Young men still like an older woman, it seems..

By way of a "teaser" response to John - who asked about my experience with younger men, some of which is quite recent, I thought I'd set the scene. I can' t go into too much detail just now as I'm off to the airport for a short business trip.. Ho-hum, the solitary hotel existence for a couple of nights. Still, a few trips ago I had he pleasure of getting the room next to the noisy couple - Instead of complaining I moved the chair next to the adjoining wall and listened intently, coming along with the lucky woman - thank God for budget hotel lack of sound-proofing.

I digress... at Steve's office there is a trainee. Universally known as "The Boy" he is 18, well liked by all and of course, the butt of all office jokes. Being a senior member of the firm Steve has mis-used the boy's time on a few occasions - helping him to put up fences at home, fix boilers, cut grass, you know - cash in hand stuff.

The Boy was quite taken with me from the first time we met, possibly because I was about to go to work and was wearing a sexy, tight and tailored summer length dress and stockings. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when Steve arrived with him as I was leaving to get into my car and Steve favoured me with his normal greeting  - deep kiss, hands on my arse, all over me basically. I was released and quickly introduced to The Boy, who shook my hand, went a bit red as I caught him looking at my tits and then shuffled out of the way as I jumped into my car and drove off.

For several sex sessions afterward, Steve brought The Boy into his fantasy narrative, telling me that after he met me he had asked loads of questions about me. Steve claims to have caught him holding a framed holiday picture of me in a bikini and saying "fucking hell..." under his breath.

The next time the boy came to the house, again with Steve while I was out, Steve deliberately left my clean underwear lying on the kitchen counter. When I checked I was, indeed, missing a very expensive pair of silk french knickers, which Steve was immediately certain The Boy had stolen, which just turned him (and me if I'm honest) on all the more. Steve would tell me in great detail what The Boy was doing with them, and how thick they must be with his cum by now. 

Steve also told me that The Boy had asked if I used Facebook or any other social sites, and when asked, admitted it was because he was after some pictures of me, for "a project".

Steve sent him, with my permission, a bunch of posed portrait type pictures from a while ago, but "accidentally" left two naked shots of me just after sex in the folder. To his credit, The Boy asked Steve if he knew he'd sent them as he didn't want me to be embarrassed. Steve lied that I had , in fact, Insisted that they were included but on the proviso that I would get a picture in return of The Boy - Steve tells me this was all kept very jokey and light hearted, testing the water with the hope it might develop into a scenario we could manipulate to get The Boy inside me  - I really wanted him by now and was very flattered that he seemed to spend all his time ignoring the hot girls of his own age and lusting after me.

The first I knew, however, about this picture exchange proposal was when I received this image on my phone at work;

Entitled "Here's what thinking of you does to me.."  I excused myself from the meeting I was in and went straight to the ladies, locked myself in a cubicle, pulled my trousers down, rested the phone on the toilet and bent over it, one hand on the wall, the other frantically rubbing at my clit inside my knickers. I came very quickly and very hard..

The rest of the story is about what happened when I forwarded the picture to Steve... of which, more soon..

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