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.