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Carol’s Valentine’s Day Surprise

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I stood in front of the lingerie store, my heart racing with anticipation. It was Valentine’s Day, and I wanted to surprise my boyfriend with something special. I am a confident and curvaceous woman in my early 40s, and embraced my full figure with pride. My blonde hair cascaded over my shoulders, framing my pretty face, and my green eyes sparkled with excitement. I had always loved my body, especially my huge, soft breasts and generous curves, a true BBW with a big heart and an even bigger appetite for life.

As I entered the shop, a delightful fragrance of perfume and fabric greeted me. The soft lighting and romantic ambiance made me feel at ease, despite my initial nerves. The store was almost empty, with only a few customers browsing the racks. I took a deep breath, my eyes scanning the exquisite lingerie, each piece more tantalizing than the last.

“Can I help you find something, ma’am?” a soft voice asked. I turned to see a saleswoman, Marie, a woman in her late 20s with a warm smile and a playful glint in her eyes. Her slim figure was accentuated by a form-fitting dress, and she exuded a sensual aura that instantly made me feel comfortable.

“Yes, I’m looking for something sexy for Valentine’s Day,” I replied, my voice a little breathless. “Something that will really wow my boyfriend.”

Marie’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh, I have just the thing! Follow me, please.” She led me to a secluded corner of the store, where a dressing room awaited. “Now, I want you to try this on,” she said, holding up a delicate black teddy. “It’s one of our most popular pieces, and I guarantee it will drive your man wild.”

I took the lingerie from her, running my fingers over the soft lace and sheer fabric. It was a stunning piece, with a plunging neckline that accentuated my cleavage and a high-cut design that showcased my curvy hips. But what really caught my attention was the crotchless feature, a daring slit that revealed my most intimate area.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered, my cheeks flushing with desire.

Marie’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “It’s even better on, I assure you. Let me help you try it on, and we’ll see how it looks.”

I stepped into the dressing room, my heart pounding in my chest. As I slipped out of my clothes, I couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious. But Marie’s encouraging smile put me at ease. I stepped into the teddy, feeling the soft lace caress my skin, and I couldn’t deny the rush of excitement as the crotchless design left my pussy exposed.

Marie entered the dressing room, her eyes immediately drawn to my exposed body. “Oh my, you look absolutely stunning,” she breathed, her voice husky with appreciation. “The way that teddy hugs your curves… it’s simply breathtaking.”

I blushed, my nipples hardening under her intense gaze. “Thank you,” I managed to say, my voice trembling slightly. “I’ve never worn anything like this before.”

Marie stepped closer, her eyes fixed on my pussy, now glistening with arousal. “Many men love to see their women in lingerie like this,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “It’s an invitation, a promise of pleasure. And you, my dear, look absolutely irresistible.”

Her words sent a shiver down my spine. I felt my pussy throbbing, aching for attention. Marie’s fingers gently traced the slit in the teddy, parting my pussy lips, and I gasped at the sensation.

“You see, men love the idea of fucking a woman while she’s wearing something like this,” she continued, her fingers now stroking my clit, making me squirm with pleasure. “It’s a fantasy come true for them.”

I was lost in a haze of desire, my inhibitions melting away. “Oh, Marie,” I moaned, my voice pleading. “That feels incredible.”

Marie’s touch became more insistent, her fingers working my clit in slow circles, up and down, as if she were playing a delicate instrument. I leaned back against the dressing room mirror, my eyes closed, my body on fire.

“You’re so wet, Carol,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “So responsive. I can tell you’re a woman who knows what she wants.”

Her words fueled my desire even further. I was on the brink of something incredible, and I wanted her to take me there. “Please, Marie,” I begged, my voice hoarse. “Don’t stop.”

Marie’s fingers quickened their pace, her thumb pressing against my clit as her fingers slid through my wetness. “That’s it, beautiful,” she encouraged. “Let go, let me bring you to the edge.”

My body trembled as the pleasure built, an intense pressure coiling deep within me. Marie’s fingers worked their magic, and I could feel my orgasm approaching like an oncoming storm.

“Oh God, I’m going to come,” I cried out, my voice echoing in the dressing room. Marie’s fingers didn’t let up, and with one final, relentless stroke, I climaxed. Waves of pleasure washed over me, my body shaking as I surrendered to the intense release.

I opened my eyes, my vision blurry, and saw Marie’s satisfied smile in the mirror. “That was incredible,” I whispered, my breath still ragged.

Marie laughed softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Now, imagine the look on your boyfriend’s face when he sees you in this. He’ll be putty in your hands.”

I smiled, feeling a sense of empowerment. “I can’t wait to see his reaction. Thank you, Marie, for making this Valentine’s Day extra special.”

As I stepped out of the dressing room, my body still buzzing with pleasure, I knew this lingerie would be the perfect addition to my romantic evening. Marie’s expert touch had not only given me an unforgettable orgasm but had also fueled my confidence and desire. I couldn’t wait to show off my new purchase and experience the thrill of exhibitionism, knowing that my boyfriend would be driven wild by the sight of me in this daring lingerie.

A Funeral, a Coffee, and a Connection

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I stood by the graveside, my heart heavy with grief as I bid farewell to an old friend. It had been years since I last saw Jennifer, my high school buddy, but her sudden passing had hit me hard. I had a soft spot for nostalgia, couldn’t help but reminisce about the good old days. I was a big girl, always had been, with a full figure that some might call voluptuous. My blonde hair, now elegantly styled, framed my pretty face, and my green eyes held a hint of sadness as I watched the mourners gather.

