lot of the old cars of yesteryear were much smaller than what we are used to today. His leg was touching mine and it felt like a brand of fire. My skirt had ridden up a little showing the darker tops of my stockings. His eyes never left that flash of black stocking top. He reached out to touch me. I should have pushed him away, but my hands wouldn’t work. His fingers touched the nylon, and then moved my skirt a little higher until the white flesh of my thigh was showing above my stocking.

He stroked my skin with a reverence I hadn’t experienced for so long. It was like in my early courting days, when feelings were so much bigger and more intense, but he was about the same age as I was then. He probably hadn’t touched a woman’s leg in this way before. Maybe he had with a few young girls but no-one as old and experienced as me.

I knew my tiny lace thong would be wet. It wasn’t big enough to soak up much of my juice and I was producing it in bucketfuls. My pussy was throbbing, making me feel so sexy. What on earth was I doing letting this young man fondle my legs? Even more so on a public road, in my husband’s MGB. Everyone for miles around knew his car, and they might stop if they saw it parked up on the grass verge obviously broken down. How would I be able to explain my wanton behaviour?

I laid my hand over his. “This isn’t a good idea is it? I said, “If we get caught, it would cause all sorts of problems for us both.”

He looked at me and replied, “I might not get another chance like this, and I love older women. They know what it’s all about.”

Cheeky little sod; I wasn’t that old, was I?

The arrival of big breakdown truck stopped anything else happening. The driver got out, and began hooking the truck’s winch to the front of the car. He suggested I get in his cab, out of the rain, while he and this young sexy devil secured the car. He soon had my husband’s car safely loaded onto his truck and we set off back home. He told me that young Mike was going to follow, as he had to go to another breakdown as quickly as possible. Mike would make sure the car was put in the garage.

We pulled into my driveway and I asked the driver if he wanted a cup of tea or coffee, but he refused, saying he needed to get away as soon as possible. I went indoors and watched as the men unloaded the car and the big truck turned around and left. It was raining quite hard now and Mike didn’t have a coat, so I called him to come in out of the rain.

At least that’s what I convinced myself I was doing, but deep inside there was an ulterior motive, I’m sure of that. He came in and sat in my kitchen, his wet clothes dripping all over my clean floor.

“Why don’t you go and have a shower, while I dry your clothes?” I asked, rather cheekily.

He jumped to it. I showed him where the downstairs shower was and he stripped off his wet things, throwing them out into the hall where I stood with my back to him.

I really was trying not to do this, despite the insistent urges coursing through my veins. It was like that huge ride at Blackpool. You want to go on it, but know it’s going to be so bloody scary. I stuffed his clothes into the tumble dryer and made some coffee, not daring to think what was going to happen next. The coffee maker gurgling didn’t help, even that sounded sexy to my over-active mind.

He called from the shower, “Can I use the dressing gown hanging on the back of the door?”

Did I say, “No, come out naked?” as I really wanted him to, or say, “Yes, of course you can,” like a respectable housewife?

Caution won over passion and I shouted, “Yes, that will be fine,” forgetting it was my dressing gown, not my husband’s. Despite his youth he wasn’t a little lad, whereas my size twelve isn’t as trim as I would like. But it was still a lot smaller than him.

He strutted into the kitchen, the robe only just closed across his chest, and not coming any lower than his bum. He looked comical and very sexy dressed like that. I tried not to smile at his obvious embarrassment, but he shouldn’t have started this if he wasn’t up for it. He wasn’t so shy in the car, was he?

We sat at the breakfast bar drinking hot coffee, with even hotter thoughts running through my mind. His robe had fallen open at the front, exposing his chest and probably much more just out of my line of sight. The bar between us prevented me seeing any lower than his waist. I wanted to see what else there was on show but daren’t try to look.

He resolved the problem, asking, “Can I have more sugar?”

“Yes, of course,” I replied, and went to fetch it for him.

“It’s OK,” he said, without hesitation, “I can get it,” standing up as he spoke, his robe flapping open wide as he strode across my kitchen. His lovely young cock was sticking straight out in front of him like a horizontal flag pole. It was so stiff and so nice looking, all young and fresh.

Oh god! Any reservations I had melted away at the sight of that fantastic looking piece of manhood. He turned to come back to the breakfast bar, showing the front of his body. It was so fit, so strong, so sweet; I had to have some of him.

He smiled at my expression, and said, “Well, where were we before Fred arrived in his lorry?”

He walked right up to me, not returning to his side of the table. He touched my knee, his hand sweeping my skirt up to well above my stockings. God! He was in a hurry.

