Complementing Fantasies Pt. 01

It was a late Wednesday afternoon when Bridget Kohl stopped in a local bookshop, to look for a book as a birthday gift for her son. And as a reward for giving her her first grandchild. She knew he liked history books, so she started perusing the section. She started finding it daunting when she heard a voice behind her.

"Hard to choose, huh."

She turned to find a young man looking at her. And with a most focused look.

"Uh, yes," she said, before asking, "Do you work here?"

"No!" The young man smiled. "Just shopping for a book, like you."

He held up a book, the title of which Bridget guessed had something to do with the Industrial Revolution.

"If you need suggestions, I'd be happy to help."

She explained looking for a gift for her son.

"I think he's into the Revolutionary War these days."

"Ah... over here."

The young man made several suggestions, pointing out which he'd read. She settled on one book she thought would be liked.

"Well, thank you. You've been very kind."

"David. Call me Dave," he replied, as he offered his hand.

"Oh, Bridget," she said, still taken by the way he looked at her.

"I'd have thought a young man like you would prefer e-books."

"Sometimes. But I like being able to thumb through a book. And see it on my shelf."

He continued the conversation, "I'm here often after work. A short walk from the office."

"Well, I've taken too much of your time," Bridget replied, smiling.

"Not at all. In fact, there's a coffeehouse down the block. Still open. Care to join me?"

She paused, a bit flustered by an invitation from such a quarter. She guessed he was about her son's age, and couldn't see why he'd want her company. But his charming smile disarmed her, and she accepted.

Bridget paid for her book and the two stepped out into the early June air, before taking the short walk to the coffeehouse, where she ordered tea, and he ordered a double espresso.

"How do you manage caffeine this time of day?" she asked.

"Live on it. Part of my job, almost."

He explained working for a consulting outfit, specializing in structural engineering.

He turned the subject to her, getting her to tell of her two sons, both married and living on the East Coast. That led to her explaining being divorced for several years. A point that she thought brought out a faint smile in him. Bridget's own curiosity was piqued and turned the subject once more.

"I'd have thought a young man like you would have a lady friend to attend to."

David laughed and explained he and the last one had split up a couple weeks earlier.

"There was a physical attraction at the start. But, well... Let's say there wasn't a meeting of the minds."

"So, you want beauty as well as brains," she teased.

Bridget regretted the quip, when he looked into her eyes, and calmly replied, "Yes."

She changed the subject again, and found he was a fan of classical music.

"Mom instilled it in me, I guess. She's a professional violist."

As the talk moved to music, Bridget's mind was in a flux. She could not imagine that David might have any designs on her. She guessed she was thirty years older than him. Yet, the attentions of this young man were exhilarating; a moment to feel young.

"Dave, it's been lovely talking to you. A handsome guy like you will find a lady in no time."

"And you? No love interests?" he asked.

She paused, then chuckled. "At my age, the good ones are in happy marriages. The rest, I think, are leftovers. Well, again, it's been lovely."

"Bridget, um... I'd like to take you to dinner. My treat. Friday, say? Um... I've enjoyed our conversation."

Bridget was taken aback. An invitation to dinner was not expected, just a nice 'glad to have met you.' She questioned his motives. But with his gentle smile, she couldn't imagine any guile in him. Besides, any attention from a man like him was quite flattering.

"Um, okay," she relented.

"I can pick you up," David offered.

That, she declined and instead, asked to meet him at the restaurant.

"Italian or seafood?" he suggested.

Seafood was her choice, and phone numbers were exchanged.

***

Friday, Bridget fretted over what to wear. 'This isn't a date,' she reminded herself. Still, she told herself, 'I want to look good.' What her mind suppressed was her little fantasy, the impossibility of a young plaything to give her one last pass at passion.

With some guilt, she settled on a dress that complemented her curves and gave a hint of her generous cleavage.

She didn't know the restaurant, but on arrival, found it was not some little dive she had expected. Rather, one with valet parking. She left the keys with the valet and found David waiting for her at the bar and dressed quite nicely in a sports coat.

"Want to take our table, or get something at the bar first?"

Bridget saw the cocktail in his hand and suggested the bar.

"Hope you're not driving?" she teased.

"No. In fact, my place is walking distance from here."

"Convenient," she quipped, and thinking to herself, 'too convenient.'

Bridget ordered wine, and after chatting at the bar for a while, they were shown to their table.

"Dave. First, I must protest. Let me pay half. This is too nice a restaurant for a chat," Bridget protested.

"It was my choice. And you agreed, it was my treat."

"Yes... but..."

"Bridget, face it. You are the type of woman who deserves the best. End of subject," David argued.

She gave him a sly look that spoke of disapproval, while accepting a compliment.

Over dinner, they got to know more about each other; learning of the things they had in common. Bridget got him to open up about his love life, and learned he was feeling a bit unlucky there.

She, in turn, opened up about her marriage and an ex-husband who wanted a newer, younger wife. And she confessed to making out well. A generous settlement, added to the money she made in real estate, left her quite comfortable. The loves of her life were her two sons, who made up for a failed marriage.

"I can't imagine a guy not being satisfied with a woman like you," he replied, looking into her eyes with an earnest expression.

His look sent shivers down her spine. She could not deny he was hot. The only designs she could imagine him having was for some tryst -- a one-night stand with an older woman. Yet, she liked him and didn't want to believe that was all he was after.

Adding to it, when he wasn't looking into her eyes, he was clearly admiring her cleavage, something that made her wish she'd worn something less provocative.

Dinner was wrapping up, and Bridget admitted to herself, she had enjoyed the evening, and regretted it was coming to an end.

"Bridget, how about a nightcap at my place?"

