I had to wait till I could see Brady again. That was really hard. Now that I am an older woman who enjoys bedding younger males my libido is higher than its ever been.
When I was a teenager, or in my early twenties, I waited for boys my age to pick me out. Their intentions usually were obvious. But I enjoyed their attention and their fumbling, clumsy attempts to show their prowess as lovers. It was intoxicating to experience their lust. I imagined it was lust for me though I rarely confused that for genuine affection or love.
Later I found love. I really did -- for a time. Sex became less exciting for me with my husband. I told myself it was lovemaking and I still was mostly satisfied. Other things seemed important. Until he left me for a younger woman. That was the second best thing to happen to me.
Only the second because I discovered that I could find much better sex with younger men -- boys the same age as my university says, when I was really exploring my sexuality for the first time. Its true I've had very good sex with guys my own age -- late forties. But then I had an accidental fling with a young man. A boy who was young enough to be my son.
I call it an accident. It was definitely opportunistic. But that really was the best thing to happen to me. Suddenly I knew I didn't have to leave my best sexual experiences behind me. Young men that age still can still lust after me. And they are still very desirable to me -- their energy and their lust. They still can fall easily for a woman who takes in interest in their manhood. That was exciting and, at first, it was scary. After my first experience, though, I knew I was going to need more. The years of boring sex, with a husband who had quickly fallen into a rut of "married sex", were over for me.
It was the best thing because, unlike my own youth, I knew what to do and how to take advantage of the situation. After I got over my nerves and my fears, I rediscovered my confidence and desire for intense sex. And those boys with their wonderful, throbbing dicks are only too happy to have an experienced woman show them the ropes. I can take charge -- unlike my younger days. And I can take as much pleasure as I want from their twitching, rampant and virile cocks.
Brady is my new young lover, my new boy who I will enjoy teaching to become the best lover he can for me. He is a good-looking young man with his blonde hair and his youthful body. I had already gone a little wild with him -- sucking his penis on our first time together and encouraging him to shoot into my mouth, teaching him how to finger me to orgasm and riding his lovely curved dick till I was cumming all over it.
Like all my young men, there was a risk that he would be put off by the advances of an older woman. Or he might decide to tell all his mates about me and my new passion would be discovered by my friends and family. Or perhaps he'd be satisfied with just a headjob and then slink back to his young girlfriend.
Being honest, he stood no chance against my desire and my skill in luring and catching young men like him. And he is perfect for me -- youthful in mind and body, possessing a sexual energy that tells of his virility and sexual power, eager and yet uncertain when he finds himself naked with a woman.
But I had a very busy couple of weeks at work. They were long days and I didn't have the time to properly make use of Brady. It made my vag ache at times. I thought about calling Clayton for a booty call. In the end I thought it better to rely on masturbation to get me through. And fortunately Brady seemed happy to wait.
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I invited Brady to visit late on a Sunday morning. I could sleep-in and there was less chance of a surprise visit from young Clayton. As I let Brady into the building I realised how excited and nervous I was. My heart was thumping. That is quite normal when a young lover comes to me. My nipples were hard and my vag was starting to throb nicely. I needed him so badly.
This time I greeted Brady in my favourite robe. I left it open at the front, of course, so that I was looking my best for him. There was no need for preliminaries and I didn't want to waste any time. Being a nice young man I was confident he'd be willing to do exactly what I needed.
Brady was obviously horny. He'd been thinking about me as well. That was a huge turn-on -- knowing I'd gotten him into such a state. Of course its not hard with a boy his age. I guessed he'd been masturbating while thinking of me. Even better, his imagination had overcome some of his inhibition. As we kissed, I felt his hands opening my robe. I pulled him a little closer. I wanted him know how happy I was to see him again.
But Brady wanted my breasts and he wasn't waiting to fondle them. It didn't feel slutty. It was exciting to know that I'd made him so horny and eager. A lovely shiver through my whole body -- I knew I was about to take this beautiful blonde boy into my bed. I even moaned a little for him. I had to remind myself to stay in control.
He looked so perfect and lovely for me. He'd had his blonde hair cut a little shorter but it made him look even more like a boy who wanted to be a man. I remember how much I wanted him right then. I pulled him closer, grabbing his young butt in my hands. There was something else I wanted, too - I snuck a quick feel of his manhood and was pleased to find him already hard for me.
"That's lovely," I breathed into his mouth as we kissed some more. "I like what you brought me."
Soon we were in the bedroom. Brady was so keen that he was almost undressed by the time I took my robe off. The sight of his body was a delight. He is in that sweet spot -- nineteen and a man but still soft and slender, his body not yet hard from age or physical exertion. That made it easier for me to expose myself totally for him. I felt so wild and slutty in front of Brady but the look in his eyes made me so excited to show him everything.
Naturally I took a look at his wonderful penis. I don't think its because of my age that I like young men's cocks so much. Let's face it, they're all wonderful -- at least the ones I've had the pleasure of. Brady's is quite a specimen. It has that very interesting curve in it. I was sure that looking at it I could almost see it throbbing for me. And even with its curve it was still standing up nicely and pointing to the ceiling. I smiled and told myself how lucky I was to have another fine young man with his cock.
We hugged once more and it was wonderful to feel his arms around me. I was surprised at his strength since he doesn't work out. Maybe it was his passion that made him pull me so tightly to him. I liked that.
As soon as we were on the bed he went for my boobs. That was hot. I've put on a little weight so they're much more a definite C-cup now. They are still nice and firm and Brady probably couldn't tell the difference. His hands felt so good. He was lusting for me and I could see he was trying to remember what I had taught him the last time.
"That feels good. You like them?"
"They're great," he said with a groan.
He already had me breathing hard and I put my hands over his, showing where to touch me and how I like them being squeezed.
"Are they the best ones you've ever got your hands on?"
"For sure. They are really great."
"I had them fixed. So they'd be perfect for a young man like you. Squeeze them a little."
It was thrilling to be showing this boy, this almost-man, around my body. I kept my hands over his to coach him in just what I needed. I showed him again how to stroke them and squeeze them.
"Yes, Brady. That's right... like that."
He was being such a good boy and so eager to learn. My body was responding and I had to have more.
"Suck my nipples," I murmured to him. "Start gentle."
