Lustful Liaisons

"Damn, Louise you remind me of a school teacher who I had a crush on in Junior High," he said with a low chuckle. "Now drop your skirt ma'am."

Trembling with pure excitement I reached behind to unzip my skirt. All thoughts of trying the sultry seduction had gone. I needed to be naked with this beautiful man. I wanted his eyes and hands on my body so badly. The soft fabric slipped over the curve of my hips as I inched it downwards to reveal my flat tummy and the wet fleshy pussy that nestled between my thighs. As part of my newly discovered sexual freedom I had shaven most of my pubic hair leaving only a small triangle of curls above my pussy. The fleshy pink lips were smooth and I loved to touch them and watch the way they glistened and opened when I played with myself.

Blaize watched me silently while his hand moved over the hard bulge in his jeans as if to quell the ache that I knew he must be feeling. Standing naked before him I felt suddenly shy and my cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment. He reached across and stroked the wet smooth lips of my pussy with his long fingers. I gasped at his intimate touch and then moaned in pleasure as he spread my cunt lips open and ran his thumb over the hard nub of my swollen clit.

"Beautiful," he said, "So fucking beautiful."

Two of his fingers had snaked themselves deep into me and my pussy clenched around them with each of his little thrusts.

"Oh Blaize, don't make me beg, fuck me please."

He pulled the glistening fingers from me and brought them up to his mouth where he could smell and taste my essence. "Not yet. Your dildo, the one you used on the phone with me. Go get it."

I returned to find Blaize pulling his shirt off and opening the button on his jeans.

"Wait, let me do that," I said wanting to savor the unwrapping of this young stud. I ran my hands over his firm belly enjoying the warm smoothness of his body and the ripple of his honed abdominal muscles under my fingertips. Tentatively I lowered my mouth to the bulge in his jeans and scraped my teeth over the warmth radiating from his groin. He let out a small moan as I inched the zipper down and reached in to the waistband of his boxers. Being careful not to touch his cock, I had him raise his ass off the chair so I could strip the jeans and underwear off.

At last I was able to feast my eyes on all of him. My eyes were riveted to his cock and I trailed a finger up and down the length of it, tracing the bulging veins. He was a little above average length and very thick with sparse black hair covering his heavy balls. My mouth watered and my pussy clenched. It was the perfect cock for me.

He was so hard. I hadn't sucked a cock that hard since I was twenty. The steely smoothness and heat of him drove me wild. I licked a long slow line from the root of his cock to the tip. It bobbed against my cheek and I whimpered before I took him in my mouth and moaned around him, letting my lips vibrate slightly as my tongue danced on the underside of his cock until it was glistening with my saliva. I sucked him lightly at first, taking more of him into my mouth and then switched to long wet pulls, sucking him deeply and passionately. I wanted to please him and make him noisy with need and pleasure. Precum dribbled from his slit and I lapped it up greedily. I had never swallowed cum before but right now I was craving the full taste of Blaize's seed.

"Not yet," he groaned as he pulled himself from my eager lips. "I want to watch you play with yourself first. I want to bring the image of you, while you phone fucked me, to life.

No one had ever watched me masturbate before but the idea of him doing so thrilled me more than I could believe. I lay on the floor and spread my legs, placing my feet up on his knees as he sat on the chair and watched me.

I slid a finger through the creamy wetness of my pussy and splayed the puffy lips open like a flower to reveal the deep pinkness of my core to him. From my experience of watching myself when I played, I knew that Blaize would be seeing the small juice bubbles pooling in the folds of my cunt while my swollen clit would be exposed at the top of the lips. I heard his sharp intake of air as I massaged the hard nub of flesh while I inserted the dildo into my pussy and pushed it as far as it would go. My lips had to stretch to accommodate its girth.

"Oh fuck, "he groaned excitedly, "Do it, fuck yourself hard,"

All at once, the wanton slut and the exhibitionist in me surfaced as I lost myself in his words and the thrill of him watching me; directing me. I shoved the dildo in hard and thrust it in and out of myself obscenely, reveling in the lewd sounds of my slobbering pussy being crudely fucked by a toy. Blaize's eyes darted from my cunt to my face while he kept a firm grip on my ankles. Occasionally his big hands would stray up my calves as he caressed me.

