I stopped outside the door to listen and heard the tell tale sound of the shower running.
In truth, at that point my mind was a mix of conflicting emotion. I considered turning the handle and stepping right in but for the moment something held me back.
Still with my hand on the doorknob. I turned my head towards the landing aware my hubby was only downstairs. Just the thought of him reminded me we had a good marriage but this wasn't about marriage, this was about me...about excitement...about feeling wanted.
I turned back towards the door. I knew the best thing would be to call out, informing Wade I would leave the clothes I'd gotten him just outside the door then walk away but the truth was, stood there, outside the bathroom, I couldn't get the thoughts of that day in the works kitchen out of my head
Moments later I was bought out of my thoughts by the sound of running water ceasing. I gave a light knock on the door and though I waited for a response I knew perfectly well the knock had been far too light for him to have heard. I took a deep breath as I turned the handle and stepped into the bathroom just in time to see Wade was stepping from the shower.
Again my mind immediately filled with thoughts of that day in the kitchen, the difference being, on that occasion he'd been half dressed where now my entrance had been timed that he'd barely had time to grab a towel.
I was quick to note the look on his face as being one of shock but it wasn't his face that had caught my attention. He made a quick grab for a towel though of course by then it had been too late to prevent my witnessing what I have to say was a very impressive display of manhood.
I felt an immediate rush of guilt. Both for having walked in on Wade this way and for the fact hubby was only downstairs. I
The proper thing to do would be to simply apologise, turn and leave but despite suffering thoughts of this sensible option there was no denying, I'd known this was going to happen the moment I'd turned the handle.
I looked at across at Wade and saw him returning my gaze, albeit his was a somewhat shocked appearance. Any number of thoughts ran through my mind, not the least of which was, I felt pretty sure my hubby would remain downstairs, at least for the time being. With that in mind I turned to close the door behind me before taking the few steps towards Wade where I placed the items of clothing I had collected on top of the laundry basket.
"I'm sorry Wade. I should apologise. I bought these clothes for you. I imagined you'd have finished by now." I lied.
He didn't answer, just stood there with the towel draped around him and though for the moment he appeared lost for words it nevertheless struck me, his eyes were giving my body as much of a once over as mine had quickly done his....especially my breasts which today I knew looked good, my 36 inches moulded nicely beneath a body hugging, red, poloneck top.
Down below, the attention I'd been receiving from his eyes caused my pussy to tingle. I took another step, reaching out with both hands, pressing the towelling against his muscular body.
"But as I'm here now, I don't suppose it will hurt for me to help dry you off. Will it Wade?" I said as my hands gently moved in a circular motion, pressing the towel against his body.
"Errr! Do you think this is wise Mags?" he stammered, the effect of his shortening my name inexplicably adding to my arousal.
He was clearly still very nervous and uncomfortable as he pressed his body further back against the wall.
For the time being, undeterred, my hands continued to press the towelling lightly over his chest in a circular, yet undeniably sexual motion, his eyes were watching my every move.
"Hmmm! You're probably right Wade." I told him. "The two of us here alone like this isn't maybe the wisest thing but.... don't you think.....sometimes being wise isn't always for the best?" I almost purred, as down below the feel of his body against my hands had begun to stir my pussy all the more.
"But what about Mike?" he stammered, his nerves finally allowing him to voice his fears.
"Hmmmm! Don't you go worrying about him." I said, as I eased aside the towel and smoothed both hands over a still very damp, bared chest. "Right at this moment he'll still be dealing with all that shopping and I very much doubt he's thinking you're anything other than still in the shower while I'm still looking for something appropriate for you to wear."
I moved closer still, dropping my right hand back onto the towel at his waist.
"Besides! What kind of a host would you think me if I were to let you back downstairs still wet?" I teased.
I inched closer, close enough I could feel his breath upon my lips. For all the flirting we'd shared over the months, this was the closest we'd ever been. The room, still filled with steam from the shower, was also now thick with a sexual tension and it wasn't just me could feel it. Wade too could sense the change.