He looked at my tiny thong, saying, “My girlfriend wears bigger knickers than that, you sexy woman!”

His fingers explored the little gusset, with much more experience than I thought he should have. His fingers found my clitty in seconds and then rolled it perfectly under the pads of his fingers. My hand sort-of went automatically to his cock. It felt as good as it looked. It was all soft and velvety over a rod of iron, his foreskin just back far enough to expose a drop of pre-cum on the tip of his knob.

I just slipped off my stool onto my knees, before this young Adonis. My mouth was just the right height to suck that drop of pre cum off his cock. Then I swallowed as much of him as I could. He groaned as his young cock sunk into my face. He muttered something about he had always fantasised about being sucked off. Well, his fantasy was about to come true. I just hoped I could make it as good as in his imagination.

Cradling his tight young balls in my hand, and, squeezing them just enough to make him cry out in ecstasy, my head bobbed up and down his shaft. His hands were on my head, making sure I finished what I had started. He needn’t have worried. This was about as good as it gets, his sweet young cock was so perfect it even tasted sweet. It was big enough for me to know I had my mouth full, but not so big that it hurt. It was perfect.

One of the problems of young men is their inability to control themselves. Before many seconds had elapsed he was groaning. He was going to cum. I know I could have stopped him but I didn’t want to spoil this first blow job for him. So I let him do his thing. He pulled at my hair as he erupted deep into my throat, shooting so much hot sticky come. It made me choke, but I didn’t let myself off lightly. I owed him the best I could do, and held his manhood in my mouth until he started to subside a little.

I said, “Perhaps you should drink your coffee before it goes cold?”

He grinned and walked round to the other side of the bar. After adding more sugar, he drank the cooling coffee down in two gulps. He looked at me, seeing me all flustered, realising what I had just done and how easy it had been for him to seduce me. Or had I seduced him?

He reached across the table and said, “Shall we go somewhere more comfortable?”

I didn’t answer him, but got up as he gently tugged my arm. I followed him into the lounge. He threw my dressing gown on the floor and turned to me, his body so perfect. I was still fully dressed and he grinned that cocky, knowing, grin of young men who know they are the winners. He started to unbutton my top, and then my skirt fell to the floor. There was only my bra, thong and stockings left. I felt old and tired compared with this perfect example of vibrant youth. The stretch marks on my tummy seemed like huge tell-tale markers of my age.

But he seemed fascinated by my whole body. He looked at me as if I was some young bird he had just pulled. His fingers traced the outline of my bra and then my thong. He asked me to turn around and I did it without thinking. This was very sexy and almost unbelievable. I turned until my back was to him. He stopped me and ran his fingers round the edges of my thong, following the material as it disappeared into the cleft of my bum.

I was so excited and just a little scared by his bold approach. I didn’t expect one so young to be so bold, so confident. I had imagined him having to be led into my bed, because that’s where I wanted him. My pretence at being a respectable married woman had somehow got blown away. I was acting like a wanton whore, almost begging for this sexy young man to take me.

I also thought he would be in such a hurry that he would strip me and fuck me before I could even start to think about what I was doing. But he was so laid back, so casual in his approach; he wasn’t in the least shy about where he put his hands. Was this the youth of today? None of the shy reticence of my youth, when we tentatively touched each other for weeks before we eventually got round to doing anything more. He made it quite obvious he was going to fuck me. Without saying a word, his attitude spoke volumes.

I felt his fingers playing with my bra strap then the sudden release of the tension and my titties sagged a little, as most mothers who have breastfed two children tend to. They still looked good, but not quite as perky as my teenage tits. He slipped the straps off my shoulders, letting my bra fall to the floor. He turned me to face him. I know I was blushing; I could feel the heat in my cheeks. But I also felt the heat in my pussy as he took first one, then the other nipple in his mouth. He sucked them to their full size, his teeth grazing the tender flesh as he teased and nibbled my aroused nipples.

Still devouring my tits, he eased his fingers into the waist band of my thong, slowly slipping it down my thighs. It stuck between my legs where my juice had made it so wet, so he slipped his fingers between the thong and my pussy again, gently easing it away from my body. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable, so bloody sexy.

He dropped to his knees, taking my thong off my feet as I lifted one foot and then the other, to allow him to strip me completely. This was nothing like I had imagined a young man would make love to me. I had this crazy idea I would have to lead, encourage him, help him to make the right moves; but he was less than half my age and about ten times as experienced.

His face was only inches away from my freshly shaved pussy. Would he lick me or just look at my bare and exposed pussy? He said something about ‘loving it so smooth’ and touched it with his fingertips, stroking gently, making me shiver in anticipation of what was to cum. Yes, that pun was intended.

