Work was crazy. I was juggling about a thousand things related to the flea market’s big event that weekend. I’d thought I had everything arranged when the muscular guys from the local coffee company rolled into my office.

Nate, Ken and Brian were all in shorts and T-shirts, despite the chilly weather. They were loud and boisterous and in good spirits.

“We need a full-size table for Sunday,” Nate said to me as the other guys checked out some fliers posted on the office’s corkboard.

Nate was the biggest, the broadest and the loudest among the boys, but he was also the funniest. My eyes slid along his muscular thighs and up to his handsome face. His hair was a sun-kissed blond at the ends and a deeper dirty blond at the roots.

Dirty blond, indeed. On more than one occasion he’d starred in my masturbatory fantasies.

“Why didn’t you tell me this last week? You know, by the posted cut-off date?” I griped. I’d just finished assigning table spaces, but being Nate’s business was a permanent vendor at the flea, I knew I would have to accommodate his belated request for a bigger spot.

“Come on. Please?” he pleaded, leaning in and batting his baby blues at me. His eyes daringly darted along my cleavage. It was suddenly getting hot in there.

“What’s in it for me?” I asked coyly, shifting to shameless flirt mode.

“What do you want?”

My thoughts were a jumble: You. Naked. On top of me, inside me. Then behind me and inside me. Then eating my pussy.

As if reading my mind, he said, “I really do like sexy older women.”

I laughed derisively before saying, “You’re just working me, Nate.”

He leaned in and whispered, “I’d like to work you. Very much.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks, and my pussy thumped in time with my heart. His desire to “work” sounded very much like “play.” I wanted this man so bad. He was 30 to my 50, but I didn’t give a shit.

Apparently, neither did he.

“This isn’t about the table, is it?” I quizzed him. “Because that would be totally inappropriate to use your wiles to get your way.”

“Nope. It’s about the fact that we’ve broached the subject of my attraction to you. I’m finally coming clean.”

“Clean? I prefer dirty,” I said, trailing a finger down my cleavage.

“I can accommodate you,” he said.

I stared at him, and he stared right back.

“Well, I think I can accommodate you, too,” I replied.

I shifted in my seat. My pussy was wet, and my brain was working overtime as it imagined what might happen next. Ken and Brian were poking at the stuff tacked to the board, and I good-naturedly barked out, “Hey, boys, hands off!”

“Yes, ma’am!” Ken said, holding his hands up like he was under arrest.

“Taskmistress,” Brian said, laughing.

“When can we discuss our… work?” I asked Nate.

I reached out and touched the tip of his pinkie. Heat seemed to flood his cheeks, and then he grinned at me.

“Flea market closes in what? Ten minutes?” he asked.

“Yeah. But there will be stragglers. It won’t be clear until about 5:30.”

“I’ll stick around, and I’ll bring you a fountain soda.”

My mouth popped open in surprise, but no sound came out.

Fountain soda was my own personal addiction. And he’d noticed. He’d probably noticed me eyeing him, too. All of my fantasies suddenly seemed feasible.

“I’ll be here,” I said.

Off they went, with Ken and Brian oblivious to what had just transpired and continuing to bark with laughter as they ribbed one another about nonsense.

I sat there staring at my computerized floor plan. I managed to move the coffee company to a large table instead of their usual cramped stand and gave the vendor I’d booted a better table in an ideal spot to make up for the last-minute switch.

Then I did a closing-time walkthrough of the market, which included locking the entrances, before making my way to the coffee stand.

Nate had stuck around as he’d promised. He was poking through a box of bagged beans, pretending to be busy. When I approached him, he pushed me back onto a long empty table and covered my body with his. We were both fully clothed, but that didn’t make the moment any less hot.

“I’ve been waiting,” he said.

He did get me that fountain soda, but it sat forgotten on another empty table.

“I’ve thought about this a lot,” I said, brazenly pushing my hips up to grind myself against his hard body. His cock was there, rigid and long beneath his jeans, a veritable monster.

“Me, too,” he said huskily.

“Show me,” I said. I pushed my hand between us and stroked his dick through his clothes.

He stood, toed off his boots and then dropped his jeans. In minutes, he was gloriously naked and hard with me in a tiny nook of the flea market.

The booth we were in had been a specialty shop. The previous tenant had left a month earlier. It was still somewhat enclosed and private. But the thought of fucking out in the market proper was enticing. Fortunately, the business was a low-tech gig. No indoor security cameras, only outside ones.

Nate took his time undressing me, and that was a treat. He lifted my top over my head and unclasped my bra before pulling it free. Then he settled his hot wet mouth on my nipple. As he drew on it, he pinched the other nipple with his fingers. The soft sensation of his mouth mingled with the harshness of his fingers. The feelings swirled and settled in my pussy.