It was a question she'd hoped for. But when it came, she dreaded it. She still could not understand his motive. Was he really after some hook-up? It was certainly not what she wanted. Yet, the look in his eyes-- so patient, so kind.

"Well, one... maybe," she answered hesitantly, regretting the wine she'd already had that night.

At the valet, Bridget asked if she could leave her car as they walked. The valet looked over at her young companion and smiled slyly, saying, "As long as you like."

They started walking the few blocks to his apartment, with Bridget regretting the heels she wore. David, on seeing her plight, offered his arm, which she readily accepted. This only served to trigger more conflicting feelings; his arm felt too good.

He led her to his apartment, apologizing while explaining he was planning to buy a condominium soon.

Inside, she found a pleasant one-bedroom, neater than she had expected of a bachelor.

"What would you like, bourbon? Scotch? Or I can open some wine?" David asked, heading to his kitchen.

"Uh, bourbon is fine," she replied, settling on his sofa.

She sat at the far end, waiting to see where he sat. David offered her drink and sat on the opposite side of the sofa, as if giving her all the space she needed.

After some silence, Bridget spoke up.

"Dave... I mean... Look, what are your intentions?"

"Intentions?" he retorted, whimsically.

"I mean, why did you invite me to dinner, and now to your place?"

David looked at Bridget earnestly, and said, "To have a lovely dinner companion like you, why wouldn't I? Bridget, I guess you are asking if I have designs on you. Well, maybe. You are a beautiful woman. But also, a classy one. And one deserving respect. If any such thoughts turn you off, then I apologize."

"You are frank, I'll give you that. And diplomatic," Bridget responded with a laugh, before asking, "Dave, how old are you?"

"Twenty-six."

Bridget rolled her eyes. "The same age as my youngest! David, you are a very attractive man, and very nice. Perhaps, the nicest I've met in years. But really... "

David looked at her silently, waiting for more.

"Dave, I'm too old for some tryst with a young guy. I don't want some, oh, how to describe it... a fling?"

"Is that what you think? That I want a fling?" he retorted.

"What else could you want?" she demanded.

"A beautiful woman. And I do find you beautiful."

"Dave! I'm fifty-three!"

"So? Okay, I will confess, I find you attractive. You have, shall we say, an air about you that is hard to ignore."

The earnestness in his words, as well as his eyes, were weakening Bridget's resolve. And the bourbon didn't help. Her attraction to him was melting all her rational thinking. This gorgeous young man was hers if she wanted, future consequences be damned.

She leaned toward him. And it was enough to signal him to move closer. He was sitting next to her. 'Fuck, he is gorgeous!' Bridget thought to herself. She offered her lips to him, and he kissed her, ever so gently brushing his lips on hers.

'Fuck!' she thought to herself. His tenderness at this moment was exactly right.

David took her in his arms and kissed her again, gently, as he gauged her reaction. What he didn't know was the passion boiling beneath her surface.

Bridget wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with growing passion.

With arms around each other, they kissed like teenagers, excited by this newfound passion. Minutes passed as their lips locked tightly together and tongues started darting in each other's mouths. Hands soon explored each other's bodies as the connection between them flared into unbridled passion.

David's hand cupped one of Bridget's generous breasts, and sensing no resistance, started kneading it. For her part, Bridget was becoming wild with excitement at feeling her tits being caressed. Her hand started slipping into his waistband when she caught herself.

Suddenly Bridget pulled back. 'Too much, too fast!' she thought.

"Dave, uh. I'm... I'm not ready for this."

Instead of the pushback she'd expected, she found him looking at her with his patient eyes.

"I understand," he replied, quietly.

His acquiescence in this moment of passion only served to send her emotions into greater chaos.

"I'm so sorry, Dave. I... I... I'm not ready... Too much. Too soon! I... I should go."

David took her in his arms and said, "Yes. Another time, I hope. Let me walk you to your car."

His patience only served to make the moment even more difficult. How could such a young man, hot-blooded, no doubt, release her without a protest. That patience only served to draw her closer to him.

She stood and collected herself as he followed. Bridget looked at him with a nervous smile. "I don't know. This is all too much for one day."

"Yes. When can I see you again?"

"Um, tomorrow? I'm sorry, Dave. Let me sort this out."

David walked with her back to her car, with the evening air helping clear her head. When the valet service delivered her car, Bridget insisted on driving David back to his place, where she found an empty spot to park in.

"Tomorrow?" David asked.

She looked at his smiling face, then threw her arms around him and kissed him, and received a most sensual kiss in response. Their kissing grew more passionate until Bridget thought to herself, 'Damn tomorrow!'

She pulled back and looked into his eyes, whispering, "Make love to me."

David kissed her even more passionately, until the two exited the car and hurried back to his apartment.

Inside, they fell into each other's arms, kissing wildly. Bridget paused, and looking into his eyes, placed his hand on a generous breast.

"Make love to me," she repeated.

David took her hand and led her to his bedroom, where he turned her back to him and started unzipping her dress. With her bare back exposed, he wrapped his arms around her and started licking her neck. Bridget swooned to his gentle tongue while her dress slipped to the floor. He unclasped her bra, and suddenly, she became self-conscious of her figure -- that she wasn't the woman of her youth.

Bridget spun around, holding onto her bra, and looked at him, and at his eyes, clearly eager to see what she was hiding. She slowly slipped the bra off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, after which she was rewarded by the way he looked at her.

And David was pleased by what he saw. Perhaps her breasts were a bit saggy, but they were full and ever so tempting.

"Gorgeous!" he exclaimed, as his fingers outlined their curves.

Bridget shuddered to both his words and the sensation of his touch. With the way his eyes fixed on her breasts, she felt more desirable than she had in years.

