Hunky Joe was carrying the big boxes from the community center to a van parked at the curb. I soon realized the heat flushing my cheeks had nothing to do with the temperature of the room.

“Is that all?” Joe finally asked.

Coming back to my senses, I said, “There are two more boxes in the basement. They have big pink sticky notes on them that read ‘shelter.’”

He gave me an efficient nod, swiped his brow with the back of his hand — which conveniently flexed his bicep — and then headed toward the basement door.

We’d recently had a massive amount of donations for our annual drive benefiting the local women’s shelter. Having a strapping young man to help haul the boxes around was a blessing.

“A blessing,” I muttered softly.

Joe’s mother had worked at the center years ago. He was a nice kid then and a well-mannered man now. In his mid-20s, he stood six-foot-three and was well-muscled.

With his buff bod, dark hair and smoldering eyes, Joe was the stuff of my masturbatory dreams. Almost every time I let my horny mind dwell on him — and let my fingers fiddle with my clit — I came like crazy.

I heard him shuffling around in the basement, and then he called out my name.

No one else was around. My fellow volunteer Tina had called earlier to say she’d woken up to a flat tire that morning and would be running fairly late. I’d told her not to worry and to take her time.

I locked the front door and hurried downstairs. I assumed Joe couldn’t find the boxes in question.

“They’re right there by the hot water heater,” I said as I was halfway down the flight of steps.

He was leaning against a brick pillar and staring at me, bathed in a shaft of sunlight which shone through the basement’s small, open windows.

I approached him. But I could see the boxes — with their sticky notes — from where I stood. They were exactly where I’d left them.

“Is there anything you’d like to tell me?” he asked.

I was very confused, but being in such close proximity to Joe was ratcheting up my pulse rate. My heart did a little kick, and my cunt grew wet.

“I’m…confused,” I confessed.

He reached out and dragged a finger down my clothed torso. The muscles in my belly galloped.

“Am I reading your signals wrong, ma’am?” he asked politely.

His mother had raised him to call women older than him ma’am, but something about the way he said it to me sounded dirty. Downright filthy. And it made me nuts — in a sexy way.

I shook my head and found my voice, finally saying, “No.”

Joe snagged the waistband of my jeans with a single finger and tugged slightly, causing me to stumble toward him.

We were very close. There was maybe two inches between his broad chest and my heaving bosom.

At my 40-some years, I was old enough to be his mom. Quickly doing math in my head, I realized Joe was actually a year younger than my PhD-seeking son!

I tried so hard to catch my breath. My tits seemed to rise and fall in a crazy, erratic rhythm. Joe leaned in and kissed me. My toes literally curled in my shoes, and I released a feral sound that made him chuckle.

My hot young stud cupped one of my tits and stroked my nipple with his thumb. When the nubbin grew erect from his touch, he pinched it through my shirt. I moaned shamelessly.

Joe slipped his entire hand under the waistband of my baggy jeans. I wasn’t dressed the way I’d imagined in my late-night fantasies about him, but he didn’t seem to mind my casual clothes. And he also appeared really pleased to discover I wasn’t wearing underwear.

“Easy access. Cool,” he said appreciatively.

Joe’s tongue brushed over mine. I turned into pudding as we kissed, but I soon regrouped and ran my palm over his zipper. Feeling the hard mound of his cock was exciting to me.

Joe’s fingers plunged into my pussy, and he curled them within my walls. A soft sigh escaped my lips as he moved his fingers in and out, stroking my swollen, sensitive insides.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for a very long time,” he whispered.

I shivered. The feeling was mutual.

That day was the first time we’d ever been alone.

Joe broke free of me and took my wrist in his hand, tugging me along.

The center’s basement was full of all kinds of stuff: fundraising sale leftovers, holiday decorations, props from plays, mismatched furniture.

Joe took me to an ugly armchair. He snatched a clean sheet from a nearby pile of linens, shook it out and draped it over the chair. Then he pushed me back gently until my ass hit the seat. He popped open my jeans, and together we stripped them off.

My sexy stud got on his knees before me. With his gaze pinned to mine, he lowered his face between my parted thighs.

Heat infused my body — my pussy, chest and face. I had imagined such a moment so many times. I’d wondered what it would feel like, and it more than lived up to my fantasies.

Joe’s tongue took a cursory tour of my cunt lips and clit. He nipped my tender flesh with his teeth, and I gasped from the delightfully sharp sensation.

Somewhere outside a motorcycle revved its engine and neighbors argued. Just normal outside sounds as I was down in the basement getting eaten out by a ripped but gentle 20-something.

