I was enjoying being with this delightful young man just as much in real life as
I had online. Dinner at a restaurant had seemed a safe way to meet and that had
proven to be true, maybe too true. We had chatted away like old friends without
so much as a hint of sexual attraction for the past hour and I found it
refreshing, melting away the fifteen years I had on him. We talked of novels and
music, people and careers, sports and TV, and all manner of subjects until two
emotions crept into my consciousness. One was fear, as I began to doubt that he
had a more-than-casual interest in me. Had all the words typed so romantically
and erotically dissolved under the reality of appearances? In his eyes was I no
longer a sexually charged older woman, now just a pathetic old woman wishing it
were otherwise? The other emotion was excitement as I realized that no matter
what Richard was feeling, I had a strong interest in fucking him that night.
Underlying the platonic safety of this conversation was a heat that I wanted to
quench. He had done nothing to indicate what he wanted from me in our first real
meeting after two years of cyber-involvement.

He obviously liked me, I thought as we shared a laugh. He looked into my eyes,
chatted with clear enjoyment of my company, and smiled easily. Could this be a
sort of shyness? Or a defense? Should I respect his friendly distance or
challenge it? He was married, and so was I. Perhaps I should just wait him out
until he dropped me off. Could he say good-bye after such a wonderful dinner
without a kiss? Kisses melted Richard online and I knew my mouth would please him
better now. If we kissed.....I retrieved my attention on our conversation.

We watched another couple--god, were we a couple?--at a distant table, and played
the game of creating their conversation. They were middle aged and looked frumpy,
so we played up this Ozzie and Harriet relationship until we almost rolled on the
floor. I felt tears in my eyes as our eyes met, hoping my make-up held and that
my laugh lines were not too distinct. His eyes crinkled deeply and I loved it;
these were eyes that had enjoyed life thoroughly for their thirty-five years. We
certainly had the attention of the other diners when we finally settled down! I
spotted a pair of lovers in a dark booth, sitting close together, and wondered if
we could take a stab at that conversation, but our table was in the middle under
a light, not too conducive to seduction or romance of any kind.

Our conversation settled into a warm contented silence so full that words were
unnecessary. As I watched him, I noted the details of the way his hands
manipulated his utensils, delicate yet strong. Young hands.......sensual hands.
Then Richard sipped his water and for a split second his lips were moist and
shiny. With his attention diverted from me I was free to watch the liquid gather
at his lips before sliding down his throat.......I wanted a kiss....just one
kiss.......

ìDid you say something?î he asked.

Oh, no, my last word had drifted out on a whisper! ìNo, I was just lost in my
thoughts and one slipped out,î I explained.

He hesitated, then allowed my slip to pass, much to my chagrin. Well, if he was
unwilling to accept that unintentional offer, I would have to be bolder. I took a
sip of my wine, making sure that my own lips were wet, then rimmed the glass with
one manicured finger. Odd for me to have painted nails, but in a way it made me a
different person and, I hoped, a seductive one. He watched me closely for several
seconds during my little performance and I felt a reaction between my legs. At
fifty I could still demand the attention of any man.

ìRichard....?î I asked.

ìYes,î he whispered almost inaudibly.

I looked deep into my red wine, then up into his blue eyes. ìI want you to kiss
me. Very much.î

His eyes had left mine to watch my lips form each word. I had said the right
thing. He glanced at the other customers, who were still curious about us, and
replied, ìI want to more than you can imagine.î The quiver in his voice made me
wet, but all I showed him was a warm smile.

I threw out my questioning responses and went for it, crossing my arms and
leaning an inch closer, ìSo kiss me.î My smile taunted him. I felt so sexy, yet
on the brink of losing control. Richard was beginning to shake.

ìRight here?î

ìWell, if you donít want to kiss......î I casually began gathering my belongings,
feeling my strength. Then Richard leaned across the table.

I felt a dozen eyes on us as I parted my lips and leaned to meet him, stopping at
just under the half way mark so he would be forced to reach for me. Richard
stretched further and everyone who watched knew that he totally desired my lips.
I felt a smile play at the corners of my mouth, then saw his tongue move slightly
inside his mouth and could no longer resist reaching my hand out to bring him to
me.

