For all the years that I made a graceful exit to clean myself up after sex, last night, I couldn’t. I neither had the energy nor the will. After sending my eighteen-year-old gorgeous exchange student Leo back to his bed after I took his virginity, I just lay there, naked, basking in my own happiness, with his sexy Italian virility leaking from between my legs.
He asked to stay, and I briefly entertained the idea, but I’m old enough to be his mother, and I need my sleep. I knew there was no way I would get any with the sexy, naked Duracell bunny wanting to fuck me all night.
So this morning, I am wide awake and horny as hell. As I make his breakfast, I can hear him in the shower above me, naked. I just want to go upstairs and sit on his beautiful face while I pour melted chocolate all over his cock and lick it off.
Then the shower stops, and I distract myself by cooking him some eggs. At the same time, I fantasise about him fertilising mine.
I don’t hear him enter the kitchen over the radio, but I feel his hands slide around my body and cup my breasts through my pyjamas as he presses his groin against my ass.
“Morning,” I pant as his lips find my neck. Leo likes kissing my neck. I realised this yesterday, and I wore my hair up this morning on the off chance.
Yesterday, I defended myself from his advances by waving a spatula at him to warn him off. Today I just want him to bend me over the worktop and fuck me.
“Morning,” he mutters in his sexy Italian accent. “Can’t wait to get home tonight.”
‘Why wait?’ I think, but don’t say it. Today, Leo is being collected and taken on another trip, and I must go to work after calling in sick yesterday to wax my pussy and buy lingerie to seduce a guy my daughter’s age.
I go upstairs and shower while he eats his breakfast, locking the door to stop him from coming in, but secretly wanting him to batter it down to get at me.
I force myself into my sexiest, tightest jeans and a white blouse to see him off on his trip. His eyes search me before he leaves, desperate to stay. “Tonight,” I whisper. “Promise.”
Leo leaves, looking at me over his shoulder as he walks to the waiting bus full of his friends. Then, when he’s gone, I collapse onto my hallway floor, happy with myself for being a grown-up and not spending the whole day naked with him licking ice cream from my breasts.
People at work comment on how I look. It seems that Leo has inadvertently reminded me that I can dress and be sexy when I want to. During a dull day at the office, staring at my screen, I find myself fixating on all the things I want to do with him and the things I want him to do to me.
I dash home after work and put on a summer dress, a short one, and I go naked beneath it. I’ve just changed when the door knocks, and I open it to Leo, whose eyes are on fire already.
“Dinner?” I ask, eyeing him as he puts down his bag in the hallway and studies my dress.
“Not yet,” he says, moving in on me immediately. He pushes me backwards until I sit on my stairs, and then his mouth meets mine. As he devours me, his fingers slide from my ankle, up the inside of my leg, under my dress, and deep into my pussy, which has been lubricating itself rapidly in anticipation of his return.
“Oh, Leo,” I pant, running my fingers through his sexy black hair. He looks at me and lifts my dress higher, then kneels between my legs, grips them and buries his tongue into me.
“I’m supposed to feed you dinner!” I pant in fake protest.
“Not hungry,” he murmurs into me. I give in easily and wrap my legs around his head, pulling him in. If it’s my pussy he hungers for, he can eat it all night if he wants. He’s becoming very good at it.