by Christo » Thu Oct 09, 2025 9:51 am
"You like this?" you say as his eyes remained fixed on the few square inches of fabric between your legs. He nods and says, "Yes. I do. Very much."
He takes a few steps toward you--slowly, he's not in a rush. You're impressed by his self-control, usually young men are all frantic grabbing and thrusting. But there's an air of calm about him, as he walks over his eyes roam all over your body but keeps a steady pace. He'll arrive at your side in time. Right now, he's enjoying the show you've put on for him.
And you enjoy the display HE'S putting on, the huge bulge jutting out from his nylon shorts. You want to wrap your fingers around his huge erection but as he finally arrives at your side he sinks to his knees before you. He reaches out a hand--not to touch your aching nipples, not to your warm, wet pussy, but to the book you're reading. He picks it up, flips through a few pages, then looks over the synopsis on the back cover. "An older woman who lusts for an erotic adventure with a man half her age." He tosses the book aside. "I think we can do better than that."
You take a sip of your sangria because your mouth is dry with excitement. His hands seek our your body, one gliding along your tummy, the other caressing your arm. "This was inevitable, wasn't it?" he asks. You nod in agreement--you've wanted him for years, and from considerable experience you can tell when a man is besotted with you. His hands roam over you--along your calves, your thighs, your breasts. His fingertips toy with your stiff nipples and what was smoldering between your legs bursts into flame.
His eyes meet yours and his hand slowly, so slowly, moves between your legs. He gently tugs your bikini bottom off and lifts the peach-orange triangle to his face. He breathes in deep, inhaling your scent, and his eyes close with intoxicated delight. "Ohhh," he sighs as he tosses your bikini bottoms aside and looks at it, at your smooth-shaven pussy, and he sighs again. "It's even prettier than my dreams."
He seizes your ankles and slowly angles your body so your legs dangle free over the hammock. He admires your wedge sandals before draping your legs over his shoulders and sliding forward, his face just inches from your pussy. "You're off today?" he asks.
The banality of the question surprises you. "Yes."
"You came out here to relax?"
"Yes."
"I'm not interrupting you?"
"No. No, you are not."
"I'd like to help you relax. Would that be all right?"
You look in his face, to see if he's being sarcastic, arrogant. But he's not. This beautiful young man is on his knees before you, your splayed legs balanced on his broad shoulders, and he's asking your permission before he pleasures you. This...this is going to be an experience you'll never forget.
"Yes, that would be all right."
"Thank you," he says--and goes to work.
He starts slowly, kissing your inner thighs while his fingers dance up your body until he takes your breasts in his huge hands. He hefts them in his palms. feeling their weight, and jiggles them gently as his thumbs tweak your erect nipples. You close your eyes and take another sip of sangria as his mouth moves closer and closer to your most private and delicate parts.
"What are you drinking?" he asks.
"Sangria with mango." And then, desperately trying to catch up to him in self-assurance, you ask, "Would you like a taste?"
He nods, and you pour out a few drams onto your clit. You're so incredibly turned on by this young man that you're half-surprised that the wine doesn't instantly turn to steam as it flows between your labia. But it doesn't, and as he lowers his head and extends his tongue to taste your entire body trembles with anticipation of what's to come. His tongue lazily curls between your lips, savoring the flavor, and his eyes lift to meet yours and he says, "Delicious."
His eyes lower and so does his head and his tongue continues it's exploration of your vagina. You planned on reading your book and masturbating until you had an orgasm but this is so, so, so, SO much better. You reach down and run fingers through his hair as he patiently caresses your folds with his tongue. "Yes..." you whisper as his tongue moves up, up, up until it curls around your clitoris and sends waves of ecstasy pulsing from your perfect pink pearl.
There's no need to tell him what to do, what you like. He's one step ahead of you at all times, before you can even imagine something feeling better than what you're enjoying in the moment, he finds a way to up the ante, keeping you in thrall while making your legs quiver. His tongue slithers down to your opening and wriggles inside, even his tongue is thick and muscular, thrusting inside you, fucking you, while his hands stroke and rub and twist your nipples until they're thrumming with ecstasy.
