Difficult Boy - Sex Stories

Difficult Boy

Her hands trembled as she desperately stabbed the key at the lock to her front door. Whether it was the effect of the alcohol she had consumed or the excitement of the bulging crotch pressing insistently against her tailbone, she was having a hard time getting the key in the hole. The hands groping her 34B-cup titties and the hot, breathy voice whispering urgency into her ear weren't helping matters either. Gretchen Warren--no, Gretchen Chambers as she would have to get used to referring to herself again, was celebrating. Not only was today her 34th birthday, it was also the day her divorce became final. She had gone to a bar, gotten good and drunk, and picked up a young stud at least 10 years younger than herself. Brad? Chad? She couldn't remember his name, and she really didn't give a flying fuck. He was tall, dark and beautiful, and he was just what she'd been looking for. It had been 6 months since Roger had run off with a younger woman, plus they'd barely had sex in the year before that. It had been too damn long. Gretchen was ready to get LAID! Finally the door was open and they stumbled through. Gretchen slammed the door and immediately leapt upon him, legs wrapping around his waist and her mouth attacking his with hungry abandon. He caught her easily, strong hands gripping her firm buttocks to support her weight as he headed straight for the sofa. As her feet hit the floor again she pulled her shirt and bra off over her head in a single motion. At the same time he ...

... yanked her skirt and panties down and just that quick she was naked. She tossed her top away and kicked out of the bottoms and was left standing before him wearing only her high-heeled shoes. She paused to let him stare. She knew she looked good. At 5 feet 9 inches tall and 118 solid pounds, she had long legs, a flat tummy, small perky boobs with strawberry nipples, and a tight little ass. Long blonde hair hanging straight down her back, blue eyes, an all-over tan and a freshly waxed pussy completed the picture. The day she had filed for divorce she had begun working out like a fiend and now she was in the best shape of her life. Brad-Chad--she couldn't think of him as anything else--pushed her down on the sofa and went down on her, burying his face between her thighs as he pushed them apart. She gasped as his tongue found her already-leaking vagina and began to lap up her juices like a thirsty animal. She grabbed two handfuls of his hair and guided the eager tongue to her quivering clitoris, moaning as he flicked it into full erection. She was so hot! She was only seconds away from cumming when he suddenly pulled away. He grinned arrogantly at her whimpering protest as he stood and began unbuttoning his shirt. Gretchen rubbed her horny cunt as he looked down on her, taking his sweet time. He was a cocky son of a bitch, but she guessed he had a right to be: God was he pretty! 6-foot-4 with long dark hair and male model good looks, he looked like he belonged in a boy-band. He had ...