A stunning, mature woman discovers she can learn a few new tricks from a young, male suitor.

I’m a woman in my early forties — we’ll leave the number vague like that — and I have always had a thing for younger men. This works out well for me, because there is something about my attitude, or possibly my aura, that draws those young studs to my side. Working out regularly has kept my figure taut. The only real signs of my age are the slim silver streaks in my ebony hair and a few interesting lines at the corners of my hazel eyes. I don’t mind the lines. They show I’m not afraid to smile.

Some might call me a “cougar,” but I consider myself more of a lion tamer. The men I choose are the animals in the ring. They come to me with their sinewy haunches and lean lines. They growl and rumble as they parade around me, but I can make each one purr like a domesticated house cat.

My line of work is perfect for my sexual predilection. I’m a sales clerk at a high-end men’s clothing store. Yes, the majority of our clients are businessmen, older and distinguished. But every so often my type of man walks through the doors, fitting my desires like a well-cut pair slacks.

Some of these customers are in search of a suit for a job interview. Occasionally, a young man will require a tuxedo to wear to a best friend’s wedding. Last night, I met Michael who wanted to buy a shirt with French cuffs to show off the cufflinks he’d bought for himself to celebrate a recent promotion. My well-trained eye roamed over his attractive physique. He looked as if he were in his mid-twenties, so I knew I had about two decades on him. But what I found infinitely intriguing was that he possessed an air of a man who is used to getting what he wanted. There was wisdom in his countenance.

Plus, he had an adorable sense of humor.

“Not much use without the proper shirt,” he said, showing me the expensive cufflinks. “Not unless I want to cut holes in all of my sleeves.”

His grin was natural and easy, spreading across his face. His eyes were dark blue like the sky right past dusk, and he had dark curly hair that looked so silky I wanted to play with his ringlets. I could imagine lying next to him in bed and running my fingers through those curls. I liked that he’d bought the cufflinks first, shirt second. He was accessory minded.

I’ve been doing my job long enough that I can often eyeball a customer and know precisely what will look good on him. I was helpful as I led him to the wall of shirts, and I selected several in his size. Michael took the shirts to the dressing room to try on.

Sheer willpower kept me from slipping into the dressing room with him and offering to suck his cock. But that didn’t stop me from fantasizing. When he emerged in the first shirt, with the front half-opened, I came to his side before the mirror and did up the remaining buttons. Being so close to him made my cheeks flush. I usually have better control of myself, but Michael was emanating a type of pure animal lust that I hadn’t felt for quite some time.

He allowed me to close his shirt, and then he waited for me to show him how to properly fasten the cufflinks.

“That looks like it would difficult to do on your own,” he said.

“You’ll get the hang of it,” I assured him.

“Maybe you can come home with me to give me another lesson,” he said.

I so often make the first move with men that his moxie surprised me. I felt heat spread through me. There I was, a woman of a certain age, feeling positively girlish around this handsome young buck.

When he paid for the shirt, I slid my personal card on top of the package. “For when you need another lesson,” I told him.

He looked me up and down and then he said, “You have pockets in those slacks?”

I nodded. I’ll admit I was caught off guard by his unusual question.

“Put your phone in your pocket. Set it on vibrate.”

“You’re wicked,” I said, but I did what he said. I wasn’t shocked to feel my phone gyrate into life moments after he’d left the store. Our connection was strong.

“I like the thought of my phone call bringing you a little pleasure,” he said as I ducked into the back room to answer.

We made a date for that night, and as soon as I got off work, I hurried to my apartment. I wanted to dress sexy, yet simply. Michael seemed elegant in his manner. Nothing trashy for him. I chose a sleek black tank dress that emphasized my slim figure. I wore the dress with a pair of black shiny patent leather heels, and I added a long lariat necklace made from a thin rope of braided leather. Scarlet lipstick, mascara, and I was done.

Michael showed up right on time. He seemed ready to take me out on the town, but I invited him inside for a glass of wine. I was delighted to see him wearing his new shirt, cufflinks in place. When I returned from opening the bottle of wine, I saw something on my table that hadn’t been there before: handcuffs.

“I need another lesson,” he said simply, “a different kind of lesson. I need to know how to make you come.”

I stared at the cuffs and then back at Michael. I didn’t know what to say.

“Are you game for letting me cuff you and eat your pussy?”

I made a little whimper of delight at the offer. I couldn’t help myself. As if I’d been struck dumb, I nodded. Fuck the wine. Fuck the small talk. Michael wanted to make me come, and I was not going to deny him that lovely request. He surprised me by grabbing my necklace and leading me down the hall as if by a leash.