Among the sea of black suits and somber expressions, a tall, broad-shouldered man caught my attention. He stood out not only because of his striking appearance but also due to his unusual profession. His name was Byron, the undertaker responsible for Jennifer’s funeral arrangements. He had a certain air of sophistication, with his dark hair neatly combed and a well-trimmed beard that accentuated his strong jawline. I found myself drawn to his deep, compassionate eyes, which seemed to hold a world of secrets.

As the ceremony concluded, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. I turned to find Byron standing behind me, his tall frame towering over my 5’6″ stature. His warm smile instantly put me at ease, softening the harsh reality of the funeral.

“Ms. Carol, I presume?” His voice was like velvet, smooth and soothing. “I’m Byron, the undertaker. I wanted to offer my condolences and also thank you for your kind words about our services.”

I managed a small smile, appreciating his gesture. “Oh, Byron, it’s lovely to meet you. And please, call me Carol. I’m glad Jennifer’s send-off was so… peaceful.”

We exchanged pleasantries, and I couldn’t help but notice his intense gaze, as if he were studying every curve of my body. I was no stranger to attention, being a BBW with a confidence to match my size. My ample breasts strained against the fabric of my black dress, and I could see Byron’s eyes lingering there. It was a look I was familiar with, but there was something different about his admiration.

“Carol, I must say, you’re a vision. It’s not often I’m so captivated by someone at a funeral. May I be so bold as to ask if you’d consider joining me for a cup of coffee? I’d love to get to know you better.” Byron’s words were laced with a hint of nervousness, and I found his sincerity endearing.

I was taken aback by his forwardness, but his charm was undeniable. Despite my initial hesitation about dating someone in his profession, there was something about Byron that intrigued me. Perhaps it was his ability to find beauty in the midst of sorrow or the way his eyes lit up when he spoke.

“I’d love to, Byron. It’s not every day I get asked out by a handsome undertaker.” I flashed him a playful smile, my heart fluttering with anticipation.

We made our way to a nearby café, finding a cozy corner where we could talk without interruption. Byron’s choice of profession was a unique one, and I was curious to know more. As we sipped our coffee, he opened up about his work, his passion evident in every word.

“You might find it morbid, Carol, but I see beauty in the rituals of death. Preparing a body for its final journey, ensuring it’s presented with dignity—it’s an honor.” His eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. “And when I see the comfort it brings to the grieving families, it makes it all worthwhile.”

I listened intently, captivated by his passion. His hands gestured animatedly as he spoke, and I couldn’t help but notice their strength and grace. I imagined those hands caressing my body, and a shiver ran down my spine.

“You have a gift, Byron, not just in your work but also in the way you speak. It’s rare to find someone so passionate about their profession.” I leaned forward, my eyes locking with his. “And I must admit, I find your appreciation for the female form quite… intriguing.”

A slight blush crept up his cheeks, and he chuckled softly. “I’ve always had a soft spot for BBWs, Carol. There’s something about a woman with curves—it’s like a work of art, meant to be admired and cherished.”

His words sent a thrill through my body. I’d always embraced my size, but hearing it described as art was a new and exciting experience. I felt a connection with Byron, a shared understanding of beauty beyond the conventional.

The conversation flowed effortlessly, and before we knew it, hours had passed. We discovered a mutual love for old movies and live theater, and Byron’s knowledge of the city’s cultural scene impressed me. He suggested we catch a play together, and I eagerly agreed, excited to explore this new connection.

As the date of our theater outing approached, I found myself growing more and more attracted to Byron. His texts and calls were a delightful mix of sweet nothings and intellectual conversations. He had a way with words, making me feel desired and appreciated.

On the night of the play, I dressed to impress, choosing a form-fitting dress that accentuated my generous curves. My blonde hair fell in soft waves, and I added a touch of red lipstick, a bold statement that matched my confident stride. Byron’s eyes widened when he saw me, and his smile was like a warm embrace.

“You look absolutely stunning, Carol. I can’t wait to show you off to the city.” He took my hand, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

The play was a delightful comedy, and Byron’s laughter was like music to my ears. His arm around my shoulders felt natural, and I snuggled closer, inhaling his subtle cologne. As the curtain fell, we shared a lingering kiss in the theater lobby, our passion ignited by the night’s entertainment.

“I don’t want the night to end,” Byron whispered, his breath hot against my neck. “Come back to my place. I want to show you my… collection.”

Intrigued by his mysterious invitation, I agreed, my curiosity getting the better of me. Byron’s apartment was a cozy sanctuary, filled with mementos from his travels and books on various subjects, reflecting his diverse interests. But it was his bedroom that truly captivated me.

“My sanctuary,” he said, his voice husky with desire. “This is where I find solace and pleasure.”

The room was dimly lit, with candles casting a warm glow. Soft jazz played in the background, setting the mood. Byron’s bed was a massive four-poster, draped in luxurious fabrics. I ran my fingers along the silk sheets, imagining the pleasures they had witnessed.

“Do you like what you see, Carol?” Byron’s voice was thick with anticipation.

I turned to face him, my eyes locking with his. “I love it. But I’d love it even more if you showed me what makes this room so special.”

