#fucketlist item 7: Fucking a man half my age
Sometimes I see young men around me and I see how they look at me, especially when I wear low-cut or short dresses. I always wonder how far they would go if they are given the opportunity to come onto me. Would a man half my age want to fuck me?
The above is an item on my fucketlist.
This story is about me, Master T and a young man, three years short of 30. I have written it in the third person for two reasons: the main one to protect the young man, but also because when I started writing, I actually planned to post this as fiction. However, this really happened, but I didn’t want to change it to the first person narrative, so am posting this as is.
Continued from… Half My Age (6)
Paula had a quick drink before she gave Geoff a kiss and left to run an errand. She returned to the bar half an hour later and was pleasantly surprised to see David talking to Geoff. He turned around as Paula entered. Their eyes locked. They smiled. They kept on looking at each other. Paula’s knees went weak. He only turned his head away when someone on the other side of the bar said his name.
“Hello everyone,” Paula said as she put her purse down on the stool between Geoff and David.
“Am I in your spot, honey?” David asked.
“No, you’re not,” Paula answered. She sat down on the stool and ordered something to eat before she turned back to David, “and I have to leave again soon for another errand.”
She had her dinner and another drink and then hopped off the stool again.
“Will you be here when I get back?” she asked David.
“Yes, depending on how long you will be gone.”
“Not that long,” Paula said, and then she leaned closer to David, “don’t disappear.”
She gave Geoff another kiss and then left.
David was still there when she returned, but in a different spot at the corner of the bar. Only one stool was still unoccupied, right next to him on the other side of the corner. As Paula sat down, her leg touched his. She kept her leg where it was and felt him pressing against it, while he was talking to the man on his other side. Paula ordered a drink and told Geoff, who stood on her other side, what she had bought. All the time, she was aware of the warmth of David’s leg.
“Can I have another beer,” David asked and gave the barman his glass. He looked at the clock behind the bar and said to no one in particular: “I’ve never been here this late.”
“Oh yes, you have,” Paula said. David looked at her and smiled.
“True. What time did we leave that night?”
“Late. Quite late.”
It was quiet for a while. Paula looked behind her, her face turned in David’s direction and in a low voice, she said: “Thát night.”
“Mmm yes, that night,” David agreed.
They both referred to the night they went to David’s place.
“I still think about it,” Paula said.
“Ooooh me too,” David sighed, “me too.”
Their eyes locked for only a couple of seconds, but long enough for Paula to see the desire in David’s eyes and she was sure he saw exactly the same in hers. He turned his head away and Paula thought it was absolutely adorable that he blushed.
When he looked at her again, Paula spoke again.
“It’s totally safe, totally discreet.”
“I know,” David said, “and so am I. I’m still thinking about it. Still thinking. A lot.”
He left not long after that, but not before he had touched Paula a couple of times more. When he stood up and passed behind her, his hand was on her back for much longer than necessary. He put his coat on and stood on the other side of Geoff, bidding everyone goodbye. For a moment Paula thought he wanted to come to her to say goodbye, but it would have been too obvious. David left and Paula could not wait until she would see him again. Maybe it would still happen after all. Maybe soon David would fuck her.
A week later the three of them were the last to leave the bar again. When they stepped out on the street, David extended his and towards Geoff.
“Are we going formal now?” Geoff asked as he shook David’s hand.
“Yes, because then I can kiss Paula,” David laughed and pulled Paula into his embrace. He kissed her once on each cheek and then on her mouth. Paula’s knees went weak as he hugged her hard. Paula and Geoff watched him walk off and smiled at each other before they walked in the opposite direction. An hour later Paula was exchanging text messages with David. The flirting that had started in the pub continued. Then she received the message she deep down had known would come: ‘I have thought about your suggestion, but have decided not to do it, no matter how much I want to fuck you. Sex, to me, is something private.”
She sent him back the only right message there was: ‘I respect your decision.
Then, just for good measure, she added: ‘But I am not going to stop flirting with you.’
And she didn’t.
PS: This item remains on my fucketlist, as it’s not yet the end. This young man still flirts with me, touches me when he can (especially my bottom), hugs me whenever it’s appropriate or not and when he kisses my cheek, he does it as close to my mouth as possible, sometimes almost on my mouth. And, his eyes… his eyes speak to me… they tell me he still lusts after me. Who knows, maybe the next time I write about ‘David’ it will be because he fucked me!
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