The only sounds are birds singing, your rapid breathing, and the moist, slick, lascivious sounds of the young man's tongue ravishing your very wet pussy. He extracts his tongue and his lips close around your clit and he gently sucks on you while his tongue sweeps over your bud in a demonic rhythm that makes you press your hips into his face. "Oh, baby," you gasp as he finds just the right combination of sucking and licking and tickling to make your entire body go taut with coiled need. He's going to make you cum. He's going to make you CUM.
And then...oh God...and then you feel a pressure against your opening and you realize its his finger, his long, thick finger, and he slowly slides it inside you and your mouth opens to scream but no sound comes out. A good thing, as your shrieks would probably frighten the neighbors into calling the police. His finger penetrates you and you look down between your legs and he's looking up at you, looking at you with an expression of extraordinary confidence and complete devotion. In this moment, he is yours, utterly, completely.
And your body belongs to him. And thank God for that.
Because his finger is driving in and out of your pussy. His lips and tongue are sending your clit into orbit. A low "mmm..." comes from his lips as he lustily devours you and there's the luscious, lusty sound of his finger fucking you, his fingertip pressing hard against your G-spot with every penetrating thrust.
When your orgasm strikes it comes so quickly and with such explosive FORCE that you almost lose control. Almost. In desperation you seize his free hand and slap it over your mouth to muffle the screams and shrieks that his relentless tongue have drawn from you. You squeeze your eyes so tight that tears run down your contorted face as your climax erupts and sends a tsunami of mind-altering pleasure pulsing through your entire body. Your body shakes and trembles under the cataclysmic force of this titanic orgasm, and in desperation you force his finger into your mouth to suck on it and prevent you from wailing at the heavens.
It goes on for a long time, your orgasm. Even as the pleasure ebbs away your legs, your arms, and your jaw tremble. He eases the pace of his sucking, licking, fingering, bringing you down, gently, so gently, from the heights his skills took you to. When he withdraws his finger, when his flailing tongue comes to a stop, when his lips release their hold on you, the disconnection is so wrenching it draws a strangled "oh!" from you. He kisses you, first between your legs, and then he rises and leans down to finally, finally, kiss you on the lips.
His face is shiny with your wetness and your body is drenched in sweat. Your hand shakes as you take a sip of sangria, and then you look at his groin and see the obscene horn jutting out from his shorts and you reach out to touch it. But his hand flashes out and takes your wrist, and he shakes his head. "Not right now," he says. "You're relaxing, remember?"
"Do I look relaxed right now?" you say, spreading your legs and grabbing your ankles to completely open yourself to him. You want him, right now. You want him to fuck you with that huge cock and the neighbors be damned, you'll make all the noise you want.
But he shakes his head and kisses your hand. "Another time," he says. "One very, very soon." He releases your hand hand reaches down to stroke the outline of his cock. "I promise you that I'll save every ounce of my lust until I can expend it on your gorgeous body."
He takes your ankles again and steers your body until you're once again cocooned by the hammock. He picks up your book and places it by your side. "Not that you'll be needing this," he says with a grin. "Are you starting to feel more relaxed?"
"I'm more exhausted than relaxed."
"I'm sure. But then they'll merge together. Take a nap. Enjoy the sunshine. Finish your drink. And then later," his face becomes very serious, "I'll be back. And you and I will enjoy everything together. Everything."
He turns and walks home, turning to blow you a kiss before walking inside. "Did that really just happen?" you ask yourself, before realizing that your toes are still curled up tight in your wedge sandals and so, yes, it did happen. You finish your sangria, set the glass down in the grass, and take a deep breath. Your new young lover was right, you do feel relaxed. Tired, but relaxed. You close your eyes to nap, knowing that you'll need your energy, all of it, the next time the two of you are together. And on THAT occasion, you will show your young lover that you know some tricks of your own, tricks that will leave him gasping for more...
