I walked past him everyday on my way to grab my morning coffee.
He was working at a construction site near my home.
I couldn't help but notice him right away, and started looking for him every time I went by.
He would catch my eye, nod and smile, my heart would skip a beat, then I would keep walking.
Until one day...
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Now back to my story...
Every day, as I walked past the construction site, if I could get his attention, I'd send the little hottie eye signals. "Come fuck me" Eyes...
He was at least a decade younger than me, maybe more!
But I couldn't help it. We had chemistry from a distance!
One day, as I walked past, I found myself face-to-face with my sexy, young crush.
He was standing on the street beside a parked truck; drinking out of a water bottle.
I slowed my walking as I approached, hoping he'd talk to me.
He looked at me, smiled and nodded. I smiled and nodded back.
I was almost past him when he said, "I can't let you walk by without asking your name."
I turned around.
"Annie," I replied.
"Well, hello Annie," he said. "My name is Mason."
"Hi Mason... you're really fucking cute," I said, smiling.
He laughed. "Thank you. And you are very beautiful. Is that your building over there?"
"Yes, I work out of that building."
He raised his eyebrows but was polite enough not to ask.
"It's great except my bedroom door is starting to scrape on the floor and wedge in the door frame," I said. "Any suggestions?"
"Certainly," he replied. "I suggest you have me come by after work and fix that for you."
"That would be incredible," I said; heat rushing to my pussy.
I gave him my buzzer number and went on my way.
I literally couldn't wait to get back to my apartment so I could masturbate in anticipation of his visit.
Later that afternoon, I was ready and waiting. I'd shaved, put on perfume, set the mood lighting, and turned on some sexy music.
The sexy music wasn't the only thing turned on!
When Mason arrived, we greeted each other awkwardly at the door.
"It smells nice in here," he said.
I showed him the door that needed repairs and he went straight to work.
In the meantime, I offered him a coffee. By the time it was brewed, he had already fixed my door.
I handed him the coffee and he said, "Would it be possible to have a quick shower before I drink this?"
Now I knew we were on the same page!
"Be my guest," I replied.
Mason showered and came out wearing only a towel.
Wow, I thought. This guy is confident. LOL He had no doubt about what's about to go down.
We drank our coffees, chatting amicably. Then I excused myself to use the washroom (where I freshened up with mouthwash and a hot cloth on my private parts).
Mason was washing our cups in the kitchen when I returned. I walked over to him, my pussy buzzing with excitement.
He turned to me, reached up for my face and kissed me.
I ran my hands over his bare chest and pulled his towel open, dropping it to the floor.
His cock was standing hard, tall, and at attention.
I pushed my body against his as our kiss deepened.
Mason gripped my ass and pulled me close but I am too short for him, so he picked me up and carried me to a chair in the living room where he sat down placing me on his lap.
I wiggled closer so I could press myself against his cock as our hands roamed over each other's bodies and our tongues roamed inside each other's mouths.
Our attraction was strong and urgent. Foreplay wasn't required.
But we lingered with our kisses and teasing anyhow, enjoying it... not wanting it to end.
Mason's hard cock never faltered, and I remembered how young he was. I wondered, will this end quickly?
But for such a young man, Mason was a skilled and in-control lover.
I went down on him to get his cock all nice and wet. I let the shaft and head of his cock caress my lips and felt my pussy getting wetter too.
Mounting Mason on the chair, I tried to slide onto his cock slowly. But he embraced my hips, took my mouth with his again, and thrust his cock fast and deep inside me.
That is not normally a good idea, guys. Usually a woman needs more foreplay and working into the full, deep thrusts.
But in this case, I was already ready. The sensation of his cock entering me so fully and quickly, throbbing inside me so magnificently...
Ahhh, there are no words. Let's just say, my nipples hardened considerably.
My body has a mind of its own and desire took over.
I started rotating my hips on his cock, grinding my clit against him. I was close to coming before I even started.
"Your cock feels so good inside me, Mason!" I exclaimed, breathlessly. "So fucking good!"
"Oh Annie," he said. "Your pussy is so perfect. I've always wanted to fuck an older woman. You're so fucking sexy!"
I love compliments and needless to say, that's all it took to send me over the edge. I came hard on his cock, shuddering and mindlessly grinding against him till the waves of pleasure subsided.
Mason kept repeating, "You're so fucking beautiful. You're so fucking sexy," over and over again.
It was intoxicating to be worshiped like that!
Mason clung to me and I to him, still both so incredibly aroused.
"Come to the bedroom," I said. "I want to watch you fuck me in the mirrors."
Mason's interest was piqued. "Mirrors?"
We went to the bedroom where I usually give massages and I retrieved a condom from the bedside table. I know, I should have done that already!
After putting the condom on him, I laid back on the bed, inviting Mason to fuck me missionary.
Yeah, yeah, missionary is boring, so some people say. But I like it, so fuck you! LOLOL
I love missionary because I can admire my lover as he pumps his cock into my pussy.
I can play with his nipples. I can kiss him.
I like to hook my legs and put a pillow under my ass (because I'm short).
The easiest way for me to come during sex is when I am on top. But the second easiest way for me to come is missionary.
I came three more times with Mason.
And I think I was probably quite vocal about it too. Umm, yes. I was. I definitely was. *blushes*
As my final orgasm overcame me, Mason informed me he was going to come too.
I LOVE it when someone tells me they're going to come!
I don't know why, but it increases my horniness hearing those words!
My orgasm exploded and Mason exploded at the same time.
He fucked me so hard those last few thrusts; each one carrying my orgasm further so that it lasted several seconds.
Poor Mason had to get dressed back in his work clothes. But he promised "next time" he'd be more prepared.
I got excited thinking about next time.
I am a horny girl with a naughty imagination.
I often start thinking about "next time" with clients before they've even left when the session has been particularly fun. ;)
Mason and I had a whirlwind romance. We never went out on a date.
Our special bond was incredible sex.
We did it often over the next few months while he worked on my street, but then he was off to a new job, and our fling ended.
But whenever I have a young, sexy client, I think of Mason. And I get really, fucking horny.
(Please see the disclaimer at the bottom of this article.)
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Ironically, I had a new client last week who works in construction and is a decade younger than me.
He sent me this lovely text after our session. I feel so happy when I make my clients happy!
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