"Blaize, I'm going to come," I gasped as the first waves of clenching ecstasy flooded my abdomen and caused me to arch my back off the floor. "Oh God, God!" I screamed as exquisite shards of pleasure coursed through my entire body.

I opened my eyes to find him lowering himself onto me. My pussy was slick with juice but I felt every inch of his young cock as he entered me with a firm steady pressure. I'm not sure what he was expecting but he seemed surprised.

"Ahh God, this is amazing," he growled as he buried himself inside me.

He called my forty six year old pussy amazing! I'd show him amazing. I wrapped my legs around his waist and clenched my pussy muscles tightly around his gorgeous cock. The sensation of having him inside my body was so good, I was torn between wanting to thrust my pelvis upwards to meet each of his driving thrusts or just remain perfectly still as I squeezed him. His eyes were hooded with pleasure and he cried out as he felt my cunt milking him. Driven by his delicious reaction to me I urged him on, raking my long nails over his back.

"Take it all baby, that's it, fuck me, fuck me hard. Give it all to me."

"Oh Christ," he moaned as he shuddered and blasted a thick load of cum deep inside me.

When our breathing returned to normal I led him to the bedroom and took him back in my mouth. I licked and sucked him like he was some kind of gourmet meal, savoring the combined taste of pussy juice and cum that lingered on his cock. Within five minutes he was hard again. The wonders of youth, I thought smiling as I trailed his cock between my tits and rubbed my big nipple over his cockhead. He pulled away and wrestled me so he could straddle my face.

"Enough of that, you little slut." A rush of excitement speared through me. Blaize knew from our phone play how much it turned me on when he spoke dirty to me and called me his slut or personal whore. He slapped his cock against my cheek. "Open your mouth and suck it bitch. Get it good and hard so I can fuck your ass."

I shivered in anticipation as he roughly fucked my face. Anal sex had been part of almost every fantasy we shared.

He got me up on hands and knees and scooped a big dollop of lube between my ass cheeks. Two of his fingers found their way inside my tight hole and I groaned at the delicious sensation of being violated. I wriggled my ass against his hand and he leaned forward to whisper in my ear. "You are a dirty slut, aren't you Louise?" I nodded and my pussy began to ooze.

"Shove that dildo in your pussy, and keep it there," Blaize commanded. "Now, you sexy bitch, tell me what you want me to do to your ass."

"Oh, please... yes," I gasped overcome with the excitement of what was happening.

"Please what?" Blaize snapped pulling my hair back and slapping my ass. My cheeks burned from the stinging smack.

"Fuck my ass, please," I whimpered. The muscles of my cunt throbbed madly around the dildo inside me as I gave myself over to the incredible realization of what was about to happen. I was about to be double fucked; sodomized, driven to the limits of my fevered fantasies and I trembled shamelessly with anticipation.

Blaize eased his cock between my cheeks and I tried to relax my rectal muscles by pushing outwards as I had learned to do when inserting my anal toys. I felt the pressure of his slick cock head as he struggled to get through the tight hole and a scream ripped from my throat as he finally made it passed the tight anal ring and all the way deep into my rectum. God, I was stretched, so exquisitely stretched. A great gust of air rushed from my lungs as Blaize began to move slowly. He grunted in pleasure as he pulled himself back from my tight depths and then sunk his cock back in again letting me become accustomed to the invasion of his thickness. I moved in time to his rhythm and he reached over to flip the switch on the dildo in my cunt. The sensations were almost too intense to bear; being skewered between a big vibrating rubber dildo and a thick pulsating cock. I came in a convulsing screaming orgasm that had me sobbing and clawing at the bed sheets uncontrollably.

Completely drained, we lay back on the bed and let that languid post-orgasmic slumber wash over us. Later, we had another round of slow tender sex and then he left.

It occurred to me afterwards, that I had spent the afternoon with a younger man in the most sublime way, using his body to satisfy myself, and during that time we had no regular conversation at all. It was all about sex. Just good dirty sex between two consenting adults who had got together to share their mutual needs and satisfactions.

