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We took about two steps into the bedroom and Derrick roughly spun me around and started kissing me again. He did not mean to be rough and it didn’t hurt me. I wrapped my arms around his body and started kissing him back. We stood in my bedroom and made out for a couple of minutes and Derrick broke the kiss and held me in his arms.“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself,” he told me. “I can’t keep my hands off of you.”I ran my hands up his chest over his tee shirt. “Is that a bad thing?” I teased.Derrick grinned and started to take off his shirt.“Not yet,” I told him. “I want to watch.”I walked to the bed and lay down across the bed on my stomach and propped my head up in my hands. I watched as the boy removed his clothes.I was never one to be shy when it came to sex. Earlier when Derrick mentioned dating to have fun, I knew what he meant and I was being truthful when I told him sex and foreplay could be fun. I enjoyed sex a great deal when I was in my two sexual relationships and often initiated it. Sex was fun, a great deal of fun.Derrick had asked me if I missed the intimacy and I knew he meant sex. When my sex life with my husband ended, yes, I missed it. When it started to die down I did masturbate on occasion when I felt the desire to do so. It was not often but it did happen. When he got sicker that desire started to go away and when he was at his worst it left me completely. I had more important priorities and that was being his caregiver when he could no longer take care of himself. After he died, it took a long time for me to feel any sexual desire at all.When I started to feel that desire once again, I would take care of it by myself, but again it was not often; once, maybe twice a month at the most. By the time I was lying in my bed and watching Derrick undress, I had not masturbated in about four months.After flirting with Derrick, making out with him, touching him, him touching me, me giving him a blowjob, tasting and swallowing his delicious cum, and now seeing him take his clothes off, the sensation I felt between my legs was reminding me how long it had been since I had sex and how badly I needed this.As Derrick and I walked hand in hand up the stairs and to my bedroom, I decided I was not going to play coy. I was not going to have any regrets or show remorse or have guilt about having sex with this eighteen-year-old boy. I was going to enjoy it and make sure he enjoyed it. I also decided I did not want this to be a one-time thing. If he wanted it, I would continue an affair with him as long as we enjoyed each other, both sexually and non-sexually.There had to be some rules we needed to establish, the most important that we had to keep our affair a secret. I would not bring those up that day; however, those were something we could talk about later. That day I just wanted to enjoy him, his body, and the sex I hoped he enjoyed me also.When Derrick took off his shirt I admired his body with thoughts of lust. I had seen the boy shirtless many times when he worked in my yard. I had seen his upper body glistening with sweat from the hot and humid days in the summertime in Georgia. Now, however, I looked at it differently. I never looked at it with lust before, but now I did.Derrick stood six foot and one inch tall, I am five-eight so not short, and he had a nice body: athletic with a swimmer-type muscular build. The black chest hairs were not plentiful at his age but they looked fine and soft and contrasted his the light brown hair on the top of his head. I watched as he took off his old, dirty, worn-out shoes, then his socks, and then he pulled down his shorts and then his underwear. He stepped out of them. His beautiful penis – yes, I thought it was beautiful and sexy – was erect and jutted straight out from between his legs and the black pubic hairs.Derrick looked at me and grinned and I made a come-here motion with my finger. He walked to me and when his penis was an inch from my mouth I parted my lips and took him in my hand. Derrick knew what I wanted to do and he stepped closer and his penis entered my mouth again.“Don’t make me cum again,” Derrick said when I started sucking the head of his cock and stroking it. “I want to fuck you, Lori.”I took my mouth off of him and Etlik Escort smiled. “I was not going to. I just wanted to taste it again,” I assured him.Derrick chuckled. “I never imagined you would like sucking cock,” he told me and ran his hands through my hair.He untied the knot that held my hair in place and fluffed it out to spill over my face.“I like your hair down,” he told me.I smiled. “It’s fun, having a guy in my mouth,” I told him.I moved on the bed to lie on my back and started to take off my clothes as Derrick sat on the edge of the bed.“Stop,” he told me as I was pulling my tee shirt off. “You got to watch me, now I want to watch you.”For the first time that day, I got nervous. Derrick had seen me topless and if what he said was true he liked what he saw, but he had never seen the rest of me naked. I did get out of bed and stood in front of him, however. I figured we had better get this over with. I knew if he didn’t like what he saw, he would have sex with me anyway. He was eighteen and horny and would have stuck his penis in any woman at the moment. It was the after that made me nervous.If he did not like what he saw, he would have sex with me, make up some excuse, leave, and I would never hear from him again. He would even stop helping in my yard and around the house. I didn’t want that. When Derrick and I were making out on the sofa, I had by then already made my mind up I wanted a continuous affair with the young man for as long as it could last.I first took off my socks; I had not been wearing any shoes. Next, I removed my tee shirt and the bra and let my breasts spill out for the boy to see. I looked at him as he stared at my large breasts. They were not firm and perky and did droop a little. The skin tone of my breasts was a lighter shade than my body due to my tan lines. My brown areolas were a little larger than a quarter, my nipples were erect and puffy, and jutted out from the tip of my breasts.