After I stepped out of the shower and put on my short silk robe, my thoughts lingered on what had just happened. It had been so long since I’d experienced any kind of sex, I actually thought I was finished with that side of life. Sure, I masturbated occasionally but, even then, it was only stimulating my clit, nothing more.
But, most remarkable of all - even in all my married years - I’d never experienced what I’d enjoyed with this young removal man.
I went into the kitchen, poured a cup of coffee and started going over what had just happened to me. Amazingly, I found myself becoming aroused again. That young man had certainly woken something in me that I hadn’t felt for a long time.
I sat at the table, opened my computer and did something I’d never done: I searched porn sites.
Some were about straight fucking, others were about anal sex, and there was a lot of lesbian action. None of this was what I really wanted. I‘d felt something different with my young mover, something that had really excited me. He had been dominant, taking control, telling me to do this or that. And I obeyed.
I’d never really experienced anything like it because my ex had been such a placid man. There was nothing exciting or forceful about him. As I looked at various sites, I thought that maybe I’d been so turned on simply because it had been a long time since I’d been with a real man. I wasn’t really sure of the reason for my arousal and, truthfully, it didn’t matter. What was important, was how he’d managed to excite me and left me wanting to repeat the experience. But how do you arrange to meet someone like that. Should I call the young mover again?
Continuing to explore the internet, I came across a site that was all about domination and submission. This seemed to be what I’d experienced that morning, and the more I read and watched, the hornier I got.
I began watching a man pleasuring his partner with toys; I soon opened my robe, spread my legs and rubbed my clit. I noticed how he controlled her; I became wetter and wetter, plunging fingers deep inside my pussy. I moved them in and out rapidly, and was soon on the verge of cumming. Then, on the screen, the man abruptly stopped toying his woman. I could see the woman, like me, was on the verge of cumming and I was so stunned when he denied her a climax, that I also stopped fingering myself.
As she gasped in frustration, the man told her that this pause, what he called ”edging,” would make her orgasm even better when he finally allowed it. So, I waited for him to insert the dildo again. When he did, I eased my fingers back into my pussy. In a few minutes, I was again ready to cum and, when the man on screen yelled “Cum," she actually orgasmed at his command. Not only that, I pushed harder and deeper and made myself cum at the same time. As I relaxed back in my chair and got my breathing under control, I knew this was something I was interested in. And I also decided I needed to get some toys.
I looked at sex toys online, but didn't really know what I was looking for or what I needed. I thought about the toys the Dom had used and I saw several that I might like. I also remembered having the removal man’s cock in my ass, and how that turned me on. That had been a new experience and, after looking at several butt plugs, I decided to order one. Also, I bought a large dildo, recalling how I’d enjoyed the feeling of being full. Finally, I ordered a "Clit Stimulizer" and then sat back, thinking about what I would be doing with all these toys.
I finished my coffee and returned to the bathroom to clean up after my masturbation session. I decided to shower and shave my armpits and legs. Then, glancing at my reflection in the mirror, I had another thought: most of the women I’d watched on the various porn sites seemed to be clean shaven, no bush or very little pubic hair. Again, it was something I’d never considered.
I applied the shaving lotion and carefully shaved off my pubic hair. I felt smooth, very soft and I could see my clit poking out. Shaving my pussy had been arousing, and now I rubbed my hard, swollen clit. It felt so good, I was already wishing my toys had arrived. I rubbed, pinched and stroked my sensitive nub, bringing myself off. Yes, more juices ran down my thighs.
I let the warm water flow over my body, again washing between my legs before getting out of the shower and drying with a bath towel. I couldn’t stop thinking about all the new things I would learn and enjoy, now that I was free in my own place.
With the sale of our house, I’d had a decent divorce settlement, so I wasn’t in a rush to find employment. I would have to get a job, but not right at the moment. I could take my time looking, and hopefully find something I would enjoy.
I scanned over the want ads, but I didn't really see anything for me. So, I folded the paper, put on jeans and T-shirt and thought about my day’s plans. I had laundry to do. I needed to hang some pictures on the walls, and put up curtains.
That meant I needed to visit the hardware store to buy tools, nails and curtain hooks. I put on my shoes and was out the door, quite forgetting I wasn't wearing a bra or panties.
At the store, I was looking at various hammers, when someone asked if I needed some help. I recognised the voice and I turned to see my young removal man smiling at me.
"Hello Mrs. S"
“Hello… sorry, I’ve forgotten your name."
"You might have forgotten my name, but I’m sure you didn't forget my cock.”
“Shush,” I said, looking around to see if anyone had heard him.
“What's wrong Mrs. S?"
He stared into my eyes and I felt my nipples harden. And that’s when I realized I wasn’t wearing a bra. I crossed my arms to cover my breasts, but he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Don't hide those beautiful nipples.” Instantly, he pulled my arms away and pinched both nipples.
I was shocked and went to push his hands away, but I stopped when I looked into his face. He gave me a challenging look, continuing to pinch and pull on my nipples right there in the hardware store. I glanced around, and was relieved not to see any other customers close by.
But the young man wasn’t satisfied with teasing my nipples. He slipped his hands inside my T-shirt and started massaging my breasts. I gasped and tried to move away, but he pulled me closer.
"Stand still,” he said and pulled on my aroused nipples until I thought I would cum right there.
"Go to the restroom,” he ordered. “I’ll follow you in a few minutes."
He withdrew his hands from under my shirt, and I stood looking at him for a few seconds, trying to decide what I should do. I turned towards the exit, but he said, "No Mrs. S, the restroom is that way,” and he pointed towards the rear of the store.
At that moment, all I truly wanted was for this young man to fuck me again. I walked obediently to the restroom and waited for him. It wasn't long before he followed me in, locking the door behind him. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. I looked up at him and he said only one word, “Suck."
Why are you doing this?
The question raced through my mind as I unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zip on his jeans. But I knew the answer. It was quite simple: this was what I wanted; it was exciting. Pulling his cock out of his jeans, stroking him and obeying his commands certainly fit the bill. I craved this kind of excitement, this new experience.
“Put it in your mouth,” he ordered. “No hands. Put them behind your back."
I did as I was told and took his cock into my mouth. I began to suck him, and he put his hands on the sides of my face.
"Open your mouth slut!"
I was shocked by his tone. I went to pull back, but he pulled me onto his cock and immediately started to pump it in and out of my mouth. He pushed it so deep I began to gag.
"Open wider, take all of my cock. I want it in your beautiful throat. Now!"
I tried to open up my throat and take him in, but I gagged again. He eased out and let me up to catch some air, but soon thrust his cock back down my throat. Tears started trickling down my cheeks, he held me there again, longer this time.
Before letting go off my face, he snapped, “Let’s have those pants off."
He pulled me to my feet and I removed my jeans. I was struggling to breath after having his thick cock in my throat, but he wasted no time in bending me over the sink and thrusting deep into my pussy. I was surprised at how wet I was, and as he pounded me with hard, fast strokes I blurted, "Yes, hell yes, fuck me, fuck me hard."