Restoration

I need to preface this with the fact that I know very little about art. Any names of artists and their works will be made up, please do not correct me!

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Divorcee. When Juliet had thought of that word, she always pictured women in their fifties, out in the bars trying to relive their youth. Now, here she was, 32 and a divorcee. Coming home early and finding her husband with his cock buried in her best friend had seen to that.

After the double betrayal she had needed a fresh start. Serendipitously, a job advert for an art restorer in Bath landed in her inbox, 150 miles should be far enough never to see those snakes again. She got the job and now she was ready to put the past behind her. New job, new city, new flat, she realised that it had been a long time since she had felt this excited.

Her new job was in an old stately home that had been converted into a gallery. It was full of twisty corridors and little rooms so it took her a couple of months before she stopped getting lost. Her co-workers were great, all a little older than her, but a friendly, studious bunch doing what they loved. They all seemed to be married or in long term relationships and she had been invited round for dinner a couple of times, but thankfully no matchmaking.

Juliet found it easy to settle in to this new life and was enjoying living for just herself. She loved finishing work on a painting and seeing the vibrancy and life that the painter had originally put into it restored.

In the summer, the gallery took on a couple of students to help with all the day to day jobs and to let them learn from the permanent members of staff. One of them immediately caught Juliet's eye. Matt was about 6 feet tall with an athletic build with short dark hair topping a handsome face that was always quick to smile. When they were introduced, she thought his eyes flicked down to her breasts briefly, but she couldn't be sure. A natural 36D, she had always been proud of them and had received plenty of compliments over the years, but these days she didn't dress to show them off, so she was surprised they had caught Matt's attention.

As the week progressed, it became clear she hadn't imagined Matt's interest. Every time they were in a room together, she would catch him glancing, looking away bashfully if she caught his eye. Naturally, she was flattered and it was nice to know someone could find her attractive. She hadn't felt up to dipping her toe back into the dating scene. But there was no way she was going to make the first move with him, she wasn't a Mrs Robinson.

She may not be prepared to make a move, but she was more than prepared to drop strong hints. She started going to work in lower cut, slightly more fitted tops and slimmer cut jeans and trousers that clung to her hips. She smiled to herself as Matt's jaw dropped the first morning she walked in with her new look. Matt wasn't the only one getting a treat, as the youngest and strongest there, he was given all of the heavy lifting to do. On more than one occasion Juliet found herself leaning against a wall admiring Matt's muscles as manhandled a statue or crate into position wondering what it would feel like to be held in those strong arms.

Frustratingly, Matt seemed no nearer to making a move. One day, after he had looked particularly hot in a tight t-shirt carrying crates of paintings up from the basement, Juliet went straight to her bedroom when she got back to her flat. She stripped quickly and lay naked on her bed. Running her hands over her body, she imagined it was Matt exploring her body. Reaching her breasts, she sighed as she stroked the soft flesh, her nipples hardening as she imagined his strong hands on her body. Her fingers bounced over her nipples before gently squeezing and pinching them.

Eyes closed, she let one hand travel over her stomach, in her mind picturing Matt leaning over her, his hand moving down her body. She let out a moan as she reached her clitoris. Teasingly, she stroked the sensitive organ gently, barely touching it. Almost holding her breath, she teased herself, trembling with anticipation. Unable to hold back any longer, she gradually increased her pressure, wishing it was Matt's finger or tongue. Her hips rotated in time with her fingers as soft moans escaped her lips. It was a long time since she took this long over pleasuring herself and she had forgotten how good a slow build up could be.

Reaching between her legs, her pussy was wetter than she had known it for a long time. Sliding her fingers along her labia, she coated them in her juices, teasing her entrance. She was driving herself crazy, but she didn't want the feeling to stop. Her head thrashed from side to side as her moans increased in volume. Needing more, she slipped two fingers into her tight entrance, letting out a guttural moan of pleasure as she did. Slowly, she pushed them in up to her knuckles before drawing them out again, picturing Matt's thick fingers stretching her. Her body was shaking as she slid her fingers in and out of her wet channel. It felt amazing, but she wanted more, no, she needed more.

