Why do I Love Bedding A Younger Guy?
The thing about being the older woman, is getting over yourself!
Younger men don’t care about your stretch marks, your less than taut skin, soft tits or the freckles. Well no, that’s not true, they do care.
And that’s the point!
With this modern day social media obsession with botox, pumped lips and solid tit implants, guys are missing snuggling up with real soft women. We fill that need gap.
Tits that wobble when a guy grabs hold. Butt cheeks that pink or even bruise as they pummel it with their fingers. Stomachs that move in a luscious responsive wiggle, not a six-pack. They want it all.
How do I know?
Because right now, a guy half my age is pouring me wine, in bed. The love-track music is playing, the Egyptian cotton sheets are soft and pressed, the music is low and seductive and I’m just about to fuck his ass off.
We met through a friend.
Well, when I say that. He’s the son of a friend.
She invited me round to show off her their new kitchen extension. He walked in and made us a coffee.
Home from university, happy to saunter around barefoot, almost free of his maternal apron strings, but happy to empty the fridge. He looked at me and I noticed the blush of his cheeks when I caught him glance at my tits.
Whilst his mother trailed her hand over marble kitchen counters and the ugliest over-priced cabinet knobs I’ve ever seen, I ogled his tight ass. Muscles and beautifully honed sinews wrapped up in jeans that hung teasingly loose. His six-pack hidden until he reached up for a coffee mug when I got a delicious glimpse of muscle and tight curly hair. My turn to lick my lips, another blush, a half-smile. His mother moving on to the sink and hose tap.
Fast forward a week and here we are.
My fingers trailing down that delicious line of hair to his cock. Thick, musky and swelling as I stroke a long, professionally painted fingernail over his wet, lickable slit.
I put down the glass, move to kneel between his legs and take his cock in my mouth. He wraps his fingers in my hair, twisting it tight as I suck and wank him to a solid hard on. My nails digging into his soft inner thighs before teasing his full balls, rolling them in my palm as his cock hammers into my cheek.
His moan tells me I’m getting it right as I press my finger end on his asshole.
He shuffles down the bed so I can play with his balls, and he can palm my tits. His fingers twist and pinch my nipples. Tender at first, he soon senses my encouragement and gropes with a cruel fascination as I suckle on his cock.
Once I have him rock hard and pumping, I drop him from my lips and straddle him. He torments my tits as I squat over his cock. I fist his length and lower to take him in, just an inch, then move off again, hover in the direct eye contact teasing way I love.
Many young women are still uncomfortable with eye contact whilst mid-passion. I know I was. I’m not now. With experience comes confidence, maturity and my don’t give a fuck attitude.
He watches me, eyes scanning from mine to my tits to my hand and back. My young lover licks his lips when I play with my clit. Circling it with a wet finger, as I lower myself onto his hard cock again. Each time I go lower until he fills me.
Then he takes over control. Grips my hips.
I lean forward so he can bite my tender nipples. He mumbles how he adores the warm, soft skin against his lips.
I told you. Trust me. Guys love bodies that respond to their touch. That move, wrinkle and wriggle.
He trails his nails down my stomach and watches as it twitches for him. I slide on his thighs in response to his grip. I’m fucking him, but he’s controlling the pace. For now.
I hold his head tight against me, moan in pain and desire as he chews on my tits, grips them in greedy fists. My hips bucking in faster and harder thrusts, his cock filling me, stretching my pussy. I lean back, forcing his mouth from my tits. Arching my back, I watch him bite his bottom lip as his fingers scrape over my stomach, trace stretch marks and my caesarean scar before pressing on my clit.
We both buck and writhe until we know we can’t hold back a moment longer.
I grab his head, push my tits in his face, demand his teeth stretch a nipple.
He swears loudly as I squeeze his balls, press a finger on his asshole, and tighten my pussy around his throbbing cock. He shoots his load.
Deep and thick inside me. I buck and come in response. Wet slaps of skin on skin, the stench of sex heavy in the air. We hammer against each other until we can’t do anything other than collapse in a heap of hot sweat and heavy limbs.
So what do I get from going with a younger guy?
Apart from fun and enthusiasm?
Well, fuck me!
Who wouldn’t want a bed buddy who cups my soft tits, kisses me with puppylike joy and a smile and is ready to go again before I get my breath back?
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Nice job Daisy, the primary source of my sexual education was an older woman. I have thanked her my whole life, for so much sex,