The electricity our first touch--god, a public kiss!--sent a ripple of desire
through us and what had once been intended as a naughty little peck became
something stronger. Yet it was not a wild kiss, only an intimation of wild kisses
to come. Open-mouthed, exploring, insistent.........for just a few seconds all
the sexual connections from our online encounters and one brief meal together
flooded through us.

Then it was over. We separated by just a few inches, never releasing the otherís
eyes until Richard said hoarsely, ìLetís get out of hereî and tossed a fifty on
the table. I reached for my coat and purse, then I heard him murmur, ìDo
something for me?î

At this point I would carry him on my back to a motel room if he but asked!
ìSure,î I replied easily.

ìUndo another button.î

My eyes questioned him, the recalled his eyes on my breasts earlier. I looked
down at my slight cleavage, remembering that I had considered undoing another
button as I dressed, but thought just a little too much. I gave him a smile and
glanced around the room once, but did not touch the button.

ìOne more....î he whispered, a low deep command.

My hands moved of their own accord as my numbed brain evaluated the situation.
Richard wanted this, his eyes showed it so clearly, and my body yearned to please
him. The button slipped through the hole, then I released a second, exposing my
breasts in their black satin bra with erect nipples to the casual observer. I
sensed eyes on me and felt that duality of emotion which always makes my body hot
even as my mind panics

My reverie was interrupted by Richard taking my arm and walking me toward the
door. He carried my coat, my one cover, and I felt the breeze on the skin of my
breasts almost as clearly as I felt the eyes of the other men longing to take
Richardís place tonight. I leaned on his arm, feeling his firm biceps under my
hand, and nearly closed my eyes as we waltzed past the maitreíd. Outside I
wondered how I had ever found the strength to do such a thing, then wondered that
I had found the strength to resist it for so long. My mind slowly began to
function again as he opened the passenger door and slipped me inside like a
treasure.

Inside the humming car, I reached toward my buttons and shocked him by undoing
more.......one at a time and slowly enough to entice, until my dress lay on the
seat and my body was nearly exposed under the layers of soft cotton around me.

ìLike what you see?î I teased, watching a bead of sweat form on his brow. ìYou
just watch the road as you pay for your assumptions earlier.î The assumptions had
been right, but what the hell, this was my game too!

As we drove I found it easy to lose my mind again under his eyesÖand my touch.
Some incredible dam had broken and I grew wild......blatantly offering him
glimpses, allowing my hands to roam over my body until both of us were ready to
scream. We had five minutes left in this drive and it was far too long to wait. I
had demanded that his hands stay on the wheel, but now mine insisted on feeling
his younger body and I gave them license to finally touch......and it was
wonderful.

ìPull over, Richard,î I hissed as my fingers fumbled with his fly. He sought a
dark private road, but quickly settled for a minor side street and wheeled his
car to the curb. The tires kissed the curb just as my lips kissed the swollen
head of his penis in this nice suburban neighborhood.

Difficult to see in the dark, it was still easy to smell his excitement and feel
the heat emanating from his crotch. I burned too deeply to play, so I pulled him
into my mouth as deep as I could, moaning with the thrill of it sliding past my
lips. With closed eyes, I pulled him slowly from my mouth, savoring each inch and
the flavor of his pre-cum on my swirling tongue. Richardís fingers entwined in my
hair and I moaned my encouragement, then felt a distant part of my mind take
control. I looked into his eyes and heard my voice, cool despite my fire, ìNo,
lover, donít touch. Later I will take your face in my palms and fuck it, but you
may not touch me. Not yet. Play with your nipples if you like, but leave the
fucking to my mouth.î

He lost himself in groans, telling me that I had hit my mark. My own body spasmed
slightly as electric thrills raced down my spine, expanding through each breast
to each nipple, then reversing and coursing into my soaking cunt. I lifted his
cock with practiced fingers and sucked him furiously. An oral gift without mercy,
my tongue rubbed insistently against that spot just below the tip as my mouth
delivered firm pressure along the entire length of his lovely shaft. Occasional
headlights illuminated his semi-prone body, adding fuel to my already out of
control passion. There is something rich in having a manís cock in my mouth that
drives me wild, and his encouraged me with constant drops of pre-cum as it
expanded under my oral lovemaking. My throat accepted each drop with a moan and
my voice became loud enough for any passers-by to hear; Richard had to know I
loved this. His fingers twisting his own nipples spoke of his desire and I
redoubled my efforts to make him come. My bobbing head did not want to prolong
this, just to feel.......there was no softness in this blow job as there would be
in future ones, just firm wet touches designed to bring him off as quickly as
possibly.