Reluctantly, she pulled her fingers out of her throbbing vagina. Rolling onto her side she reached into her bedside cabinet and returned with a 6" vibrator. It was reasonably thick and textured with veins to look something like a real cock. Wasting no time, she turned it onto a low setting and dragged its length along her clitoris and between her labia. She moved it backwards and forwards, enjoying the vibrations as she coated it in her juices. She rubbed the tip around her pussy entrance, wondering how it compared to Matt.

"Fuck, yes," she screamed as she plunged the toy into her waiting pussy, not caring if anyone could hear her. Holding it in, she felt her muscles twitching and tightening in response to the vibrating tool, she knew she wasn't going to last much longer. Slowly at first she started fucking herself with the fake cock, wishing it was a real one. In her mind she saw Matt's face, contorted in ecstasy as he thrust into her. Harder and harder she drove the vibrator into her pulsating pussy, groaning and screaming with every movement.

Finally, her back arched and her hips lifted off the bed as her orgasm enveloped her. Powerfully, she bucked against the bed, screaming unintelligibly as she experienced the most pleasure she had in over a year. Slowly the climax passed and she was left panting on her bed, her tool still gently buzzing inside her. As she removed it and wiped it clean, Juliet hoped he would get his act together soon.

When Matt brought a crate of paintings to her work area the next day, Juliet couldn't help but blush a little. There was no way he could have known what she did the previous evening, but she still felt a bit embarrassed, lusting after a twenty year old.

"Wow," she exclaimed as she sorted through the crate, "This is one of my favourites. I didn't realise it was here."

"What is it?" asked Matt as she lifted one of the paintings out and put it on her easel.

"It's one of the Caligeri nudes," Juliet replied, pulling Matt's arm to stand in front of her so he could see it properly. "I love the way he captures the emotions and desires of the model. Look at her face, you can almost hear her pleasing." Stepping closer to him, her breast pressed against his back, she dropped her voice. "Caligeri had a bit of a reputation. Look between her legs and you can see she's wet. I can imagine the tension in the room as he's painting until he puts his brush down and they start fucking right there in his studio."

Juliet could hear Matt's breathing quicken as she described the scene, her own nipples hardening - could he feel it in his back?

"Th-th-thanks for the art lesson," Matt stammered as he moved away knocking clumsily into a chair as he left the room. She hoped she hadn't scared him off, a weird art restorer imagining 18th century artists and models having sex.

Their paths crossed several times in the next few days and there didn't seem to be any lasting damage. Unfortunately, there also didn't seem to be any sign of Matt making any form of move either. He seemed content to admire her from afar, assuming she was correct and wasn't imagining his glances.

With summer in full swing, Juliet would often eat her lunch in the steps of the veranda at the back of the gallery. Matt started to time his lunch breaks to coincide with hers and would join her, she couldn't be imagining the attraction. She enjoyed the chats they would have as they ate. They would talk about his university course, art and life in general. He asked if she would mind looking at some of his artwork to give him some pointers before his final year. Juliet agreed and offered to go round to his place to look at them, but he was happy to bring them into work.

A couple of days later, Juliet bumped into Matt in one of the many corridors. He was carrying a marble bust from the reception to one of the storage rooms and Juliet couldn't help but laugh at what she saw.

"What is it?" he asked, "What's so funny?"

"You may want to check how you are holding that," Juliet responded, still chucking. Matt looked at her quizzically and then looked at his hands and got the joke. The bust was of the chest upwards of a naked, or at least topless, lady. He was managing to carry it with his hands cupping the naked breasts.

"OK, that's embarrassing," Matt said putting the marble down to adjust his grip to a more family friendly one. "Thanks for pointing it out before I offended someone."

As he carried on down the corridor, Juliet paused and watched him go. Despite the humour in the situation, she couldn't help but imagine his hands around her breasts. The immediate tightening in her pussy told her the vibrator was going to be back in use when she got home. He obviously liked her, she thought she was giving him the right signals, so why wasn't he trying anything? She supposed he could be saying the same about her, but she had never really been one to make the first move, she'd been out of the game so long she wasn't sure she knew how to.

The next day Matt brought in his portfolio and they agreed to spend their lunch break going through it. There was a good selection, some landscapes, some still lifes, he definitely had some talent. As they went through, Juliet made some compliments, advised about colour choices and how to draw the viewers eyes to where he wanted them. At the back of the portfolio were some pencil life drawing sketches, was this her chance to turn things up a notch?