His face moved ever closer to my cunt. He murmured, “You smell very nice, all sexy but so sweet.”

His tongue flicked, out just touching my outer lips. But it sent shock waves through my body, shaking me to the very core. Oh! How I wanted this sexy young man to fuck me, make me do all the things that lovers do. Perhaps he knew things I had yet to learn?

My feet involuntarily parted giving him more room to tongue fuck me, but it’s not a good position to get any penetration. Despite my hips pushing forward to give him the best possible opportunity to get his tongue inside me, he wasn’t interested in that. He was quite happy to lick and lap at my little bud, his tongue taking long slow strokes from just under my clitty right up to my navel. He even played with my belly button with the tip of his sexy tongue. I don’t really know how long he kept me in this state of suspended animation, but it seemed as if he had been playing with my body for hours.

I was on the point of cumming but still he took his time, not rushing at all, just as if he had all day to spare. Perhaps he had. I wouldn’t be going anywhere, not with this sexy young man paying so much attention to my body.

At last he stood up. I hadn’t realised how tall he was. He towered above me as I turned my face up to look at his. When he kissed me full on my lips, his tongue took the same advantage of my mouth as it had my pussy. He was lapping at my lips and pushing deep into my mouth. I could taste myself on his tongue. I had this funny thought; I tasted rather nice. Perhaps it was the mixture of his saliva and my juices that made it so heady a cocktail.

He picked me up in his arms as if I weighed nothing, and carried me to the sofa. Laying me down, he took one of my legs and rested on his back opening me wide to his sight. He looked for some time before he bent his head to my cunt. I was secreting so much that I could smell the sex myself. God! I can’t remember ever being this turned on.

His tongue found my clitty and worked it for a few moments, but long enough to bring me to the first of many orgasms that afternoon. As I came, he stuck his tongue deep into me, sending me into the most fantastic climax. I writhed and squirmed on his expert young tongue. He held me in that state of bliss for some time. I begged him to fuck me, let me feel his wonderful young cock enter me; but he ignored my pleas and continued to drive me from one climax to the next.

I couldn’t reach his cock, despite trying very hard. I think he didn’t want me to touch him yet, so I gave in to his superb lovemaking and let him do as he wanted to me. I just surrendered completely, became his sex slave, his plaything, his willing and wanton older woman. He had somehow turned me so that my feet were over his shoulders and my bum still on the sofa. But I was facing him now, in just the right position for him to take me. Still he made me wait. I begged and threatened him, but still he took his time just doing what he was so bloody good at.

At last he moved closer to me, his face reaching up to my tits. His mouth opened, taking one of my nipples deep into it. He sucked hard enough to make me cry out in passion. I love my nipples being sucked hard. How did he know just what turned me on? He changed to the other nipple and did the same to that, making it stand out even bigger and more inflamed and sensitive. I was so ready for his cock, but still he wasn’t in a hurry he seemed to be enjoying making me cum so much. Perhaps the actual sex would be an anticlimax.

I so wanted to suck his young cock again. From the little I had seen of it, it looked gorgeous, so suckable, so sexy and clean. It was like only a very young man’s cock can be. It looked even more cute and sweet, but I still couldn’t even reach it. My hands held his body close to mine; my words begged him to fuck me. I pleaded with him to stick his lovely cock deep into my cunt. I did everything I knew to make him want me, but he ignored all my cries of wanton sex and continued to tease me to more peaks. My tummy ached from the perpetual climaxes he had given me, the muscles in my abdomen straining for more but wanting the feel of his cock.

He straightened up so he was kneeling, but upright. His cock was only inches from my wet and very willing pussy. Oh god! I wanted it so much.

He smiled and said “Are you ready for this?”

As his young cock touched my pussy, its soft hardness made me shudder in anticipation. He leaned forward pushing the first few inches into me. Oh! That wonderful feeling of a nice cock entering my body, made so much better because it was a new one and a very young and fresh one. This all added to the feelings of pure lust.

He pushed forward. Oh my god! It didn’t look that big, but it was going places I hadn’t had a cock before. It was reaching parts that other cocks had never reached, touching something so deep inside me that I climaxed instantly.

He smiled and said “You really like this don’t you?”

I just nodded my head, I couldn’t speak. That climax he had started was showing no signs of subsiding, as he plunged even deeper into me.

He drove that fantastic young thing into me for a good half an hour. All the time, I was in a constant state of orgasmic bliss. But even Superman, as I thought of him, had his limitations and he groaned as he filled me with his cum. He spurted so deep inside me that it caused another peak in this prolonged climax.