I let my right hand drop lower still until it was rested against his crotch where what appeared to be an impressive young cock was beginning to stiffen beneath the towelling.
"My my! What's this Wade? Is this what happens when you're all wet?"
I witnessed him close his eyes and let out a groan of pleasure as my fingers slid down the towelling, towards the outline of his shaft.
"We can't do this Lin!" he moaned.
"What can't we do Wade? Are you saying we can't dry you off?" I teased.
"Oh God! You know damn well that's not what I'm saying Mags!" he replied and once more I witnessed the look in his eyes as he momentarily examined the curves of my breasts.
"Then what Wade?" I whispered, quickly adding, "Did you not once tell me you favoured the older woman? Or was it you were telling me fibs?"
"No! That's not it at all." he replied.
"Then just relax.!" I whispered as my left hand began stroking the towel back and forth over his chest.
He leant back into the wall, as if thinking by doing so he'd move out of my reach. His eyes closed. I looked down at the towelling to see it nicely tented. I couldn't resist. I slid my hand over his tented outline and began stroking the towelling up and down his growing shaft.
"Please Maggie! Stop!" he moaned again, this time making a real attempt at pulling away.
As he moved so I followed until, with nowhere else to go, I had him pinned into the corner of the bathroom. Again he looked down, this time as I pressed forward, pushing my breasts against his wet body, both my hands now on his waist.
"Isn't this nice Wade? Did you not wonder how they would feel pressed this close when you were checking them out a few minutes ago?" I asked as I moved my body provocatively from side to side against his.
"I wasn't Maggie....Honest!" he stammered, not surprisingly, still more than a little flustered.
"Oh but you were Wade. I saw you. You were checking me out as I was doing the same to you. Don't worry Wade. I'm not annoyed. One of the things you'll learn about us older women is....there's nothing more exciting than the thought of a sexy young stud giving us the once over. We enjoy it. Believe me Wade. I did."
I took a step back and following his eyes, looked down at myself to see not only were my nipples jutting out firmly beneath the soft knitted top, but that the top itself was now wet from where my breasts had pressed against his body.
"Oh dear! Look what you've done!" I scolded him as I played the fingers of my left hand back and forth over my breasts. "You've got me all wet."
He uttered a soft groan as his eyes watched the movement of my fingers and hand playing back and forth over my breasts. Ordinarily, playing with my own nipples would not cause them to respond but under the current situation and with his presence they had already formed firm peaks beneath the top. I could almost taste the sexual tension.
"Did you also wonder how they would feel in your hands Wade?"
Not waiting for a response I reached out, took a hold of his right hand and lifted it up onto my breast holding it there with my own hand. My lips issued a soft moan when I felt his fingers give a tender, tentative squeeze.
"Is that how you imagined it Wade?"
"Oh God Maggie...Yes!"
I smiled at his response. "I think the truth is we both know what it is we want. I think we have since that day in the kitchen....don't you?"
Before he could answer I leant forward to press my lips against the side of his neck where my tongue flicked out, savouring the moisture still present from his shower.
"No Maggie. You've got to stop." he argued, even though his fingers still present on my breast were telling a different story..
I didn't need reminding how foolish, how ridiculous this all was .Wade had already voiced his own fears about what was happening and at 50 years of age, 30 years plus his senior, I, of all people, should most certainly have known better. That, together with the knowledge my hubby was only downstairs, should at the very least, have made me seen sense, have made me listen to what my head was telling me and to have walked away from this situation, but seeing sense over a long held desire conflict. The reality was, the attraction had been simmering for weeks and now, what with the intensity of the situation, the feel of Wades hand upon my breast together with the thrill of knowing someone young enough to have been my son was as keen for me, though he was yet to admit it, as I was for him, was sending my pussy into overdrive.
My lips slid from his neck. Looking down I could once more see the towel. Still damp and tented. I lowered my hand pushing it through the fold where, for the very first time the tips of my fingers touched his hardness. I both felt and heard Wade groan a fearful approval as my fingers curled around his stiff shaft. Younger...more innocent....despite his reluctance, he was as lost in this lust as I was.
