Présentation de l'éditeur
This 5500-word novella contains graphic depictions of oral, vaginal and anal sex between a younger man and an older, experienced woman. Reader discretion is advised.
"As we continued to talk, the conversation turned to sex. I couldn’t resist telling him, ‘I have a feeling that when you do finally meet that special someone, you’ll be a natural between the sheets.’ His cheeks reddened in response to my teasing, and his head shook in disagreement. I was daydreaming again. Fifteen months, I thought, that's over a year. More than a year without passionate, breathtaking sex. More than a year without the feeling of a man's lips against my soft, supple skin. More than one year without my large breasts being fondled. Such a waste. Graham's crude description of his lack of sexual escapades brought me back to reality.
‘I masturbate a lot.’ he admitted with a surprising amount of candor. I looked at him curiously.
‘Well I'm sure it doesn't help when you're dad's girlfriend is about your age and as sexy as a magazine model.’ I responded, trying to find a balance between being sympathetic and brutally honest.
‘She a ditz.’ He said. ‘But the way she wears those low-top shirts give me a boner every time. She's got to have double D's.’
I gave him a bemused look. ‘Yeah they're big, but they're not double D's, These are double D's.’ I reached up and pulled my large breasts upwards, squeezing them together gently and leaning forward to emphasize the ample cleavage.
‘Not bad for an older lady.’ He said with a cheeky smile, but he was visibly stirred.
‘Older lady!?’ I retorted as I slapped him playfully against his arm. There was a momentary silence and I realized that a dangerous game had begun. I saw Graham searching for words to fill the sultry air between us.
‘Do you have a boyfriend now?’ he asked.
‘Why, are you interested?’ I responded. His face blushed, but only for a moment. ‘I like you Graham, but you're my neighbor's son and I don't think it would be a good idea...’ I stopped short of finishing the sentence and realized that I was trying to convince myself more than him. A forlorn expression came across his face but I spoke before he could. ‘One chance. I'll give you one chance, and if you impress me we can go inside.’
My backyard provided adequate privacy, but I looked around just to make sure that no one could see us. I slowly leaned in towards his ear and whispered softly.
‘Kiss me Graham, convince me to be your lover.’ As I pulled back I noticed his eyes went wide for a moment but then a serious look came over his face. He reached out his right hand and paused just before reaching my hip where he held it gently. He slowly leaned in, stopping for a moment just inches from my lips. I felt my eyes close..."