He smiled at me and said, “Sorry I couldn’t hold back any longer. You are so sexy I lost control.”

Even that was a compliment. Where did this Adonis come from? Was he an alien? Had he beamed down to teach us earthlings how to make love with style? How could someone so young be so accomplished? As he drew his cock out, I knew it was my turn to be the tormenter, my body rolling forward, taking his cum covered cock in my mouth as soon as it was free of my pussy.

The cum was still dripping out of me as I knelt between his legs and sucked his wonderful young cock, licking and sucking every part of it till it was completely clean and very hard again. As I sucked his cock, his hands caressed my head, his finger running through my hair. Not pressing down like my husband would have done, he was encouraging me without exerting any pressure on me at all.

I don’t know what made me do it, but I think I wanted to show him I wasn’t as old as I might seem, to a lad of his age. He was lying on his back while I knelt between his outspread legs.

I stood up and moved forwards until I was standing over him, then I sat down gently on his cock, riding him while facing him. I had a moment of doubt as I realised my titties would bounce when I reached the fast strokes, but that would have to be. I wanted to fuck him and fuck him really hard; show him that despite being twice his age and then some, I could still do it. And he seemed to like my slightly worn body. He didn’t mind that I bore the signs of child bearing and I wasn’t a trim teenager any more. I knew he could get any girl he wanted, with his looks, so he must have wanted to be there with me now, fucking me in my own lounge.

I started slowly, my knees tucked tight by his sides as I rode him. It was like riding a horse, in more ways than one, both in the action of my body and the size of his young cock. I made my pussy grip as tight as I could on each down stroke -making it as tight as possible. I wanted to be like a girl, not a mother. I wanted him to feel the tightness of my cunt as I gripped his big hard cock with all my might.

He groaned and said, “God you feel good you’re tighter than most girls I have fucked”

Just how many girls have you made love to? I asked, rather cheekily.

He smiled and said, “A gentleman never tells”

By now I was getting quite excited again and rode him fast and furiously, driving myself down onto his lovely young cock with all my strength. My titties, as I had expected, bounced up and down in time with my energetic fucking. He didn’t seem to mind, though. I came so hard I had to stop. He simply lifted me up to the tip of his cock and fucked me from underneath, his bum ramming his cock up me like a piston in a car engine, but not in a broken down MGB.

“Chrissie, Chrissie,” he cried, as he drove me to one climax after another.

I lost consciousness for a moment, the passion was so great. He didn’t stop, or even slow down. He kept me at the peak of orgasm for the whole time, driving me higher than I had been for a very long time. It had been ages since I passed out with the excitement of sex, and it was so good to feel that totally overwhelming feeling of complete surrender to a man.

I have no idea how long he kept me in that state of pure orgasmic pleasure, but it seemed forever to me at the time. Finally, like all the very best things, he gave a groan and emptied himself into me for the second time that afternoon. We just clung together for a long time, both exhausted – even this super fit young man had reached his limit of endurance.

I felt so elated that I could still satisfy a fit young man, fuck him to a standstill. We eventually drew apart, our skin sticking where the sweat had dried, bonding us together. Perhaps it was some of his cum that had escaped from my pussy, but it hurt as we pulled apart.

“Would you like a shower?” I inquired.

He smiled, “Only if you come with me.”

I took his hand and led him upstairs, through the master bedroom and into the en suite. It’s much nicer that the downstairs shower and all sexy with pink curtains, and my special perfumed shower cream.

I had designs on his young body that involved my hands and his perfect young cock. I turned the water on and stepped in. He joined me, taking me in his arms and kissing me again. God! Did he want more? If so, I wouldn’t complain – not in the slightest. In fact I couldn’t get enough of this young god of sex.

But first I wanted to worship that wonderful thing hung between his legs. It deserved the most reverent attention I cold possible give it. Soaping my hands, I carefully wrapped them around his cock. It was semi erect; not hard but certainly not limp. I massaged the creamy soap round the head and along the shaft, taking care to clean it and make him feel good. My other hand soaped his big balls, hanging loose in their sac. Then my finger strayed between his legs, finding that little puckered up hole he had.

At first he seemed to not want my attention, but he soon relaxed and moved his legs wider apart to give me better access to his brown ring. The suds made it easy for me to insert first one finger and then a second one. He was panting with lust; this was really turning him on. He groaned and pushed his bum against my hand, wanting more. I made a little fucking action with my fingers like a tiny cock fucking his ass.

He responded, crying out, “Oh god! That’s so good!”

His hands were all over me, every bit of flesh was being massaged by his hands and that very expensive shower cream my husband had given me for our wedding anniversary. The smell of it, mixed with the pure lust of our touching was a very heady mix. So heady, in fact, I was ready for more.

