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Valentine’s Delivery Surprise

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I had given up on the idea of finding love, especially on Valentine’s Day. At my age, 48, I knew the chances of meeting someone special were slim, so I decided to indulge in a little self-care instead. I ordered a delicious meal from a local restaurant, a fancy three-course dinner for one. It was my way of treating myself on a day that seemed to be all about couples.

As the snow began to fall outside, creating a romantic winter wonderland, I settled in for the evening, lighting a fire in the fireplace to chase away the chill. The soft crackling of the flames provided a cozy backdrop to my solo celebration. Little did I know that my quiet night was about to take an unexpected turn.

The doorbell rang, interrupting the peaceful atmosphere I had created. I opened the door to find a young man, probably in his early twenties, standing on my doorstep, his breath visible in the cold air. He was the delivery boy, holding a large bag containing my dinner. His handsome face was framed by messy brown hair, and his eyes sparkled with youthful energy.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, ma’am,” he said with a charming smile, his breath forming little clouds in the freezing temperature. “I’ve got your order here, and I promise it’s worth the wait.”

I couldn’t help but return his smile, feeling a little flutter in my stomach at the unexpected greeting. “Thank you, it’s certainly a welcome surprise on a night like this.” I stepped aside to let him in, already feeling a little warmer just from his presence.

He entered, brushing snow off his dark jacket, and I noticed his tall, lean frame and the way his jeans hugged his slender legs. “It’s really coming down out there,” he commented, looking back at the snow-covered street. “I’m glad I made it to you before the storm hit hard.”

“Indeed, it’s a blizzard now. Come, let me take your jacket and get you a warm drink. You must be freezing.” I led him to the kitchen, feeling a strange mix of maternal instinct and something more primal stirring within me. There was an undeniable chemistry between us, an electric current that made the air crackle.

As he sipped the hot coffee I offered, his eyes met mine, and I saw a flicker of something there, a spark of desire that mirrored my own. “I’m Kate, by the way,” I said, my voice a little hoarse as I tried to hide my sudden nervousness.

“I’m Ethan,” he replied, his voice deep and smooth. “I’m a college student, doing deliveries for some extra cash. This is my last stop for the night.”

“Well, Ethan, I’m glad you’re here. It’s not often I get such a handsome visitor on Valentine’s Day.” I felt bold, saying those words, but something about this young man made me want to shed my inhibitions.

He laughed, a warm, infectious sound that filled the kitchen. “I’m glad I could be of service, Kate. And I must say, you’re not what I expected when I took this job.”

“Oh? And what did you expect?” I asked, leaning against the counter, feeling a playful smile tug at my lips.

“To be honest, I thought I’d be delivering to lonely hearts, maybe some older folks who wanted a nice dinner without the hassle of going out. I didn’t expect…” He trailed off, his gaze roaming over my body, taking in my shorter blonde hair, green eyes, and petite frame.

I felt a rush of heat at his words, knowing he found me attractive. “And what do you think now?” I asked, my voice low and sultry.

Ethan’s eyes darkened, and he set his coffee mug down with a clatter. “I think you’re beautiful, Kate. And I’ve always had a thing for older women. There’s something so alluring about their experience, their confidence…” His voice trailed off as he stepped closer, his body invading my personal space in the most delicious way.

I could feel his warmth, his youthful energy, and I found myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. “And I’ve always had a soft spot for younger men,” I confessed, my heart pounding in my chest. “There’s something so invigorating about their passion, their hunger…”

Without another word, Ethan closed the distance between us, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that took my breath away. His mouth was warm and demanding, and I responded eagerly, my hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer. His kiss was hungry, and I could taste the coffee on his tongue as he explored my mouth, sending shivers down my spine.

Breaking away, he trailed kisses down my neck, his hands roaming over my body, igniting a fire within me. I moaned softly, my head falling back as his lips found the sensitive spot just below my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “You’re incredible, Kate,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.

