I turned 37 a few months ago. And then my boyfriend and I broke up. I moved into a new place - a cute little one bedroom in a VERY large building. 300 units. Near a college, so ... lots of horny boys always around. Perfect for a woman nearing 40 and insatiable.

Plus ... people always tell me I look like I'm in my late 20s so ... in a way I fit right in.

Anyway, I was downstairs, doing laundry on a Friday night as single girlies dooo when a cute boy walked in. By the way, let's not get the wrong idea here: Early 20s = cute boys.

So, cute boy enters.

"Hey," he says as he pops open a washer.

"Hello," I say cautiously.

Single woman. Basement laundry room. Alone. Always creeped me out, so I was immediately a little guarded.

"Laundry on a Friday, huh?" He said dryly. "Guess I'm not the only loser in the building."

I gasped. He had no hint of humor in his voice. He just matter of factly called me a loser. Flat voice. No smirk. No NOTHING.

"Speak for yourself," I said.

Hey listen, this was New York City. You can't be a baby.

"Hah," he said with a smirk.

He looked over at me JUST as I was putting my gigantic waterproof blanket in the washer.

"The fuck is that?" He asked. "You have a dog or something?"

"Oh uh," I said, blushing. "No. No dog."

"Then why the hell is that blanket half plastic?"

"It's ..." I sighed. Fuck it. "It's for adults," I winked.

"I don't get it," he said.

I looked at him. He was actually really cute. Short blonde hair. A slightly oversized black t-shirt -- his muscles still on display. He had a few tattoos. A gold necklace. I smiled at him. He smiled back.

"It's a sex blanket," I said. "For women who get very VERY wet."

"Oh shit," he said.

"Yeah," I said as I stuffed it into the washer.

I could tell he wanted to say something. He was probably agonizing over the perfect one liner to try to get in my pants. But he was also early 20s. Inexperienced. He was doubting himself. He knew his one liner was weak. Or lame. His eyes darted anxiously. Time was wasting. If he had a good line in 45 seconds, it would be too late.

"You know," I said. "So when I squirt I don't ruin my mattress."

"Ah," he said. He was so nervous.

"Have you ever seen a woman squirt?" I asked.

"I mean like. Yeah. In porn. Not in real life, though," he said.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Zac. No K. Or H."

"Z-A-C," I said.

"You got it."

"I'm Holly," I said, extending my hand. He walked over and shook it.

"So," he said. "How uh. How does it work?"

"Squirting?" I asked.

"Mm-hmm," Zac said.

"I ... can show you ... if you want?" I whispered.

"Uh ... yeah," he said nervously. "I mean if you're cool with that, I would like to ... learn?"

I giggled.

"You're way too cute," I said.

He didn't know what to say or how to compliment me. But I knew he was thinking about how to tell me I was fucking hot.

"How old do you think I am?" I asked.

"I donno like ... 28?"

"Let's go with that," I said, laughing. "How old are you?"

"22," Zac said.

"Come with me, Zac," I said, taking him by the hand.

We got on the elevator and went to the 11th floor. My floor. I took him to my apartment. Unlocked the door. Escorted him inside.

"Sit there," I said, pointing to a chair in my living room.

He sat.

I undressed. His eyes popped. I had an incredible body. Lean. Tall. Athletic. Big breasts. Natural, of course. I had a small bush. A great ass. Tan. I did yoga and pilates. I lifted weights.

"Wow," he whispered as he gulped.

I went into my bedroom and got a dildo from my dresser. And two towels. I threw them on my sofa.

"Okay," I said as I put the dildo into my mouth. Zac watched. I sucked the toy, gagging gently. I could see his cock get hard. I took the wet dildo and slid it slowly into my pussy while I rubbed my clit.

"Holy shit," he whispered.

"Mmm fuck, this feels so good," I whispered.

I pumped the dildo in and out of my creamy pussy. Zac watched in awe.

"Come here," I said after a while.

Zac got up and walked over to me.

"Get on your knees," I said.

He got on his knees. Cute boys are so obedient.

"Put your fingers inside of me. Two of them. Like this," I said, doing the come hither movement.