He stepped closer, his body radiating heat. With gentle hands, he untied the sash of my dress, letting it fall to the floor. I stood before him in my lingerie, my full breasts spilling from the lacy cups, my hips rounded and inviting. Byron’s breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight.

“You’re breathtaking, Carol. A true goddess.” His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples to hardness. I arched into his touch, my head falling back in pleasure.

“I want to worship every inch of you,” he murmured, his lips trailing kisses down my neck.

He guided me to the bed, his hands exploring my body with reverence. He kissed and licked my sensitive spots, making me squirm with desire. His fingers deftly unhooked my bra, freeing my heavy breasts. He suckled my nipples, drawing them deep into his mouth, his tongue swirling in exquisite patterns. I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair, urging him on.

“Your body is a masterpiece, Carol. I want to savor every curve.” Byron’s words were punctuated by his skilled mouth, moving lower to kiss and nibble at my belly.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties, slowly sliding them down my thighs. I lifted my hips to assist, eager for his touch. He paused, taking in the sight of my exposed pussy, glistening with desire.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh.

Byron’s tongue darted out, tracing my folds, making me gasp. He lapped at my juices, his mouth working its magic, driving me wild with pleasure. I gripped the sheets, my hips bucking as he found my sweet spot, his tongue flicking relentlessly. I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me in waves, my body trembling in his arms.

“That’s it, my love. Let go,” he encouraged, his voice hoarse with desire.

After my climax, Byron rose to his knees, his eyes smoldering with passion. He quickly shed his clothes, revealing a muscular body that rippled with strength. His erection jutted proudly, thick and veined, a testament to his desire.

“I need to be inside you, Carol. Can’t wait any longer.” He positioned himself between my thighs, his cock nudging at my entrance.

I guided him in, my body welcoming his invasion. Byron filled me slowly, his length stretching me deliciously. He paused, letting me adjust to his size, then began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. I wrapped my legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts with abandon.

“Yes, Byron! Oh, you feel so good,” I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders.

He pounded into me, his cock hitting all the right spots. His hands gripped my hips, guiding our movements, as he buried himself deep within me. I matched his pace, my body responding to his every stroke, our pleasure building to a fever pitch.

“I’m close, Carol. So close,” he groaned, his face contorted with ecstasy.

I tightened my muscles around him, milking his cock, and he let out a primal roar as he came, filling me with his hot seed. We collapsed in a sweaty heap, our hearts racing, our bodies intertwined.

As we lay there, sated and satisfied, Byron turned to me, his eyes shining with adoration. “Carol, you’re incredible. I never imagined I’d find such passion and beauty in one woman.”

I smiled, my heart overflowing with joy. “And I never thought I’d find such a caring, sensitive man in an undertaker. You’ve shown me that beauty can be found in the most unexpected places.”

Byron’s lips found mine, and we kissed passionately, sealing our newfound connection. Our first date had been a whirlwind of emotions, from the somber funeral to the explosive passion we’d shared. I knew this was just the beginning of a journey filled with love, lust, and the unique appreciation of a man who saw beauty in the most unconventional of places.

The Seductive Delivery

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I’ll never forget that night, the night I met Carol. It was just a regular shift at the pizza joint, and I was eager to finish my deliveries and head home. Little did I know, my life was about to change; I was just a college kid, working part-time to pay my tuition.

As I hopped on my bike, a stack of pizza boxes secured in the carrier, I checked my list for the night’s deliveries. The first one was to a Carol, an address I didn’t recognize. I pedaled my way through the familiar streets of our small town, the warm summer breeze blowing through my hair. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the neighborhood.

I reached the address, a cozy-looking house with a well-maintained garden. The porch light was on, inviting me in. I knocked on the door, my heart racing with anticipation. I had no idea what to expect, but something about this delivery felt different.

The door swung open, and there she was, Carol. My breath caught in my throat as I took in her appearance. She was stunning, a vision of mature beauty. Carol was a BBW, with soft curves that filled out her silk robe. Her blonde hair framed her pretty face, and her green eyes sparkled with mischief. I could see a hint of her cleavage, her breasts straining against the fabric, and my mouth went dry.

“Hello, dear,” she purred, her voice low and sultry. “You must be the new delivery boy. Come in, come in.”

I hesitated for a moment, taken aback by her forwardness. But her smile was warm and inviting, and I found myself stepping into her home. The scent of vanilla and something sweeter, like honey, filled my nostrils, and I felt a tingle down below.

“Make yourself comfortable,” she said, closing the door behind me. “I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve been waiting for you.”

I looked around, taking in the cozy living room. The lights were dim, creating a sensual ambiance. Soft jazz music played in the background, setting the mood. Carol’s robe fell open slightly as she moved, revealing a glimpse of her creamy skin and the swell of her breasts.

“Can I get you something to drink? Some wine, perhaps?” She walked towards the kitchen, her hips swaying seductively.

“Umm, sure,” I managed to stammer, my voice cracking. I placed the pizza on the coffee table, my hands shaking slightly. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

Carol returned with two glasses of red wine and handed me one. “Here you go, sweetheart. Now, tell me, do you have a girlfriend?”

I shook my head, my eyes locked on her. “No, I don’t. I’m just a student, focusing on my studies.”

She smiled, her lips curving upwards. “Good. That’s very good. You see, I have a particular taste for young men like yourself. I love the energy and enthusiasm you boys bring.”