From the look of his very erect cock, so was he. I wanted to stay in the shower all afternoon enjoying his caressing and his gentle touch, but he had other ideas. Even this super stud had his limits. He wanted me badly and made it quite obvious by picking me up, still dripping water onto the carpet, and carried me to my bed.

Laying me down, his hands went straight to my titties, fondling and gently squeezing my nipples. It was as if he had read the manual on ‘making love to Chrissie’. He knew just how to touch me, and where to make me purr with pleasure; how to make me want him more, with every touch of his soft young hands.

I had this flash of shame and regret as he worked me towards another peak, in this afternoon’s festival of sex. This was, after all, my marriage bed and we were soaking wet from the shower; but his incessant hands soon made me forget that I was a wife and mother. For these few hours I was his little bit on the side, his wanton whore, his M.I.L.F. and that described my feeling exactly: a mum who wanted to be fucked.

His fingers were making me squirm around as he brought me to my next orgasm. His finger was delving deep inside me, touching that special place that would make me cum so quickly but so hard. Why on earth don’t they teach girls in the sex education classes at school where that spot is? And how to find it. Come to think about it perhaps they should teach boys as well. It would make for a lot happier girls out there, wouldn’t it?

My head was reeling as he sent me so high with his sexy fingers. I just about fainted with the passion and pleasure of this wonderful long climax. Oh god! How could one so young be so bloody good?

I had often thought that, if I ever had the chance to make love with a man a lot younger than me, it would be me teaching him the things to do. This was as if the roles were reversed and I was a young girl and he was an experienced older man teaching me.

My young mechanic’s knowledge of female desire was unparalleled in one so immature. He couldn’t have been more that nineteen, perhaps twenty, and here he was teaching a married mum of two how to make love. I always assumed my husband was good, but he paled when compared to this young devil.

At long last he tired of making me cum and spread my legs wide to accommodate his body. As he slipped between them, his hard young cock touched my inflamed pussy. Oh god! He was going to fuck me again! Could I take this perpetual onslaught of sex from this young Adonis? He was so full of energy that it shocked me to realise I was slowing down compared to this devil between my legs. I actually felt my age, something I had never even given a thought to. It had taken a young man and his never flagging cock to show me I wasn’t a teenager any more. That aside, I was still going to enjoy this even if it knackered me for the rest of the week.

His entered me in one long slow thrust, going from the tip of his cock right to his testicles in a single movement.

“Chrissie,” he murmured, as he drove his weapon deep into me, making me cry out in ecstasy.

His cock seemed to take over my body. All thought of age and tiredness left me. His youth invigorated me, bringing back my love for abandoned and unashamed sex.

There is nothing better in the whole wide world than giving oneself over to the passion of sex. Letting one’s body dictate the pace, forgetting about age and energy levels. Let tomorrow take care of that, just give in to the lust of the moment. Allow your lover to take you where he wanted you to go, and most of all enjoy it.

That first long strong stroke was unforgettable. It stayed with me throughout the whole session, even though he made me cum so many times. His wonderful young cock delved so deep and so expertly into my body. I still shudder when I think of it now several years later. It was one of those moments that you never forget.

His lovemaking, no, his sex was so adventurous. He turned me one way then another, every different position giving me new thrills, new places for his cock to explore. First on my back, then my legs over his shoulders, then turned on my side; him kneeling one of my legs, trapped between his as he pounded my pussy. One moment I was on top, then again on my back. We thrashed around my bed for hours. He came more that once, but it didn’t stop him. He was inexhaustible, but at long last he grunted and filled me once again with his hot sticky stuff.

We lay side my side on my bed, neither of us able to do anything. My fears of being too old were, to some extent, allayed. He was just as knackered as I was, despite him being less than half my age. But, like all good things, it came to an end.

He was the first to speak. “I’d better get back to work. My boss will wonder where I am.”

I smiled but said nothing. What was there to say? We had both gone into this knowing I was a married woman and he was just a young stud trying to prove his virility. By god, he’d done that and then some.

“Would you like another a shower before you go?” I asked. He replied, “I don’t think that’s such a good idea, do you?” grinning from ear to ear, making me shudder with the thought of what happened last time we got into the shower together.

He did accept my offer of coffee and we sat at my breakfast bar.

I thought to myself, “This is where it all started. Only a few hours ago he was nothing more than a sexy young man who had come to my rescue; but now he had conquered me totally become my lover, my nemesis. How could a man so young, so inexperienced show a married woman how to make love in such a fulfilling and complete way?”