And she realized she was the only one undressed. She unbuttoned his dress shirt, then tossed it aside, finding, to her satisfaction, his lean chest. With David's belt quickly undone, Bridget pulled down his slacks, kneeling as she did so. Doing away with shoes, socks, and slacks, she left him only in his briefs, which failed to hide his growing erection. She pulled them down, exposing what she had been curious to see, while David watched her delight.

With only Bridget's panties left, David pressed her to his bed and removed this last item. Kneeling over her, he paused to drink in Bridget's body. She was curvy, but not overly so. But those full tits beckoned to be made love to.

Bridget took the moment to admire David. He was an Adonis in her eyes. Buff, but not too muscular. Added to his cock at full erection, the epitome of virility. And she found the way he looked over her body, exhilarating.

David let his fingers glide over her curves as he admired her. Up and down, he traced her body with a delicate touch.

He moved to her side where they embraced, and the lovers started to kiss, sensually at first, but with growing passion. David moved to her neck and licked it while she closed her eyes, taking in these erotic sensations. He moved down to her breasts, eager to partake of their lush flesh. His tongue circled a stiff nipple before sucking it into his mouth, while Bridget sighed at the sensation.

Bridget could hardly believe such a young man could be such an adept lover. He seemed to know just how to please her. He languished on her tits, licking and sucking while Bridget looked on, smiling at his clear obsession with her ample breasts, while she ran her fingers through his hair.

She held her breath when he looked at her with those eyes again. They silently told her of his desires. David trailed a path down her body with his tongue, planting kisses occasionally on her soft flesh. Bridget could barely breathe as she knew where he was heading.

David parted her legs, and knelt between them, before letting his hands explore and admire her body again, almost as if worshipping it.

"You are beautiful," he whispered, before bending down and kissing her hips.

Bridget could hardly contain herself as she experienced such sensual attention from such a man. And to be so desirable to him!

David kissed a thigh before working his way closer to his goal, driving Bridget wild with anticipation.

"Oh, God..." she murmured, feeling his warm breath at her entrance.

She shivered as David's tongue parted the curtain to her womanhood. She ran her fingers through his hair as her body squirmed to his exquisite skills. Bridget was in heaven. And more, it was her fantasy coming true; a young lover focused on her pleasure. She wondered if it was all a dream.

But it wasn't, and her arousal was growing. Bridget moaned softly as his tongue pleasured her clit. She raised her hips and grabbed his head as a climax started welling up.

"Oh, fuck! Oh..." she cried out, as David plunged his fingers into her sheath, which added to the furious licking of her clit, sending her to a crushing orgasm.

Her cries went on some time as Bridget lost all sense of time and place in orgasmic bliss.

"Oh my God...!" she laughed, as the climax ebbed.

She looked down at those piercing eyes looking back, which gave her a shiver. His fingers probed her slit once more, causing her to close her eyes, as she drank in these delights. It wasn't long before he was ravaging her clit again while she squirmed in pleasure.

She came again, thrashing about in bliss. She broke out in laughter once more as she came down, having experienced the best orgasms she'd had in years.

"Take a break, Dave!" she laughed, looking at those eyes again.

He kissed her belly before working his way on top of her. She would have happily sucked him off, but she could see he wanted the ultimate a woman could give a man; and she was ready to give it to him.

"Good thing I no longer need birth control," she giggled, as he climbed on top of her.

He kissed her lustily, while she felt his hard shaft at her entrance.

"Yes!" she hissed. "Do it!"

Both gasped as his manhood slowly slid home, lost in this first intimate moment of union. He looked deeply into her eyes as they shared this wonderful first joining.

David started thrusting while Bridget spread her legs, encouraging him to go deeper. He buried his face in her neck as she grabbed his ass, feeling him plunge his cock deeply inside her with growing animalistic lust.

Bridget could feel he was close, and whispered to him, "Yes... Yes..."

David grunted, thrusting his rod deeper and holding it there, as he unleashed his seed into her womb. The feeling of this man cumming inside her sent Bridget over the edge and she came again, clawing his back as both experienced the joy of a mutual orgasm.

Another grunt and another thrust; followed by still more. Bridget sensed she was receiving quite a load, which only increased her own pleasure.

His thrusts stopped, and with his face still in her neck, he panted as Bridget caressed him. Neither could say anything in the aftermath of such a glorious first time. Finally, he looked into her eyes, smiling. Again, that look! That and feeling his cock and his seed still inside her made Bridget's heart race.

"I confess, I've long had a fantasy of making love to an older woman. Someone like you, the type of woman I find, oh... irresistible. I can't explain it, I just do. And now..." he said quietly, before giving her a tender kiss.

Bridget wrapped her arms around him, feeling this stunning man's body.

"Confession time, I guess," she started. "I've long had a fantasy of my own. Having a young lover. But I never expected it to actually happen. I could never imagine a young man who would be attracted to me enough and be a good lover. That is, until now."

He rested his head back into her neck as she caressed him, neither wanting to break this first union. Finally, he rolled off of her, his cum dripping from her slit. Bridget looked at him sultrily and scooped up some of his cum from her well-used sheath, then tasted him as she licked it off her fingers. She wanted to show him her secret self, a woman unafraid of unbridled sex.

David took her in his arms and held her close, as she enjoyed the feeling of his nude body next to hers. After a kiss, his hands started exploring Bridget's body, paying particular attention to her breasts.

"You like my tits, it seems."

"What's not to like?"

"Dave, these aren't the breasts of a young chick. Funny, those cute things with their firm tits! Half of which I think are fake."

"I like yours; soft and natural, and very suckable."

To make his point, he leaned over and started sucking on a nipple.