I wanted him, needed to feel him inside me, but I also wanted to savor this moment, to tease and torment us both. “Let’s take this to the living room,” I suggested, my voice breathless. “I want to enjoy the fire while we make love.”

Ethan’s eyes lit up at my words, and he took my hand, leading me back to the fireplace. The flames danced, casting a warm glow over our bodies as we stood facing each other, the heat from the fire mirroring the heat between us.

I reached for the buttons of his shirt, my fingers deftly undoing them one by one, revealing his smooth, muscular chest. He was lean and fit, his skin taut over defined abs. I couldn’t resist running my hands over his chest, feeling the contours of his body, the ridges of his muscles.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, my lips brushing against his skin as I kissed my way down his chest, tasting the salt of his sweat.

Ethan groaned, his hands sliding down my back, cupping my ass through my dress. He lifted me onto the nearby couch, his mouth never leaving mine. I straddled his lap, feeling his hardness press against my core through our clothes, a delicious torture.

With nimble fingers, I unbuckled his belt, my hands sliding into his jeans, grasping his thick, throbbing cock. He was hard as steel, and I stroked him slowly, feeling his length twitch in my hand. “Oh, Kate,” he gasped, his head falling back as I pleasured him.

I wanted to taste him, to feel him in my mouth, so I slid off his lap, kneeling before him. I unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his rigid shaft, and took him into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then with increasing fervor. I loved the way he filled my mouth, the way his taste and scent overwhelmed my senses.

Ethan’s hands tangled in my hair, guiding my movements as I deep-throated him, taking him as far as I could. I gagged slightly, my eyes watering, but I loved the sensation, the way it made me feel so deliciously used. He was calling me his filthy little cock-sucker, his dirty whore, and I loved every filthy word.

I sucked and licked, swirling my tongue around his head, tasting the salty pre-cum that leaked from his tip. I wanted to make him lose control, to feel him explode in my mouth. I quickened my pace, my hand pumping his shaft in time with my mouth, my lips sliding up and down his length.

“Oh fuck, Kate, I’m gonna cum!” Ethan cried out, his hips thrusting forward, his hands gripping my head, holding me in place as he erupted.

I took him deep, swallowing every thick rope of his hot cum, milking his shaft with my mouth and hand until he was spent. I savored the taste of him, the way his essence coated my tongue, and I looked up at him with a satisfied smile.

Ethan pulled me to my feet, his lips crashing against mine, kissing me fiercely. I could taste myself on his lips, a heady mix of his cum and my desire. He picked me up, his strong arms holding me effortlessly, and carried me to the soft rug in front of the fire.

Laying me down gently, he kissed his way down my body, his hands pushing my dress up, revealing my lace-clad thighs. He hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties, sliding them down my legs, his breath hot against my sensitive skin.

“You’re stunning, Kate,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my inner thigh, his breath tickling my sex. “I want to taste you, to make you cum with my mouth.”

I moaned, my back arching as he spread my legs wide, exposing my glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. He bent his head, his tongue flicking out to tease my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. He licked and sucked, his tongue delving deep into my folds, finding all the right spots.

I was on fire, my body trembling with need, my hands gripping the rug as he ate me with abandon. His fingers joined his mouth, one sliding inside me, curling and rubbing my G-spot, while his thumb circled my clit, sending me closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh God, Ethan, I’m gonna cum!” I cried out, my hips bucking against his face, my orgasm building to an explosive peak.

He sucked my clit into his mouth, his fingers pounding into me, and I came undone, my body shaking with the force of my release. I screamed his name, my juices flooding his mouth, my legs trembling as the waves of pleasure washed over me.

Ethan didn’t stop, his tongue and fingers working me relentlessly, drawing out my orgasm until I was sobbing with pleasure. He wanted to taste all of me, to drink in my essence, and I was more than happy to oblige.