In my bedroom, I climbed onto my sumptuous queen-size mattress and settled back against the satin pillows. Michael cuffed my wrists over my head. Then he very carefully reached under my dress and grabbed hold of my panties. They were as classy as the rest of my outfit — formfitting bikinis made of sheer black fabric. I closed my eyes as he pulled the panties down my thighs, past my calves, and over my high heels. Then I heard the sound of him inhaling, and I had to open my eyes and watch. Yes, he was breathing in my scent from my little black panties. I felt a fresh rush of nectar fill my pussy. Damn, this boy was hot, and he was obviously completely turned on by me.

“I love making women come,” Michael said as he settled himself between my legs. “The idea of the cuffs came to me when you so graciously put those cufflinks on for me today.”

He stopped speaking then and pulled my dress down over my pussy. I was surprised until he bent and began to kiss me through the stretchy jersey fabric. In seconds, I was beating my hips against the mattress, thrilled by the sensation. I could tell that Michael was going to take his time with me, and that helped me relax. He wasn’t going straight for the prize. He was making the most of every motion. For several dreamy moments, he circled over my pussy with the flat of his tongue. I brought my cuffed hands down and ran my fingers through his curls as he worked me, bringing that first fantasy I’d had in the store come to life.

He easily found my clit and began to work the sweet button through the fabric. While eating me, he slowly brought one hand up the side of my leg and then touched my nether lips with his fingers. I cried out, and Michael immediately stopped what he was doing.

“You’re so sensitive,” he said. “I think that’s sexy. Do you have any toys you like to use in bed when you’re by yourself?”

I turned my head away. No first-time lover had ever asked me that. But Michael really seemed to enjoy his playthings. I was getting to know him better by the second. First the phone, then the cuffs, and now this. What did I have to lose by telling him about my toy drawer? I indicated the bedside table, and Michael moved over so he could pull open the drawer. A woman who lives on her own becomes adept at being in charge of her own libido. Nestled in my drawer were assorted sex toys of every variety. I had big dildos, small butt plugs, a lipstick-shaped vibrator, even the well-respected rabbit vibe and Hitachi wand.

Michael sucked in his breath at the array before him. “You come equipped,” he teased.

“Or I’m equipped to come,” I replied saucily.

“With batteries included,” he said, hefting one of the larger vibes and switching the knob at the base. In seconds, the room was filled with a warm, friendly hum. Michael winked at me and resumed his position between my thighs. He continued to lick and suck at my pussy through my dress, but now instead of his fingers sliding beneath the hem, he taunted me with the cockhead of one of my favorite vibrators. I lost it a little bit then. I set my head back, closed my eyes, and moaned softly. Michael was bestowing upon me such intense pleasure. Only seconds passed before I was on the verge of coming. Michael pushed my dress to my waist to really focus his attention on my naked pussy. He slid the vibrator inside me and began to eat me without the hindrance of my dress barrier.

Holy fuck that felt almost unreal.

Sometimes, I find myself a little self-conscious when a man goes down on me for the first time. I’m a strong, powerful woman, and I am more than confident. But I can’t help but make noise when a lover eats me out. As Michael learned his way around my pussy, I started to make louder moans at the back of my throat. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long to find out what Michael thought about the noises. He lifted his head up to gaze along the line of my body. Damn, he was fine-looking — that strong jaw and perfect lips all shiny with my honey. He said, “I like the way you sound almost as much as I like the way you taste.”

I came on his words and then fell back in relief. From that moment on, any last inhibition I might have harbored melted away. Even after my first orgasm, Michael kept working my clit with his lips and tongue, and he never missed a trick with the sex toy. As soon as he realized I’d become used to the vibrations, he would ratchet up the motor a little higher, and the new level of intensity would send me spiraling yet again. I let him know exactly how good his attention made me feel. I cried out, wrapped my thighs around him, bucked against his magic mouth. When I came for the third or fourth time, I screamed his name loudly.

Michael removed the vibrator and pushed back from me. My body felt electrified. As he ran his fingertips along my inner thighs, I giggled and squirmed. I have to admit, I loved the way being captured for him made me feel.

I was sure he would fuck me now. He’d definitely proved he was a man who could bestow pleasure on a woman before claiming his own. I happily anticipated seeing — and feeling — his cock for the first time. Michael moved on the bed, and there I was, assuming he was about to disrobe.

“Let’s see what else we have in the drawer,” he said, completely surprising me. I turned my head to watch him paw curiously through my various erotic toy items. When he pulled out a butt plug and spun the purple plaything in his hand, I felt my cheeks go hot.

“Do you like this one?” he asked.

I nodded and made some babbling sound of “yes,” and “please” that came out like one new word.

“Lube?” he asked next.

I motioned to the shelf below the drawer.

“Roll on over for me, will you, Dani?”

He was using my nickname — and so soon. I nearly swooned as I turned over on the bed for him.