***

In the months that followed, Blaize and I continued with our no-strings attached relationship. We experimented together, trying different things, even getting into some bizarre role play but one thing remained constant; the sex was always amazing. I put it down to the fact that we enjoyed each other's company and got together to fuck without the overhanging edges of jealousy or dependency, and we made no other demands on each other. Blaize said he enjoyed the company and intellect of an older woman as well as the fact that I was comfortable with my body. And of course, he loved the no-holds-barred sex.

What we had, was the perfect blend of thoughtfulness and detachment that kept our sexual batteries charged, and allowed us the kind of dirty hot fucking that you can only have with a stranger, but without us having to resort to pick-ups or one night stands. Although we never discussed it, there were no expectations of further emotional commitment. There were no illusions that we were soul mating for eternity or that we would fall in love. We were from two different generations with widely differing interests. All we had in common was our mutual lust and the uninhibited way we satisfied it together. Simply put, we were fuck buddies and we often focused more on the 'fuck' than the 'buddy.' It helped things to remain uncomplicated and kept the relationship from sliding into a morass of emotional need.

Was it liberating for me?

Oh, yeah, you bet!

The strange thing was it didn't make me feel cheap. I wasn't sleeping around but I was having the best sex of my life and getting back my confidence while still fulfilling my dutiful role in society. I did some charity work, took art lessons, played tennis at the club and still got together at dinner parties with my married friends. Occasionally I even went out with their boring fix-up dates.

The ladies at the book club all said I looked marvelous and begged me to share my secret with them. They took great pleasure in teasing me about having a 'new mystery man' in my life but I smiled demurely and dismissed it all with a wave of the hand. After all, how could I possibly tell them that on Easter Sunday, instead of going to church, I'd invited Blaize over? He arrived with little shiny foil wrapped chocolate treats stuffed down his jeans and our foreplay involved an Easter egg hunt in his underwear. Mr Chocolate Pants, with his extraordinary stamina for riding - and we're not talking bikes here, was my personal fuck boy and my salvation. I wasn't sharing any of him with those frustrated bookworms.

***

The day after my forty seventh birthday, Blaize called. We hadn't seen each other for a week and a half and I was feeling that heavy aching pressure in my groin.

"How about going out for dinner tonight?"

Out for dinner? What the hell had come over him? "Blaize, honey you know we don't date, we..."

"We fuck," he said laughing. "Yeah, and we will I guarantee that, but it's a little belated birthday surprise that I want to give you."

"Aww Blaize, you shouldn't have," Honestly, I was amazed that he had even remembered my birthday given that I had only mentioned it once in passing shortly after we met. Still, I was reluctant to be seen out in public dating a man young enough to be my son.

"Hey, don't worry about anyone seeing us together," he said as if reading my mind. "There's this great up market place a couple miles out of town, no-one will know us and it is Tuesday night , for God's sake, hardly social night out. I'll pick you up at seven."

The restaurant was just as he had promised; away from the main road, discreet and with great ambience. But my first surprise had been when he called to collect me. Gone were the shiny black tresses tied back in a ponytail. Instead, his hair had been stylishly cut short which had the effect of accentuating his good looks and subtly adding a few years onto his age. He smiled at my wide-eyed stare as I took in his new look, complete with well tailored trousers and lounge shirt. God, he was devastatingly hot and in a sense tonight would be like fucking a new guy, even if I did secretly miss those youthful locks.

During dinner Blaize confessed that the new image was in keeping with his new job. He didn't go into too much detail but it appeared that an opportunity had come about for someone with his background and degree, and he had got the position. For some inexplicable reason a warm flush of pride came over me as I congratulated him. There was no doubt in my mind that he would be successful and soon climbing the rungs up the corporate ladder.

By the time the main course was finished and we had consumed two bottles of celebratory champagne I was ready to go back to my place and tear Blaize's clothes off him. I reached over the table to caress his wrist and stroke his fingers.

The waiter dropped off the dessert menu and disappeared. That was the great thing about expensive restaurants like this, I thought as I dropped my hand below the table and grazed Blaize's crotch. The waiters were trained enough to be unobtrusive, but there when you wanted them.

"Still hungry for dessert?" Blaize asked in a low voice.

"I am," I said feeling his cock harden under the light scratching of my long nails. "I just don't think they have what we want on the menu."

He smiled and his even teeth gleamed in the muted light.

