sexy short stories

the rookie

I got married, little girl. I gave birth to my first child at the age of eighteen, she was a girl. And a few years later I gave birth to a second girl. My husband was much older than me but sturdy and handsome. We spent many years together, and good years. We loved each other so much until I lost him. At forty-five I was left alone. My girls are married and working. We hardly meet during the week. I live alone, like many of my friends. We go out often. I don't miss the fun… the male companionship, the male body, I miss the contact. And I miss that a lot.

Lately, I feel strongly the emptiness, I have needs, and I know that I am growing and no matter how well I hold it, it has an end. I had started and I went to the gym, I went and gathered my body even better. And I did it. As my friends tell me, I am a beautiful woman, a woman with my beautiful big green eyes, my always well-combed hair, my slim body, and my proud big breasts. One afternoon, I was going to meet a friend of mine for lunch. I wore my floral dress. As I walked I felt that someone was following me.

I allegedly stood to see a shop window. Next to me stood a young man in a military uniform. I turned my head and saw him smiling. The young gentleman greeted me and said

“Sorry, my name is Dean and I would like to talk to you for a minute.”

I was horrified to see him so close to him. He was also wearing his uniform. Imposing young man. And his voice, oh this voice. Bass and with a musicality, it spoke to my soul.

“What do you want, sir?”

“forgive me, but I saw you and I want to tell you that I like you very much. I know I should not say such a thing to a lady, but I sincerely want to express my admiration for you. This is the second time I see you in the area and I confess that you have driven me crazy.”

“My young man thank you for…”

I stuttered and didn't know what else to say. As a girl, I had to experience something like this. And then, of course, with a "goodbye" and a "leave me alone" he got rid of it. But now…

“Let's go have a coffee, please.”

“I have an appointment. I can’t now.”

He did not let me finish…

“I'm entering the camp in an hour. Give me a few minutes for a coffee!”

I felt sorry for him!

"All right, let's go," he replied.

“What’s your name”, he asked me.

“I'm Lora” I answered him.

We sat down and the coffee came.

“I'm like your mother, maybe even older. What did you like about me? You are a young and beautiful child. What do you want with a woman who has children your age?”

“I like it. You move me. This is how I want the woman next to me, my elder.”

The discussion continued and when I told him I had to leave, Dean agreed. We got up and when we went a little further with a theatrical move he gave me his card with his phone.

“I will go out next Saturday-Sunday. If you want, take a phone call for a coffee. “

He greeted and left erect and arrogant.

I continued on my way very troubled. I didn't know what to think. I felt confused. I went to my appointment and didn't dare to share the problem with my friends. The feeling that overwhelmed me was a shame but also this "but" I couldn't define. I was tormented by this double… and I am ashamed and I want to. What the f**k do I want from a kid? What kid Lora? He's a man. My God, what am I thinking, what is happening to me?

I went home, alone and after doing some work I sat on the TV, but I could not concentrate. My mind was running. And what if I say yes? Why an entire man what else can he want from me? And I, what do I want? Would I like an adventure? But what I say now, what are those that go through my mind? I felt tired but I had started a series that I was watching. The girl was hugged by the man. He started kissing her, he felt his tongue on her lips. He squeezed her hard. For a moment he could not breathe. He felt his hand on her chest. It hurt her and then he kissed her n****e. Ah! how nice it felt. He bent down between her thighs and felt his tongue part her p***y lips and reach her c******s. I jumped to my feet and almost fell. What happened; It was a dream, God, it was a dream. I fell asleep. What happens to me anyway?

I went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. I brushed my teeth and there I realized that my p***y was full of zucchini. I looked in the mirror and he saw my wrinkles. I was upset. I put twice the amount of her anti-wrinkle cream. I lowered my straps and took off my bra. I saw my body in the mirror. I liked what I saw. My breasts, although large, stood quite well.

The n*****s are big and dark and hard from my orgasm. I liked what I saw. I caressed them and put my hand on my p***y. My left hand caressed and pulled my horny n*****s. My orgasm is very big. My fantasy is very intense. I put a finger inside like he has tilted me in the washing machine with my ass in the air and f***s me with his huge c**k. He has completely escaped. I pinch a second finger and go faster, fantasizing about Dean. He puts it on and takes it out with rage. It's heavy. I feel him plowing me hard. It's to end and I tremble. I'm afraid I'm going to collapse but I keep going. Redemption is coming. I tremble all over, I sit in the toilet bowl to catch my breath. I felt good and fell asleep. Again

I was tormented by dreams. I could see that I was f*****g Dean. I watched him f**k me and I woke up struggling. A couple of times I woke up sweaty.

My n*****s were very irritated and my p***y was soaked from her zucchini. I put a finger in my p***y and started stroking. I knew I would give up. I felt I wanted him. I'm tormented but I know I want him, or rather I need him.

So the days passed torturously and Friday arrived. I picked up his phone trembling and sent him a message.

“Do you still want to meet?”

“Of course, I want to.”

he wrote me about where he wanted to meet and I answered with trembling hands

“I'll be there.”

I was shaking all over. I could not calm down. I would date a man after nine years. Nine years of loneliness.

I got dressed and at 11:15 I was at my date. He was waiting for me at a table that you would say is secluded, if it exists in the specific store. He got up and suggested I sit next to him. I didn't object. I sat next to him and he took my hand and brought it to his lips. I felt a little lost but I was happy to see him again. He was pleasant, he spoke comfortably and with humor, but I didn't care. At some point showing my impatience to meet alone, I told them to leave and go somewhere that we would be alone.