It should have been the other way around. I had so much more experience than him, but it counted for nothing. He was the best lover I have ever known, and I intended to repeat this afternoon as soon as possible.

How do you ask a man young enough to be your own son that you want him to come back for more? I couldn’t let him go without making arrangements to meet again. I struggled with the words, trying to find the right way to ask him to visit me again. I made several false starts on begging him for more, but just couldn’t make myself ask him outright to fuck me again some time soon.

Thank goodness for his brash youth, because as he finished his coffee and stood up to leave he looked at me and said, “That was good. Can we do it again please?”

“What, now?” I replied

“No I’ve got to get back to work, but sometime soon. I think you are just about the sexiest thing I have ever taken to bed.”

With that devilish twinkle in his eyes, he winked at me and said, “Can I give you a call?”

Without answering him, I took one of my calling cards out of my handbag and gave it to him. It had my phone number on it and the next step would have to be his. I was too scared to trust myself with making arrangements. He got into his little van and drove away.

I sat for ages just thinking about what I had done, or, to more precise, what I had allowed him to do to me. When I thought about it, he had taken the lead. I just got swept along in the whirlpool of his sexual desire, and enjoyed every moment of it. But that’s my role in life; I am a follower not a leader, almost to the point of being submissive. That, however, had not been the issue here. I wanted him to call me soon.

As the hours turned into days and the days into weeks, I got more and more depressed, thinking he was just being kind to an older woman after he had enjoyed a romp with her. I thought he wasn’t interested in doing it again. The times I picked up the phone to call his garage, but never daring to actually ring him. It was almost a month ago now. I had almost given up hope of ever tasting his special brand of lovemaking again, thinking, well, at least I know what it’s like to be taken to those special places by a young man, who seemed to know no bounds to the things he did to a woman. A young man who’s energy was unbounded, whose cock seemed to never flag.

I had just gotten out of the shower, getting ready to go out for the afternoon, when the phone rang. Nothing special about that, I suppose. I had ten or more calls every day from friends and family; but something inside me tightened up. I just knew it was him. My heart was beating like a sledge hammer in my chest as I picked up the phone. I could hardly breathe. It had to be him.

“Good afternoon,” I said quietly into the handset, my voice so husky that if it had been anyone else, they might have been concerned.

“Good afternoon to you too,” he replied, “are you free this afternoon? We could make it a very good afternoon if you’re free.”

“I’m free.”

I lied. My appointment could be put off for this opportunity, that’s for sure.

“Right,” he said, “meet me at the picnic place on the road to T………. in about half an hour”

“Okay,” I muttered completely flustered.

Why did he want to meet in a picnic place when I had a very comfortable bed and all the privacy we could wish for? I decided I was going. Whatever he wanted, it was fine by me, so long as I got some more of that wonderful sex only he had ever given me.

I dressed carefully in casual but pretty clothes, including stockings and suspenders, remembering his reaction to them last time; a short skirt that had a kilt-like fastening and a button through blouse; my very best sexy undies and a little dab of my favourite perfume.

I had shaved my bits only that morning, because he had commented on ‘how sexy I looked without any hair on my cunt,’ his actual words. I got into my car shaking with anticipation and a little fear. What on earth was I thinking about meeting this young devil in a public place? I was dressed to impress, and so randy that I was already leaking in my thong. I pulled into the car park with a few minutes to spare. I’m quite well known for being late, but today I was certainly on time …. And on heat! My tummy was contracting with the thoughts of what he had done to me on our first encounter. Could this be as good, or maybe even better?

I looked around for his van, but it wasn’t there. Several cars were parked around the edge of the picnic area, but no van. Where was he? I parked in an open area as far from the other cars as possible; one of them might know me, and I didn’t want anyone seeing me meeting a young man in this notorious dogging car park.

I slid down in my seat, trying to hide as best I could in the car. I waited for about ten minutes before I spotted my young mechanic walking from a car stationed the other end of the car park. He was so handsome, and so athletic-looking. Could he really be coming to see me?

Those tight jeans hugging the outline of his manhood showed off his oversized bulge. His tight tee shirt, stretched across the muscles of his chest, his swagger – a little cocky like most teenagers. He was so sure of himself and I was so frightened and unsure of myself.

He reached my car and came up to the passenger side, reaching out for the door handle. I had forgotten I had locked it. The look on his face when it didn’t open to his touch was priceless, but I pressed the button to unlock the car immediately. He sat beside me, and touched my leg. He had such perfect confidence, he was as sure of himself as I was afraid of what he had in store for me. His smile of greeting spread across his face. He knew I was going to do whatever he wanted me to; he knew I wanted more of his wonderful lovemaking.