Within seconds I felt his balls tighten under my caressing palm and his back
arched fully. I rammed my tongue along his shaft now as I sucked and his hands
reached for my head, hesitated, then settled for gripping the seat beside me. He
was mine. His cock now undulated, but I held on, waiting for his yell. He
whimpered as my moaning mouth worked him, but even as his orgasm approached he
remained almost silent. Undaunted, I slide a finger, wet with our juices, to his
asshole just as he began to buck really hard, and was rewarded with an
uncontrolled shout......of my name.

Richard sent his shout to the entire neighborhood and a part of me wanted to
laugh aloud. Fortunately, more of me needed to feel his cum, so hot and wet and
uncontrolled. I swallowed, wanting everything from him, then cleaned him catlike
as he recovered, finally allowing the giggles to erupt. Richard joined me in a
rumbling laugh of joy that lasted for several minutes. Even as we laughed I
occasionally swiped my tongue across his cock under the pretense of cleaning, but
the truth was I hated every second when I was not touching him. It wasnít long
before I felt the tell-tale twitch which said he would be able to come again.
This time it would be in private and deep inside me. ******************

The rest of the drive, all five minutes, was critical. I knew as Richard calmed
that he might feel guilty and want to drop me off, but my plan, created in the
ten minutes since we left the restaurant, had considered his reticence. Never
letting his sexual mind recede, I whispered wicked comments into his ear
constantly, ì......my pussy needs your mouth so much.....do you want that? Do you
want my flavor on your tongue?......perhaps you would prefer to fuck after all
this teasing.......though I know you like teasing, so maybe I can give you more,
and more.....and more?...........I like all positions, which one would you
like?................î

Sometimes I kissed him at stoplights, drawing stares of nearby drivers and
offering Richard a taste of his own semen that he could not resist. I liked just
parting my lips and waiting for his tongue to reach out to me first then pulling
away with the smile he loved. I had him hooked.

When we reached the motel that I had arranged for earlier, he was quite ready. No
sooner did the door open than I found myself face down on the edge of the bed, my
ass rapidly exposed. I clearly offered my ass to him and immediately felt the
gratifying hardness of his cock sawing along my crack, gliding wetly from my
tummy through my cunt lips, over my clit, and between my ass cheeks. Would he
choose....? No, his velvety head found my cunt again, sliding in with one firm
push as his hands came around to pull me close. Over my shoulder I kissed him,
but this only allowed a bit of movement, so I released his mouth and lowered my
head for a good hard ride.

Richard took me much harder than I expected, but no harder than I liked. At first
he drove in solidly, rocking in and out just an inch or so with his cock deep in
me, but soon he began those hard smacking thrusts that I adore. His firm stomach
and pelvis smacked my ass as his hands took control of my hips. I closed my eyes
and returned each thrust and our fucking grew wilder. This was pure raw sex, no
teasing or lovemaking, just two cats coupling in an alley. We sweated together as
our fire built and I heard his rasping breathing mix with my own whimpers until
all I felt was my cunt meeting his cock.

Hard......god, so nice....hard fucking..............sometimes he almost lifted
me...up on my toes....settle back.............get fucked again........sooooooooo
gooooood........

I groaned, writhed....his hips rotated as they fucked............dammit, let me
come.........l e t...............m e....................

Then I felt his mouth close on my neck and his cock moved even faster....then the
sucking......teeth.............OHHHHHHHH>>>>>FUCK!!!!!!! This man!!!!!!!
Owwwwwwwhhhhhhhh.....YESSSSSSSSSS........over and over, coming, throbbing, hot! I
felt him spurting, felt my body responding.........oooooooooooo, baby........

My body collapsed forward under his and I enjoyed being sandwiched between warm
bed and warm young lover with my eyes closed. I saw only deep red images on my
eyelids; images indecipherable but comforting and rich. I felt Richardís lips
kissing my throat softly.....moving to my ear, nibbling at my earlobe just as his
voice confirmed, ìIím crazy about you......î