"These are really good," she started, "You obviously have a great appreciation of the female form." As she said this she leant over the drawing, pushing her hips up slightly. "But there's too much tension in the lines. You need to be freer in your movements, especially areas like the breast. It should be almost as if you are caressing it." She heard is breathing quicken as it had the other day and decided to push things a little further.

"Drawing a member of the opposite sex is almost like making love to them," Juliet continued, "The more relaxed, the more attentive, the more tender you can be, the better the result." His breathing was much heavier now, Juliet was worried he was going to hyperventilate. As she looked up at him, she recognised a spark of passion in his eyes, but he also looked flustered and embarrassed.

"Thank you for the tips," he said hurriedly and rushed out of the room after gathering his things.

"Fucking hell," Juliet thought to herself, "What do I have to do, strip?"

At the end of the day Juliet was heading to her car when she heard someone calling her name. Looking around, she saw Matt jogging over.

"Glad I caught you," gasped Matt when he reached her, "There's been something I've been meaning to ask you."

"Finally," Juliet thought to herself. "Go on," she said out loud, trying not to smile.

"Would you sit for me?"

"Sure, no problem," Juliet replied, "Why has it taken you so long to ask?"

"Well," he started nervously, "I mean as a life model, you know....."

"Why, do you want to draw me like your French girls, Jack?" Juliet teased. His blank look told her the quote was lost on him, it did make her feel old for a moment. "You mean naked."

"Yes," he confirmed coyly, "Only if you're comfortable though, no pressure."

"Matt, I've been around long enough to understand art. I'm totally comfortable. When and where do you want to do it?" Juliet asked, "The drawing of course." she added with a wink as he started to blush.

"There's a room in the attic with fantastic light," Matt started, "Would 7:30 tomorrow morning be too soon?"

"No problem," Juliet answered, thinking that there and then wouldn't be soon enough, but she was intrigued by this attic room, "See you in the morning."

Giving him a peck on the cheek, she got in her car and set off for home. As soon as she was out of sight she let her face break out into a massive smile and did a little dance in her seat. When she got home, she resisted the urge to head straight to her bed, wanting to save herself for the morning. Instead, she had a shower and made sure her legs were shaved and her pubic hair nicely trimmed. After a light meal, she had an early night, after all she might need plenty of energy in the morning.

As she knocked off the blaring alarm, Juliet wondered for a moment why she had set it so early, then she remembered with a smile. A quick breakfast and shower she threw on a basic white bra and panties and flowery summer dress - after all she wasn't going to be wearing them for long.

Matt was waiting for her at the entrance to the gallery as she pulled up in her car. She gave him a quick hug and let him lead the way through the twisting corridors and up the old staircases. Eventually they came to a door at the end of one of the top corridors. Matt pushed it open and let Juliet enter first. He had been right about the light, the fresh early morning light gave everything a sense of life and renewal. There was a grand high backed wooden chair with red padding in the centre of the room with a small stool placed a couple of metres in front of it.

Hearing Matt close the door behind them, Juliet decided not to waste any time. With her back to Matt, she lifted the dress over her head, folded it and put it to one side on the floor. Her bra and knickers soon followed, Matt giving a sharp intake of breath as she bent over to slide her underwear down to her ankles. Putting them on top of her dress, she turned to face Matt.

"Where do you want me?" she asked, noticing he didn't know where to look. Coming to his senses, he got her to sit on the big chair with her left leg hooked over the arm. Juliet smiled inwardly as she realised this was the same pose as the Caligeri she had shown him. She wondered if it was deliberate or something unconscious. She also wondered if her pussy was as visibly wet as the model's, it certainly felt so.

Matt got his pencil and paper and sat on the stool to draw her. Every time he looked up, Juliet tried to catch his eyes with a smouldering look, desperately trying to communicate that she was open to anything he wanted to suggest. From this angle she could see a hard bulge in his trousers, as professional as he was trying to be, this was having an effect.

"Remember, relaxed and tender," Juliet reminded, "As if you are caressing what you are drawing." Her words had the desired effect as he shifted his hips, his erection obviously becoming uncomfortable.

Juliet's excitement built as Matt concentrated on capturing her curves. There was no way she was going to be leaving this room without some form of contact.

"I think that's it," said Matt finally, putting his paper to one side, "Thank you. You've been an excellent and inspiring model."