"You can suck on my tits anytime," Bridget sighed.

When she saw just how into sucking on her breast David was, she straddled his torso and offered up her pendulous orbs.

"Fuck, yes! Suck on them!" she exclaimed, as he latched on enthusiastically.

"I've become a bit embarrassed as I've gotten older. But the way you go after them..." Bridget continued.

David paused from making love to them, and said, "They are perfect. Plenty to love. And so soft."

He latched on to a nipple again as Bridget smiled, pleased to know her breasts were so desirable.

But after some time, and knowing she had been on the receiving end of the day's attention, she wanted her share of giving, and to show him she knew how to please.

Bridget moved next to his semi-hard cock and held it up as if inspecting it. It was her chance to get a good look at his manhood, and she liked what she saw. She licked it a few times before letting it slide past her lips while eyeing him to make sure he enjoyed the show. She was pleased to see David take a deep breath, when she started bobbing on his growing erection.

Bridget was rewarded by the sound of David's moans as she sucked on his cock, relishing the excitement of arousing the passion of this young man. She lavished attention to his manhood, slowly sucking on it, or licking its length, as she looked at him sultrily.

The pleasure of making love to such a handsome young man, added to his clear desire for her, fired up Bridget's passion in a way it hadn't been for years.

She paused again, to look over his rock-hard erection, pleased with the virility of this young man, and knowing it was because of her. She wanted to feel him inside her again, and to take control.

Bridget straddled his cock. And as he looked into her lust-filled eyes, she slowly lowered herself on his cock, feeling every inch of it slide in.

Feeling him buried to the hilt, she took a deep breath, while the smoldering look he gave her added to the whole. She started rocking on David, as his hands explored the curves of her body. They settled on her breasts and mashed them, while she rode him faster. She looked down at him again and shivered to the look in his eyes.

It was all too much, and she closed her eyes, settling for feeling her body being made love to. Then, she felt his thumb at her sensitive clit and jolted before moaning with growing passion. An orgasm followed, and she leaned down and kissed him hard as she came, with David pounding her harder.

"Oh, fuck...!" she sighed, as the orgasm ebbed, only to shudder again as he continued to fuck her relentlessly.

"Yes! Just fuck me!" she gasped.

In his passion, David could do no less, thrusting his cock in and out while Bridget buried her face in his neck, enjoying the moment. The feeling of him pounding her, and his body pressed to hers, sent Bridget over the edge to another orgasm.

She was whimpering in delight while that climax ebbed, as David eased his pace. With his hands caressing her back, and his hard cock still inside her, Bridget was in bliss. She could have stayed in this position the rest of the night, but David rolled her over, planning a new position.

David moved her to all fours, while he mounted her from behind. She sighed with delight at feeling his rod plunge deeply into her core once more. As he resumed pounding her, Bridget felt his hands cup her pendulous breasts. She buried her face in his pillow and simply enjoyed the pleasure of this hot man fucking her. They fucked and fucked, with Bridget moaning deliriously and with time, David's relentless pounding of her lovebox drove her to another climax.

She had barely finished cumming when David rolled her to her side and spooned her, then lifted her leg and pressed his cock at her entrance. She threw her head back at the pleasure of feeling his cock sliding into her yet again.

"You are so sexy!" David whispered in her ear, while his hand groped a luscious breast.

He turned her face to him and kissed her sensually, all the while fucking her slowly. Bridget, overwhelmed with passion, could barely control her breathing as he continued at this slow pace. They kissed and fucked in leisure, while both lost track of everything but their erotic union.

David's pace quickened, and Bridget, delirious with lust, could feel he was about to cum.

"Oh, fuck... Yes...! Yes...! Fuck, cum in me!" she cried out.

This passionate woman, begging for his seed was too much for David. With grunts, he thrust his cock deeper while he unleashed his sperm inside her.

Bridget whimpered on feeling his cum filling her womb, before shuddering to another orgasm. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him sloppily, as they shared this intimate moment.

He thrust several more times as he emptied his load inside her. Then, they looked at each other breathlessly before sharing a tender kiss.

"Oh my God! Dave! I haven't felt like this in years!"

David, caressing her face, replied, "A woman like you deserves such attention."

Bridget nuzzled her face in his neck, trying to hide the whirl of emotions she was feeling. In one night, he had seduced her, and given her the most exquisite night of lovemaking she could recall. And he was her youngest son's age! It was all too much to take in, so she settled on feeling his body next to hers, as they enjoyed this post-coital moment.

"Stay the night?" he asked, hopefully.

Bridget had no desire to leave, and the thought of sleeping next to this lovely young man was inducement enough.

David offered up his bathroom, then the two settled into bed together, with Bridget snuggling closely to him as he held her.

"Dave, my God. You are my son's age! Yet here we are."

"All I know is, I have a beautiful woman in my bed."

To make this point, David kissed her tenderly, then looked into her eyes, trying to express his appreciation of her. It only served to give Bridget a shudder.

As he spooned her and held her close, Bridget was consumed by her feelings for this caring, passionate man. Her mind tried to gaze into the future, but feeling his warm embrace as they drifted off to sleep grounded her in the present.

***

Bridget woke up Saturday morning with a vague notion she was not in her own bed. Memories of the previous night's passion flooded her mind, and she smiled, realizing it had not been a dream.

She turned to find David still sleeping, and blissfully in her eyes. She could not believe such a man, almost thirty years younger than her, could be attracted to her. Yet here he was. Her mind replayed every praise he spoke of her the day before. Still, she wondered how long before he would tire of an older woman.

As she admired her lover, she resolved to enjoy what each day offered.

David opened his eyes and gazed at her with that look that struck her very soul.

