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Free Fetish Sex Stories - Younger Man
"What do you think of having a younger man?" I asked Julie when we were having coffee one morning. I wondered because I was very much interested in a younger man that I knew, and he was interested in being with me. But I knew that our age difference might be a problem for a lot of people.
"I think it's okay. I don't think I would have a problem with it, but at the same time, I wouldn't be with a younger guy. Why?"
"No reason," I said, not wanting to admit what I had been thinking about.
"Come on. Spill your guts. Did you meet someone?" She sounded so excited for me so I decided to tell her.
"I met a man named Andrew. He's so sweet and cute, and we get along so well. I really want to be with him but our ages are so different. I know what everyone will say about me."
"I don't think you should worry about what everyone says. Do what makes you happy," she said. "I think it's great. Tell me about him." She was all smiles for me. It felt good to know that she wanted me with Andrew.
"He's only 21," I said. I am 38, so I figured she would freak right out, but she didn't. She found it a bit funny, but she told me to go for it, and I really wanted to.
"Go for it. Is he cute?"
"He's such a doll. He's tall, cute, blonde, and has awesome blue eyes. He's got a great body because he works out. And he's so sweet and understanding. He listens to me and tells me things. We get along so well, but have both been struggling with what everyone will think of us being together." I really cared about him. I just didn't want to be the talk of the town.
"I really think you should be with him. He sounds great," she said, getting up. "Call him and have him over for the New Year's fireworks."
That was a great idea. I knew that I would do that. Andrew would be thrilled.
Andrew loved the idea of coming over to be with me that night, and so did I. We told each other we didn't care about what everyone else thought. We admitted that the attraction was much more than we would deal with being a part.
It was the night of romance, of fireworks, and of friendship. I was to be with him. I was so glad it was warm that night and that we lived in California.
We found a place on the beach where no one goes for the fireworks. It was away from everyone, and we could still see the fireworks. We laid a blanket down and I sat in front of him and he wrapped his arms around me. I leaned back and smiled.
"I can't help it, Sarah. I care so much about you," Andrew said, right before the fireworks.
I turned to look at him. I was sort of hoping this moment wouldn't come. I mean it was always there, right on the surface, but it hadn't actually come up in conversation. "I care for you, too, Andrew."
"But the same way I do you?" He asked, fishing for answers.
"Yes, Andrew, much as I might try not to."
"Why do you try not to? I thought maybe you didn't care in the same way I do."
"You can't tell how much I care about you?" I asked him, not believing that he couldn't tell the closeness that was between us.
"I thought I could tell but sometimes I wonder, and that's why I'm bringing it up."
"I ache for you, Andrew. I always have. I guess I was just worried about what other people would think," I told him, honestly.
"Who cares what they think. You are the best thing to ever happened to me," he said.
Without a word, I kissed him, passionately, bringing about the feelings that had been stirring inside of me for so long. The fireworks began as soon as our lips touched each other. I felt like it was already the grand finale with the passion inside of me. He kissed me so softly and sweetly that I melted right there. He pulled away, looking into my eyes. I couldn't move, couldn't even breath. Then he kissed me again, this time wrapping his arms around me even tighter and let his tongue wander into my mouth. After what seemed like forever with the fireworks going on, he pulled away slowly. "Do you want me to stop?"
He had to be kidding. Stop? Not a chance. I'd wanted this and dreamt of this happening for such a long time. "No," was all I could say. My brain and my words didn't seem to be working at the same pace. Andrew kissed me again, gently before laying me back onto the blanket with his body close to mine. It didn't take long for us both to be grappling for each other's buttons and zippers trying to get our clothing off. I ran my fingertips over every inch of his body. It was a light touch, like feathers tickling his flesh. He squirmed under my touch. It was truly awesome. His own hands ran over my petite figure. They were so hot that they nearly burned my skin. His hand gently massaged my breasts, one at a time, then traveled down my body. I moaned over and over. He was so good. His tongue followed his fingers on their way down. He slowly took his time to touch and lick every inch of me: my breasts, ribs, stomach, hips, thighs, pussy. I didn't want him to stop. I spread my legs as wide as I could get them, reaching down to open my pussy for him, too. He pressed his face against my pussy, letting his tongue dive inside. It squirmed over my clit. It darted in and out of me. It was still like such a dream to me. It wasn't long before I was screaming in orgasm. But Andrew didn't let up there. He kept licking me and touching me. He let his fingers wander inside to fuck me. Over and over I came for him, and when I did, it was like a gift for him, the way he delved his tongue into my juices.
He came up next to me and let me touch his wonderful, slender body. His cock was so hard, and it begged to be licked, which I did. My tongue licked the length of the shaft, then my mouth came down upon it to his balls. I kept my fingertips touching his body as I sucked his cock. He tasted so good, and it was so exciting to please such a man. He lightly ran his fingers through my hair as I did this. He was still so sweet both in taste and mannerism. My fingers ran over his ass softly, then his hips and balls. He squirmed, as I sucked him, until I ached inside to have him in me.
"Please, take me, Andrew. I ache to have you inside." Andrew brought me on top of him. He took hold of my hips, as I reached down to guide him in me. I moaned and smiled as I watched his face. He was smiling, too. I could not take my eyes off of him. I had the perfect view as he had sex with me. I was the luckiest woman in the world at that moment. Time just seemed to stand still. My body began to quiver all over as his hand went to my breasts. It was so hot and intense.
"Cum, baby," Andrew said, as his own body shook in orgasm. I could hear the Grande Finale going on as we came together, our juices mixing together until we collapsed in each other's arms. I kissed him softly. The fireworks and our lovemaking had the most awesome timing together.
We laid on the blanket in silence, huddled together. "Are you okay?" He asked.
"Everything is as it should be," I said.
We fell asleep together there on the beach, listening to the crashing of the waves. Nothing disturbed us until the light of day and the sound of the seagulls waking us in the morning.
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