I think he had gauged his call just right, long enough for me to be gagging for him, but not so long I might forget the thrills he had given me. He was a master of women and, god, he knew it.

He smiled at me and said, “Shall we take a walk in the woods, Chrissie?”

At that moment I knew he intended to make love to me outside, in the open, in public. It scared the hell out of me, but it wouldn’t stop me, that’s for sure. I locked the car. He took my hand, leading me across the car park to his little sports car. He stopped and took a blanket out of the boot, then continued walking along this track, well worn by many feet.

We walked for about half a mile before he stopped and said, “This looks a nice spot for it, doesn’t it Chrissie?”

I didn’t reply. I didn’t dare.

He spread the blanket on the grass, only a few feet off the track in a tiny little glade surrounded by trees and bushes. It was more private than I feared it might be. I had envisaged him having his wicked way with me in full view of anyone who came along, and only a few miles from my home, where most people knew me – and him come to that.

He sat down and patted the blanket beside him saying, “Come and sit down here Chrissie.”

I obediently sat.

He put one arm around me, and the other hand fondled my titties, stroking them through my clothes. He murmured in my ear, “Are you as horny as you look?”

Again, I didn’t say a word.

He touched my stocking clad leg and smiled at the flinch of response as he let his hand slide up my thigh, reaching the top of my stocking. He smiled again and said, “You put those on especially for me, didn’t you Chrissie?”

“Yes” I replied, in a timid voice.

God, was I scared! If I had known he intended to do this in public, I might not have turned up. But, then again, if it was only half as good as last time any risk would be well worth it. His hands strayed to my pussy. No hurry, just as if we were in private in my bedroom or some other safe place, not out in the open woods where anyone could come along and find us.

He smiled at the wetness on my thong. Then he unbuttoned my top, letting my bare body, covered in only the tiniest of bras, feel the cooling breeze. It sent more shivers down my spine. He was working me up in a slow, but very sure, way, taking his time. Was it for me? Or did he like to tease until I begged for it? Whatever his intentions, it was as near to heaven as a girl can get.

He slowly undressed me, all except my stockings and suspender belt. Each piece of clothing felt like one of the seven veils. It was so tantalising and sexy as he undressed me; my bra after he had removed my top, then my skirt, followed later by my thong. Each garment was followed by more touching and kissing every inch of my body.

I was so glad I had used that special perfume for him to smell, combined with the musky scent of a woman on heat. I could sense his timing as he kissed and fondled each part he exposed. He spent quite some time on every new bit of flesh he uncovered, kissing, sucking and touching. His fingers explored my skin as if he was feeling the finest silk. It made me feel so special, so sexy, so desirable. God, he knew how to turn a girl on.

Neither of us spoke a single word all the time he was undressing me, just touching, feeling each others presence was enough. No words were needed. We both knew why we were here and what we intended to do.

At last he inserted a finger into me. He pushed it slowly in taking all the time in the world to get it right, his finger bent to just the right angle to touch that special spot – the one that makes me oh! so sexy. He knew just where it was and how to find it, because within seconds I was climaxing, trying to keep quiet, not wanting to attract attention of any passers by. But how do you cum quietly? I have never had to keep quiet and didn’t know how. My scream might have been heard for miles around; someone might even believe he was murdering me. He was killing me, but not in any violent way.

He was also driving me insane with his perfect touch. His finger held its position despite my writhing around on the blanket. He never lost the spot once, just held the constant pressure that makes me cum continuously, non-stop climax.

His face had that confident grin of a conqueror: an ‘I have you just where I want you’ look, and he did. I couldn’t leave, even if I wanted to. He had me in a grip of sexual ecstasy that was stronger that any handcuffs, or restraints. He held me in his charm with just one finger. How hopeless was I? He could do anything to me and I wouldn’t even try to resist. As he withdrew his finger, it was as if he had stopped my world from turning. Or was it just my head from spinning? It left me feeling bereft of his touch. I wanted his finger to stay there for ever, or at least until I could take no more.

He stood up, discarding his jeans as casually as he would have done indoors. He just undid the belt and let them slide down his firm young legs. His boxers were tented by his erect cock. I sat up, reaching for his pants. I intended to pull them down and suck that beautiful cock until he came in my mouth, but his fingers beat me to it, sliding them down his thighs, letting it spring up into my face. I grabbed it and took it in my mouth sucking and licking the exposed knob, my tongue working round and round until he was groaning almost as much as I had been just a few moments ago.

