Travis showed up when I was back at work after a week off. I caught him looking at me again. He was buying a cake. It was the fourth he’d purchased at the bakery counter that month. He was the designated shopper for his workplace’s parties — or so he’d told me.

“Your admirer is back,” Sheri said to me, failing to contain her laughter.

“He’s not my admirer,” I whispered.

I tried to brush off her comment, but there was a light, fluttery buzz in my stomach — and it was because of Travis. Young, hunky Travis.

“Don’t give me that shit,” Sheri said. “He showed up last week when you weren’t here, and I told him you were off for the week. Not only did he not order or buy a cake, he didn’t show up again — until today. Stalker.”

“He’s not a stalker,” I argued, even though I knew she was just teasing.

“If you say so,” she replied with more laughter.

“I’ll go wait on him,” I said, shaking my head.

“You do that.”

I’d been divorced for almost a year. Both of my kids were away at college, and I had time to kill. There was nothing wrong with flirting. Travis was probably 30 to my 50, but I didn’t care.

“What can I do for you, Travis?” I asked.

He smiled, and his eyes slid along my form appreciatively. As far as I was concerned, he never passed the line into creepy. When he studied me that way I always felt like a work of art. It was never weird to me.

My big tits and erect nipples are always attention-getters, and that day was no different. I stood up straighter.

“Another birthday at work,” he explained. “I need vanilla with vanilla frosting. Kind of boring.” He shrugged. “But what are you gonna do?”

I shrugged in an exaggerated way to highlight my hefty tits. I spotted a renewed gleam in his eyes and knew my flirtatious gesture had been received.

“Everyone should get what they want on their birthday,” I said.

He paused and studied me for a moment, and somehow that simple expression shot straight to my pussy.

“Funny you should say that,” he said, sounding more bold than he ever had. “My birthday is Friday.”

I had to think about what day it was. Friday was two days away.

“Happy early birthday,” I said.

I grabbed a vanilla cake with vanilla icing — we had plenty premade — and scrabbled around for my piping bag.

That’s when Travis said, “What I would like for my birthday is for you to go out with me. Have a few drinks. Eat. See what happens.”

“That’s what you want?” I answered.

He nodded, watching me intently. His lips were lush, his eyes bright, and I found myself suddenly wanting to kiss him. And more. So much more.

“It is,” he replied.

“Well,” I said, “you know where to find me. I get off at six.”

“I’ll be here,” he promised.

Heat flushed my cheeks, my nipples spiked even harder and a shiver worked its way down my spine.

Holding the piping bag, I asked, “The name?” His look of confusion made me smile. “For the cake?”

“Oh, Holly. The name is Holly.”

I finished, and he paid and left. He’d barely stepped out the door when Sheri said, “You’re so getting laid!”

“You don’t know that,” I insisted, but just talking about the subject was making me squirm.

“Oh, I totally do.”

On Friday, I punched out, and when I stepped out of the employee lounge, Travis was waiting for me, as instructed.

He was tall and handsome with a dark beard covering his youthful face. He grinned, and the handsome sight sent a jolt of arousal right to the center of me.

I knew Sheri was right behind me, but I did my best not to turn and look at her because I knew she’d be grinning like an idiot, and I’d want to die from embarrassment.

After leaving the shop, we headed to his car. The whole electric energy of finally giving in to my attraction to this young stud was truly overwhelming.

Travis shut his door, and I turned to him before I could lose my nerve.

“My apartment is about five minutes away,” I blurted out. “Happy birthday, by the way.”

He laughed, and then softly asked, “Do you want to go to your apartment?”

I slid my hand up his thigh, letting my fingertips brush his crotch. I found my calm and my nerve and said, “I would. Very much. But it is your birthday. What do you want?”

“You. Let’s go,” he said.

It seemed my bravery was about to pay off.

Inside my front door, I dropped my bag and took his hand. I tugged him directly to my bedroom.

I told him, “Look, we can go have drinks and grab some food and whatever you want. After.” He grinned. God, he was even more handsome when he smiled. I continued, “You’ve been flirting with me for a long time. And I’m ready…Like ready, ready.”

I pulled my tee over my head, undid my bra and let my heavy breasts fall free.

His big, dark eyes studied me.

I had a moment of spontaneity as I wiggled out of my black pants and white undies and sang, “Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you.” Completely naked, I stepped closer and sang on: “Happy birthday, dear Travis.”