“Fuck, you have great tits,” Derrick said. He was not telling me but more just thinking out loud. I smiled and was glad he liked them.“Yeah, and you’re a horny eighteen-year-old boy with raging hormones,” I teased. “You would think any women’s breasts were great.” Derrick chuckled.“No, turn around first. I want to see your ass,” Derrick told me as I unbuttoned my shorts and started to pull them down.Derrick sounded more confident than he did earlier. I liked that. He did not sound like a nervous teenager going to have sex for the first time, which of course I knew I was not going to be his first. I liked the confidence and even hint of authority in his voice.When I worked, I had people who reported to me and I was an A-type personality boss who did have a weakness at times for being a micro-manager. In my personal life, however, I was not a dominant or submissive person. I believed in an equal partnership. When it came to sex, I would often initiate it and playfully tease my partner. When the actual sex started, however, I did like for him to be the more controlling and dominant one.I don’t mean dominant as in getting out whips and chains or smacking me around, but just being more in charge. During sex, I was not submissive and didn’t just lie there and let the man do all the work either. I did enjoy being on top, and to put it crudely, fucking him. When it came to me giving oral sex, I enjoyed being the one who set the tempo and used my mouth, tongue, and hands to pleasure and tease the man.I turned around and slowly pushed my white denim shorts down and stepped out of them. I then put my hands on the waistband of my panties and took a deep breath. Now would be the real test of knowing if Derrick liked what he saw.I never considered my butt to be one of my best features, even when I was younger. Those were my legs and breasts. I didn’t have a terrible ass, but it had always been slightly flat but firm when I was younger. At fifty-three, naturally, it was not as firm as it used to be and did have a hint of sag to it. I was lucky I had yet to develop any cellulite on my butt or the back of my upper thighs.I still had a flat stomach but had the beginning of “love handles” around my waist, but not so much that I was Keçiören Escort embarrassed to wear a two-piece swimsuit.I was never one who got into exercise or what my generation called a “gym rat”, but when my husband’s illness got worse, worry and stress started to take a toll on me. One of the results was that I went through menopause at an earlier age. I was forty-five when it happened. My doctor told me that while it was not common for a woman to start menopause that early, it was not unheard of either. He told me my stress level was the trigger that caused it. At least I didn’t have to deal with “that time of the month” anymore. My doctor suggested stress relief in the form of exercise.After spending a great deal of money on what was then a state-of-the-art stationary bicycle, treadmill, and Stairmaster equipment, I soon realized I did not care for exercise that much. I sold the items for a much-discounted price three months later. I then tried yoga. Yoga was more my speed and I enjoyed it. I practiced yoga up until two years after my husband died and then got out of the habit of doing it.I was also a little embarrassed by the panties I was wearing that day. I would not call them “granny panties” but more “mommy panties”. Of course, when I put them on that morning I never thought anyone would see them. They were slightly loose-fitting, white, silky, nylon panties that had a high waist to them and covered my butt and private area modestly. They were comfortable, not sexy.I slowly pulled down my panties and the crotch area slightly stuck to me since my sex was so wet, and yes, women can still get wet after menopause. It is an individual-case basis and lucky for me that part of my sexual arousal was not affected, as I found out that day. I had not been that wet between my legs in a long time. As my affair with Derrick continued, I discovered menopause did not affect my libido.Sometimes I thought that my sexual drive even increased, but that was not really true. The truth was that I was a woman for whom sex had become less and less of a priority when my husband got sick and then zero priority as he got sicker and after he died. There was also the fact I was a fifty-plus-year-old woman having a great deal of sex with an attractive young man who was thirty years younger than she was. He was a young man who had the sexual hormones and desires of a teenager and a woman who was more than willing to help him satisfy those desires.As I pulled my panties down, I tried to not bend over much and when they slid past my thighs it was easy to let them fall to my ankles. I stood there waiting for Derrick to say something.I flinched when his hands touched my butt cheeks, not because I did not want him to touch me but because it just startled me a little because I was not expecting it.“Fuck, Lori, you have a nice ass,” the boy told me as he caressed my butt cheeks. “I just love your tan lines. They are sexy.”