Beth texts Eric: Hi sweetie. Can we get together? My husband is away for the whole week. You are on my mind.
From Eric: Sorry love. Spring break and I’m out of town.
From Beth: Sad 🙁
From Eric: I have an idea. My friend that popped into my room when you were going down on me would love to get together with you. He’s a great guy.
From Beth: I don’t know.
From Eric: Well, I’ll give him your number and you can decide. I will be back in a few weeks. Bye.
From Beth: Kisses. Have fun.
Beth’s viewpoint;
Dammit. I was so looking forward to seeing Eric. He has changed my world. I feel so alive and sexy after our hot meetings. It is going to be torture to wait a couple of weeks to see him. Meeting a new different young man is too big a leap. I’ll just have to wait for Eric. Yes, I’m not that much of a tart to have sex with a new person just like that. Oh my god, I remember now, I was giving Eric oral with my bare ass up high towards the dorm room door when this guy walked in. He saw my wide-open crack and pussy. I just got a thrill in my chest when I remember how it turned me on. This guy knows I’m a tart. I wonder what he looks like. Can I really do it; meet him? Hmmmm.
Clifford, Eric’s friend
Jeez, I can’t believe I might have a chance to be with that lady that Eric is seeing for booty calls. I’ve always dreamed of having sex with a mature woman and Eric tells me she’s a beauty and very horny. I didn’t see her face, just her ass and pussy. Eric is such a stud and I’ve only had sex a few times. I tutor him with his studies, and he said this is payback. Wow. Please, please god, make it happen. He says she loves younger guys, and I should just act super confident, and she will do it. Here’s her number. I’ll dial her. A few deep breaths. Here I go. She answers.
“Hello, this is Beth.”
Her voice is so sexy. I’ll use a deep voice. “Hi, my name is Clifford, I’m a friend of Eric’s. He suggested I call.”
“Yes. Thanks for calling.”
Holy shit, she said thanks for calling. Is this going to happen? “I’d love to get together with you. Eric has told me so much about you.”
“I’m sure that naughty man did Clifford.”
I steel up my courage. “Why don’t you come over to my dorm room?”
Long silence. “I’d rather you come to my house. I’ll text you the address. How about seven o’clock?”
My heart leaps. “Sure great. See you then.” I jump up and down, thanking my lucky stars. Holy fuck, it is really going to happen.
Beth’s viewpoint;
I couldn’t stop myself. My body needs more loving, it craves more touching. Who will ever know? This boy doesn’t sound strongly masculine like Eric, but all young men are lusty creatures. His friends are likely all athletes like him. It’s early. I’m going to have some fun and go shopping for a new summer dress and a sexy bra and panty set. I feel more alive already. My god Beth, you are becoming a tart.
Clifford’s viewpoint;
Here I am walking up to her door. My heart is racing a mile a minute. I hope she likes the flowers I bought her. What if she sees me and sends me away? What if her husband answers the door? Oh well, here goes. I’ll press the doorbell.
Beth’s viewpoint;
Wow, there he is. Let me straighten my dress and open the door. He is not at all like Eric. He is a sweet looking, tall young man and he has a bouquet of flowers for me. My god what a sweetie, I could eat him up.
“Come in Clifford. Yes, please come in.”
“I brought these flowers for you.”
“How sweet of you Clifford, Thank you.” I lean over and give him an air kiss. He is such a young gentleman. “Go into the living room and I’ll get a vase for these.”
Clifford’s viewpoint;
She is unbelievable, like one of those hot lady anchors on the TV news, perfect hair, perfect makeup, perfect body, perfect dress. That perfume she is wearing is so sexy. Is this really happening? I’ll go into the living room. This is such a grand house. She must be very rich. I saw a wedding ring. Her husband must be some kind of powerful guy. Eric told me she likes to be submissive, and I should just take control. Easy for him to say.
Beth in the kitchen;
He looks like a nice young man. He’s wearing nice slacks and a buttoned-down shirt not jeans. Wow, he is so tall and thin. He makes me feel so small. I wonder what he looks like under those clothes. Beth, you are becoming so naughty. Well, I am a little nervous. Best to chat for a while in the living room to ease into this.
I shout from the kitchen. “Would you like a beer?” I hear an affirmative, pour myself a double scotch, sip some and take it and the beer out to the living room. My goodness he is tall. What a nervous smile he is giving me. Who am I to say? I’m nervous too. I can feel a hot blush on my face as he looks at my cleavage. As I lift my glass, I can see him eyeing me up and down with that hungry male look. I can sense sexual tension in the air as the scotch burns down my throat. I say, “Let’s sit and chat.”