“As you wish. And I would like us to be alone” he told me meaningfully.

“Have you done it before with older women my age?”

“She was a family acquaintance who taught me, love. This was my only experience. It happened when I was finishing high school. Then I left and then I met you.”

“Tell me that you are young and inexperienced!” I told him and we laughed.

“I would say that you are right.”

“If you want to continue, call me Lora. And this is a demand, not a request.”

“Okay, Lora, whatever you say.”

We reached my house. I closed the door behind me and we looked into each other's eyes. Now, what do we do?… I thought.

“Shall I put coffee, what kind of coffee do you prefer?”

“I would prefer a whiskey with ice cubes.”

“I'll prepare it right away and I'll make a second coffee”

“I'm waiting for you. Shall I join you in the kitchen?”

“Come keep me company.”

We went to the kitchen. I took a glass of whiskey and went into the living room to fill it. I went back to the kitchen and bent down to get ice cubes from the freezer. He saw me bent over and I heard him curse. He timidly reached out and caressed my ass. I liked his gesture. He took courage and continued. I was left waiting. He ran his finger through my slit, over the clothes. I couldn’t find the ice cubes. I was waiting for him. He doesn't dare. I stand up, standing in front of him with my breast almost in his mouth.

“Your whiskey,” I tell him.

He stands up, tall, and broad-shouldered, takes a sip of his drink, hugs me, and kisses me. I hug him and reciprocate. I have decided that I want him and whatever he does I will follow. I have learned to follow my husband and am waiting for his next move. He hugs me and kisses my neck and ear. He sucks my pod. I shuddered. I can't hold back some small screams of pleasure that escape from me.

He continues with the kisses and licks and tells me to undress.

“Let's go to bed,” I tell him.

“Undress,” he tells me imperatively.

I start to undress and stop with my shirt off.

“Are you going to stay like this?” I ask him.

We begin to undress and look into each other's eyes. I am about to lower my skirt and I stop.

“I want to see you naked,” I tell him.

He unbuckles his belt and takes off his shirt. ai looks at him with admiration and longing. I approach and hug him. I kiss his cheeks, I put my hands against his hairy chest. He is very fit, his skin dark, percussive, his muscles painted, like a Roman sculpture. I feel his veins irritated.

He takes off my bra. I reflexively hide my breasts with my hands. He leans down and pulls my hands away and he hugs one of my breasts with both of his fists and plays with my breast. He sucks them, bites them, licks them, and plays hard with his tongue.

She doesn't remember if she's experienced it before, but it turns her on unimaginably. She lets him continue. Likes. She feels the male body on her body. She had missed it, she wanted it, she wanted it, she felt it! She grabs him by the head, lifts him, and gives him a lingering kiss. She's starting to shake from the tension but she likes it.

“Take off your pants” I whisper to him.

“You first, take off your skirt”

I obey and I stay in my panties. He bends down and starts kissing my belly, thighs, and hips. Then continues with my pussy

“Don't,” I told him but he didn't hear anything. He puts his hands under my panties and pinches my cheeks. He caresses my ravine. I bend my knees and expose myself. He caresses the whole area. I hug his head and press it to my p***y. He licks and kisses they are now one, two bodies united, embraced.

“Take off your boxers”

“You do it”

I looked at him questioningly but I made up my mind, I would follow him everywhere. I kneel in front of him, I take it down with both my hands. In front of me is a well-formed erect c**k, a large scrotum, and a tuft of black hair. I come closer and rub my face against his c**k. I grab it with both my hands, bring it close to my nose, and smell it. How I had missed that smell. I kiss it, caress it, play with it, tease it. I hear his groans to feel the room

He wants to f**k my mouth but he is afraid. I grabbed his buttcheeks and I give him a slow, passionate rhythm. He f***s my mouth and I like it. He grabs my head and increases his pace. He continues to nibble until he is done. I feel him wanting to c*m. His body twitches and says to me:

“I going to come”

I pull away, grab his c**k in my fist, and smooths it, pouring his c*m on my breasts. He picks me up and kisses her. His juices run through our bodies.

“Let's go to the bathroom”. I say

He follows me. We get into the shower, I arrange the water and I soap him all over his body.

After the shower I walk to the bed and lay down he throws the towel and his c**k is hard and ready again. I lay down and waited for him. Thoughts overwhelm me. My double bed had never received another body. My body hasn’t touched a foreign body. I want him next to me. I want to feel him inside me. Dean leans over me He hugs me, kisses me passionately, and rests his c**k on my belly. I spread her legs.

“Take me. I want to feel you inside me” I murmured

He lifts his pelvis and with his hand guides his c**k into my p***y. I feel him and go crazy.

“Lora” he whispers my mane

I’m holding my breath so I don't spoil the moment. He continues brushing and focuses on my c**t. I can't stand it and I hug him with my legs and arms. He stops and looks at me

“Take me, now”

One hard kiss, a faint "ah" and he's deep inside me. I hug him with my thighs like I want him to stay inside me forever. He f***s me hard. A deep breath can also be heard with each kiss. He goes crazy and mumbles

“yes and more and more” I want to say dirty things to him but I don’t dare

“I'm going to come”

“Just a little don't come, f**k me, don't leave me now” he starts thrusting more

I lowered my hand to my c**t and began to rub it furiously.

I felt my v****a fill as the spasms of my orgasm flooded me. I was burned by his sweat. He needed it. I felt him being pulled out of me. He took tissues to wipe himself and me

“Let's go take a shower, my girl”

“Let's go”

I took his hand and we went for a shower together.