“Thank you,” I told him and smiled. I was glad he liked it or at least told me he did to make me feel better about myself.Derrick slid his hands to my hips and gently pulled me to him. I let out a faint moan as he pressed his lips to my right butt cheek. My faint moan turned into gasping, slightly louder ones as Derrick started to open-mouth kiss and lick my butt cheeks. It felt very nice.“Bend over a little,” the boy told me.I spread my legs apart a little and bent over slightly. Derrick continued to lick and kiss my butt cheeks and spread them apart slightly. I felt his tongue run down my butt crack and moaned again. I then felt him place his tongue on my butthole.“No, not there,” I told him, my voice calm. I took a step away from him and looked over my shoulder. “I don’t do that or anything there.”“I’m sorry,” Derrick said. “I didn’t know.” His voice was less confident than before.I smiled, I was not mad or upset or appalled. “That’s OK,” I assured him. “There are things we will learn about each other and what we like and don’t like.”Derrick smiled, “Cool.”I let out one-syllable giggle when he said cool. Typical teenager.“Come back over here again,” Derrick told me. His voice held that slight tone of authority again.I backed up Kızılay Escort to him and he placed his hands on my hips once more and started kissing and running his tongue over my butt once more.“Bend over again,” he told me. I did. “More.” I did. “More.” I didn’t.I looked over my shoulder at the boy again. “I think that’s enough,” I told him with a smile.Derrick shook his head. “I want to see that pussy, Lori.” His voice was even more authoritative. It sent a chill of excitement up my spine.I bent over more but placed my hand behind me to cover up my sex. I was not doing it to be modest. I knew he was going to see more of it soon, be inside it, and hopefully use his mouth on it. I enjoyed receiving oral sex as much as I did giving it. There was another reason why I didn’t want him to see it. What if he didn’t like the hair on it?I was not overly hairy between my legs and I did get a bikini wax in the spring to prepare for times I would be wearing my swimsuit and continued that all summer. In the fall and winter, I forgo the wax. It was just a minor wax job to remove the hairs around my swimsuit line. I had gotten one before my trip to the Caribbean and it had yet to need another, but I had hair on other areas of my sex.I was pretty sure Derrick was not used to that. I knew or thought I knew that for several years it was the style for younger girls to either shave themselves or get waxed to remove all the pubic hair. I had never done that before. My knowledge of that, or lack of as it turned out, was not due to porn. I never got into porn and did not care for it, but due to the fact I did enjoy reading erotic fiction. I had for years, ever since I was a teenage girl. I had taken a break from it when my husband got sick but recently started reading it again. In the more modern ones I read all the girls were hairless down there.Derrick placed his hand over mine and moved it out of the way and I did resist. It was either now or when I was in bed with him; might as well get it over with.“Bend over, Lori,” he told me. I bit my lower lip and bent over more.Derrick ran his hand up my inner thigh and touched my sex. I let out a moan as his finger slid up and down the slit. He did not penetrate me with it, but just lightly touched me.“You have a sexy pussy, Lori,” he told me and I let out another faint moan as his finger slid down. “I like how I can see it when you bend over.” I blushed and then blushed deeper as he continued talking about my private area. No one ever gave me a description of how my sex looked. “I like how much darker it is than your body and how your pussy lips stand out but don’t hang down and are not all flappy.” I felt him open me up with his thumb and forefinger. “Fuck, it’s so wet and pink inside,” he told me as he visually inspected me.I blushed even more at the crude comments and I wanted to end the play-by-play of how my private area looked. Yes, his fingers felt nice on me, and okay, sure, the comments, while vulgar, did turn me on because he liked what he saw, but it was embarrassing. I stood up straight and turned around.“You don’t mind the hair?” I asked. I could not think of anything else to say.Derrick gave me a curious look. “No, why would I?” he answered me.“Because I…oh, never mind,” I told him, even more embarrassed that I asked.Derrick looked at me for a few seconds and then started laughing. I felt suddenly vulnerable and placed an arm across my chest and a hand to cover between my legs.“What’s so funny?” I snapped at him.“You, that you thought I had never seen a girl with hair on her pussy,” he said in between his laughing.“It’s not funny!” I snapped again. “Now I don’t think you are going to get what you were staring at!”Derrick was still chuckling when he called my bluff. He pulled me to him and on top of him and I did not resist and straddled the boy. He started kissing me and I started kissing him back. As we kissed fiercely he placed one hand on my butt and the other on my left breast. He gently kneaded my breast and took the nipple between his forefinger and thumb and seductively rolled it between them. I moaned in pleasure into his mouth as we kissed. I started kissing him harder as if I was trying to force my tongue down his throat. I could feel his hard penis pressing into my stomach.As we kissed and as he played with my nipple and then moved his hand to the other one, I reached down and took his penis in my hand. I raised my butt and tried to guide him inside me as I started kissing his neck. Derrick pushed my hand away.“Please, baby, I want you inside me so bad,” I whispered in his ear.
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