"Are you sure you got everything you wanted?" asked Juliet seductively, her hand slowly stroking her cleavage before continuing over her stomach.

"I... I... I think so," stammered Matt, unable to take his eyes off her hand as it entered her pubic hair and parted her labia.

"I think you chose this room for a reason," purred Juliet as she stood and slowly walked towards him. "I think you knew we wouldn't be disturbed."

"Yes," he replied, sounding slightly guilty, "I'm sorry."

"Do I look angry?", she asked as she stood in front of him, "I've wanted this for weeks." With that she placed a hand on the back of his neck and leant down to kiss him. The moment their lips touched, all the sexual tension that had built up over the past month was released in a rush. His hand rose to the back of her head, pulling her deeper into the passionate kiss while her other hand went to his cheek holding him while her tongue darted into his mouth.

Her mind on fire, Juliet clawed at his t-shirt, desperately trying to pull it over his head. Once she finally managed it, one of her breasts found itself directly in front of Matt's lips. His hands now on Juliet's back he pulled her closer as he licked her prominent nipple before sucking it roughly into his mouth. Crying out in encouragement, Juliet held the back of his head, running her fingers through his thick hair as he greedily sucked on her tit. His hands stroked down her back, exploring the curves of her arse cheeks. Matt kissed his way over to her other breast and latched onto the other nipple while Juliet felt his broad shoulders.

Pulling away slightly, Juliet was able to explode his toned chest and stomach with her hand, edging slowly closer to the waistband of his trousers. One of Matt's hands was now stroking her thigh, moving round to the front of her leg. As he ran his fingers up the inside of her thigh towards her hot and wet honeypot, Juliet slid her hand over the bulge in his pants and squeezed his hard cock and full balls through the material. She gasped in pleasure as he moaned onto her breast, his teeth grazing her nipple.

"Oh, yes," she moaned as his fingers slipped inside her wet pussy. She pushed against them, forcing them deeper inside her. Suddenly, the hold she had on his penis wasn't enough. As he fingered her tight vagina, Juliet frantically struggled with his zip. Once she managed to release it, she pushed her hand roughly into his underwear and dragged out his stiff cock. It was one of the nicer cocks she had encountered, a good 6 inches with a nice girth. Quite frankly, she didn't care, this was the cock she had set her heart on and was going to be riding soon.

Matt was forced to abandon Juliet's breasts, moaning in pleasure as she stroked the length of his hard member. The slow build up to this point and Matt's fingers were having a real effect on Juliet, almost without warning she felt her orgasm approaching. Now she had a hard cock in her hand as well there was no stopping it.

"That's so good," she moaned as it flowed through her, her muscles throbbing against his fingers. Her body swayed as if it was only a hand on his shoulder and his fingers in her pussy keeping her upright. She kissed her thanks as he withdrew his fingers. Still holding his thick cock, Juliet slid to her knees in front of Matt. Now she had a good look at his penis she was pleased to note it was bigger than her ex-husband's and she couldn't wait to get to work on it.

Starting at the root, she licked slowly upwards before wrapping her tongue around the helmet, licking up the generous amount of pre-cum. Slowly, she pumped the base with her hand while she ran her tongue all over the tip.

"Please," begged Matt, anxious to feel her lips around him. Juliet looked into his eyes and slowly licked her lips. She took his glans into her mouth and sucked gently on it, releasing it with a pop. Encouraged by Matt's groans and grinding hips she took in a little bit more, enjoying sucking on an appreciative cock once again. She felt his hand on the back of her head trying to get his dick deeper into her mouth and decided to stop her teasing. With wild abandon, she bobbed her head as far and as fast as she could, sucking his cock deeper than she had ever known she could.

"Oh, oh!" he exclaimed as without warning a thick stream of cum hit the back of her throat. Juliet had forgotten how quickly younger men could lose control. Gagging slightly, she sucked and swallowed as much of his load as she could manage before releasing his limp cock from her mouth.

Juliet stood before straddling Matt's lap and pressing her lips to his tongue stop him apologising. Their arms wrapped around each other, they shared a passionate kiss, Juliet's breasts squashed between them, her nipples digging into Matt's strong chest. Juliet felt his cock hardening between her legs. That was the flip side of younger men, they had much better powers of recovery. Adjusting her position, she was able to give it room to grow and also rub her labia and clitoris against as it did so.

