We met at the beach: on the brink of sunset…each sitting in his/her own car, waiting for the other to get out to walk towards each other. They weighing went on for a few seconds as our eyes met, wondering if the other is what we expected us to be. Surprisingly, against all my sober thoughts and discussions with myself…..I liked what I saw, despite the age difference….and thought, this is going to be really interesting.

So I got out of my car and headed towards him, who just got out of his. Hmmmmmmmmmm..I thought…I love the height and built….this boy is going to be trouble, I just knew it!!! On prior instructions from me, he didn’t shake my hand in greeting, like I asked him to, but gave me a tight, yet gentle manly hug…and it confirmed my earlier thoughts: this boy is going to be big trouble!!

Very confidently he said that he’ll follow me on my way home, since I suggested that we could spend some time at my place. Obviously, I cleaned up my place profusely, knowing I had a very special visitor coming over the evening. My daughter was forbidden to even eat in the lounge, like her teenage habit is!! On stepping into the house, I felt the closeness with him already, but reprimanded myself to behave..which is very difficult for me who’s always so full of energy. He said he quite like the place and it’s cosy, and I thought, oh-oh….here we go!!! My thoughts were spiralling in all sorts of misbehaving directions, and yet again, I had to caution myself. I went to sit next to him, and he smelt so delicious, his perfect body fitting nicely onto my couch, as if the couch was designed just for him. I was suddenly so shy and nervous, and wondered whether he could read the sexual excitement and tension in my body language, but I guess I fooled him this time, cos I appeared very confident, I thought. We started talking and to my embarrassment, he asked for something to drink, which indicated that he DID in fact notice my discomfort.

I got up, poured us some ice cold coke and sat down talking again, getting past the usual formalities, and then I HAD to mention his beautiful teeth and sexy, gorgeous lips, on which he repaid the compliments. We started talking about church and I was still talking, when he said: Oh man, sorry for interrupting you, but I really have to kiss you right now….!!! Of course, I started melting inside…cos this boy is a man so dear to my heart…saying all the right things..and now DOING what I couldn’t stop thinking of since I met him!!!!!! Oh boy….He placed himself almost on top of me, and started kissing me these soft feather light kisses..which was awesome, but so frustrating, cos I wanted more and passionate ones at that too!!!

I controlled myself though, cos I was enjoying this boy’s kisses so much, and shamelessly, I lifted myself up into him, so much that only my breasts were flattened against his hard, young chest….his lower body was purposefully lifted out of my reach..and how utterly frustrating!!!!!!

We agreed, no sex on the first date, but I wanted it and so badly, I wanted to scream….and it was so unlike me!!!! How was I supposed to know that he would be this damn handsome in real life, and carry so potent a sexuality, that I wanted to rip his clothes off the minute I saw him!!! Caution, girl, caution…I coached myself….and his kisses wouldn’t go deeper, like he knew he was teasing me and that my lips haven’t been kissed in soooooooooooooo many years!!!! But then, I thought to take a little control, and push him down onto my breasts, flattening the soft roundness even more and I LOVED the feeling of him partially on me!!! I stretched my hands out on his back and lightly ran it up and down his bare back…hmmmmmmmmmm…what a nice feeling it was, feeling his soft, yet firm skin under my fingers….and then I dared to run my fingers lightly down, under his belt, to feel the soft, firm skin of his bottom….and barely, lightly into his crack…hoping, he’ll succumb to my erotic exploring of his backside….

His kisses betrayed his sexual tension, but he was unmovable. His breathing was a little labored and I could feel that he was aroused, but still, he was unmovable, and despite my frustration, I developed a deep respect for this young man. My respect for him, heightened my sexual attraction for him, but I knew I wasn’t going to get any further with him than kissing, so thought I had to devise a plan and quick. I stopped kissing him, and never thought I would do it, and not sure where THAT came from, but I invited him into my bedroom, scared that he would reject me, but WOW…he didn’t….confirming my suspicions that he wanted it as much as I do…NOT the sex, but the closeness!!!! Of course I rejoiced..and was so eager to feel his body on top of mine, or if not, then close next to me!!! We barely landed on my bed, and he was indeed on top of me, kissing passionately, touching my huge, round breasts simultaneously and what a wonderful, erotic feeling that was. I was craving for this man’s kisses and touch and anything he wanted to offer. He straightened his body on top of mine and it felt like heaven…this young, virile body, firm and hard, spread on top of me, and through our denims, I could feel his hardness, and my softness wanted him so much: to touch, to feel, to have, to lick, to suck! Never ever have I wanted someone so badly, like I wanted him? One problem, he wouldn’t let me have him, and it was ok. We lay talking, kissing, exploring, and then, he suggested that I could touch a part of his most private parts and I was happy to oblige. I wanted some of the milky white flesh, and so happy to touch only a little part of him. He was so aroused, and bigger, thicker than what I ever imagined, and I said, God, you’re good!!!! hahahaaa!!. I touched his balls, my heart started racing, I was so hungry to suck and lick and he invited me to do just that!!! I wanted to have him in my mouth, all of it, play with my tongue along the length of his virile manhood, to lick the pre-cum off the beautiful shiny head, to have my lips engulf his softness and push it further down my throat, but it wasn’t meant to me, so I had to settle for a beautiful, wonderful tasting part of it, and hungrily, I licked, touched, sucked, and heard his soft moans!!

When I was done, he touched me a little on my hidden parts, which frustrated me more than easing the throbbing. My clit, I could feel, was so swollen and ready to be touched, I was so silky wet and warm, if only he had put his hand there, but I knew he wouldn’t, and didn’t even suggest it!!! FRUSTRATING!!!

And then…the most beautiful thing happened: he was going to do it for me and I had the most wonderful, honoured position in the house to watch!!! right in front of him!!! I handed him some hand lotion on his request..to wet his beautiful, hard, stiff manhood with it, and started stroking himself…I was AWED…I wanted to cry, so emotional and honoured I felt..I could only watch in admiration as he busied himself…..getting ready to please me in a whole new way…and I loved the wet sound it made…Oh boy…I wanted there and then to undress myself, and get busy with my beautiful, caramel, wet flower, but I couldn’t move as I watched him…spread out on my bed, manhood in left hand and stroking himself…!!!! Rhythmic strokes, and soft moans coming from him…and then I felt it…the climax…he convulsed, shooting his seed partially over himself and my bed…and I wished I could lick it off him, but knew he was going to stop me…My eyes were focused on his beautiful still erect manhood, and if I had my way, I would’ve put it between my naked breasts and let it rest there for a while, until he had recovered, cos I knew my love hole, wet and warm, was out of the question…..

Then the phone rang and it ended the magical moment and wonderful two hours we spent together…!!

One thing I know for sure, I want him, badly, passionately and without a doubt…!!