I gave it everything I had, taking as much as I could down my throat, but keeping eye contact with him the whole time, wanting him to see I was loving it as much as I hoped he was. He closed his eyes, and that look of pure contentment passed across his face. I knew exactly what this meant, and prepared myself for the mouthful that was imminent.

He grabbed the back of my head, his fingers entwining in my hair, holding me close to him. Not hard, but enough to tell me he wanted me to take it all. He let out a loud groan as he erupted deep into my mouth; down my throat in fact. His cock was so far past my larynx, I didn’t really need to swallow, even though I gagged a little on the amount of his hot spunk. He held me for some time after he had finished coming, but again in a kind, almost loving way.

As he entangled his fingers from my hair, I fell back on the blanket exhausted from the lack of air. My mouth so full and my nose buried in his groin I couldn’t really breathe.

I lay there naked except for those stockings and suspenders, my legs wide open inviting him to do whatever he wanted to do. He smiled and spoke for the first time since we started.

“That was great Chrissie”, was all he said. It was more than enough for me, but what had he in store for an encore?

His cock was still as stiff as a rod of iron, so he could do what I wanted most of all. I needed to feel that wonderful young cock penetrating me again. It was all I had thought about since that first time almost a month ago. He knelt between my thighs and lowered himself down until he was laying on top of me, his cock perilously close to its goal. It only needed a little push from his hips and it would be where I wanted it.

He kissed me full on my lips, his tongue exploring the depths of my mouth. My tongue responded to his, doing a little dance of lust in each others mouths. Then I felt him move. Not much, but enough to make his cock open my cunt lips, as he continued to kiss me so passionately.

He pressed a little harder entering me, but only a few inches. I wanted it all, but his weight held me from moving to take it from him. It didn’t stop me from trying. I strained my body upwards to meet him, struggling to get more of his cock inside me.

He smiled down at me as he lifted himself up, his hands at either side of my head, and said, “You really want this don’t you?”

I replied, “Yes, please don’t make me wait any longer. Please, please fuck me now.”

His body tensed as he rammed it home. All of his big hard wonderful young cock plunged the depths of my body. I screamed in ecstasy, and some little pain as it rammed fully in. His balls were now slapping against my bum as he powered his cock into me. He didn’t wait for me to get used to its size inside me, he fucked me so hard and so strong I almost fainted. He moved his hands under my ass, pulling me up to meet his thrusts, giving me that tiny bit more. It was enough to tip me over the edge once again.

What happened after that became blurred. I passed out for a few seconds; the orgasm was so big, so violent. I seemed to drift in and out of consciousness for the rest of his fucking me, because the next thing I was certain of was him lying on top of me, panting like a dog, his breath coming in short bursts. I felt a little burst of satisfaction. He had exhausted himself fucking me, but I was still there, and wanting more. Perhaps I wasn’t as old as I felt last time.

He rolled off me. We laid side by side on his blanket, both luxuriating in that post orgasmic bliss, neither of us realising we had been watched, until a small round of applause brought us back to where we were.

I dare not look but my lover said, “OK so you’ve had your show now clear off.” Well, that’s the polite version. He sounded a lot older than his tender age, as he commanded whoever it was perving us to go away.

I listened as the man replied, “If you don’t want an audience don’t fuck in the open, young man, and don’t let her make so much noise. I heard her screaming hundreds of yards away.”

He walked away, not very gracefully, but he went just the same.

I was so embarrassed, so ashamed of myself for allowing this randy young man strip me and fuck me in the woods, knowing we could be seen. Knowing how much noise I make when I climax, it was inevitable we would be seen. What on earth was I thinking about? What if he recognised me?

Looking both ways, to make sure the path was empty, I stood up, intending to get dressed. But as I bent down to pick up my bra, his hands clasped either side of my hips from behind. His cock followed seconds later. No teasing this time, he was taking me for himself. This was his moment, his payment for all the wonderful thrills he had given me.

Despite the fear of being watched again, I couldn’t help respond to his urgent fucking, pushing back to meet his every stroke. The climax built up inside me in seconds, as he rammed his hard cock deep into me. He rammed into me even deeper than before, because of the position I was in. My pussy was so exposed between my thighs, giving him all the access he could ever want to fuck me hard and deep. Oh my god! I was coming again, my legs felt like rubber.

I staggered, but he held me up in his strong arms and continued to fuck me just as hard and strong. He drove me to my orgasm, higher and higher. I felt my senses swirling, but I tried hard to not lose it. I managed to hold on long enough for him to shoot his hot young seed deep into me once again.

Oh! the feeling of such a virile young man fucking me was so intoxicating, so fantastic, so addictive. I knew right then he could have me, any time he crooked his little finger. I had become a slave to his wonderful young cock.

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