I’ve posted previously about my experiences with a younger man. I’m recently single and after a long period of no sex. I finally gave in..

I’d had a few drinks and decided to text him, just to check in. He let me know he’d been thinking about me. I felt a fire in my belly. After a few drinks with friends, it was obvious the night was due to come to an end. So I let him know and he offered to take me home. I was hesitant, how would I tell my friends I was getting picked up by a guy 10 years younger than me? What would my excuse be?

We said our goodbyes, and I opted to stay out, I lied and told them I was going to meet with some colleagues. I walked down the high street, I was nervous, was I ready to do this again? Was this the right decision? I fumbled to get my things in my back and then I heard a familiar voice ‘Hello gorgeous’. I look up and he’s waiting for me. His kind smile put me at ease straight away. I walk a little quicker, almost stumbling on the cobbles in my heels. He presses a kiss to my forehead and I link arms for balance. We walk back to the car, laughing at the situation we’d found ourselves in.. again.

We start driving and his hand reaches over to my thigh. I can feel the heat rising in between my legs. I look out the window hoping it will take my mind away from his gentle hand stroking my inner thigh. He reached the seam of my dress, his fingers dancing along my skin. I can feel my clit starting to pulse. There it is.. that familiar feeling.. I feel a blob of my juices escape my vagina. Filling my crease. I look down at his hand, he notices my gaze and starts to head north slowly. He reached the fabric of my underwear, waiting for my approval. There’s no resistance. He starts to gently caress the crotch of my underwear. His fingers applying pressure as he glides over my clit. I’m paralysed. I’m not sure, but I must have been letting out slight moans. Words couldn’t reach my lips.

He pulls the car over his hand pulling away from my crotch. He reaches out to touch my face, and pulls me in for a kiss. I kiss him back, nervously awaiting his touch. His other hand lowers and pushes my thighs apart. The tips of his fingers dig at the edges of my underwear, his cold fingers enter the side of my crotch. He pulls my lips apart to reveal the wetness that’s been building since I laid eyes on him that night.

He glides his fingers up and down my open slit. Dragging the wetness from my hole over my clit. My clit is prominent, swollen from his teasing. As he starts to rub my clit, I feel him moan as he kisses. He always loved my clit..