A younger man brings out the girlish qualities in this gorgeous cougar, and she can’t get enough of his youthful stamina.

I was devastated when I learned Matt was leaving; a coworker had broken the news that he was moving to another city to pursue his graduate studies. He’d worked in the mailroom of our office for more than a year, and I had grown rather fond of him. Each day I looked forward to seeing him. He was simply a nice, clean-cut hunky kid who was two months past his twenty-first birthday, and every female in the place had a crush on him. Though Matt saw plenty of gorgeous young women on every floor, he always called me the goddess of the building.

“I’m in my forties, young man,” I’d tease back. “I’m twice your age.”

“Women in their forties are the most exciting people in the world,” he’d say. “Girls my age are, well, they’re girls. Girls your age are women. They’re sexy and sophisticated. They’re comfortable with men, and they know what to do with one.” And then he’d smile at me devilishly.

“You couldn’t handle me, kid,” I’d quip.

“Yeah, but what a way to go!” His grin would hit me, and his big baby blues would make me squirm in my chair.

I’d laugh, a bit nervous; this boy could charm a snake. “One of these days, kiddo, I might take you up on that.”

“Please, God, let it be tonight!” he’d cry, waving as he pushed his cart past my desk and back out of my life until the next day, when he’d make my heart beat just a little faster for a moment.

When he breezed in Friday afternoon, I couldn’t help teasing him. “I have to hear from Natalie that you’re leaving?”

Matt knew I was having fun with him and raised his hands in mock surrender. “Come on, how could I say good-bye to you?”

I grinned. “If you have nothing to do after work, I can show you.”

Our eyes locked. Matt swallowed hard. “For you, I can make myself available.”

We stared at one another. In less than a minute, our relationship had jumped from an innocent fantasy to a very adult reality, and both of us could feel the excitement in the air. “Why don’t you meet me in the lobby at six?” I suggested.

I could actually hear his breathing from across the room, and I felt myself getting warm between the legs. “I’ll be there,” he said, winking at me as he left.

I stopped in the ladies’ room to look myself over in the mirror before heading downstairs at the end of the day. The dress I’d worn was very tasteful with the light sweater I’d thrown over it. Without the sweater my shoulders were bare, and the bodice showed plenty of cleavage. Carefully, I washed my face, brushed out my hair, and reapplied my makeup, going a little heavier on the mascara and switching to red lipstick. The change was startling, and Matt’s eyes almost popped out of his head when I walked out of the elevator downstairs. I smiled at him. “Let’s take your car.”

I wanted our evening to be private. If we ran into anyone we knew at work, the gossip would be all over the building by Monday, so I directed him to a good restaurant two towns over, and on the way used my cell phone to reserve a room for us at a nearby hotel. Matt still wore his jeans and a button-down linen shirt, but looked neat and clean, his blond hair perfect, his fingernails impeccable. In our booth, I ordered a bottle of red wine and we made small talk over dinner, but our eyes made love throughout the entire meal. At dinner’s end, I excused myself and went to the ladies’ room. Upon my return, I asked for the check and gave the waiter my credit card. When he’d gone, I scooted over in the booth next to Matt and took his hand under the table.

“I have a present for you,” I said, handing him my panties. Matt gasped as soon as he realized what he held. Trying to suppress his grin, he stashed the undies in his pocket. Now, I took his hand and guided it between my legs, letting his fingers brush against my slit as the waiter returned with my credit card and the receipt. I took them with my free hand and thanked him.

Matt’s face turned red. I quickly dealt with the check and turned to him, saying, “Let’s get out of here.”

In Matt’s car I directed him to the hotel. Our excitement was palpable — we were minutes from realizing our passion for one another. I could tell that Matt was nervous when we entered the hotel. “Go and get our room key,” I told him. “I’ll wait by the elevator.”

Upstairs at last, we barely got the door of our room closed before Matt’s mouth covered mine. His arms wrapped around me, and his hands dove into my hair. “I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw you,” he muttered, kissing me again.

What could I do, but grab the back of his head and return his eager kisses? This kid wasn’t messing around; he knew how to use his mouth, and I was already thinking about where else he might apply it when he grabbed my ass in both of his huge paws and lifted me into the air. I giggled like a schoolgirl, wrapping my legs around his waist and kicking off my shoes while I covered his face with kisses. “What else have you wanted to do?” I whispered in his ear.

Matt turned us around, pressing me gently into the wall to grind his hard-on into my crotch. “Oh, God,” I moaned, eating up his kisses and clawing at his back in my excitement. The skirt of my dress was bunching up around my hips with only a thin layer of cloth preventing our union. Suddenly, Matt locked me against the wall, freeing one of his hands to undo his pants and yank my dress up. He raised my knees and drove his hard cock deep into my pussy.