"Morning," he whispered.

"Morning," she replied, with a gentle kiss.

David wrapped his arms around her, extending the kiss.

"I thought you'd be tired after last night," Bridget teased.

"Not with a woman like you," he replied, pulling her lips to his.

"Why don't we save it for tonight. Unless this is some one-night stand?" she asked.

David wrapped her in his arms and replied, "No, I want to see you again. You can't get rid of me so easily."

Bridget rested her head on his chest, and added, "I have no intention of getting rid of you. Rather, I wonder how soon you'll tire of me."

Bridget looked at him, realizing her comment was wrong.

"Sorry, just... I guess you have a way of..." she trailed off, not knowing how to express her feelings at that moment.

David simply held her, aware, perhaps for the first time, of how vulnerable a woman she was. He didn't know how to respond. He only knew, in that moment, he had strong feelings for her.

"You mentioned tonight," he finally responded.

Bridget returned her head to his chest, a finger idly tracing his taut body.

"Yes, my turn to treat you to dinner. Meet me at my place. That is, if your male ego can handle being treated out by a woman."

"Oh, I can handle it," he teased, before turning his lips to hers and giving her a tender kiss. It was the kind of kiss that sent Bridget's mind spinning.

"Come!" she admonished him, "I need some coffee."

They showered together. Then, she used his dress shirt as a nightgown.

"Damn! You look so sexy like that!" he said, his eyes drinking in her figure outlined by his shirt.

His words, and the way he looked at her, sent her ego sailing. She walked up to him with a sultry look, then gave him her best, sensual kiss. She resolved right then, the relationship may end someday, but she was determined to have this one last fling with a passionate young man. And for as long as she could.

Over coffee, they teased each other with their eyes, Bridget blushing with the way he kept looking at her. His gentle suggestions to return to bed were rebuffed. Instead, she sat in his lap and, wrapping her arms around his neck, advised patience.

"I want you in my bed, tonight," she purred, feeling a growing sense of power over his passion that thrilled her.

He acquiesced with a kiss and a promise to see her that night.

They dressed, and David saw her to her car, confirming their get-together that evening.

After a passionate kiss, she drove off, still dazed by the events of the last night. And she resolved to show him she could give pleasure as well.

***

At the arranged time, David pulled into her driveway and found a house much nicer than he'd expected-- modern and private.

He was greeted at the door by Bridget, who was dressed to the nines. She kissed him tenderly, then received a warm hug from him.

David gave her a good looking over, with Bridget pleased at the look in his eyes. She wore a dress that tastefully complemented her, as well as her generous cleavage that she hoped, would keep his eyes occupied over the course of the evening.

"Beautiful!" he simply said, as he drank her in.

"You look pretty good, yourself," she replied, with a wry smile. "Could have stepped out of a men's fashion magazine."

She invited him in, where he got a brief tour of the house.

"Quite a place," he complimented her.

"I told you I live quite comfortably. What did you think that meant?"

"I didn't realize you were wealthy," he quipped.

Bridget laughed. "No. I don't consider myself wealthy. Affluent, perhaps. I don't need to work, and I have the freedom to do as I please."

"The freedom to have a young lover?" he teased.

The thought surprised her, a second before putting her arms around him with a sly look.

"Are you my young lover? I do like that idea," she purred.

He answered with a long, sensual kiss.

They headed out to her car, where David held the door for her.

"Quite the gentleman," she teased.

"I know how to treat a lady," he retorted.

They headed to the trendy fusion restaurant she had chosen. Inside, they were shown an out-of-the-way table for two before ordering wine. As they waited for the food to arrive, they chatted some, gazing at each other, like smitten lovers. Bridget found it hard to believe this hot, young man could be so taken with her. Yet there he was, giving her an adoring look.

Her hand was on the table, and he reached over, his finger tracing the back of her hand lightly. He seemed to know just what little gestures got to Bridget. Just then, the server arrived with the food; she looked at his hand on hers, then turned to Bridget, and looking over her ample cleavage, arched an eyebrow while flashing a wry smile.

Over dinner, they learned a bit more about each other, including her finding out David was an avid hiker. While she liked nature walks, she was not as serious a hiker as he was.

With dinner over, the server arrived to thank them.

"Enjoy the rest of your evening," she said, giving Bridget a knowing look.

Barely inside her home, the two embraced, kissing passionately. Only a day had passed since they had first made love, but both were eager for more.

Bridget led him to her sofa, where she dispensed with his sports coat, then let her hand stroke his buff chest. David resumed kissing her, giving her plenty of tongue, to which she reciprocated. She unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, then took a moment to admire his body. She didn't have much time to do so, as David turned her around. With one arm around her waist, he kissed Bridget's neck, while the other hand sought the zipper of her dress.

She took a breath and froze as she felt David's lips at the crook of her neck. With her dressed unzipped, he slipped it off her, letting it fall to her feet. She kicked it aside along with her heels, as David dispensed with her bra. Only her panties were left and as he slid them off, he licked his way down her body as well, ending at her thigh.

But Bridget wanted to take the lead, and then pulling him to his feet, undid his belt as he kicked off his shoes. She pulled down his pants, then pushed him to sit on the sofa to finish the job. His pants were tossed aside, then came his briefs, revealing his hard cock, clearly eager for her.

Bridget straddled David's lap and putting her arms around him, kissed him hard, while she ground her slit on his manhood. He liked this new aggressiveness in her, feeling she was freeing her hidden sexuality. She offered a tit, which he latched on to eagerly. Bridget enjoyed this attention to her breasts, maybe even more than he seemed to be enjoying sucking and licking them.