I wanted his cock in me so bad; it was all I could think about.

Nate popped the button on my jeans and tugged down my zipper. His hand slid into my panties and cupped my mound. He just held it there as he kissed me, nipping at my lower lip. That small spark of pain was arousing. When he pushed his fingers inside me and curled them against my inner walls, I sighed so loud and so long it made us both chuckle.

His thumb rubbed my clit, and his fingers fucked me. He watched my face through the whole thing, seemingly taking his time to drive me mad.

To my surprise, his fingers driving into my wet depths and his thumb pressing against my clit was the perfect recipe for a sudden and strong orgasm. When it ultimately hit me, he looked inordinately pleased with himself.

“Put your cock in me,” I demanded.

He tsked at me like I was a naughty girl.

“Not yet. I need to see what happened down there. How you’re so drenched.”

I shivered as he stripped me completely and moved over me. He parted my legs, and his seeking hands were hot against my skin. He was young and strong and moved with a decisive athleticism, which was a turn-on.

Nate slid my ass to the edge of the table and squatted before me. My legs were draped over his muscular shoulders. He parted my pussy lips with a surprisingly gentle touch and then licked me. That single slow lick shot through my body like a burst of heat. I wriggled, eager for more. And he gave me more. His tongue roamed around my folds, but he deliberately avoided the place I wanted him most: my clit.

That button thrummed impatiently, and my heart pounded. I gripped the edge of the table with both hands, worrying my fingers against the hard plastic.

Nate jammed his thick fingers inside me again. Three this time. My pussy took them easily, my body readily accommodating his thrusting digits.

His tongue slid over my clit, and it was like being slammed with electricity. I could hear his fingers working me, the noisy wet slide of his penetration. Pulling his fingers free, he nudged my slit with his rigid tongue, then pushed it inside me.

I squirmed desperately. I wanted him to fuck me, but I also wanted to come again.

Returning to my clit, he teased me with gentle laps and then slow drags of his tongue. My hand settled in his hair, pushing his face toward me and pressing his mouth firmly against my pussy. I arched up shamelessly. And when he went at me in earnest — his mouth a wonderland of licks and swirls and suckles — I came. My cries sounded out in the big open space, and my hands buried in his thick hair as I continued to ride out the luscious spasms of my climax.

I caught my breath, and then looked down at him.

“Now, do you fuck me?”

“No, now you suck my cock,” he countered.

“I can do that.”

Oh boy, could I.

An idea struck me, so I sat up and hopped off the table.

“Come on,” I said. I tugged him along with me, both of us bare-ass naked.

Since I had personally locked up the building and we had no janitorial service, I knew we were all alone. So I walked him to the dead center of the floor and got down on my knees. All around us were tables — some utterly bare, some covered for the night, some brimming with junk, others neatly arranged.

We were in the heart of the flea market, and I was about to have my fantasy fulfilled with my hunky dream lover. It couldn’t get any better than that.

I reached for Nate, and he stepped closer to me with his cock hard and ready. I took his shaft in hand and licked him. Just the tip at first. Then I sucked on it, drawing on him eagerly. I slid my tongue down one side of his shaft, and then back up the other. I cupped his balls in my hand and gave him a friendly squeeze before plunging my pursed lips down his dick until they brushed his pubic hair.

I pulled my mouth free of his cock and stroked him with my hand, while also lapping at his crown until his eyes closed and his head tilted back. After a moment, he put his hand on the back of my head and encouraged me to swallow him once more.

I obliged. I slid my lips down his shaft, swirling my tongue against his hard length. I scooted forward just a little and took him deeper, so deep that I nearly gagged.

He sighed, clearly enjoying my efforts.

I did my best to take him entirely with every gulping stroke. I let my hands roam his muscular thighs and taut ass. I marveled at his youthful physique. He was a perfect male specimen, to be sure.

Scraping my fingernails lightly over Nate’s skin, I teased his balls and made him gasp. I pulled back, and he stroked my lower lip with his thumb before pushing it past my lips and over my tongue. That somehow made me even more horny.

I sucked on his thumb, and he sighed, “You have an amazing mouth.”

I continued to stroke his cock with my hand, and I sucked his thumb again, drawing on it with great exaggeration. My fingertips pushed past his balls and dragged against his taint.

He squirmed impatiently, so I took his erection into my mouth once more. I pushed my lips down his shaft as slowly as possible to draw out his anticipation.

“You’re such a magnificent tease,” Nate said. Then he thrust his hips forward, jamming his rod into my mouth. I felt my eyes water from the rapid intrusion of his cock.