After my body stopped trembling, Ethan crawled up my body, his hard cock pressing against my wetness. He looked into my eyes, his gaze intense, and I nodded, giving him silent permission to take me.

He entered me slowly, his thick length stretching me, filling me in a way I hadn’t been filled in years. I gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“You feel so good, Kate,” he groaned, his voice raw with desire. “So fucking tight and wet.”

He began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of my hungry pussy. I matched his pace, my body rising to meet his, our skin slapping together as we fucked in front of the fire.

“Yes, Ethan, fuck me harder,” I begged, my nails digging into his back, leaving marks on his smooth skin. “Make me yours, claim my body.”

He obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his cock pounding into me, hitting all the right spots. I could feel my orgasm building again, my body coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust.

“I’m gonna cum again, baby,” I panted, my breath coming in short gasps. “Make me cum on your cock, fill me up.”

Ethan’s eyes rolled back as he pounded into me, his own release building. “I’m close too, Kate, so fucking close,” he grunted, his jaw clenched with effort.

I felt his cock swell inside me, his hot cum filling me, triggering my own orgasm. I screamed his name, my body convulsing around his shaft, milking him as he emptied himself into me.

We collapsed in a heap, our sweaty bodies entangled, our hearts racing. I looked into Ethan’s eyes, seeing the satisfaction and contentment mirrored in his gaze.

“That was incredible,” he whispered, his lips brushing mine. “I never expected to spend Valentine’s Day like this.”

I smiled, my heart full. “Neither did I, but I’m certainly glad you delivered more than just my dinner.”

As the snow continued to fall outside, we lay there, sated and content, our bodies entwined, and I knew that this Valentine’s Day would be one I’d never forget.

The Secret Affair

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I should have known better than to snoop around like that. But curiosity got the better of me, and little did I know, that innocent peek would lead to a night of forbidden passion. It all started when I went to visit my old college friend, Brenda, for the weekend. She had invited me to stay over at her place, a cozy suburban home, to catch up on old times. As I settled into the guest room, I noticed the closet door was slightly ajar, and a thin ray of light was seeping through a crack in the paneling. Intrigued, I approached it, wondering if it was a hidden window or a crack in the wall.

As I moved closer, I realized the crack was just wide enough to provide a glimpse into the adjacent room—Max’s room, Brenda’s son. I felt a twinge of guilt, but my curiosity got the better of me. I peered through the crack, expecting to see an ordinary teenage boy’s room. But what I saw took my breath away.

Max, a tall, lanky 18-year-old with dark hair and a mischievous smile, was sitting at his desk, his computer screen glowing in the dimly lit room. At first, I thought he was doing homework, but as I watched, I realized he was watching something on his computer—something that had him completely engrossed.

My heart raced as I realized it was porn. Max was watching a video of a mature woman, a MILF, being seduced by a younger man. The woman’s moans filled the room, and Max’s eyes were glued to the screen. I felt a rush of excitement as I watched him, knowing I shouldn’t be spying on him like this, but unable to look away.

As the video reached its climax, Max’s hand moved to his crotch, and he began to stroke himself through his jeans. I could see the bulge growing, and my own body responded, my nipples hardening under my shirt. I bit my lip, feeling a strange mix of arousal and guilt. Max’s breathing became heavier, and he unzipped his pants, freeing his erect cock.

He started stroking himself, his hand moving in a steady rhythm. I watched, transfixed, as his long, slender fingers wrapped around his shaft, his thumb teasing the tip. His eyes were closed, his head tilted back in pleasure. I could see the muscles in his forearm flexing with each stroke, and my own hand unconsciously moved to my thigh, my fingers curling into the fabric of my pants.

Max’s moans filled the room, and I could see his face contort with pleasure. I imagined what it would be like to be the one touching him, to feel his hard cock in my hand. I bit my lip harder, trying to stifle my own moans as I watched him bring himself to the edge.