When Bridget felt he had enough tit play, she slid off his lap, ready to show David her true skills. She knelt between his legs and took hold of his glorious erection. She looked into his eyes as she brought her tongue to the tip of his cock. David took a deep breath, as he looked at Bridget while her tongue traced the length of his manhood. Up and back down again, she continued licking it as her eyes remained on his.

"Fuck... Bridget..." he moaned, as his cock slid past her velvety lips.

She bobbed on him slowly, while his hands stroked her hair. And she continued slowly. She liked feeling his cock in her mouth. And more, she enjoyed giving him pleasure, more than any man she had ever pleasured. She cupped his sack and paused occasionally to give his shaft a tongue bath.

Minutes passed, and Bridget, who at first wanted to reciprocate the pussy eating she had gotten the night before, found herself eager to taste him. Her pace increased as his hips started bucking.

"Fuuuuck... Bridget, I'm going to cum at this rate!"

That merely signaled to her to double her efforts. She sucked on him furiously, until she felt his manhood start to throb. His groan was followed by the first wad of cum splashing inside her mouth. Another followed as she swallowed spurt after spurt of his seed.

"God! Bridget...!" he mumbled, when his load was spent.

David caressed her head as she continued making love to his cock as he came down from that blowjob.

"I bet you didn't expect such skills from a grandmother," Bridget teased, as she licked the cum off her lips.

"Fuck! Grandmother is the last word I'd use to describe you."

He watched her as she continued loving his cock, kissing it and rubbing it on her face, while she continued looking at him lustily.

David was eager to return the pleasure and lay out on the sofa.

"Sit on my face!" he beckoned.

Bridget happily accepted, and straddling his head, offered her womanhood to his awaiting mouth. She closed her eyes while a grin formed on her face, as his tongue parted the curtains to her inner sanctum.

"Fuck... David... Damn, you know how to... Oh...!"

He was giving her pussy his very best, while his hands caressed her curves. There was something about Bridget that made him want to please her. Just seeing her so turned on was in itself a pleasure.

Minutes passed, as Bridget's arousal grew. And still, David pleasured her relentlessly. She looked down at those sultry eyes peering back from between her legs. That, and the tongue-lashing her clit was receiving hit Bridget hard. She braced herself on the sofa back, while her body convulsed in ecstasy.

He eased up a bit as she came down, but still lapped at her soaking pussy. She looked down at him again and shuddered. 'He's so fucking hot!' she thought.

She reached back and felt David's erection was ready for more action.

"Damn, this cock of yours! Does it ever give up?"

"Not with the right woman," he smiled, as his hands grabbed her breasts.

Bridget moved down, and straddling his cock, let it slip deeply inside her. She looked at him, wanting to see the reaction on his face as his manhood was enveloped by her sheath. And she was rewarded by the look on his face. To be so desired by a man like him was exhilarating.

She rode him as his hands mashed her pendulous orbs. She had forgotten how much she liked breast play. And to have him so attracted to her tits was a bonus.

They fucked with growing passion, as his hands continued to explore her body. Her ardor reached the breaking point, and leaning down, she kissed David ravenously. He pounded her slit hard as he felt her body tremble to the oncoming orgasm. She moaned into his mouth as she came, her body convulsing.

She had barely finished cumming when he moved her to kneel on the sofa and lean against the sofa back. Bridget moaned in delight as his cock plunged into her core. David fucked her hard, while taking time to lick her neck or fondle her swaying tits occasionally.

With his fingers working her clit, another orgasm washed over her, and she buried her face in the sofa back as she came.

"Fuck! Dave..." she gasped, when it passed.

She wanted to face him when he came, and had him sit on the sofa. She impaled herself on his cock, then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. To feel their arms around each other was wonderful, and Bridget could have spent the rest of the day in this position. But she could feel he was in need of release and rode him harder, while looking him in the eyes.

"Yes... Yes... Give it to me!" she whispered in his ear.

He started bucking his hips as she continued looking at him. David closed his eyes and started grunting. Bridget could feel him cumming inside her. It was too much, and the orgasm hit her while the two tightly held each other sharing another mutual orgasm.

The climaxes passed with the lovers still holding each other in bliss.

"David... God! No lover has made me feel like you do," she whispered, before laughing, "Or made me cum so much!"

She kissed him lovingly, and enjoyed the feeling of her body in his arms.

"A woman like you deserves it," he replied, with a kiss.

"Oh, you know how to flatter!" she teased.

They shared a long, tender kiss before she rested her head on his shoulder and enjoyed his tender caresses. And she enjoyed feeling him still inside her -- his seed inside her.

"I haven't even seen your boudoir yet," he smiled.

"What were you thinking?" she asked.

"To lie with you in my arms before making love to you again."

"Oh God! A young lover!" she laughed.

Bridget climbed off of him, and eyeing David's cum-covered manhood, leaned down and licked it clean.

She took his hand and led him to her bedroom, then lay out on the bed as an offering to him. David lay next to her, and for the next hour, they cuddled and kissed. Bridget was lost in his embrace, the feeling of his lean body next to hers, and his hand gliding gossamer-like over her skin.

But passions rose again, and Bridget started fingering his cock, feeling it revive to her touch. She moved down and sucked on it, as this virile man's passion returned to life. Soon, they were fucking again, exploring different positions for an hour; 'Or was it more?' she wondered, with her mind lost to more orgasms.

They ended in missionary position, where David fucked her slowly as they shared kisses. Eventually, his thrusts quickened, and Bridget knew she was about to receive his seed once more. He planted his face in her neck while he took deep thrusts, planting his sperm in her womb.

His cumming inside her set off one more orgasm in Bridget and she clawed his ass, encouraging him to drive his cum ever deeper.