Breathing in deep through my nose, I relaxed and showed him he could guide me, and he did. He bucked his hips just enough to meet my seeking mouth. When I broke his hold and gasped for air, he chuckled and helped me up.

“I guess now would be the best time to switch things up. I’m too damn close to coming,” he confessed.

I bent over, rested my palms on a nearby table, stuck my ass out and said over my shoulder, “I have an idea about what you can do with that delicious dick of yours.”

He moved quickly, put his hands on my hips and kissed the back of my neck. The monster between his legs prodded my crotch, and a wave of déjà vu hit me. I had fantasized about this so much, and there we were, finally doing it.

Nate moved me just so and then ran a hand up the inside of one thigh. He cupped my pussy, teasing my slit with his fingers and briefly pushing two digits inside me. Then his hand slid down the inside of my other leg. I shivered as goose bumps erupted along my skin.

“Fuck me, Nate,” I insisted.

He growled then, and the fine hairs on the nape of my neck tingled. He pressed the head of his cock to my cunt. It was a slow and easy entry. I was so incredibly wet. He drove into me with slippery ease. Staying still for a moment, he simply gripped my hips, lowered his head and raked his teeth along my shoulder.

My nipples turned to stone, and my pussy flexed.

Nate moved me, so I was nearly standing upright. He banded an arm around my chest and gripped my hip with his free hand. He drove up into me hard, with quick jerks of his pelvis. The hand on my hip migrated down to my mound. He held his hand there, allowing the heat of his palm to seep into my flesh. He pressed his finger against the cleft of my sex and nudged my clitoris.

Heat and excitement thrummed through me, and I moaned as he continued to fuck me. A few of his thrusts nearly lifted me up off the floor, and I cried out gleefully.

Nate’s finger slid through my slickness and then up and down over my clit. He stroked me in a maddening rhythm that left me gasping for air as I strove toward my orgasm.

Finally, he whispered hotly in my ear, “You put your hand down there, and make yourself climax. I want to feel you come around my cock before I let go. I want to know what your pleasure feels like.”

I nodded, skating my hand down my torso to find the wet, welcoming heat of my pussy. I brought my finger to my clit, and he continued his movements but at a speed that pushed me higher and faster. He was urging me closer and closer to release as he drove into me repeatedly.

“I’m going to come,” I muttered. “Oh fuck, Nate.”

My fingers trembled as I stroked myself. My orgasm first hit as a soft wave. I sighed, sagging against Nate and forcing my young, strong lover to hold my weight. My climax crested then, a beautiful explosion of pleasure and intensity.

My pussy squeezed him so tightly he gasped. I held the arm around my chest for support as more spasms rolled through me and made me shudder.

He made a pleasurable rumbling noise, and still at the mercy of my orgasm, I panted, “Don’t come. Don’t come!”

I pulled free of him, the warm looseness of pleasure still flowing freely through my system. I pushed him back, so his ass hit the table and he sat down on it.

“Lay down,” I said.

He did.

It was odd seeing this big hunk of man laid out on a table that was usually adorned with flea market treasures.

I climbed atop Nate the gorgeous and straddled his waist as I leaned down to kiss him. His hard cock nudged my ass as he asked, “What’s happening now?”

“The grand finale,” I told him. 

“And that is?”

I shook my head to tease him and put my finger to my lips like it was a secret.

Moving to straddle him lower, I swept his cock along my wet slit. I sank down on him, taking his dick inside my pussy, but only for a few quick strokes.

I pulled free, and he groaned,

“Shh,” I said, putting my finger to his lips. He nipped at it, and I shrieked with laughter.

Then I got back down to business, delivering a slow row of kisses along his skin from his clavicle to his belly. The muscles beneath his skin rippled and danced with the stimulation.

I took my time, kissing his body and pointedly avoiding the rock-hard erection bobbing before my face. I kissed along one side of it, then the other. Kissed right below it, and then I lapped at his balls.

He groaned like a tortured man and finally begged, “Please!”

I put him out of his misery, driving my mouth down onto his hard-on. I took him in as far as I could and then slowly withdrew, making sure to skate my tongue up the underside of his cock. When I got to the tip, I licked my way around it and then sucked it like a lollipop.

Good natured Nate lost his cool. He put a hand on the back of my head and held me as he thrust up eagerly. He was so close to coming it was palpable. His body shook with need, and I gave in to his lust.

When he came, it was with a salty burst of wetness against my tongue. He sucked in a breath and then sighed so hard he sounded like he was deflating.

I continued lapping at him, licking him as clean as I could.

Once I finally caught my breath, I said, “That was a long time coming.” When he cocked an eyebrow at me, I added, “No pun intended.”