I felt my cheeks flush, both from the wine and her words. I had never been with a woman so much older, and the thought of it excited me. Carol was a mature, confident woman, and I was intrigued by her boldness.

“You’re blushing, dear,” she said, taking a sip of her wine. “Don’t be shy. I can see you’re a handsome young man. And I have a feeling you’re quite the stud, am I right?”

I felt my confidence growing, encouraged by her flattery. “I, umm, I guess I can hold my own,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

Carol’s eyes lit up with amusement. “Oh, I’m sure you can. But let’s not rush things, shall we? I want to savor this moment.” She took a slow, deliberate sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving mine.

I watched, mesmerized, as she placed the glass back on the table. Her every movement was graceful, like a seasoned seductress. She took a step closer, her robe falling open further, revealing the tops of her full, round breasts.

“You see, I have a confession to make,” she whispered, her breath warm on my face. “I have a huge appetite, not just for food, but for pleasure as well. And I’ve been craving a young, virile man like you.”

My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel my cock throbbing against my jeans. I had never been so turned on in my life. Carol’s boldness and sheer sexiness were overwhelming.

“I-I don’t know what to say,” I stammered, my voice hoarse with desire.

“Shh,” she whispered, placing a finger on my lips. “No need to say anything. Just let me show you how much I appreciate your company.”

With that, she leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were soft and full, and they parted easily under mine. I tasted the sweetness of the wine on her tongue as she explored my mouth. Her hands cupped my face, her touch electric.

I moaned into her mouth, my hands instinctively reaching for her. I pulled her closer, feeling the softness of her body against mine. Carol’s robe fell open completely, and I ran my hands over her ample curves, marveling at the softness of her skin.

She broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps. “Oh, you feel so good, baby. I want to feel all of you.”

I couldn’t believe my luck. Here I was, a young delivery boy, being seduced by this gorgeous, mature woman. I was determined to give her the pleasure she craved.

Carol took my hand and led me towards the stairs. “Let’s go upstairs, where we can be more comfortable.”

I followed her, my eyes feasting on the sight of her voluptuous body. Her hips swayed with each step, and I couldn’t help but admire her thick thighs and the way her ass bounced beneath the silk robe.

At the top of the stairs, she led me into a dimly lit bedroom. The room was cozy, with soft lighting and a large bed covered in silk sheets. Carol turned to me, her eyes smoldering with desire.

“Undress for me, baby,” she whispered, her voice thick with need. “Let me see that gorgeous body of yours.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I quickly shed my clothes, eager to reveal myself to her. Carol’s eyes widened as she took in my young, toned body. I was lean and muscular, with a hint of definition in my abs.

“Oh my, you’re a gorgeous specimen,” she purred, running her hands over my chest. “So young and firm. I can’t wait to taste you.”

I felt my cock stiffen further under her touch, already aching for release. Carol knelt before me, her hands gently caressing my thighs. She looked up at me with those sultry green eyes, and I felt like I was under her spell.

“May I?” she asked, her voice a raspy whisper.

I nodded, unable to speak. Carol leaned forward and took the head of my cock into her warm mouth. I groaned, my hands instinctively tangling in her blonde hair. She sucked gently, her tongue swirling around the tip, driving me wild.

Her mouth was hot and wet, and she took me deeper, inch by inch, until I felt the back of her throat. I looked down, watching as she deep-throated me, her eyes never leaving mine. The sight was almost too much to bear.

“Oh God, Carol,” I gasped, my hips thrusting gently into her mouth. “That feels incredible.”

She hummed in response, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine. Carol was a skilled lover, and she knew exactly how to pleasure a man. She sucked and licked, teasing the sensitive underside of my shaft, making me squirm with pleasure.

I wanted to last, to savor this moment, but my body had other plans. I could feel my orgasm building, an intense pressure in my balls.

“I’m gonna cum, Carol,” I warned, my voice strained.

She pulled back, my cock glistening with her saliva. “Not yet, baby. I want to feel you inside me first.”

Carol stood and guided me towards the bed. I followed, my eyes never leaving her. She climbed onto the bed, her robe falling open, revealing her naked body. Her breasts were full and heavy, with large, dark nipples that begged to be sucked. Her pussy was hidden beneath a thick bush of blonde hair, already glistening with arousal.

I joined her on the bed, my cock standing proudly, eager to please. Carol smiled, her eyes filled with lust. “Now, take me, baby. Show me what a young stud like you can do.”

I positioned myself between her thighs, my cock hovering at her entrance. I looked into her eyes, seeking her permission. Carol nodded, her breath coming in short gasps.

I thrust forward, sinking into her warm, wet depths. Carol gasped, her body welcoming me. I felt her tight pussy gripping my shaft, her walls massaging me as I slid in and out.

“Oh yes, fuck me,” she moaned, her hands gripping the sheets. “That’s it, baby. Give it to me.”

I started to move, my hips finding a steady rhythm. Carol’s pussy was like nothing I’d ever experienced. It was hot and wet, and it clenched around my cock, milking me with each thrust.

I leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth. I sucked and teased it with my tongue, earning a sharp cry of pleasure from Carol. Her hands tangled in my hair, urging me on.

“Yes, suck my tits, baby,” she panted. “Oh, you feel so good. So fucking good.”

I continued to fuck her, my pace increasing as my desire grew. Carol’s body moved beneath me, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She was so responsive, her moans and cries filling the room.

