An Older Woman & Younger Man

She is a mature woman in her 50s. Her short auburn hair is styled in a shoulder-length bob cut. She has an oval-shaped face, a mildly curved chin, and a long neck. Pink petal shaped lips, cupids bow on the upper lip, teardrop curve on the lower lip. A button nose with a straight ridge with a very slight flare to her nostrils. Her eyes have a grey/blue outer rim, light green middle, and a sharp amber/gold circle around the pupils. She has a distinct freckle sitting in the rim of the green of her left eye.

Her full-figured body has curves, the shape of a woman who had several children. She has the pale skin of her Celtic and Nordic ancestors. This is offset by the freckles, some of which are in places that only a lover would find. She has natural, full breasts that make for a nice handful. And she's got a round bottom perched on top of thick thighs.

He is a young man in his early 30s. Curly light ginger colored hair on his head. His piercing baby blue eyes with a sexy little twinkle in them. Sporting a beard on his face, that surrounds his boyish grin. He appears to have an average build, which is being hidden by the shirt and pants he is wearing. His hands look like they might be strong.

They were seated at a table across from each other at a lifestyle gathering. She could feel him watching her, taking her in. When she looked directly at him, she felt like he was going to devour her. It made her feel warm all over, and she noticed the heat growing between her thighs. She had not dressed provocatively; she'd gone with a casual blouse and jeans. But he couldn't seem to stop looking at her.

He engaged in conversation with her, nothing too deep. He asked her how her food was, and they made small talk. Both talked to the other people at the table, several different conversations going on at once. But they kept coming back to each other, smiling, looking into each other's eyes. There might be something there, the only question was whether or not either of them would act on it or not.

At the end of the evening the group had gradually become smaller as people left. When she said it was time for her to go, he offered to walk her out. They exchanged contact information, and said it had been a nice evening. They stood outside for just a moment, saying good night. She gave him a quick hug before going their separate ways.

When she got home, she got undressed, took a shower, washed her face, and crawled into bed. As she lay there, her mind kept going to the young man who'd been sitting across from her earlier. He was sweet and kind, and she could tell he was a little shy. But the thoughts she was having about him were anything but innocent. The heat grew between her thighs again, lying there with him on her mind.

It has been a long time since a man had actually touched her. Initially it had been by choice. As a married woman who took her vows seriously, even when her husband had not stayed true to them. Then when her divorce was finalized, the world had shut down due to Covid. Over the last several years, it had just been a matter of not having found someone she felt comfortable with.

But something had sparked earlier, while she'd been sitting across from this young man. As she lay there, she found herself wishing he was next to her in her bed. Those beautiful eyes looking at her. Those lips kissing her. Those hands touching her skin. She thought of him exploring her naked body, and her exploring his as well.

She let her own hands touch where she wanted him to touch her. Fingertips skimming over her skin causing goosebumps in their wake. Hands cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. Running down across her stomach, her hips, and then between her thighs. Surprised by just how wet she found herself, she closed her eyes and imagined him there.

Would he have undressed her, or just watched her do it? Would he have washed her body in the shower? How would he feel lying next to her naked body? Would he be the shy young man who had been sitting across from her? Or would he be the man whose eyes looked like he was ready to have her for dessert?

She thought he might start off with the innocence of his boyish grin. And then take on a more primal hunger, as she'd seen in his eyes. That suited her just fine. She liked the idea of starting slow, letting the fire simmer and build up. She wanted a lover who would take his time initially.

Once things started to heat up, she'd let him know that she wanted to see that hunger in his eyes again. She felt the ache of wanting a man who clearly wanted her. She touched herself the way she wanted him to touch her. And her body reached a sweet release when she finally came. Face flushed, body tingling, mind curious, she started to fall asleep.