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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Story by SpiraL
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~~~ "Confessions of a Cradle Robber" ~~ (c) 1998, 1999 version 2000
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~~~~~~ F/m, true
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Lately it's been very "hip" for young men to flaunt sexual
relationships
with older women. No matter how big the age difference is, eye brows
raise and rumors fly.
Being "the older woman" more often than not, I know how it feels when
your temperature rise at the sight of young flesh.
When did I know I was hooked? When I started to fantasies about my
younger sister's male friends. Fifteen, sixteen, they were beautiful.
Being the "adult" in these fantasies, I never acted on them until one
her friends told me he wanted me to be his first.
After that declaration, there was a wonderful sexual tension between
us.
Harmless flirting that we engaged in generously.
To the point: I wanted him also, but resisted because he close
friends
with my sister and I knew she liked him. It didn't stop my fantasies
though.
Needless to say, he graduated high school and moved 1000 miles away
before he could convince me to take his virginity.
I still remember his body. He was taller than me, always a turn-on,
and
built just right. I remember visions of throwing his glasses off as
our
lips met, our hungry tongues mingling. Hands roaming over our clothed
bodies, the heat between us building until finally he tears my shirt
off, pushing me to the bed.
My heartbeat quickens as his weight pushes his hard cock against my
leg. His one hand caresses a breast as his other hand holds the
nipple
on the other, his tongue soaking it.
I wrap my legs around him, my body arching, my moans filling the
room... I guess I should stop before I need to take a "break".
At this time, I was working part-time to help some friends out at a
pizza place they owned. And that's when I found the hottest guy. He
was
a co-worker I got to see him almost everyday, in close quarters, as we
made pizzas together and worked the oven. He had the most beautiful
arms, long with fine hair. His smile made me swoon. I had to have
him. He was over eighteen, so I pursued him vigorously.
We would eat our breaks together, and I can honestly say there wasn't
a
day that went by, even long after I left, that it was his hands I
imagined rubbing me all over.
Also taller than me, he had a smaller frame. Long legs, eyes that
melted you. Even now that I am married, he still enters my fantasies.
Kissing my neck, my arms around his shoulders. Our lips meet
tenderly,
wanting the moments to last forever. He leans up and I unbutton his
shirt. He finishes pulling it off and I run my hands over his smooth
chest. He leans down, my head resting on the pillow again. He pulls
my
skirt up, sliding my panties down. He kneels between my legs and
unbuttons my blouse.
He spreads it open to reveal my burgundy bra. He leans down, kissing
the tops of my breasts, slowly unhooking it. My nipples are pink and
his
lips envelope it sending electricity down my spine. His tongue runs
over
it and he slides his bulging crotch against my wet pussy.
I can't stand it anymore and tell him to make love to me. He leans
back
up and pulls his boxers off. I spread my legs and he moves between
them. He teases my clit with the tip of his cock. He guides it down
until it slides in. Pushing slowly, I tremble with each inch that
enters.
... Time again to stop before I get even more carried away.
I guess the above explains why I finally settled down with someone six
years younger than myself. The relationship was not built on sex, but
once we got behind closed doors, the sparks fly.
--- SpiraL ---
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