“I’m close,” I groaned, my voice hoarse. “I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Cum for me, baby,” Carol urged, her nails digging into my back. “Fill me up. I want to feel your hot cum inside me.”

Her words sent me over the edge. I thrust harder, my cock plunging deep into her welcoming pussy. I felt my orgasm building, an intense pressure in my balls.

“Oh fuck, Carol!” I cried out, my body tensing. I exploded inside her, my cum shooting deep into her warm depths.

Carol cried out as well, her body convulsing around me. Her pussy clenched and pulsed, milking my sensitive cock as I came. I collapsed onto her, our bodies slick with sweat and cum.

We lay there, entangled in each other’s arms, our hearts racing. I looked into her eyes, seeing a mixture of satisfaction and lust.

“That was incredible,” I whispered, my voice filled with awe. “I’ve never experienced anything like that.”

Carol smiled, her eyes sparkling. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, sweetheart. I knew you’d be a perfect fit for me.”

I blushed, feeling a sense of pride. Carol was an incredible woman, and I was honored to have been her choice for the night.

“I should probably get going,” I said, reluctantly disentangling myself from her embrace. “It’s getting late.”

“Oh, but you can’t leave yet,” she pouted, her lower lip jutting out playfully. “I have so much more to show you, baby. And I’m not done with that delicious cock of yours.”

I laughed, feeling a surge of confidence. “In that case, I guess I’ll have to stay a little longer.”

Carol’s eyes lit up, and she pulled me back into her arms. “Good boy,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. “I have a feeling we’re going to have a very satisfying night.”

And so, I stayed, eager to explore the pleasures that awaited me with this captivating, mature woman. Little did I know, this was just the beginning of a night filled with passion and discovery, where I would learn that age was just a number, and that pleasure knew no bounds.

The Forbidden College Tour

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I couldn’t believe the request I had just received. My old college roommate, Susan, had reached out with a peculiar favor. Her son, Ethan, was coming to the city to tour a few colleges, and she wondered if he could stay with me for a few days. I was flattered that she trusted me with her precious boy, but I had my reservations. After all, I hadn’t seen Susan or her family in years, and I had no idea what her son was like.

“Of course, I’d be delighted to have him,” I replied, my voice filled with enthusiasm I didn’t entirely feel. I was curious about this young man, Susan’s son. I remembered her mentioning that he was a late bloomer, a shy and quiet boy who had just turned eighteen. My mind wandered to the thought of a gangly teenager with braces and acne, but I pushed those stereotypes aside.

As the day of Ethan’s arrival drew closer, I found myself feeling a bit nervous. I hadn’t had much interaction with young people lately, especially not teenage boys. I was a successful businesswoman in my early forties, and my social circle consisted mainly of colleagues and clients. I enjoyed my independence and the freedom to indulge in my passions, which included fine dining, collecting vintage wines, and attending the theater. I lived alone in a spacious apartment, and the thought of having a houseguest, especially a young one, was both exciting and daunting.

On a crisp autumn afternoon, I arrived home from work to find a tall, slender figure standing outside my door. His dark hair fell over his forehead, and he had a shy smile that reminded me of Susan. I felt a rush of warmth as I realized this must be Ethan.

“Hi, I’m Ethan,” he said, his voice soft and a little raspy, as if he didn’t use it much. “Mom said you’d be expecting me.”

“Ethan, welcome! Come in, come in,” I said, stepping aside to let him enter. I couldn’t help but notice his eyes widen slightly as he took in my appearance. I was a big woman, standing at five feet ten inches, with a curvaceous figure that filled out my tight-fitting dress. My blonde hair fell in soft waves around my shoulders, and my green eyes sparkled with amusement at his reaction.

“I’m Carol,” I introduced myself, extending my hand. His fingers were long and slender as they wrapped around mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity at the touch. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Ethan’s cheeks flushed, and he quickly released my hand, looking around the apartment. “Wow, this place is amazing. Mom said you had a great eye for design.”

I laughed, feeling flattered. “Your mom is too kind. Come, let me show you your room.”

As I led him through the apartment, I couldn’t help but notice Ethan’s gaze lingering on my body. He was tall, probably around six feet, and his lanky frame moved with an awkward grace. I felt a tingle of excitement as I realized he found me attractive. Most men my age were more interested in younger, slimmer women, but Ethan’s appreciation for my fuller figure was evident.

“Here we are,” I said, opening the door to the guest room. “I hope this will be comfortable for you.”

The room was cozy, with a queen-sized bed and a small sitting area. Ethan stepped inside, his eyes scanning the space. “This is perfect. Thanks so much for having me.”

“It’s my pleasure,” I replied, feeling a little breathless. “I’ll let you settle in. Dinner will be ready in a couple of hours. Just make yourself at home.”

Ethan nodded, his eyes still fixed on me. “Okay, I’ll see you later then.”

I left him to unpack, my heart racing. I hadn’t felt this giddy in years. There was something about Ethan’s youthful energy and his obvious attraction to me that stirred something deep within. I couldn’t deny the flutter of desire in my stomach, but I tried to push it aside. He was just a boy, and I was old enough to be his mother.

As I prepared dinner, I found myself stealing glances at the hallway, anticipating Ethan’s appearance. I wanted to make a good impression, so I had spent extra time on my appearance, letting my hair fall loose around my shoulders and applying a touch of makeup to enhance my natural features. I chose a form-fitting dress that accentuated my ample curves, knowing full well the effect it would have on the young man.