I took his hand and pushed it between my thighs, so he could feel how hot and wet my cunt was for him. He cupped my pussy, and I pressed my tits to his chest. His fingers curled against my mound, finding and nudging my clitoris.

Our lips met, and our kiss was hot and long and as exhilarating as I’d always hoped it would be. I walked forward, which forced him to move. When the backs of his legs hit the bed, he sat. I pushed him, and he fell back willingly. Working open his belt and undoing his pants, I continued to hum his birthday tune. I yanked off his socks and shoes. Then I tugged down his boxer briefs and pants, yanking off the whole shebang. He impatiently tugged off his shirt; I guess he wanted to help.

Straddling him, I was careful not to rest my cunt on his cock. I wanted to draw out the anticipation and make him suffer — in a good way — for just a moment or three. I wriggled, so he could feel the heat and the wetness of my crotch on his skin. Dragging my fingernails down his chest and then his belly, I watched him fight to stay in control of his emotions.

Then I encircled his cock with my hand and started to stroke him.

“Did you get what you wanted for your big day?” I asked.

All my nerves and worry had fled. Now I was horny and in control, which was a brilliant position to be in.

“So far, yes,” Travis said, watching me avidly. “But I’m hoping for more.”

I scooched down his body, letting him feel my skin on his skin. Then I slid my mouth down his long, hard cock until my lips brushed the base of him.

“Jesus,” he said.

I smiled around a mouthful of dick. I sucked his cock in earnest, licking and caressing him until he was literally quivering atop my bedcovers.

I cupped his balls, gave them a lick, and then teased him as long as I could. When I couldn’t stand waiting a minute longer, I sat up fully, moved up his body and sank down onto his eager member.

Travis reached for my tits. I let him squeeze them a few times and pinch the nipples, then I grabbed his hands and pinned them against the mattress. Working my hips, I leaned down low, pressing my chest to his chest. He kissed me desperately as I ground my crotch against his.

He bucked beneath me, trying to gain some kind of control. That was fine. The swift uplifts of his hips jammed his cock deep inside me.

“That’s good,” I sighed. “It’s good when you do that.”

He groaned and replied, “I had no idea you’d be so…”

I kissed him again, licking his lower lip before giving it a sharp nip.

“Fierce,” he gasped.

I repeatedly rotated my hips, getting him everywhere I needed him. My internal muscles quivered around him, and he made another breathless sound.

“I feel fierce. I feel hot and sexy and horny as fuck,” I said, picking up my pace.

He met me thrust for thrust as I charged closer to climaxing.

“Don’t come just yet, birthday boy,” I ordered.

My breast bounced as I moved, and I leaned forward, brushing one nipple against his lips. He sucked on the pink nub of flesh, then nipped it. That bite sent a warm sensation straight to my pussy. I clenched around him intentionally, eliciting another moan.

“Do it again,” I said. I moved to brush my right breast against his lips. He did the same — once more licking me, sucking me and biting me.

I clenched around him again.

“Fuck, fuck,” he chanted softly.

“Yes,” I said. “We are. Finally!”

His hips bucked up, jamming him fully inside me. My young hunk dragged his hard cock along my tender insides, nudging my G-spot perfectly.

In seconds, I came. The shock of my climax rocked me. I clenched his wrists hard enough to make him hiss hotly, then I let go, sitting up straighter as I snapped my hips to get every moment of bliss from my orgasm.

I moved off his lap quickly, feeling the sudden absence of his hard rod. I licked a hot line down his belly, nibbling his body as he shifted and jittered. I braced my forearms on his thighs to still him. I sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth, running my tongue along the ridge beneath his crown. He tasted of sweat — and me.

His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging slightly as he confessed, “I’ve been fantasizing about you for months, but nothing comes close to reality.”

I licked and sucked his rod, taking my time as I pushed my lips down his shaft. When his pelvis rose, I pushed down on him — forcing him to let me be in control. His breath rushed in and out of his throat — fast and frenzied.

Increasing my pace, I sucked on his tip, while working my fist up and down his slick shaft.

“I’m going to come,” he growled helplessly. “I’m going to come.”

He seemed to be waiting for me to back away, but I didn’t. I kept him in my mouth, jerking him off as his orgasm hit, and he flooded my mouth with warm cream. His fingers were in my hair again, chaotically petting me as I swallowed his load.

When I moved up to face him, I could tell both of us were satisfied.