This weekend, it finally happened. After a few months of office fun, and now a few weeks sneaking around, I (F/45) invited him (aka, the former intern) (M/19) over when the house was empty.

By Saturday afternoon, I knew I would have the house to myself on Sunday morning. Hubby was in charge of errands and driving to/from soccer practices and that sort of thing, so I also knew the timing. I texted Ryan that afternoon saying how I wanted him to come over and how I wanted to finally do it in my house. When he replied, he was all in! I told him the time to show up and that I would text him that morning, too, to make sure things were still okay.

He agreed and just tole me to be wearing something 'exciting' when he got there. So I spent all night Saturday nervous and excited, planning what I wanted to wear and thinking about what we might do and where we might do it!

Sunday morning, things went pretty smoothly. I texted Ryan about 20 minutes before the house was empty, letting him know when to come. He said he would park around the corner at a park and walk over, so his car wouldn't be in the driveway. The house cleared out and I used that time to get changed quickly! Ryan was at the door just a few minutes later and I was ready.

He was wearing shorts and a plain t-shirt and he was STARING when I opened the door and let him in. I was wearing a white bathrobe, about knee length, and was holding the belt closed. Once he was inside and the door was closed, I let the robe fall open so he could see what I had on underneath. A red bra and panty lingerie set and I had slipped on some matching heels, too. His stares made me blush so much!

We started kissing there in the entryway for a moment before he pulled back a bit and asked if I was going to give him the tour. Because "I want to enjoy you in every room of the house."

So...I gave him the tour. In each room, we did something. Mostly just making out but also plenty of hand action. I undid his belt and was stroking him a bit and as we made out he was teasing me sooooo well with his fingers. In the kitchen, he sat me up on the island for a moment and had his hand between my legs while I let myself get loud. In the dining room, he bent me over the table and spanked me a few times. In another room, he had his hand on my throat and choked me a bit while fingering me, whispering what a bad mom I was.

It was all so intense. Him seeing this side of me and me seeing him in this environment. We saved my bedroom for last. We were both so worked up by then! He pushed me onto my bed and climbed right over me. His hands on my wrist after he pulled my panties down. He somehow felt bigger than usual, he was definitely more intense! We started like that, him over me pinning my wrists and him filling me. At some point, we switched into more of a doggy position with one of his hands on my hips and the other reaching around to my chest. That position was pushing the right spots for me and I lost it! He was thrusting so hard, too, my hands actually slipped and I was face down on the bed as he continued! He finished in me as I was like that and gave me a nice spank as he finished.

He asked how long we had left and I guessed about 30 minutes. Which he said was just enough time for me to help him clean up. We moved off the bed and I knelt there in my bedroom, him leaking down my leg, and I sucked him clean. He had his hands on the back of my head by the end and was thrusting pretty hard. When he told me to look up at him, I did, and that's when he pulled out to finish. Quite a mess on me!

After that, he had to leave pretty quickly. I walked him to the door - face still dripping - and saw him out. Then I rushed to take put the sheets in the wash (thankfully Sunday is usually laundry day!) and got in the shower. When everyone got back fifteen minutes later, nobody had a clue!