He put his fingers in my cunt.

"Oh my god," he grunted.

I could feel his hard cock press against my leg.

"Now just move up and down ... juust like that. Mmm keep your fingers right there. You're on my g-spot. Just keep going. Good boy. Just like that."

My pussy was getting wetter and wetter while Zac fingered me and I rubbed my clit.

"Like this?" He asked.

"Mmm fuck yes. Finger fuck my pussy," I purred.

Zac fingered me at the same perfect speed.

"Fuck that feels sooo good," I purred as I kept rubbing my clit.

He pressed his fingers into me. I moaned. My nipples were rock hard. My cunt was insanely wet. I looked at him. He was so focused on my pussy. I loved it. I loved how focused he was.

"Good boy," I purred. "Right there."

He kept fingering. I was shaking. Trembling.

"That's it," I moaned. "You're gonna make me squirt."

He kept the pressure, fingering, rubbing my g-spot. I was shaking. Trembling. Rubbing my clit.

"Fuck, baby, right there. I'm so close," I said.

"I want to watch you squirt," he grunted.

"I'm so close!" I cried.

"Do it!" He howled. "Squirt on me!"

"Oh Zac, I'm so close! I'm so cl-close! I'm gonna cum! Keep fingering me! Finger fuck my pussy!"

"Squirt for me!" He begged.

Suddenly, I gushed, squiritng all over Zac. Trembling, I collapsed into the sofa. My legs were shaking like crazy. His eyes were wide.

"Oh my GOD," Zac said.

"Did you like watching?" I asked.

"I loved it," he said. He sat on my living room floor, studying my naked body.

"Do you want to fuck me?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Fuck me, then," I said.

Zac stood up and undressed. He had an incredible body. Muscles everywhere. He threw his clothes on the floor and stepped closer to me. I leaned forward and took his dick in my mouth.

"Oh fuck," he grunted.

Zac looked up to the ceiling. I was sure he was talking to himself. Telling himself not to cum too early. I throated him, taking his entire cock down my throat.

He looked down at me. I looked up at him. With his entire cock down my throat, I winked.

"Oh my god," he groaned.

I pulled back, releasing his saliva coated cock from my throat. A long trail of spit dangled from his cock to my lips. The spit snapped and landed on my breasts.

"How do you want me?" I asked.

"I want you to ride me," he said.

Zac sat on the sofa. I straddled him. He sucked my nipples as I rode him sliding up and down on his cock. He moaned. He put his hands on my hips. I rode him slowly. Letting him savour every single second.

"You feel incredible," he whispered.

I slid up and down a little faster. And then a little faster. And then even faster.

"Fuck! Yes! Your! Cock is! So HARD!" I cried.

Zac flipped me around and got behind me. He slammed his hard cock into my cunt and fucked me from behind. He looked into the mirror on my wall and watched him fuck me. He watched the mirror. He pumped. Fucking me harder and harder.

"Yes! Fuck me with your big hard cock!" I cried out as I reached a finger between my legs and masturbated. I was shaking. Trembling.

"I'm gonna cum again!" I cried.

He yanked his cock from my cunt and I gushed, squirting all over the sofa.

"Cum on my face," I begged as I got onto my knees. Zac stood over me and ejaculated immediately. Seven thick ropes of white sperm shot across my face and into my mouth.

"FUUUUCK!" He shouted as he continued to cum.

"Yesss baby! YES! SOAK MEEEE!" I giggled.

Once his balls were empty and my face was drenched in semen, he collapsed onto the sofa, gasping for breath.

"Oh my god that was amazing," he grunted.

I sat against the sofa, legs spread, face coated. I licked my lips, tasting the sperm on my face.

"You're incredible," he grunted.

"Well," I said. "I've gotta get back to my chores."

"Oh uh. Yeah. S-same. Same. Laundry and all."

"Mm-hmm," I said, standing up. His sperm dripped onto my tits. "Maybe I'll see you back down there."

"Do you think we could ... do this again sometime?" Zac asked.

"Oh my god, yes. As often as you want. I ... work from home. Don't hesitate to knock. Any time."