I slid my left hand to the side of his face and looked deep into his sparkling blue eyes. Despite his nerves I could sense his body was alive like mine.
"Oh Wade!" I whispered. "You couldn't begin to know how much I have wanted this young cock."
For the moment I withdrew my hand and placing it on his waist I leant forward, pressing my lips into the side of his neck, wondering the effect my words would have. I was eager for our embrace to continue.
His body remained tense as my lips kissed and licked along his neck. I flicked out my tongue to tease at the lobe of his ear and when I did, he let out a quiet moan of pleasure and I felt his body relax a little.
I flicked my tongue out again, then started to kiss and nibble at his lobe, finally sucking it gently between my lips.
"Stop Maggie!" he said, but even before the words were out he'd tilted his head a little to allow me more access.
It was clear his nerves were beginning to take hold but I pressed on, confident I would win him around. I continued to kiss and lick and suck gently around his ear until again I felt his head tilt slightly, his body seeming to relax a little more. I slid my left hand around the back of his neck and parting my fingers, combed them into his hair, using them to tilt his head a little more.
I eased forward, my lips moving away from his ear, to kiss and lick their way down his neck, until I was planting open mouthed kisses under his chin, the fingers of my left hand still tilting his head to the side.
"Stop Maggie please! We need to stop," he pleaded once more.
I eased back a little to look up into his eyes. Despite his objection they were closed and as I listened I could hear his breathing had become ragged. I turned my attention to his lips. They were full, fleshy and I wanted to feel them against my own.
I continued planting wet, open mouthed kisses along his chin, his cheeks, while still caressing my fingers through his hair, but this time I moved my body closer, pressing my crotch against his stiffening member.
I felt his body tighten up once more and his hand press more firmly against my breast, as if ready to push me away, yet I could sense no conviction there. Even so, playing it safe, I returned my attention back to his neck.
The pressure of his hand on my breast eased. He seemed to relax and as he tilted his head a little more I resumed my open mouthed, wet kisses. Along his neck, beneath and up over his chin, each kiss drawing me nearer my goal...his lips.
My lips edged closer until I could feel the heat of his ragged breath, then curling my fingers firmly into his hair I pressed my lips lightly over his.
"No Maggie..." he moaned as he tried to turn his head but my fingers in his hair held him there.
"You want it Wade and I do too.." I whispered. I pressed my lips to his once more, this time offering a gossamer light peck.against his.
This time he didn't respond, but neither did he struggle.
I kissed him again, every bit as lightly as the first....then a second kiss.....a third.....a fourth.
By this time the fingers of my left hand were massaging sensuously through his hair, against his scalp and as my lips alighted on his for a sixth time I felt sure he'd started to respond.
It was almost intangible at first, little more than a slight parting of his lips. I pressed on giving him several more light pecks before moving my lips more firmly against his where, still putting the fingers of my hand in his hair to good use, I held him there as I probed his lips with the tip of my tongue, enjoying the fleshy feel of his lips, inwardly willing him to open up for me.
I heard him moan and for a moment wasn't sure if it were a moan of objection or one of pleasure. Moments later I received the answer when his hand moved from my breast to slide to the back of my neck, pulling me towards him, crushing my lips firmly over his as his mouth finally opened allowing access to my tongue.
It was the moment I'd been waiting for. The moment when all his tension was released.
I slid my right hand up over his body placing my palm and fingers against the side of his face as he finally responded to the kiss.
My tongue probed his, gently at first, seeking out the warmth of his mouth but now he fought back, his fingers holding firm against the back of my neck as he pressed my tongue back and his deep into my mouth.
We were both moaning aloud now, our situation temporarily forgotten as our heads turned from side to side, our lips mashing together, our tongues eager to duel.
I could our breaths coming in ragged short bursts.
"Ohhh Wade!" I murmured, as my hands pulled his lips firmly onto mine.
He pushed me back until we were looking into one another's eyes. I could see his lust burning in that deep blue hue just as I was sure he would see the same in mine. He grabbed at my neck and once more pulled me into a fiery, passionate kiss. Our tongues probed and fought, our heads bobbed and twisted, our breath no more than gasps as we each fought for air.