"Hello again," she smiled as she felt the its growing hardness pressing against her pussy. As they continued kissing, she ground her hips against his cock stimulating both of them. Before long it was rock hard and ready for action once more. Juliet pulled Matt close to her, trapping his penis between them as she rubbed her wet labia against it.

Climbing off her young lover, Juliet turned around and reached between her legs and held the hard cock. Guiding it to her tight entrance, she moaned in ecstasy as she impaled herself on the meaty pole.

"Can you feel how tight I am for you?" Juliet gasped as she took his full length into her, "How you're filling my pussy with your thick cock?"

Matt could only grunt in response as she started raising and lowering herself on him. He'd been dreaming of this moment since he first met her, but didn't believe it would happen. Now it was it was exceeding any expectations. His hands moved up from her waist to cup her breasts, gently kneading the soft flesh. Juliet smiled as she remembered the bust, this was so much better than she imagined though. His strong hands held her tits while his fingers teased and pulled their stiff nubs. She was riding his cock as hard as she could, raising herself up to its tip before pushing down as far as she could, but it wasn't enough, she needed it deeper and faster.

With a groan as his pole slipped out of her tight channel, Juliet stood and walked over to the table at the side of the room. Lifting herself up, she perched on the edge and spread her legs, looking at Matt with lust, inviting him to join her. He didn't need asking twice. Removing his trousers and underwear he walked over to her naked, his erect cock proudly leading the way. Juliet lifted her knees over his hips as he approached pressing her ankles into the small of his back. As if it had some form of self guidance, the tip of Matt's cock was between her labia at Juliet's entrance. Holding her hips, he drove his full length into her waiting pussy as they both cried out in unison.

"Fuck me," challenged Juliet, "Make me cum around your big dick." Not wanting to disappoint, Matt started thrusting for all he was worth, his balls slapping noisily against her as he buried himself. Juliet was in ecstasy, her ankles crossed behind his back pulling him deep into her, her nails digging into his back as the pleasure built wave after wave. Inevitably, her orgasm hit, her body trembling as she moaned over his shoulder, her pussy pulsating around his cock, trying to milk it.

Spurred on, Matt found an extra gear from someone and fucked her harder than had ever fucked anyone in his life. He had never known sex like it, so free, so passionate, he didn't want it to end. He knew it must at some point though as he felt a tightening in his balls.

"Yes, fill me with your cum," Juliet pleaded as she felt his thrusts slow but become even more powerful. That was enough to push Matt over the edge and with one final push accompanied by a load grunt his cock erupted, jerking its load deep inside Juliet. That triggered a final climax for Juliet and she pulled his head to hers and they kissed deeply and passionately as their bodies trembled against each other.

They clung to each other until their breathing steadied and their heart rates settled back down again. Their kisses became more tender and gentle.

"Wow," breathed Juliet, looking into Matt's eyes, "That was...."

"Yes it was," he agreed with a smile. They heard cars start to pull up in the car park and realised they had better get dressed. With a final kiss they separated and started pulling on their clothes.

"I know this is the wrong way round," began Juliet, "But do you want to come round for dinner tonight?"

"Dinner?" questioned Matt with a smile.

"Yes, dinner. I need to keep your energy up!" Juliet retorted, "Of course it doesn't have to be just dinner..." she continued pulling him to her for a last kiss before letting him leave before her. She waited a few minutes before following Matt out of the room, she had a spring in her step and felt like she was walking on air.

The ice had been well and truly broken between them now. They bumped into each other in one of the corridors and Matt grabbed her waist and pulled her to him for a kiss. As they kissed she felt his hands under buttocks lifting her. Her legs opened automatically as he rested her on the windowsill, his rising cock pressing against her crotch. She was so tempted to take him there and then, but it was too risky, they could both get fired.

"Patience." she whispered into his ear and pushed herself off the sill and continued down the corridor, deliberately exaggerating the sway of her hips as she could feel his eyes boring into her back.

There were no more incidents that day. When it was time to head off Juliet searched for Matt and found him in the basement. She leant against the wall for a moment, admiring him as he lifted some heavy boxes onto the storage shelves.

"Hungry?" she asked by way of announcing her presence.

