I always had a thing for younger men. There's something about their youth and vitality that turns me on. So, when I found myself single and approaching my 36th birthday, I decided to indulge my fantasy. I wanted to feel the heat of a passionate encounter with a boy who could be my junior.

It didn't take long to find someone suitable. Her name was Alex, a friend of a friend, and he was 25 years old. He had piercing blue eyes, tousled brown hair, and a body that was honed from regular gym workouts. We met for drinks, and the chemistry was instant. I could sense his desire for me, a mature woman who knew what she wanted.

As we talked, my hand casually brushed his thigh, feeling the firm muscle beneath. I leaned in close, letting my breath tickle his ear as I whispered, "I've wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you."

His response was immediate. He pulled me onto his lap, his hands grasping my ass as he lifted me slightly, pressing our bodies together. I could feel his hardness against my stomach, and a shiver ran through me. His mouth found mine, and we kissed deeply, our tongues entwined as if starving for each other's touch.

Moving to a more private booth, I straddled him, feeling his dick throbbing between us. With a gentle grind of my hips, I teased him, enjoying the feel of his length through our clothes. His hands moved to my thighs, caressing them as he broke the kiss, panting. I leaned back, exposing my neck, and he kissed and nipped at my sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine.

"I need to taste you," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.

I moaned softly as he lowered his head to my breasts, his tongue circling my nipples through the fabric of my dress. He pulled the fabric down, baring my breasts, and took one rigid nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. I threaded my fingers through his hair, moaning softly as waves of pleasure washed over me.

"Your turn to taste," I whispered, and guided his hand to the slit of my dress. I wanted him to explore me, to discover how wet I was for him.

He didn't need any further encouragement. His fingers found my clit, rubbing it in slow, firm circles as he kissed his way back up my body. "You're so wet for me," he murmured, his hot breath fanning my neck.

"All for you," I gasped as his fingers slipped inside me, pumping slowly as he added a second finger.

I could feel my orgasm building, my breath coming in short gasps. "Please, don't stop."

His fingers curved just right, hitting my sweet spot as his thumb rubbed my clit. "Come for me, Grace," he growled, and those words sent me over the edge.

My body shook as waves of pleasure rocked me. I cried out, unrestrained, as the orgasm swept through me. He rode out my climax, his fingers still moving gently inside me as I slowly came back to earth.

I opened my eyes to see a satisfied smirk on his face. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."

"Not as long as I have," I countered, feeling mischievous.

"Then it's my turn to show you how much I want you."

With that, he stood, cradling me in his arms, and headed for the bedroom. He laid me on the bed and slowly began to undress, revealing his ripped physique. My eyes feasted on him, taking in every defined muscle and ripple of abs.

As he climbed onto the bed, joining me, he leaned down, capturing my mouth in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed my body, cupping my breasts, squeezing them gently as his thumbs brushed my nipples. I arched into his touch, wanting more.

He teased me, kissing and licking his way down my body, pausing to pay homage to my hard nipples before continuing his descent. He reached the waistband of my panties, kissing just above it, his hot breath tickling my sensitive skin.

"Please," I whispered, "I need to feel your mouth on me."

With a wicked grin, he hook his fingers into the waistband and slowly peeled my panties down my legs, baring my pussy to his hungry gaze. I felt a rush of wetness between my thighs, and a thrill went through me, knowing he could see how ready I was for him.

He settled between my thighs, his shoulders pushing them gently apart. I felt his hot breath on my pussy, and then his tongue, teasing my sensitive folds, tasting my wetness. He moaned softly, sending vibrations through me as he lapped at my juices, his hands gripping my thighs.

"Your taste is incredible," he murmured between licks, sending shivers of desire coursing through me.

He teased my clit with the tip of his tongue, circling it, flicking it gently, driving me wild. His fingers slipped inside me, pumping slowly, stretching me, as his mouth worked its magic. I was writhing beneath him, my hands clutching the sheets as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

"Alex, please, I'm so close!" I cried out, my body on the brink.

He sucked my clit gently into his mouth, nibbling on it with his lips, and that sent me over the edge. "Ohhh, fuuuck!" I cried out, my body shaking as a powerful orgasm washed over me.

Alex rode out my climax, his mouth relentlessly working its magic even as my thighs trembled around his shoulders. Slowly, I came down from my high, my body shimmering with pleasure.

Alex kissed his way back up my body, a satisfied smile on his face. "You have no idea how sexy you look right now."

"Mmm, I think you might be biased."

"Not biased, just honest. And I can't wait to feel you wrapped around me."

With that, he positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock teasing my pussy lips. I was still sensitive from my orgasm, but the feeling of him stretching me open was too delicious to deny.

He pushed slowly inside, filling me inch by delicious inch. I could feel every vein on his throbbing cock as he sank deep, our eyes locking as he seated himself fully inside me.

"Move," I commanded, wanting him to fuck me hard.

He did as I asked, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back into me. I moaned loudly, my nails digging into his back as he set a relentless pace. His dick pounded into me, our bodies slapping together, creating a lewd rhythm.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he grunted, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper as I met his thrusts with my own. The bed creaked beneath us as our bodies moved in perfect synchronization, driven by pure, animalistic desire.

"Cum for me," I demanded, wanting to feel him lose control.

With a loud groan, he obeyed, his body tensing as he unloaded inside me, his cock twitching with each pulse. Feeling him cum seemed to push me over the edge again, and I cried out, my channel tightening around him as another orgasm rocked me.

We lay entangled, our hearts pounding, our breaths mingling. He kissed me tenderly, his hands stroking my hair. "You're incredible," he whispered.

I smiled, feeling thoroughly satisfied. "And that, my dear, is why older women are so desirable