I chuckled, and he pulled back, giving me a quizzical look.

“Sorry,” I said with a shrug. “My mind is spinning.”

My answer seemed to satisfy him, and he went back to delivering long, lazy licks to my pussy. He continued lavishing me with strokes of his tongue, while working a thick finger into me. He really got into it, pumping his digit in and out of me as his tongue made magic on my clit.

Within minutes, I was coming. I gripped the armchair for support as my body arched and my juices soaked his fingers.

“That’s hot,” he said softly.

When Joe rose and kissed me, I was thrilled to realize his lips tasted like me.

I caught my breath and stood. With my hair mussed and an orgasmic blush no doubt coloring my cheeks, I could only imagine what I looked like.

Wild? Confused? Stunned?

It was my turn. I pushed him backward, using both of my hands, which seemed so small on his broad chest. I nudged him toward the brick wall. My fingers found the button and zipper on his jeans and worked their magic.

I sat on a nearby crate, took his huge cock in my hand and sucked on his crown like my life depended on it. I stroked his rigid shaft and heard his breathing grow ragged.

This was everything I’d ever imagined — and then some.

I did my best to work my mouth onto his shaft and swallow him whole. He groaned, thrusting forward in his excitement. He gripped my hair in his fist and tugged as he moved in time with me.

I pulled back and said, “Harder. Pull it harder.”

He stared down at me, looking mildly surprised. But he tugged my hair again, more intensely than before.

Between my legs, molten lava was flowing from my pussy.

I groaned and went back to sucking his dick. I worked his shaft furiously as he tried to keep a lid on his rampant desire.

“Stop,” he finally said, his eyes burning with intensity.

I instantly obeyed and stood before him.

He looped his arm around my waist, and he turned me swiftly. I yelped but didn’t resist. Facing away from him, I braced my arms against the wall and let him position me where he wanted. I spread my legs, keeping my stance wide. I rested my forehead against the cool bricks and shivered as he moved in close behind me.

Joe dragged his cock down the crack of my ass before nuzzling it against my pussy. Then he gripped my hips and pushed between my thighs from behind. His cockhead breached my cunt, and with an effortless thrust, his rod was suddenly inside me.

I shut my eyes and pushed back against him, locking myself in a moment I had only previously imagined.

“That’s it,” Joe hissed in my ear. “Take my cock.”

I liked hearing his dirty talk as he moved in and out of me. His fat dick brushed against my G-spot every time he drove in deep. My fingers curled against the bricks.

Joe pushed himself even closer to me, crushing my upper body to the wall. He nipped my neck with his teeth and then dragged them down to my shoulder. Shudders wracked me as he nibbled my shoulder and fucked me fast.

I thought I heard the front door being opened and gasped. I suspected Tina had finally arrived for the day.

Joe’s dark laugh drifted over my shoulder. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit the idea of possibly getting caught made me hotter.

“You hear that?” he asked, confirming my hunch about the door. “We’re gonna get caught with our pants down. Literally.”

A lightning bolt of thrilling fear shot through me. My pussy clenched around his cock in response, and Joe definitely felt it.

“You want to get caught, don’t you?” he said. “You want someone to find us fucking.”

I exhaled hard, and my cunt flexed again.

“Come for me, ma’am. Come for me. Milk my dick,” Joe demanded. “Let me feel how much you like it.”

Almost every one of his words was accented with a deep thrust. He snaked his hand around and found my clit, giving it soft strokes.

I shut my eyes, listened to the floorboards creaking above us and heard Tina call out my name.

That was the exact moment I came. My orgasm hit me so hard I saw starbursts behind my closed eyelids.

My climax was obvious, and Joe found it immensely amusing. He chuckled softly as he kept thrusting, and my wet pussy continued to spasm around him. Then his laughter died, and he followed his own desire. His arm held me tight to him, and he drove into me so hard I struggled to keep my footing.

There was more walking above us. I heard my name being called again. Next, Joe released a shuddering exhalation of air into my ear as his own orgasm took hold.

The hot wetness of his release flooded my pussy, and I sucked in a breath like a runner who had just finished a grueling race.

Joe planted a hot kiss on the back of my neck and released me.

The footsteps overhead were coming toward the basement door. I found my breath and shouted: “I’ll be up in a minute! Don’t come down. There’s a huge spider!”

I knew Tina was terrified of spiders.

“Nice,” Joe said softly. “But I’m not done with you yet, ma’am. I still have plenty of dirty plans for us.”

I was glad to hear it.