And then, it happened. Max’s body tensed, and he let out a low, guttural groan as he came. His hand moved faster, milking his cock as he shot his load onto his stomach and the desk. I watched, mesmerized, as his cum glistened in the dim light. My own breath was ragged, and I felt a throbbing between my legs, a wetness forming in my panties.

Max slumped back in his chair, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. I realized I had been holding my breath, too, and let out a quiet sigh. I felt a rush of adrenaline and guilt as I realized what I had just witnessed. I quickly stepped away from the closet, my heart pounding.

I spent the rest of the evening trying to act normal, chatting with Brenda over dinner and pretending everything was fine. But my mind kept drifting back to Max, and the image of him stroking his cock was burned into my memory. I couldn’t believe I had just watched my friend’s son masturbate, and the thought of it made me both excited and ashamed.

As the night wore on, I retired to the guest room, unable to shake the arousal that had been building since my clandestine viewing. I lay in bed, my body tingling with desire. I knew I should be sleeping, but my mind kept replaying the scene from earlier. I felt my hand drift down to my pussy, my fingers tracing the outline of my wetness through my panties.

I couldn’t help myself; I had to touch myself. I slid my hand inside my panties, my fingers immediately greeted by the warmth and wetness of my arousal. I moaned softly, my body craving release. I began to stroke my clit, my fingers moving in slow circles, imagining it was Max’s hand on me.

As I brought myself closer to the edge, I heard a soft creak from the door. My eyes flew open, and I froze, my hand still between my legs. There, in the doorway, stood Max, his eyes wide with surprise. I realized he must have heard my moans and come to investigate.

“Meredith?” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Are you okay?”

I was mortified, caught in the act by the very person I had been fantasizing about. I tried to pull my hand away, but it was too late. Max had seen everything.

“I… I’m sorry,” I stammered, my face flushing with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean for you to see that.”

Max took a step into the room, his eyes never leaving mine. “It’s okay,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I just… I heard noises and wanted to check on you.”

I could see the bulge in his pajama pants, and I knew he was aroused. The thought of him watching me touch myself sent a jolt of desire through my body. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but I couldn’t deny the intense attraction I felt towards him.

“Come here,” I whispered, patting the bed beside me.

Max hesitated for a moment, then closed the door softly and approached the bed. I moved over, making room for him. He sat down, his body close to mine, and I could feel the heat radiating from him.

“I couldn’t sleep,” I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. “I kept thinking about what I saw earlier.”

Max’s eyes darkened, and he leaned in close, his breath warm on my neck. “Me too,” he murmured. “I couldn’t get the image of you out of my mind.”

I turned to face him, our lips inches apart. “Show me,” I whispered, my voice laced with desire.

Max’s hands found my waist, and he pulled me towards him, his lips crashing down on mine. The kiss was hungry, passionate, and I could taste the desire on his tongue. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, our bodies pressing together.

His hands roamed over my body, exploring my curves through my thin nightgown. I moaned into his mouth, my hands tugging at his shirt, eager to feel his skin. He broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“I want you,” he whispered, his voice raw with need.

I nodded, my heart pounding. “I want you, too.”

Max’s hands found the hem of my nightgown, and he lifted it over my head, revealing my naked body to his hungry gaze. I shivered as his eyes traveled over my breasts, my nipples already hard and aching. He cupped them in his hands, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks, making me arch into his touch.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his lips finding my neck, his teeth gently grazing my skin.

I ran my hands down his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his warm skin. I unbuttoned his pajama top, exposing his toned torso, and traced my fingers along the ridges of his abs. He sucked in a sharp breath as I lowered my hand, my fingers brushing the waistband of his pajama bottoms.

“Touch me,” he pleaded, his voice thick with desire.

I smiled, my fingers already reaching for the drawstring of his pants. I tugged them down, revealing his hard cock, standing proudly, already glistening with pre-cum. I stroked him gently, my fingers wrapping around his length, feeling his throbbing veins.