When Ethan finally emerged, my breath caught in my throat. He had changed into a simple t-shirt and jeans, but the clothes did nothing to hide his lean, muscular physique. His dark eyes sparkled with a mix of nervousness and excitement as he took in my appearance.

“Wow, you look…” He trailed off, his gaze roaming over my body.

“Hungry?” I finished for him, my voice laced with a playful tone. “Dinner’s almost ready. I hope you like pasta.”

Ethan nodded, his eyes never leaving my face. “I love pasta. And I love your dress, by the way. It suits you.”

I felt my cheeks warm at his compliment. “Thank you. I thought we could eat in the dining room tonight. It’s a bit more formal, but I wanted to make this special.”

As we sat down to dinner, the conversation flowed easily. Ethan told me about his high school experiences, his love for music, and his aspirations for college. I was impressed by his intelligence and his passion for learning. He had a shy, boyish charm that captivated me, and I found myself laughing at his witty remarks.

“So, what do you think of the city so far?” I asked, pouring us both a glass of wine.

Ethan took a sip, his eyes sparkling. “It’s amazing. So much to see and do. I can’t wait to explore more.”

“Well, I’d be happy to show you around,” I offered, feeling a little daring. “I know all the best spots.”

His eyes lit up. “That would be awesome. I’d love to see the city through your eyes.”

As the evening progressed, the wine flowed freely, and our conversation became more intimate. We talked about love, life, and our dreams for the future. Ethan’s shyness seemed to melt away, and he leaned forward, his elbows on the table, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my heart race.

“You’re so beautiful, Carol,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I’ve never met anyone like you.”

I felt my face flush, and my pulse quickened. “Oh, Ethan, you’re too kind. You’re a handsome young man yourself.”

His eyes darkened, and he reached across the table, taking my hand in his. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night.”

I felt a jolt of desire as his warm hand enclosed mine. “Do what?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

“This,” he said, pulling me up from my chair and into his arms.

I found myself pressed against his lean body, my breasts crushed against his chest. His lips found mine, and he kissed me with a hunger that took my breath away. His tongue danced with mine, exploring my mouth with a raw, uninhibited passion. I moaned into his mouth, my hands gripping his shoulders, feeling the hard muscles beneath his t-shirt.

“Ethan, wait,” I managed to say between kisses. “We should…”

“Shh,” he whispered, his lips trailing down my neck, sending shivers through my body. “I’ve wanted this since I first saw you. You’re so beautiful, so sexy.”

His hands roamed over my curves, cupping my breasts through the fabric of my dress. I arched into his touch, my inhibitions melting away. I wanted this young man, and I wanted him now.

“Bedroom,” I gasped, pulling him towards the hallway.

Ethan followed, his hands never leaving my body. We stumbled into my bedroom, our lips never parting. I pushed him onto the bed, climbing on top of him, my dress riding up my thighs, exposing my lace-covered pussy.

Ethan’s eyes widened at the sight, his hands moving to my hips, pulling me closer. “You’re incredible,” he breathed, his fingers tracing the lace, teasing my sensitive skin.

I ground my hips against his, feeling his hardness through his jeans. “Take them off,” I demanded, my voice thick with desire.

He wasted no time, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down his lean legs. His cock sprang free, thick and erect, the head glistening with pre-cum. I reached down, wrapping my hand around his length, stroking him slowly.

“Oh God, Carol,” he groaned, his hips bucking into my touch. “You feel so good.”

I leaned down, taking the tip of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head. Ethan’s hands tangled in my hair, guiding me as I took more of him, deep-throating his length.

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, his hips thrusting gently, fucking my mouth. “Suck me, Carol.”

I obliged, my lips sliding up and down his shaft, my hand working in unison. I loved the feel of his thick cock in my mouth, the taste of his pre-cum coating my tongue. I wanted to make him lose control, to feel his young body tremble with pleasure.

Ethan’s breathing became ragged, his hands gripping my head as he held me in place. “I’m close,” he warned, his voice strained.

I increased my pace, sucking and stroking him with fervor. I wanted to taste his cum, to feel it explode on my tongue.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he cried out, his hips bucking wildly.

I held on, my mouth working feverishly as he came, his hot, salty cum shooting onto my tongue. I swallowed, relishing the taste of him, milking his cock with my hand until he was spent.

Ethan collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving. I crawled up his body, straddling his waist, my dress still hiked up.

“That was incredible,” he breathed, his hands moving to my breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh.

I leaned down, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. “It’s just the beginning, my sweet boy.”

With that, I stood, letting my dress fall to the floor, revealing my naked body. Ethan’s eyes widened at the sight of my heavy breasts, my soft curves, and the dark patch of hair between my thighs.

“You’re stunning,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

I smiled, feeling empowered by his admiration. “And you’re all mine tonight, Ethan. Let me show you what a real woman can do.”

I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself above his face, my wet pussy inches from his mouth. “Eat me, Ethan,” I commanded, my voice throaty with need.

He needed no further encouragement. He dove between my thighs, his tongue finding my clit, flicking and licking with a skill that belied his age. I moaned, my head thrown back, my fingers gripping the sheets as he devoured me.

“Yes, right there,” I gasped, my hips undulating, grinding my pussy against his face. “Lick me, baby.”