"Definitely," he replied, walking over to hold her and kiss her cheek. The faint smell of his sweat thrilled her more than she expected. Taking his hand she led him through the gallery to her car. As they passed one of her colleagues, the colleague gave Juliet a quizzical look followed by an approving smile. Juliet was almost skipping by the time they reached her car.

"What took you so long to ask me to pose for you?" Juliet asked as they drove to her flat, "We could have been doing this for the past month."

"I wanted to," Matt replied, "But I just couldn't find the words, I mean you are so far out of my league."

"I'm sorry, have you looked in a mirror recently?" Juliet answered incredulously. Matt seemed genuinely taken aback, he obviously had no idea how cute he was, it was actually quite endearing. Juliet had known enough guys not half as handsome that assumed every woman loved them. "Seriously though, I need to thank you."

"Thank me?"

"Yes," Juliet started to explain, "I don't think I told you, but I got divorced last year."

"Someone let you go?" Matt questioned unbelievingly.

"More replaced me," Juliet continued, "I caught him fucking my best friend. It really shook me up and knocked my confidence. But then a handsome young art student came into my life and seemed to find me attractive and you wouldn't believe what a boost that can be." She squeezed his thigh and smiled at him.

"My pleasure," Matt replied, "I still can't believe that a beautiful lady like you would be interested in a kid like me or that anyone would betray you like that."

Before Juliet could reply, they reached her building. She led him up to her flat and let them in. She disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses.

"Get this open and poured and I'll rustle something up," instructed Juliet, "There isn't anything you don't eat is there?" She disappeared into the kitchen after he assured her anything would be great. Matt opened the wine and poured them each a glass. Taking Juliet's through to her, he found her bent over the worktop chopping vegetables. Putting the wineglass down he stepped up behind her. Holding her hips, he pressed his crotch to her curvy arse, his hardening cock pushing against her cheeks. Leaning forward he started gently kissing the back of her neck. Juliet sighed and relaxed into him.

"If you're not careful, we'll never get to eat," Juliet purred quietly.

"Eat, that's a good idea," Matt whispered into her ear. Before she knew it, Juliet was being turned and lifted onto the worktop. Matt kissed her on the lips before pulling away with a hungry look in his eyes. He pushed her dress up her thighs as Juliet opened her legs, hoping she knew where this was going. As he bent his back, Matt started to pull Juliet's knickers to one side.

"Take them off," Juliet panted urgently, not wanting anything to get in the way. Not needing telling twice, Matt pulled the underwear over her hips and down to her knees. Allowing them to drop to the floor, Juliet opened her legs again, exposing her neat trimmed bush to Matt once more.

Matt wasted no time in burying his head in Juliet's heavenly crotch, licking gently along her labia, tasting her musky juices for the first time. Juliet moaned as he teased her pussy with his tongue, applying just enough pressure to part her inner lips without penetrating with his tongue. Her hands twisted in his hair as he continued this glorious torture. Changing tack, Matt slowly licked the length of her swollen labia finishing with a flick against her clitoris drawing a mewl of delight each time.

"Oh, you gorgeous, gorgeous boy," Juliet groaned under his ministrations. She was amazed at his skill and pulled at his hair and pushed her dripping crotch into his face to get more. She gave a sharp intake of breath as he sucked her clitoris into his pursed lips, the sensitive nerve endings firing on overload. The tip of his tongue rubbed against the trapped organ making her quiver with delight.

Releasing her clitoris, Matt continued to attack it with his tongue, circling it before licking firmly from the underside to the top. Juliet's breath was now coming in urgent pants, telling Matt her climax was approaching. Abandoning any finesse, he licked her clitoris for all he was worth, Juliet encouraging him with more frantic movements. The moment he pushed two fingers into her tight pussy, her body exploded with her orgasm. Her juices flowed freely out of her and over Matt's chin, her vagina throbbed against his fingers and her hips bucked against his face and hand.

Recovering her senses, she lifted Matt's face to hers. Gently she licked her juices from his face before kissing him open mouthed.

"That was lovely," Juliet began, "But you need to leave me alone now or we won't eat until midnight!" With that Matt headed out of the kitchen while Juliet hopped off the counter and carried on making dinner, leaving her knickers where they had dropped.