“Oh, Meredith,” he groaned, his head falling back as I pumped my hand up and down his shaft.

I wanted to taste him, to feel him in my mouth. I leaned down, taking the head of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip, tasting his salty essence. He moaned, his hands threading through my hair, guiding my movements as I took more of him into my eager mouth.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” he whispered, his hips thrusting gently, encouraging me to take him deeper.

I sucked him eagerly, my hand stroking the base of his cock as I bobbed my head, taking him to the back of my throat. He was so hard, so thick, and I loved the way he filled my mouth. I could feel his balls tightening as his orgasm approached.

“I’m gonna come, Meredith,” he warned, his voice strained.

I pulled off his cock, my hand stroking him faster, wanting to see him lose control. He gripped the bedsheets, his body tensing, and then he exploded, his hot cum shooting onto my breasts, some landing on my face, the taste of him mixing with my own arousal.

“Oh, God,” he panted, his body trembling.

I smiled, licking his cum from my lips. “That was incredible.”

Max collapsed beside me, his chest rising and falling rapidly. I snuggled up to him, my hand resting on his chest, feeling his heart racing.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” he said, his voice filled with both satisfaction and guilt.

I turned to face him, my finger tracing his jawline. “Why not? We’re both consenting adults.”

He shook his head. “You’re my mom’s friend. It’s just… complicated.”

I understood his concern, but I couldn’t deny the connection we had just shared. “It doesn’t have to be complicated,” I whispered, leaning in to kiss him gently. “This can be our secret.”

Max smiled, his eyes filled with desire and uncertainty. “Our secret, huh?”

I nodded, my hand finding his cock again, already hardening at my touch. “And there’s no reason we can’t enjoy each other while we’re here.”

He groaned, pulling me closer, his lips finding mine once more. “I think I can agree to that.”

And so, in the quiet of the night, with the risk of being discovered by Brenda, we began a passionate affair, exploring each other’s bodies with a hunger that could not be denied.

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 Psychic’s Seductive Prophecy

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I had always been a curious soul, seeking adventure and excitement in the most unexpected places. At 53 years old, I prided myself on my youthful spirit and my insatiable appetite for life’s pleasures. My short blonde hair, a rebellious choice I’d made in my younger days, now framed my mature face, and my blue eyes sparkled with mischief. My body, though softened by age, still held a certain allure, especially my B-cup breasts, which I knew how to showcase to great effect.

On a whim, I decided to visit a psychic, a mysterious woman who had set up her crystal ball and tarot cards in a dimly lit booth at the local fair. I had always been skeptical of such things, but something about this particular seer drew me in. Perhaps it was her enigmatic smile or the way her dark eyes seemed to see right through me.

I entered her booth, the scent of incense filling my nostrils, and took a seat across from her. The psychic, a woman with long, flowing robes and an air of otherworldly wisdom, studied me for a moment before speaking.

“You seek answers, Meredith,” she said, her voice like velvet. “Answers about your future, about the passions that await you.”

I was taken aback; she knew my name without me introducing myself. “Yes, I suppose I do,” I replied, my voice laced with curiosity. “Can you tell me what lies ahead?”

The psychic closed her eyes, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks. She began to speak in a low, hypnotic tone, her words sending shivers down my spine.

“I see a man, a handsome stranger, entering your life very soon. He is successful, charismatic, and younger than you, my dear. But age is but a number when it comes to the heart’s desires.”

My breath caught in my throat. A younger man? The idea intrigued me, as I had always been attracted to the energy and vitality of youth. I leaned forward, eager to hear more.

“This man will sweep you off your feet, Meredith. He will appreciate your beauty, your wisdom, and the experience that only a woman of your years can offer. And in his arms, you will discover a sexual awakening like no other.”