Ethan’s tongue worked its magic, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel my orgasm building, a coiling tension in my core. I wanted to make it last, to savor every moment of this forbidden encounter.

“Oh God, I’m close,” I panted, my breath coming in short gasps. “Don’t stop, Ethan.”

He didn’t, his tongue relentless, his fingers now joining the dance, slipping inside my wetness, finding my sweet spot. I cried out, my body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through me. I rode the waves of pleasure, my juices flowing freely, coating his face and hands.

Ethan looked up at me, his eyes glistening with satisfaction. “You’re amazing, Carol. I want to make you feel even better.”

I smiled down at him, my body still trembling. “I think I might have something to help with that.”

I reached into my bedside drawer, pulling out a small bottle of lube and a condom. Ethan’s eyes widened in anticipation.

“I want you inside me, Ethan,” I said, tearing open the condom packet. “But first, I want to make sure you’re ready.”

I squeezed a generous amount of lube onto my fingers, then reached down, taking his hard cock in my hand. I stroked him slowly, coating his length with the slippery substance.

“Oh fuck, that feels good,” he groaned, his hips rising to meet my touch.

I leaned down, capturing his lips in a deep kiss as my lubed fingers found his tight hole. I teased the entrance, circling and probing gently.

“Relax, baby,” I whispered against his mouth. “Let me prepare you.”

Ethan nodded, his eyes closed, his body surrendering to my touch. I slowly pushed one finger inside, feeling his tightness grip me. He moaned into my mouth, his body tensing and then relaxing as I worked my finger in and out.

“More,” he begged, his voice hoarse.

I added a second finger, stretching him gently, scissoring my fingers to open him up. “You like that, don’t you?” I teased, my free hand reaching down to stroke his cock.

“Yes, please,” he panted, his hips thrusting into my hand.

I added a third finger, stretching him wider, feeling his body accept my intrusion. “You’re so tight, Ethan. I want to feel you around my cock.”

“Please, Carol,” he begged, his eyes pleading. “Fuck me, now.”

I smiled, my body throbbing with need. I positioned myself above him, my pussy hovering over his cock. I guided his length to my entrance, feeling the head nudge my wetness.

“Take me, Ethan,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire.

He thrust his hips upward, impaling me on his length. I gasped as he filled me, his thick cock stretching me, hitting all the right spots.

“Oh God, you feel amazing,” I moaned, my hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm.

Ethan’s hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements as I rode him, our bodies moving as one. I leaned down, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing as our bodies connected in the most intimate way.

“Fuck, Carol, you’re incredible,” he groaned, his eyes locked on mine. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”

I smiled, my heart pounding with pleasure. “You’re incredible too, baby. I want to make you feel good.”

I increased my pace, riding him harder, my breasts bouncing with each thrust. Ethan’s hands moved to my breasts, squeezing and kneading the heavy flesh, his thumbs teasing my sensitive nipples.

“Yes, just like that,” I panted, my body on the edge of release. “Make me cum, Ethan.”

He obliged, his fingers pinching my nipples, his hips thrusting up to meet my downward strokes. I felt my orgasm building, a coiling tension in my core.

“Oh God, I’m close,” I cried out, my voice hoarse. “Fuck me, baby.”

Ethan’s hips bucked wildly, his cock driving deep within me. I felt his length twitch and throb as he filled the condom with his hot cum. The sensation pushed me over the edge, and I cried out, my body convulsing as my orgasm washed over me.

We collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap, our hearts racing. I lay on top of Ethan, our bodies still joined, his cock softening inside me.

“That was…” Ethan began, his voice trailing off.

“Incredible,” I finished for him, my lips finding his in a tender kiss. “I never expected this, Ethan. You’re an amazing lover.”

He smiled, his eyes sparkling. “You’re the amazing one, Carol. I’ve never felt so alive.”

I traced his jawline with my finger, my heart filled with a mix of emotions. “I’m glad I could show you something new, baby. But we should probably get some rest. It’s been an eventful night.”

Ethan nodded, his arms tightening around me. “I don’t want to let you go, Carol. Can we… do this again?”

I smiled, my heart melting. “Of course, my sweet boy. We have a few more days together. I plan to make the most of every moment.”

As I drifted off to sleep in Ethan’s arms, I knew that this visit would be one we’d both remember for a lifetime. The age gap between us seemed to melt away as we discovered a deep, passionate connection. I couldn’t wait to explore more of the city with Ethan, both its sights and the hidden depths of our desires.

The Doctor’s Unusual Diagnosis

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I couldn’t believe I was feeling so nervous about a routine check-up. It was just an annual gynecological exam, something I’ve done countless times before. But this time, I was seeing a new doctor, Dr. Evans, and there was something about him that made my heart flutter. I had heard rumors about him from the other women in my office—how he was young, handsome, and a bit of an enigma.

As I sat in the waiting room of Cul-de-sac Medical, I couldn’t help but feel a bit self-conscious about my appearance. I, Carol, was a big, beautiful woman, embracing my curves and my voluptuous figure. My blonde hair fell in soft curls around my face, and my green eyes sparkled with a playful light. I knew I was a catch, but today, I felt a bit vulnerable, exposing my most intimate self to a stranger.

The nurse called my name, and I stood up, smoothing down my dress, a vibrant floral number that accentuated my ample cleavage. I followed her down the hall, my heart pounding with each step. The clinic had a warm, inviting atmosphere, with soft lighting and a soothing scent of lavender in the air.