He says, “Great idea.” We sit and I cross my legs in a lady-like way. He has a manly smell. It’s exciting to feel feminine next to a virile young man, especially with sex in the air.
Clifford’s viewpoint;
She is such a lady. She reminds me of a few of my attractive teachers and other women I see that seem so untouchable. Erotic photos I see on the internet of mature women like her are so sexy but seem just an unreal fantasy. I can’t believe I’m here.
She says, “Should I call you Cliff?”
“No, everyone calls me Clifford. And you’re Beth, right?”
“Yes, that’s right. Have you known Eric for long?”
“Since last fall. He’s in my dorm and I help him with his studies. He’s a great guy.”
“Yes, for sure.”
I look down at her bright, yellow-colored summer dress with large flower patterns on it. “Your dress is very beautiful.”
“Thanks for saying, Clifford. I bought it yesterday just for you.”
I sense of pride hits me that she would do that. She lifts her glass and takes a sip of alcohol as I take a good look at her deep cleavage with snow-white perfect breasts. Oh, she smiled when she saw me staring at her chest. She doesn’t mind me looking. Whew.
Beth’s viewpoint;
That hungry look in his eyes as he stares at my breasts sent a thrill though me. I’ll finish this drink and I need another one.
“Clifford, I must admit I’m a bit nervous and need another drink. Would you like one?”
“No, I’m good. I don’t usually drink too much.”
I go to the kitchen and pour another scotch, knock it back and pour another. He seems inexperienced with women but maybe I’m wrong. We’ll see. I can feel the heat of the alcohol flowing from my chest into my body. I think about the young man in the other room and my sexual needs as my inhibitions melt away. Glass in hand, I go back to him, resolved to fulfill my mission. I sit on the sofa much closer, our knees almost touching. He looks so yummy with a boyishly handsome, clean-shaven face. I down my drink and put the empty glass on the coffee table. He puts his mostly full beer down beside it.
“Clifford, you are a good-looking guy, you must have all kinds of girlfriends.” I want to build his confidence so he will make some advances.
Clifford’s viewpoint;
That drink must be hitting her. She is very forward. How about a little lie?
“Yes, I do pretty well with the girls.” Like I haven’t been laid since prom last year.
“I can imagine. I find you very attractive.”
Holy shit, what an invite. I should jump in there just like Eric said. I shift towards her and put my arm over her bare shoulder above her summer dress. I whisper, “I find you very attractive too.” Wow, she just kissed me on my neck and has laid her head on my shoulder and a hand on my chest. Jeez, this mature woman is surrendering to me. That perfume is so feminine. She is so into this. What am I worried about? I run my hand down the satin cloth of the back of her dress to her bum. I feel guilty as I touch her bottom. She’s a lady. This goes against everything I was taught. She sighs as I cup the cheek and kisses me again on my neck in submission. I can feel my cock starting to fill as I realize that this lady really does want me to fuck her. Eric told me to talk dirty to her. “Your ass feels so good.” I give her ass a deeper feel and she moans, and I do the other cheek.
Beth’s viewpoint;
His hands on my bottom feel so good. I want to boost his confidence to go much farther. I moan in his ear, “Please Clifford, I just ask that you be gentle with me.” He grunts and cups my breast over my dress. Yes! He just needed a little nudge. I can see the outline of his penis in his pants getting more prominent. I’ll undo a couple of his shirt buttons and stroke his bare chest. Maybe he will get the hint and stroke my bare breasts. My pussy is starting to throb. I must rub my knees together to give it some friction. Good, the hem is halfway up my thighs. I need more intimacy. My body is thirsting o be touched.
“Clifford, can I have a kiss?”
Our lips meet and I search with my tongue for his and find it. My aggressive womanly instincts take over. I hold the back of his head and pull his lips firmly to mine as our tongues dance together. My nostrils flare as my heavy breathing comes in gasps. Fuck, he’s pinching my nipples through my dress. Like a hussy, I reach behind and unzip the back of my dress exposing my bra. What the hell, he already knows I’m a loose woman. He cups my bra-covered breast. Dammit. I need more.
I direct him, “The clasp to open the bra is between the cups.”
He finds the clasp and opens it. His hands are immediately on my sensitive skin and a wave of pure please washes over my chest. Is that me whimpering? Yes. Animal sounds come from his throat as he cups and massages each breast. We are now in an envelope of animal lust, panting together. The world outside melted away. I pull his head to my chest and his lips to my chest. I gasp as he licks my breast and takes my nipple into his mouth.