There was no technique involved. Our mouths still danced together, separating only to take the occasional gulp of air. His prick swelled inside me. “Your cock feels so good,” I moaned, kissing him some more. “Fuck me, Matt. Oh, God — don’t stop! Fuck me hard.”

And then the wave of release washed over me, the pleasure wracking my body as Matt pounded me against the wall. I threw my head back, clenching my teeth to keep from screaming as my body moved of its own volition. My pussy had flooded over; we could hear it making squishing noises as Matt drilled me deep, working toward his own orgasm. I nipped at his earlobe, teasing him. “ You gonna shoot your load in my pussy?” I whispered, driving him insane.

That finished him. He grunted and filled me with come, taking me over the edge again with him. My orgasm was smaller this time, locking up my body for a few seconds before letting go, but it felt wonderfully freeing. I kissed him in celebration. Our hookup was something that might never have happened, but I was so glad it had! We were laughing and kissing, and Matt carried me into the bathroom before turning on the shower.

We stripped quickly, jumping under the warm spray. My makeup was running, so I grabbed the soap and washed my face. “You’re so much more beautiful without it,” Matt crooned, kissing me again. I lathered him in soap, savoring the opportunity to run my hands all over his lean, muscular frame. Dropping to my knees, I soaped his ankles, moving up his legs until I reached his crotch to wash his package. His dick was rapidly coming back to life in my hands.

“Mmm,” I moaned, taking him in my mouth at last. He tasted delicious, and blowing him in the shower felt wildly erotic. I made his cock hard, and took a moment to admire it, kissing and stroking him to my heart’s content. “So much better than I imagined,” I muttered, playing with his balls while I ran my lips up the underside of his prick. Matt moaned as I slowly engulfed him again. I began to slide my mouth up and down his cock in earnest, letting my lips caress his crown on every upstroke.

“Jesus, Rebecca,” he gasped. “That feels incredible.”

His hips began to move, his breath coming deeper. I took his balls in my mouth. His cock was springing all over the place as I tea-bagged him, sucking gently on his balls until he calmed down somewhat. Then I took the swollen head of his cock back in my mouth and wrapped my thumb and forefinger around the staff, pumping him as I teased his crown with my tongue.

“Baby, you’re going to make me come again,” he rasped. He tried to pull back, but I wasn’t hearing any of that.

“We’ve got all night to play, and from what I’ve seen so far, you’re a young man with excellent recuperative powers,” I said, urging him downward so I could wrap my breasts around his cock.

“Oh God, I’ve never done that before.”

“No? You’re going to like it.” I held my wet tits together as Matt began to fuck them, trying to go slow to make it last. His cock was topped with a dollop of pre-come, and I flicked my tongue at the head every time it got close to my mouth. Matt tried taking tempered breaths to enjoy tit-fucking me as long as he could, but he was soon shooting all over my breasts. I leaned forward to cover his erupting cockhead with my mouth, and he responded by crying out as he gave me two more blasts of come.

I swallowed his passion and held up my buxom breasts to lick up the rest. “So good,” I murmured, standing to kiss him again. For a moment he felt weak in my arms, and then he grabbed the soap and began running his hands all over me, giving me a wonderfully refreshing massage as he bathed me. After he rinsed me off, he turned off the shower and hoisted me back up in his arms to carry me out. He tossed me on the bed, still wet, and jumped on top of me to kiss and suckle my breasts, gathering them in his hands and running his tongue back and forth from one nipple to the other.

“I always wondered what these looked like naked,” he said. He sucked my nipples until they were rigid, then twisted them gently with his fingers as he kissed his way down my belly. I squirmed, impatient for him to reach my pussy, but Matt was very skillful, paying close attention to my reactions and knowing instinctively how long to tease me before giving me the pleasure I craved. He placed two fingers on each side of my clit, massaging it gently and running his tongue up and down my slit.

“Oh fuck, yeah,” I moaned, raising my hips to meet his mouth. “Eat me, Matt. Make me come.”

With one hand, he spread the lips of my pussy, licking slowly from bottom to top while his fingers worked my clit in a steady rhythm. His tongue began probing deeper with each stroke, and he soon had me moaning. Every time I approached orgasm he would stop, letting me simmer down while he kissed the insides of my thighs.

“Turn over,” he said, putting me on all fours.

After pulling my hips back, he spread my lips and thrust his tongue in and out of me, all the time caressing my ass. “Do you want to come?” he teased.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned in frustration.