"Wanna bet?" he said, licking his lips. "I think I'm going to have myself a little taste now..."

"What?" He couldn't be serious. I knew he was wild, but he would never do something this crazy even if we had fantasized about having sex in public. I smiled to hide my confusion. "Blaize, let's just get the check and go..."

With a half smile on his face, he looked around quickly and then down as if he had dropped something before disappearing under the tablecloth.

Shock and excitement collided somewhere in my chest jolting my heart from its normal steady rhythm. Jesus, this was the birthday surprise he was talking about. I glanced surreptitiously around the room and realized with relief that a column partially hid our table from the restaurant. The other diners were deep in conversation. Thank God, nobody had noticed.

My skirt slid up my legs as I pushed myself down deep in the chair and eased myself forward to meet him.

Blaize's hand moved against my thighs and I lifted my ass an inch or two from the seat so he could reach for the elastic of my bikini briefs with his eager fingers. I squirmed beneath his touch and a sharp spike of excitement coursed through my body. My lips were dry and my heart hammered in my chest. All around us lurked the danger of humiliation, the dread embarrassment of discovery. But the diners dined on oblivious to the passion that was building in their midst.

Beneath the table Blaize tugged my panties over my knees and down my claves. He ran his hand along the inside of my thighs and parted them until I splayed my legs wide open for him. Shuddering with excitement I leaned back in the chair and thrust out my pelvis. My pussy was wet with desire and a shiver of anticipation coursed through me as I basked in the wickedness of the moment.

"Oooohhh," I moaned softly as his fingers found my slit and explored the slick flesh. Beneath the white of the tablecloth, I could feel my steam build as my cunt began to throb. His mouth was against my lips, hovering so I could feel the heat from his breath. I wanted to scream for him to lick me. Goddammit, he was teasing me mercilessly, nuzzling near to me, burying his cheek against the inside of my thighs. With one hand I grabbed his hair and pushed my thighs together, clamping his head between them.

"Please," I hissed urgently as his masculine skin rasped against the creamy softness of my thigh. The first touch of his tongue had me shuddering with delight. It was gentle initially, finding it's way through my wetness as he lapped softly, exploring the folds, savoring the extraordinary intimacy, it's edges sharpened by danger. But his passion was too strong for controlled clever love and my impatience was too great. On either side of his head, my thighs imprisoned him. I reached beneath the table and pressed against his head, forcing his face into my cunt. He pulled my pussy lips into his mouth and sucked and nibbled at them hungrily He was my captive now. I had him where he could not escape. He existed for my pleasure.

"Fuck me with your mouth," I murmured.

His tongue disappeared into my depths like a dagger. It pierced, long and hard, reaching into my cunt and setting my mind ablaze. His head was crushed against me and I ground my hips against his face to increase the friction.

In the background I could hear the muted sounds of the restaurant; soft music, the murmur of voices, knives and forks clinking against plates and an echo of a siren in the distance, but the faces of the diners were blurred by the intensity of my desire. Blaize was drinking shamelessly from my pussy as he probed me and licked in long strokes from the slick depths of my cunt to the swollen tip of my clit. A groan caught in the back of my throat as he lingered at the sensitive knot of my clit, pushing it out and pressing down with his tongue. I squirmed and let out a soft moan. I was like a fountain at his face, wetting his lips as he fought for breath in the lake of my lust.

Across the room, sitting a few tables away from us was a party of six, but the eyes of one of the men had come to rest on me. I swallowed hard as I realized that he had been avidly watching me. There was something about his focused attention that made me absolutely certain that he had no doubt as to what was going on beneath the pristine white tablecloth. Jesus, he knew that I was being tongue fucked, that in the midst of this respectable place a young man was eating my pussy out. My cheeks burned with shame but to my horror, my excitement escalated. I struggled to remain still and composed as the first wonderful quickening began in the pit of my stomach. I glanced back at the man and he smiled slightly as he lifted a plump cherry tomato to his lips. It disappeared slowly into his mouth but he let his fingertip linger at his lips as his tongue snaked out to lick it.

My climax was close and under the table Blaize could sense it on my quivering clit. He lashed me with his tongue, quickening the rhythm, beating me faster, driving me closer and closer to the exquisite moment.