He had me up on my haunches, and he paused to stroke my asscheeks. He even kissed me right in the center of each one. My pussy was all fluttery again. I could not believe that my greedy body was ready to come another time. What had gotten into me? Multiple orgasms had happened for me in the past, but this was different. Every time Michael made me come, I felt as if I was experiencing a full-blown, total body orgasm. These weren’t little pop-pop-pops climaxes, but firework-finale type explosions of pleasure.

He spread my asscheeks and began to very carefully cream me up with the lube. I was positioned with my knees beneath me, wrists sill cuffed, balancing on my elbows. I lowered my head to the mattress and relaxed as he pushed a finger into my willing back hole. I groaned. Michael added a second digit. I whimpered with abandon. He spread me wide and slid in the plug. The toy slipped in easily. My sex juices were flowing in abundance. I could not remember ever being this wet before.

Finally, Michael stood next to the bed and undressed. I watched through sex-glazed eyes. I’d known he had a smoking-hot body from the flash he’d given me at the store. Seeing him entirely nude was like a wet dream come true. His thighs were all lean muscle, and his broad chest tapered to an enviably flat waist.

He quickly got onto the bed again, and I felt him nudge my pussy with his fat cockhead. I knew I wouldn’t be able to stand it if he took his time. “Fuck me!” I demanded. “Put your big cock inside me!”

He laughed. “You mean now? You don’t want me to make you come again before I fuck you?”

“Damn it,” I hissed. “Fuck me now you pussy-tease.”

He seemed to think this was funny. “I’ve never been called that before,” he said, but he took pity and slid the head of his cock inside me. My cunt responded by immediately tightening around his dickhead. He rewarded me by pushing a little further, giving me another inch of sheer bliss.

“I’m not kidding,” I said, and if my wrists hadn’t been cuffed, I would have grabbed hold of him and stuffed his fat dick inside my dripping wet pussy. That’s when I realized he was still playing with me, that he liked to play with me. Toying with me was what had made his cock so fucking hard. As if to prove me right, he suddenly spun the butt plug inside my ass, manipulating the base to reach new places inside me. I stopped having coherent thoughts at that point, as if my body had gone on auto-erotic pilot. He pulled the plug out a bit and then shoved it back in. He did this again and again, keeping the head of his cock nestled right against my clit the whole time. I babbled something that sounded to my ears as, “Oh, God, you fabulous creature. You’re making me feel divine,” but what might have come out as pure gibberish. No man had ever played me as well as he did.

But even Michael seemed to be reaching his limits because before I could beg again, he gave me one firm thrust and drove the full length of his cock into my swollen pussy. I cried out and spread my legs a little wider, giving him the best access possible.

He started to fuck me in a powerful rhythm, and he stroked his hands along my body as he worked me. I wished I was naked, too. I couldn’t wait for him to undress me totally. Except, I could wait. I could wait because he was about to make me come again. He grabbed one of the vibrators from the mattress, flicked the switch, and slicked the bulb of the toy in my own pussy juices. Then he pressed the sex toy hard against my clit and I gave up the ghost and came another time.

“You are insatiable,” he said, pulling the vibrator away to give me a chance to breathe.

“I’ve never felt like this before,” I said.

I imagined that he was smiling because I heard the warm tone in his voice as he said, “I haven’t either.”

Then he was pulling the plug out of my ass and adding more lube. He ran his fingers along the split between my cheeks and then impaled me again with one, two, then three. He was opening me up, preparing me for him. Like the polite young man he was, he first asked, “May I?”

I nodded, head bobbing, breath hitched. He went as slow as he had in my pussy for the first few strokes, giving me a chance to grow acquainted with the sublime sensation. But as if he were able to perfectly gauge my pleasure, he moved faster as soon as he sensed I was ready. I found that being cuffed for this part made anal sex even more divine. I don’t know why. I’d never before worn handcuffs while being butt-fucked by a younger guy.

Michael drove deep inside me over and over, and yet even now he staved off his climax in favor of my own. He reached for the vibrator once more, and he set the toy on a low speed. As he fucked my ass, he probed my pussy with the dreamy toy.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come again,” I whimpered, my voice hoarse.

When I announced that I was on the verge once more, Michael allowed himself to reach his limit. Coming together made this final orgasm the best one of the evening for me. I was lost in absolute ecstasy as the pure power of the ride washed over me. When he was finished, he pulled out, turned off the vibrator, and unfastened my cuffs.

The two of us got cleaned up together in my shower, and then found our way to my bed to share a well-deserved glass of whiskey from a bottle that was nearly as old as he was.

“I never asked what you do,” I said with a satisfied sigh as we were cuddling together beneath my sheets.

Michael gave me what I was starting to think of as his trademark smirk and he said, “I’m a designer at a sex toy company.”

When I stopped laughing, I said, “Well, if you ever need a product tester, you know where to find me!”