I pressed my body hard against his, the tell tale feel of his stiff member digging into my crotch. He responded, his hands sliding down my back, onto the cheeks of my arse where he pulled me hard against the towelling...against his swollen cock.
Another passionate, searing kiss ensued, our lips kissing, our tongues probing, our heads twisting and turning. It was as if we were both teenagers, our first time...our first such kiss. We stayed like that for several minutes, enjoying the closeness of one another's bodies until finally he pushed me away once more.
This time the room appeared to be filled with the sounds of us trying to catch our breath. I couldn't believe how aroused he'd gotten me, yet in truth I shouldn't have been surprised. I think I knew then I had wanted him right from the day I had seen him in the kitchen....dressing where that same night I had used my vibrator.
Aware of how out of breath I was I looked him up and down. His well formed abs, his strong, smooth chest, while down below, still hidden, his more than sufficient manhood.
"Ohh Wade! You have no idea what you do for me." I gasped.
His lips turned to a smile. "Believe me Mags. You have no idea the effect you've had on me these past weeks."
He reached out and grabbing at my waist, pulled me into yet another intense kiss, his hand sliding up to my neck, pulling me close, crushing his lips over mine once more.
We were both moaning aloud now though it would be fairer to say our moans were more like animal grunts as we continued to devour one another's lips.
Again he eased me back but this time I pulled him to me. I couldn't get enough of him...his lips. I was enjoying the way he kissed, for his expertise belied his youth. I grabbed at his hair, gripping it tight between my fingers as I sucked hard on his tongue, enjoying its slippery texture as he prodded and probed. I imagined it to be his cock, the cock that right then was pressing firmly into my belly.
He eased me away, his body every bit as flushed and breathless as mine.
"Ohhh Mags I want you so bad. I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since that afternoon."
Hearing his words I let out a groan .A few weeks ago the very idea this young, good looking guy had any real interest in me was nothing more than a fantasy on my part, merely the overactive imaginings of an older woman, now here he was telling me everything I had wanted to hear. His words sent a shiver coursing through my body. I reached out and using both hands released the towel from his hips letting it drop to the floor. He stepped back, a little surprised by my actions, which allowed me to admire what I had just revealed, a thick, lengthy, veiny cock with the most perfect domed head and sumptuous balls I'd ever seen.
I stepped forward, tracing a finger upwards along his manhood.
"I want you too Wade." I whispered as I fisted my fingers around his thick shaft.
He groaned as I began moving my hand slowly up its length.
"You know we can't do this Maggie. Not now. Not with Mike only downstairs."
"I know," I said as I stepped a little closer while moving my hand back down his shaft.
"He could come up at any time."
"Yes. You're right." I answered, my hand moving back up along his stiff dick.
"We'd best stop this now then." he told me, his hands reaching out for my waist.
"Absolutely!" I replied, stepping close to press my body against his.
Holding me tight and with the towel now on the floor the wetness of his body seeped into my clothes. It was yet another foolish action but I was too far gone. Far too aroused to care about such incidentals.
Our lips met, initially a flurry of light, rapid pecks. It didn't last. We both needed more. The passion building was far too intense. Our lips opened wide where our tongues began dancing, both inside and outside of one another's mouths. We embraced with a searing, passionate, sloppy French kiss and as I felt his hand slide up behind my neck, his fingers stroking. teasing I knew I wanted him all. His lips...his tongue...his mouth...his saliva....I wanted every part of him.....
"Maggie!"
We both heard it at the same time, Mike calling out my name from downstairs.
"Ohh Shit!" I moaned as I spun away from his arms, aware I had to get out of the bathroom and fast.
I pressed my lips quickly to Wades then not even having time to check my appearance I stepped towards the door. Opening it and closing it quickly behind me I made my way to the landing.
"I'm just coming!" I called out from the landing, where as my hands brushed down my clothing I realised too late, both my skirt, and more importantly my top, were still damp from my encounter with Wade.
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