Matt chuckled. “This is going to be so much fun!”

Replacing his tongue with a few fingers, he slid them in and out of my wet pussy, planting light kisses down the crack of my ass. The closer he got to my asshole, the crazier I became, and I came when he began flicking his tongue over it, mashing my face into the mattress. I could feel the moisture seeping out of me as Matt moved behind me and slipped his cock into my pussy. “Jesus, that feels so good,” I moaned.

He fucked me hard this time, jackhammering his big dick in and out of me, his hips slapping against my butt. There was nothing romantic about our coupling now, and that was exactly the way I wanted it. It was hard to believe how experienced he was, seeming to anticipate my every sexual need. Suddenly, he pushed me flat on my belly with his cock still jammed in to the hilt, and put his legs outside mine. Lying down on top of me, he fucked me deep, pushing in as hard as he could. Our coupling felt twice as intense this way, and I was soon thrashing around under him. “Oh, I’m coming!” I cried.

We lay that way for a moment while I caught my breath, and then I flipped him over and straddled him, walking on my knees up his body until my sex was right over his face. “Eat me some more, Matt.”

He obliged without delay, licking my folds and sucking my clit.

“Hang on a sec,” I said, moving around to face his feet so that we could sixty-nine. I rolled us over on our sides, and now we were comfortable enough to tend to each other. I loved holding his stiff cock in my hand, feeling how hard he was and how much he wanted me. I sucked on the head of his cock and played with his balls, running my other hand over his flat, muscular belly. He was a young stud, and I had him all to myself for one glorious night.

Matt had a finger in me, while sucking rhythmically at my clit. My breath was coming so deep and fast that I couldn’t hold his beautiful dick in my mouth any longer. I was stroking him with both hands as the ecstasy coursed through me in unending waves. I started laughing — the compatibility of our bodies was making me giddy, and I rolled Matt onto his back and sat on his cock. “Now it’s time for me to fuck you,” I said, riding him slowly and sensually.

Matt smiled at me. “This is the way we were always fucking in my fantasies,” he said, running his hands up my torso to my breasts, “You on top of me, with your wonderful body within reach. You were kissing me.”

I leaned forward, brushing my lips lightly against his. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, sliding his hands down to my hips and over my behind. “I always wanted to touch you, kiss you, do the naughtiest things with you.”

I bent to offer his mouth my stiff nipples. “I like your cock,” I crooned in his ear, increasing the speed of my hips. I kissed him again, and then sat up straight to take in all of his cock. “It feels really big in my pussy,” I said, my eyes closed. “You must be very excited. Do you know what I want you to do in there, Matt?”

He was right on the edge. Two or three more strokes would do it.

“Come in my pussy, Matt. Fill me up.”

He grunted, shooting inside me, the force of his climax triggering my own.

I collapsed beside him, and he turned me over and spooned me, his strong arms wrapped over mine, enfolding me. The evening had long before melted into night, and we lay for many moments, enjoying the warmth of each other’s body. I had fantasized about Matt so many times, and now I could feel his breath against the back of my neck. I turned to look at him. “I want you to remember me after you leave. What have you always wanted to do with a woman, but never done?”

Matt didn’t have to speak to answer. His cock swelled up against the cheeks of my ass, and he sank down slightly to move its head down my crack. “Oh, you want to fuck my ass? I’d like that, too.”

Matt moaned and the pressure of his cockhead became more focused. “Wait, wait,” I gasped, giggling as I reached behind to grasp him. “Put it in my pussy first. Get it wet.”

My pussy was still swimming with Matt’s come, and after he slid in and poked me a few times his prick came out coated, like the glaze on a candied apple. Gleeful now, I placed it in just the right spot, and with care Matt began to push firmly. The swollen head of his penis slowed at the tight entrance, then slipped right in, and we both moaned. “Easy, baby,” I said, my voice hushed.

Matt went slow, sliding inside me with tender, shallow strokes. “That feels so nice!” I moaned. We took our time, the languid pace letting us enjoy every plunge of his cock into my ass. I reached down to stroke a finger in and out of my pussy, spreading my knees wide. Both of us were moaning now. “Oh, yes, fuck me!” I begged him, working my clit as he continued to pound my backdoor. “It feels so good — fuck my ass!”

With a cry, Matt pulled out and shot his load all over my asscheeks. I cuddled against him, turning my head to steal more kisses. It was a thrilling end to a fabulous night.

Matt took my phone number when he left the following Sunday. We chat on the computer a lot, and we’ve made plans for Spring Break. I can hardly wait!