Bridget started laughing when it was over.

David propped himself up at the head of the bed, then pulled Bridget to lean back on him. Enveloped in his arms, Bridget was feeling very good right then. A passionate evening with a beautiful young lover, who was so attentive to her-- it was beyond her dreams.

"Dave, it may sound silly, but I still can't believe a man like you is in my bed," Bridget started.

David let his hand wander over her body before it settled on cupping a generous breast.

"What? Beside the fact that you're so sexy?"

"Well... yes. You couldn't have known that when we met."

"I don't know. When I first saw you, I had a sense... something about you exuded a certain sensuality. I could just feel it. And well, in two days I think I was correct. You are a sensual woman... And sexy as hell."

He capped it by bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it.

"Twenty-six! My ex was never as attentive to me as you are. Fuck! I've never had so many orgasms in one night!" she laughed.

David kissed her neck, then replied, "And many more nights like this, I hope."

Bridget pressed his hand to her cheek.

"You have all the right words, don't you. How many hearts have you broken?"

"Ha! You overestimate me. I dunno. Met some nice women. Some, almost as hot in bed as you are. But there was no... chemistry, I guess."

He didn't say it outright, but the question of a chemistry between them played in her mind.

"Well, I have to be on guard. You'll tire of me someday, if not soon," she teased him, trying to make light of her feelings just then.

David held her tightly, and replied, "Bridget... I don't know. I won't lie to you. I don't know where this is headed. I just... I just like feeling you in my arms right now. I don't want it to end."

He licked her neck, before adding, "And I like making passionate love to you."

She thought it was just as well he couldn't see her face. 'Everything about him seems perfect, too perfect! An attentive lover, sensual, kind, and a way with words.'

"Yes, one thing I ask-- be honest with me," she asked.

He hugged her again, then, they prepared for bed, with Bridget quite happy to share it with such a lover.

***

The next morning, Bridget awoke to a gentle hand caressing her back, and memories of the previous night flooded back with warm feelings.

"Mmm... a lovely way to wake up," she purred.

"Almost as lovely as your skin," he whispered.

She just lay there for a while, drinking in his sensual touch. Finally, she turned to her lover and pulled his lips to hers. David took advantage of the moment and fondled a luscious tit before letting his hand slip between her thighs.

Mmm... Dave! Didn't you get enough last night?"

"I can't help it if you are so fucking hot!"

He started sucking on a nipple as his fingers probed her entrance. 'The endurance of a twenty-something man,' she thought. Still, he seemed insatiable, and for her!

Bridget held his cock and started stroking it, feeling him getting hard in her hand. His fingers continued working her pussy until she was quite wet.

"You want to fuck me then?" she teased, straddling his erection.

Both sighed as they felt each other in union once more. She rode him wildly as she felt his passion rising. David took a hold of her hips and started bucking his own, then closed his eyes when he came. Bridget could feel it; her womb being filled with his seed. She didn't cum, herself, but the feeling of his sperm inside her was satisfaction enough.

She fell to his chest, laughing, "What a fucking lover I have!"

"Am I your lover?" he teased.

"Oh, I hope so... I fucking hope so!"

David wrapped her in his arms as she lay on top of him. Bridget's emotions were all over the place. She tried to tame them. But feeling this handsome man's cum inside her made it a futile effort.

After a luxurious shower together, they enjoyed breakfast, with Bridget insisting he only wear his briefs, giving her the pleasure of admiring him. She, in turn, put on her sexiest cover. Over breakfast, a plan was set to stroll the park and look at art exhibits.

They walked, with Bridget self-conscious about being with this young man at first. But those feelings were vanquished as he took her hand, and soon, she openly took his arm as they strolled about, quite aware of the women glancing at her, and she suspected, with envy.

Sunday evening, they said goodbye. He had a busy work week ahead, so they planned to meet Friday, with Bridget promising to cook dinner.

***

Friday, David arrived with a good bottle of wine while Bridget went to town preparing dinner. If the way to a man's heart was through his stomach, she planned to show off her culinary skill. And after, he returned to her bed to show off his pussy-eating skills, and where they shared a passionate night... and morning.

Sunday, he suggested a hike in the foothills, which she gamely accepted.

Over the ensuing weeks, David spent the weekends -- and some weeknights -- in Bridget's home, and bed, while more and more of his clothes ended up in her closet.

And rather than tiring of her, Bridget found their bond growing. She still found it hard to believe a young man like David could remain attracted to her, yet here he was making passionate love to her. And it was becoming hard to fight off her heart's desire to fall in love with him.

One Friday, after another night of passionate fucking, Bridget lay in her lover's arms, feeling quite content.

"There's a chamber music concert next Friday, all Brahms. I'd like to treat my lover," she suggested.

"I like Brahms. And a date with a beautiful woman? I like that," he replied, sealing it with a kiss.

The next Friday, Bridget dressed well. She had friends who attended these concerts. And she was feeling brazen enough to show off her companion, thrilled to let them wonder about their relationship. David soon arrived, dressed in jacket and tie, and the perfect eye candy to her.

"Damn, you are a gorgeous date!" she told him with a kiss.

"If I am, a woman like you deserves it."

She said nothing, and instead, blushed like a schoolgirl at the compliment.

As they arrived at the concert hall, Bridget took her lover's arm, unafraid to be seen with this handsome young man. They took their seats, and as the performance began, David placed his hand over Bridget's, giving her a satisfying feeling.

At intermission, David offered to fetch some wine from the concessionaire. And as she waited, she heard a familiar voice call out.

"Bridget!"

She turned to find her friend Megan, approaching.

"Megan! Been so long!"

"Bridget!" Megan repeated, with a hug. "Enjoying the concert?"