The breeze around her nether regions felt heavenly and freeing, so Juliet decided to go the whole hog and slipped off her bra. The cool material brushing her nipples sent shivers through her body to her vagina. She quickly knocked up a stir-fry and carried it through to where Matt was waiting. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull as Juliet entered, her stiff nipples poking through the thin material of her dress. She smiled at his reaction as she took her time bending over to put the plates on the table, giving Matt a clear view down the front of her dress. Turning to return to the kitchen to get her wine and some cutlery, Juliet flicked up the back of her dress to tease him with a view of her uncovered backside.

They chatted as they ate, Matt keeping their wine topped up until the bottle was finished. Once their plates were empty Juliet stood to collect them.

"Shall I look for dessert?" she asked, leaning forward to let her breasts swing temptingly once again. By way of a response, Matt stroked slowly up the back of her thigh before resting it on her firm butt cheek.

"Good answer," Juliet purred, giving him a soft kiss before taking the plates to the kitchen.

"This way," she instructed as she returned and headed for her bedroom. As Matt stood to follow her, Juliet slipped her dresses straps off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Matt felt his cock straining against the material of his trousers as he couldn't take his eyes off Juliet's arse swaying in front of him.

Reaching her bedroom, Juliet lay on her bed, her hand immediately going between her legs, rubbing her clitoris as she watched Matt remove his clothes. Once he was naked, Matt climbed onto the bed and kissed his way up from Juliet's stomach, pausing at her breast to suck on her rosy bud. As he reached her lips, Juliet wrapped her arms and legs around him pressing her sensitive labia and clitoris against his hard rod, rubbing against him as they kissed passionately.

Juliet was more than ready, she physically needed his cock inside her. She pulled her ankles up Matt's thighs, flexing her hips, desperately trying to get the tip of his thick meat lined up with her tight entrance.

"Yes," she screamed as his cock slipped inside her. Just the tip at first before Matt pushed his hard penis into her wet channel agonisingly slowly, letting her feel every centimetre as it stretched her pussy. Once he bottomed out, Juliet wrapped her legs around his hips, holding him inside her, savouring the sensation.

Juliet relaxed her legs to allow Matt to gently rock in and out of her, sighing as his pubic bone pressed against her clitoris. She felt herself already tightening around his stiff cock as it slid in and out of her. She stared into his eyes, seeing the passion in them, silently pleading for him to pick up the pace. Gradually he responded, thrusting a little quicker and a little harder each time. Her head thrashed from side to side as her whole body responded to his thrusting, moaning ecstatically with each movement. Juliet dug her nails into Matt's strong back as she lost control, panting and groaning over his shoulder as he drove her unstoppably on to her orgasm.

"Roll over," she begged once she could speak again. Matt held her hips and rolled onto his back, still buried deep inside her. Sitting up, Juliet put her hands on Matt's chest and raised and lowered herself on his stiff pole, determined to give him the best orgasm of his life. Squeezing her internal muscles, Juliet gripped his thick cock as hard as she could maximising the sensations for both of them.

Using gravity to her advantage she pushed down as hard as she could taking her younger lover deep inside of her. She saw the desperation in Matt's eyes as he gripped her hips and started pushing up in time with her. Juliet slowed pace, deliberately trying to keep Matt on the edge of cumming. His eyes widened, pleading with her as he gripped her harder. She resisted, torturing herself in the process. It felt so good, she didn't want it to end. The harder and more desperate he tried to pull her onto his cock, the slower she moved, the more resistance she gave him.

There bodies were gripped with the excitement, every movement sending fireworks rushing them. It couldn't last forever, as slow as she was moving, as much as she was loving being in control, everything edged the both of them closer to climax. Incapable of any coherent words, they could only communicate with the pleasure and longing in their eyes and the intensity of their noises. Juliet saw Matt's eyes widen, virtually no iris visible and she knew the moment had come. With a final thrust downwards she screamed out her orgasm as Matt gave a guttural moan as his hit simultaneously. Panting and trembling, Juliet collapsed onto Matt's chest, his cock jerking its seemingly easy load inside her before it mixed with her juices and flooding out of her pulsating pussy.

They lay together, an exhausted, sweaty mass, extracting every last sensation from their love making. As she recovered slightly, Juliet moved up Matt's body to give him a tender kiss before resting her head on his shoulder. As she drifted off into a satisfied sleep, she wondered where this might go, but even if it went nowhere, it had already given her the confidence to get back on the horse and keep riding.