I live in Manhattan and work as a fashion editor on a successful women’s magazine. The hours are extremely unpredictable and the work demanding. Consequently, I try to find the time to do things I enjoy and that are good for me. Going to my health club, for example, helps me maintain some level of sanity and remain moderately in shape. I try to go three or four times a week, usually after the major rush around six o’clock. If I’m in the city on weekends, I’ll go on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon.
I played a little tennis in college, which was quite some time ago, but squash is more suited to the city. My club offers instruction, and so, deciding to clean up my game, I arranged for a few hourly lessons. In all modesty, I can say that for a forty-three-year-old woman, I’ve got a good deal of stamina.
Well, I never expected my squash lessons to lead to an affair with a twenty-two-year-old man, but that’s what happened. And I must tell you, it has been one of the most refreshing encounters I have experienced in a long time. Andrew is very attractive (aren’t they all at that age?) and really quite intelligent. I want to emphasize that we enjoy one another’s company, both in and out of bed. Andrew played on his college squash team and currently supports himself by giving lessons at the health club while he writes his first novel.
I realized when we first met that Andrew was somewhat taken with me, though I attributed his infatuation to my professional identity, particularly since he is interested in publishing. But after a few lessons, when he suggested we go out to dinner, I began to feel a lovely, distinctly sexual energy between us. After dinner Andrew invited himself back to my apartment and, hesitantly, I consented.
Once back at my place, we continued our dinner conversation until a relaxed silence settled between us. We had grown quite comfortable with one another, and Andrew began to edge closer to me on the couch, commenting on how lovely I looked. The expression on his face was so endearing, I became instantly aroused. A spasm ran through my cunt with an urgency I hadn’t felt in a long time. Andrew had made me very wet, and I wanted this sweet young man to keep whispering those charming words in my ear.
With my hand I brought his face near mine. I began to kiss him very tenderly. Andrew’s lips were so soft and delicate, almost like a girl’s. I was so taken with this quality of his innocence that a small orgasm rippled through my pussy-one of those little premonitions that take your body by surprise.
I knew I wanted Andrew in my bed that night. He was beginning to realize how excited he had made me and began to assert himself somewhat. Shyly, it seemed to me, he tried to unbutton my blouse. I had to help him, but when my blouse was open, he carefully caressed my breasts with his hands. He took my nipples in his mouth and sucked as though I were offering him life itself. I held his head in my hands and watched him with a fascination that rivaled his own.
I began to stroke the inviting bulge in his jeans, and a small stain soon appeared on their surface. With my thumb and forefinger, I kept massaging the head of his penis as more moisture seeped out. Andrew, becoming bolder, finally reached down to his fly and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling out his huge cock. I saw that his underwear had become quite damp with his arousal; this excited me enormously! I wanted to lick the fabric, taste his emission, before I took his cock in my mouth. I lowered my face to his groin and caught the freshest male scent imaginable. He had the faint scent of crushed butter beans. I took his penis in my mouth and eagerly tasted the salty sweat of his lean young body.
Andrew was overwhelmed by his own arousal, almost forgetting how quickly he might come if I continued sucking him. He eased his cock from my mouth and sat up slowly.
“Are you going to let me stay over?” he asked tentatively.
When we stretched out on my bed, I realized how attractive his body was without clothing. He was long and lean, hard and shy at the same time. He tried to climb on top of me, but I gently pushed him back down and whispered to him to relax. I ran my hands over his chest, tickling his nipples until they were hard and red. I followed the line of hair down to his cock, licking the length of his penis. Then I climbed on top of him.
Andrew reached for my breasts and held them in his hands as I lowered myself onto his cock. It was standing up and bobbing back and forth like a baton. He reached down and held it securely for me as I tried to position myself. With a little shared concentration, we found out how we fit and I slid easily down onto his erection. I held myself still for a moment, adjusting to his large size, my pussy stretching to allow him entry. Andrew’s hands began to explore the shape of my body, the curve of my ass, the length of my thighs.
He started to arch upward, thinking that that was what I needed, but I told him to keep still. He appeared to be slightly confused, but he stopped protesting with his body. Once we got our signals straight, we began a slow last dance which would take us through the night. Each time I felt he was ready to come, I sat still and talked him back down gently.
“Now you can come, dear heart,” I finally said to him. He reached up and brought me down to him with a quick gesture of aggression. We rolled over and Andrew began his deep, powerful thrusts into me, his old athletic prowess coming through.