"Oh, yes," Bridget replied.

Bridget could see Megan was eyeing David as he approached with two glasses of wine.

"So, uh... who's your companion?"

"Ah, well... A friend, let's just say," Bridget replied, with a smirk.

David arrived by this time and offered a glass to Bridget.

"David, meet Megan, a dear friend."

David flashed his best smile while Megan sized him up approvingly.

"Bridget tells me you're a friend. So, uh, how long have you two known each other?" Megan asked, giving this young man a long look.

"Oh, uh... how long has it been, Bridget, six weeks, I guess."

David could see the game Bridget was playing and handled it with equal ambiguity. He left it to her to reveal the extent of their relationship.

Bridget changed the subject. "How is Richard?"

"Rich? Oh, same old husband. Over there, talking to business associates... or something. But Bridget, it's been so long. Come over for a chat and drinks. How about tomorrow?"

Bridget was more interested in spending her day with her lover and suggested Monday.

"Yes!" Megan replied, "Four, say?"

With the bell calling the start of the second half, they parted, with Bridget settling in her seat, satisfied in knowing at least one friend was burning with curiosity.

Back home, Bridget and David settled into bed, where Bridget gave him a great blowjob as reward for being her arm-candy for the evening. Next, she received her reward as David ate her out to several orgasms. Finally, they settled into him spooning her where he fucked her slowly as his hands caressed every part of her body in reach.

"Fuck! Dave..." she moaned, as his fingers brushed her clit.

Their passions rose as one, until Bridget cried out to a glorious climax. And David soon followed, groaning as he flooded her womb with cum.

"I like making you cum," he whispered in her ear when it was over, his hand cupping a tit.

"Oh God! Dave... What you do to me!" she replied, breathlessly.

"Fuck! Good thing I'm past childbearing. Otherwise, I'd be wanting your baby!"

"Damn! That's the hottest thing any woman has said to me!" he replied.

Bridget turned to him, and pulling his head to hers, gave him a loving kiss. She told herself it was just passion... lust! Anything to deny she was falling in love with him. She knew it would just make it harder when the end came.

And Sunday, after a leisurely breakfast, Bridget found David was ready to return to bed, where she found herself happily the object of his passion, until he finally headed home to prepare for the week.

***

Monday, Bridget arrived at Megan's home. It was quite a place. Her husband Richard was a corporate lawyer and did well.

"Bridget! Come in!"

After some hugs, the women walked out to the patio, where wine and glasses awaited.

"Unless you want something stronger."

Bridget preferred the wine, and the two women settled into lounge chairs to enjoy the afternoon sun and the wine. The women caught up on their lives, with Megan talking about her daughter's progress in college, and Bridget talking about her first grandchild.

"She's two months old now. Going out soon for a visit," Bridget beamed.

But Megan wanted the details on Bridget's 'friend' and Bridget knew it.

"This, uh, friend of yours...?" Megan started.

"David? Yes?"

"Bridget! How long have we known each other? Come on. A friend?"

Bridget prevaricated, "Nice wine." And after a sip, continued, "And what do you want to know?"

"Damn you, girl! You really expect me to believe a guy like him is just a friend?"

After letting the question linger a bit, Bridget replied, "You want to know if he is my lover. Well, yes, he is. And a fabulous one at that!"

Bridget took another sip of wine to let the point sink in.

"A good lover?" Megan asked.

"Good!? The best fuck I've ever had! Oh God! So attentive. I think I've cum more times in the last month or so, than the rest of my life!"

Megan looked at her dumbstruck.

"Megan! Is he a great fuck! Seems he has a thing for older women. Oh, I hit the jackpot! Can he eat pussy! And fuck all night. I confess, I've long fantasized about a young plaything. But I could never imagine really finding one. I just wonder sometimes, why me?"

"Bridget! You are a hot item. I know women ten years younger than you who'd die to have your body."

Bridget returned to praising her lover before savoring her wine.

"I recall you and I had some fun times together," Megan said, with a wry look. "How long ago was it?"

Bridget took a swig of wine and turned to her. "Megan, yes... it was fun. But I recall, as my marriage was breaking up, you decided to stick with Richard. Yeah, could have been fun, two women living out their days as lesbians. But you made your choice. And I will say, you were a great lover."

Bridget continued, "And don't think that I don't see what you are after. I have a handsome young lover, and you'd like a piece of him. But no! This may be my last fling. He's mine."

"Can't blame a girl for trying?" Megan smiled, sheepishly.

"I'm going to hang on to him as long as I can," Bridget added.

Megan looked at her.

"Oh, come on, Meg! I know this can't last. A young guy like him? No. Someday, his attentions will change. Some cute twenty-something. I just have to accept it when it happens. Until then, I want him fucking my brains out as often as possible."

They wrapped up the conversation and Megan hugged her friend, both appreciating her love life, and the fate Bridget felt hung over her.

"I'm here for you girl. Anytime," Megan said, as Bridget walked to her car.

Later that day, David arrived home from work to find he was going to have a new neighbor. He watched as some furniture arrived then peered in, finding a lovely young blonde arranging things.

"You must be my new neighbor," David said, flashing his warm smile.

The young woman looked up and smiled at the shadow standing in her doorway.

As he approached, the young woman got a better look at him and the smile grew on her face.

"Yes. Got a job here. A lot to do," the woman said.

"Oh, I'm Lauren," she added, offering her hand as she walked up to him.

"David. Uh, call me Dave." He smiled.

"I'll let you get back to work. Well, if you need anything..." David smiled, before turning back to his apartment.

Lauren looked him over, as she watched him walk away. 'Picked the right apartment,' she thought to herself.

--To be continued.

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