My cheeks flushed at her words. I had always enjoyed a healthy sex life, but the thought of a passionate affair with a younger man was exhilarating. The psychic’s eyes snapped open, and she fixed me with an intense gaze.

“His touch will ignite a fire within you. He will worship your body, exploring every inch with eager hands and lips. You will moan with pleasure as he brings you to heights of ecstasy you’ve only dreamed of.”

I felt my pulse quicken, my body responding to her vivid description. The psychic’s words were like a sensual spell, casting a web of desire around me.

“Imagine his strong hands caressing your soft skin, his fingers tracing the curves of your breasts, and his mouth, oh, his mouth will pay homage to your most intimate places. You will be his goddess, and he will be your devoted servant in the art of pleasure.”

I could almost feel her words coming to life, as if the psychic’s prophecy was already unfolding before me. My mind painted a vivid picture of this mysterious man, his face a blur, but his touch and kiss imprinted on my skin.

“And you, Meredith, will teach him the secrets of your body. You will guide him, showing him how to pleasure a woman who knows her own desires. Together, you will create a symphony of moans and gasps, a sensual dance that will leave you both breathless.”

The psychic’s voice grew softer, her words like a gentle caress. “This encounter will change you, my dear. It will remind you of the power and beauty of your sexuality. Embrace it, for it is a gift to be cherished.”

As her prophecy came to an end, I sat there, breathless and aroused. I thanked the psychic, my voice hoarse with desire, and left her booth, my mind racing with anticipation.

The following week, fate intervened in the most delightful way. I was at a networking event, mingling with professionals from various fields, when I spotted him. The man from the psychic’s vision stood across the room, his eyes locked on me. He was indeed younger, perhaps in his early thirties, with dark hair and a confident smile.

As if drawn by an invisible thread, I made my way towards him, my heart pounding. He held out his hand, introducing himself as Jake. His touch sent a spark of electricity through my body, and I knew in that instant that the psychic’s words were coming true.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” he said, his voice deep and alluring. “I had a feeling we were destined to meet.”

I smiled, my heart fluttering with excitement. “I believe you’re right. I’ve been told that our meeting was foretold.”

Jake’s eyes widened with intrigue. “A psychic, perhaps? Someone who saw the fire we could ignite together?”

I nodded, unable to resist the pull of his charm. “Something like that. And I must say, I’m eager to see if her predictions come true.”

He leaned closer, his breath warm on my skin. “Then let’s not keep the fates waiting. How about we continue this conversation over dinner? Just you and me, getting to know each other intimately.”

I accepted his invitation without hesitation. We left the event together, his arm brushing against mine, sending delightful shivers down my spine. As we walked to a nearby restaurant, I felt a connection unlike any I had experienced before.

Over dinner, we talked and laughed, sharing stories of our lives. Jake was captivating, his intelligence and success evident in his every word. But it was the way he looked at me, with a mixture of admiration and raw desire, that truly captivated my heart.

As the evening drew to a close, Jake suggested we retire to his place, a penthouse apartment with a breathtaking view of the city. I agreed, my body humming with anticipation. The elevator ride up was filled with charged silence, our eyes locked in a silent agreement of what was to come.

Stepping into his apartment, I was struck by its modern elegance. Jake led me to the bedroom, where soft candlelight bathed the space in a warm glow. He turned to face me, his eyes dark with passion.

“Now, my beautiful Meredith, let’s explore the prophecy that brought us together,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with want.

I stepped into his embrace, my hands sliding up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. He kissed me then, a kiss that started softly but quickly escalated into a hungry exploration of lips and tongues. I moaned into his mouth, my body already on fire.

Jake’s hands roamed over my body, his touch both gentle and possessive. He unbuttoned my blouse, revealing my lace bra and the swell of my breasts. His fingers traced the lace, teasing my sensitive nipples, causing me to arch into his touch.

“You’re exquisite,” he murmured against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “I want to worship every inch of you.”