As I entered the examination room, I was greeted by Dr. Evans. He was even more captivating up close. Tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair that fell perfectly across his forehead, and deep blue eyes that seemed to see right through me. His smile was warm and reassuring, but there was a hint of mischief in his gaze that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Ms. Carol, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said, his voice smooth like silk. “Please, take a seat and tell me, how are you feeling today?”

I sat on the examination table, my legs swinging nervously. “I’m well, thank you, Dr. Evans. Just here for my annual check-up.”

He nodded, his eyes roaming over me, taking in my curves with a subtle appreciation. “Excellent. Now, Carol, I understand you’re a healthy, sexually active woman. I’d like to ask you a few questions about your sexual health and satisfaction.”

My cheeks flushed at his directness. No other doctor had ever been so forward, but I found his approach oddly refreshing. “Okay, I guess. I mean, I’m quite happy with my sex life.”

“That’s wonderful to hear. Do you orgasm regularly during sexual encounters?” His question was so intimate, yet his tone remained professional.

I felt my face heat up even more. “Yes, I do. I mean, most of the time. Why do you ask?”

Dr. Evans smiled, and my heart skipped a beat. “It’s important to ensure that everything is functioning properly, Carol. You see, sexual responsiveness is a key indicator of overall health and well-being. I’d like to, well, test a few things out, if you’re comfortable with that.”

I swallowed hard, my mind racing with possibilities. “Test things out? What do you mean?”

Without waiting for an answer, he stepped closer, his presence filling the room with an electric charge. “I’d like to examine your responsiveness firsthand, if that’s alright with you. It’s a crucial part of my assessment.”

Before I could respond, he gently placed his hand on my thigh, his touch sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I gasped, my eyes widening in surprise. “Dr. Evans, I…”

“Shh, just relax, Carol,” he whispered, his breath warm on my ear. “Let’s see how your body reacts, shall we?”

His fingers trailed upwards, brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I felt my muscles tense, anticipation building within me. His touch was gentle yet firm, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as he reached the edge of my panties.

“You’re already quite responsive, Carol,” he murmured, his fingers hooking under the lace and slowly sliding them down my legs. “I want to explore this further.”

I was trembling, my body betraying my desire to resist. Dr. Evans’ touch was like a drug, and I found myself wanting more, despite the unconventional nature of the situation.

He positioned himself between my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’m going to stimulate you, Carol. Tell me how it feels.”

His fingers gently parted my folds, and I felt a rush of wetness as he stroked my clit in slow, deliberate circles. I bit my lip, my breath coming in short gasps. “Oh, it feels… incredible,” I managed to say.

“Good, very good,” he encouraged, his touch becoming more insistent. “Let yourself go, Carol. I want to see you lose control.”

His fingers worked their magic, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensations. His touch was skilled, knowing exactly where and how to touch me. I could feel my orgasm building, a delicious tension coiling within me.

“That’s it, Carol, let it happen,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “Come for me, right here in my office.”

His words were like a trigger, and I cried out as my orgasm ripped through me. My body shook, and I clutched at the edges of the table, my back arching off the surface. Dr. Evans’ fingers never stopped their relentless rhythm, and I came again, my cries filling the room.

“Amazing, Carol,” he breathed, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “You’re incredibly responsive. I think we should explore this further.”

I lay there, my body spent and satisfied, but my mind was reeling. What was happening? This wasn’t a typical doctor’s appointment, but I couldn’t deny the pleasure I had just experienced.

Dr. Evans smiled down at me, his hand still resting on my thigh. “I know this is unusual, Carol, but it’s important for my diagnosis. I want to ensure you’re experiencing the full range of sexual pleasure.”

I nodded, my voice hoarse. “Yes, of course. I trust you, Dr. Evans.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Good girl. Now, let’s see if we can make you come again, shall we?”

His fingers returned to my aching core, and I gasped as he plunged two fingers deep inside me. I was already sensitive from my previous orgasms, but his touch ignited a new fire within me. He began to thrust, his fingers filling me, hitting all the right spots.

“Oh, Dr. Evans,” I panted, my hips rising to meet his hand. “I… I can’t…”

“Yes, you can, Carol,” he insisted, his free hand cupping my breast, thumb teasing my nipple through the fabric of my dress. “You’re doing wonderfully. Let go and enjoy it.”

His fingers moved in and out, his thumb continuing to circle my clit, sending me spiraling towards another climax. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet, I had never felt more desired. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“I’m… I’m coming!” I cried out, my body convulsing around his fingers.

Dr. Evans didn’t stop, his fingers working me through my orgasm, drawing it out until I was a quivering mess. I lay there, my breath ragged, my body tingling with aftershocks.

“Incredible,” he whispered, his eyes shining with a mixture of satisfaction and desire. “You’re a very responsive patient, Carol. We’ll need to continue these tests, of course.”

I smiled, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. “Of course, Dr. Evans. I’m happy to… cooperate.”

He chuckled, his hand still stroking my thigh. “I’m sure you are. I’ll see you again soon, Carol. We have much more to explore.”

As I left the clinic, my legs felt like jelly, and my mind was spinning with the events that had just transpired. Dr. Evans had not only given me a thorough examination but had also unlocked a new level of sexual pleasure within me. I couldn’t wait to see what other ‘tests’ he had in store for me…