I am going to prefix this blog story with a gentle word to the wise – please don’t try this at homeNow I have an unwritten rule that I may eventually get round to making a written rule and it is this – no youngsters Of course, “youngster” is such a relative term, but for me these days it means 25. I know a lot of younger men like the idea of being taken in charge by a more mature lady, and truth be told I rather like doing that as well, but there’s a limit, and in my case, I set that limit at the quarter-century mark. It still allows for a nice, tantalisingly inappropriate age gap between myself and the much younger man not to mention authentic role plays when your mature auntie seduces you but it also means I don’t have to worry about legality or, which is worse, the kind of young man who hasn’t learned to appreciate the finer things in life when it comes to a lady and her needs. So, twenty-five it is, and if I suspect you’re under that threshold I will probably refuse your booking request.It’s fair to say, however, that sometimes I allow a little leeway, and this is what happened just around the run in to Christmas with Ethan. Now the name itself set a little alarm bell ringing, as it is not a name that was popular very many years back, but the guy seemed genuine and his feedback looked to be in order, so we set up a meeting at a hotel for later in the week. When I turned up in the bar – a nice neutral place to get to know my latest lover – I could have sworn that the boy beaming at me had yet to leave High School Appearances can be deceptive though, and he did state quite clearly that he was twenty-seven, so I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.It was clear quite quickly that he was very self-confident. I guess most women find this an appealing feature in a man, though it can have its drawbacks, particularly if it crosses over into arrogance. I like to be taken into consideration, and I don’t like to be taken for granted, and a few men who have come into my life would have had a much better time with me if they realised that Fortunately, Ethan was polite, friendly, and had an engaging way of tipping his head slightly while maintaining eye contact, that just made me feel I was the only person in the room with him.There’s a very curious feeling I get sometimes, where the sound of a voice kind of echoes or buzzes in my head I really can’t think of a better description of this, sorry and it nearly always leads to me getting very turned on very quickly. We were still on pleasantries about our trips to the hotel when I felt it start to happen. I still had my doubts about his age, but I was also aware that I wanted him quite badly. The annoying part was that I felt sure that he could read this in me quite clearly. It made for something of a role reversal He smiled at me and asked me, with a completely straight face, if I knew about the courtship ritual of the giant clams that live near the Great Barrier Reef. Confused I shook my head, then watchedas he brought his arms up in front of his face and laid one on top of the other, fist to elbow. He then lifted one arm and dropped the other, mimicking the opening of a large shell, and silently mouthed “wanna fuck” through the gap. I caught sight of his silly grin and burst out laughing. I drained my glass and said, as casually as I could,”Shall we go”We exchanged knowing glances and smiles as we made our way to the lift. He was on the eighth floor and there was another lady with us when the doors opened. However, she got out at the first floor, and I was just about to make a comment about her short journey when I saw him looking at me closely, the smile fading slightly. Without a word he slowly put his hand onto my right breast and held it, firmly but not harshly, his fingers moving slightly as if he was playing a musical instrument instead of my body. He sighed gently. I grew wetter. The lift stopped on the fourth floor and the doors opened, but he never took his hand away, even though there could have been people there. As it happened whoever had been waiting must have grown tired and walked off. The doors closed and our journey resumed.’I’ve been waiting to do that for months,’ he said, as if it made up for what was a pretty brazen, if stimulating approach. I heard the buzzing in my head again and noted how my logical mind was a little irritated, while my earthier side wanted him to take me there and then. My logical side won out, and I held his wrist and took his fingers off me, though close enough to see he hadn’t completely blotted his copybook.”Tell me more,” I said.In a way I was playing for time, trying to see if he could win over my mind as easily as he had persuaded my body.”I’ve wanted you for ages,” he said, “I’ve been imagining you in bed with me, thinking about how it will feel, how we’ll make love, what I can do to bring you pleasure. I really want to make you cum, so I can be inside you when it happens.”My logical mind was so very close to being persuaded, catching up with the way my body yearned for him. I still held his left wrist in my right hand. I stretched out my left hand, took hold of the free wrist, then lifted his right hand and put it onto my chest, staring into his eyes.”She’ll only get jealous if you don’t squeeze her as well,” I told him.The lift pinged and the doors opened. He moved as if to take his hand away, but I put mine over his to prevent him. I leaned in and pushed my boob into his fingers, then looked at the opening, half expecting to see a shocked resident. Again, the floor was deserted.”Ah well, that’s my career as an exhibitionist done for,” I said.”Apart from the CCTV, of course.” He nodded at the black dome in the corner of the lift.We both giggled a little and walked to his room hand in hand. He put the card key in, pushed the door ajar slightly. He seemed puzzled as I held back a little. I smiled.”If I go through this door with you, I guarantee you’re going to have a wonderful time,” I said. “I am going to let you kiss me, then undress me, then kiss me some more. I will let you put your tongue into my mouth, onto my nipples, and if you put your head between my legs I will let you put your tongue inside me there as well. If you are as good with it as I imagine you will be, I think you’ll find my first orgasm will be quick, my second deeper. The third one you’ll feel through your cock. But there’s still the matter of if…”I tailed off. It was nice to see it was his turn to hurt through wanting. Heaven was waiting for us both. If…”What do I have to do” he asked.He was earnest, mildly concerned, not at all angry or frustrated. I smiled. No sense of entitlement to me, envelope or no envelope. A good start. So, I told him my age rule and asked if he met the criteria. He reached into his jacket pocket and showed me his driver’s licence. His picture was baby-faced on that as well, but the figures didn’t lie. He’d be twenty-eight in March. So, my final condition…”OK, last but not least, I like humour. So, make me laugh. Say something suggestive. But funny, not smutty. Pick something I’m wearing and tell me why it’s sexy.”He looked me up and down again. I wondered what he would choose The patterned blouse The plain grey skirt The golden chain dangling tantalisingly over my cleavage The suspender tights that were discretely formed to allow easy access to me, if only he knew it”The shoes.””The shoes””The shoes.” Nodding for emphasis. I was intrigued.”And why the shoes, pray””Just like you Kitten heels, right””Stylish, like you. High quality, like you. And sexy – I mean, heels are heels, right And the kitten part…I have always had a weak spot for a little adorable pussy.”I stepped through the door ahead of him. No point wasting time, was there – (Gallery)
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