I guided his hands lower, urging him to unfasten my skirt. As it fell to the floor, I stepped out of it, now clad only in my lingerie. Jake’s eyes darkened further as he took in the sight of my curves.

“You’re a goddess,” he breathed, his hands sliding down my hips to cup my bare ass. He pulled me closer, his erection pressing against my belly, a delicious promise of what was to come.

I wanted to taste him, to feel his desire on my tongue. I sank to my knees, my hands gliding up his thighs, and slowly unbuttoned his pants. He let out a sharp intake of breath as I freed his straining cock, already slick with pre-cum.

“Oh, fuck, Meredith,” he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair. “Suck me, please.”

I obliged, taking him into my mouth, my lips sliding down his length. I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting his salty sweetness, and then took him deeper, my throat welcoming his thickness. Jake’s hands tightened in my hair, guiding my rhythm as I sucked and stroked him with abandon.

“You’re incredible,” he gasped, his hips thrusting gently, encouraging me to take more of him. “I can’t hold back much longer.”

I wanted him to climax, to feel his release on my tongue. I increased my pace, my mouth working him feverishly, until with a hoarse cry, he came, his warm cum filling my mouth. I savored the taste of him, swallowing every drop, my eyes locked on his as I pleased him.

Jake pulled me to my feet, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss, tasting himself on my tongue. “Your turn now,” he whispered, his hands sliding down to the waistband of my panties.

He eased them down my thighs, his fingers trailing along my wetness, making me tremble. I stepped out of my lingerie, now completely naked, and he led me to the bed, laying me down gently.

“Let me show you how much I’ve been longing for this,” he said, his voice a husky purr.

He kissed his way down my body, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire. He teased my nipples, sucking and nibbling until I was writhing beneath him, my back arching off the bed. Then, he continued his descent, kissing my belly and the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, making me squirm with anticipation.

When his mouth finally reached my pussy, I let out a soft cry. His tongue parted my folds, seeking out my clit, and began to lick and suck, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I moaned his name, my fingers threading through his hair, urging him on.

“Yes, Jake, right there,” I pleaded, my hips rising to meet his mouth.

He obliged, his tongue flicking and circling my sensitive bud, driving me closer to the edge. I was on the brink of orgasm, my body taut with need, when he suddenly stopped, his breath hot against my wetness.

“Not yet, my love,” he whispered, his voice filled with wicked promise. “I want to make this last.”

He replaced his mouth with his fingers, sliding two inside me, stretching and filling me as he continued to tease my clit with his thumb. I cried out, my body desperate for release, but he kept up his relentless rhythm, driving me higher and higher.

“Please, Jake, I can’t take much more,” I begged, my voice hoarse with desire.

He chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through my body. “I want to hear you beg for it, Meredith. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to make me come,” I gasped, my hips bucking against his hand. “Please, fuck me with your fingers and make me scream.”

His fingers quickened their pace, thrusting in and out, hitting all the right spots. His thumb continued its relentless assault on my clit, and I felt my orgasm building, an intense pressure coiling within me.

“That’s it, my beautiful woman,” he encouraged, his voice thick with arousal. “Let go, let me feel you come around my fingers.”

His words were the final push I needed. I cried out his name as my orgasm exploded through me, my body shaking with the force of my release. I clenched around his fingers, my juices flowing freely, and he continued to stroke me through the waves of pleasure, milking every last drop of ecstasy.

As my breathing slowed, Jake moved up my body, his lips finding mine in a tender kiss. “That was incredible, Meredith. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

I smiled, my body still buzzing with pleasure. “It was the psychic’s prophecy come true. And I have a feeling this is just the beginning.”

Jake’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh, we’ve only just begun, my love. There’s so much more pleasure to explore. And I intend to make every prediction a reality.”

I couldn’t wait to see what the future held, knowing that each moment with Jake would be a sensual adventure, guided by the psychic’s seductive prophecy.

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.