It’s such a damn cliché, I know, but really, every time I see him – I’ll continue to call him David – every time I see him I get wet. Terribly wet. Deliciously wet. It’s not only because he really is eye candy. No, there’s more, but it all boils down to one thing:
I haz the hotz for him!
I know it’s mutual. I see it in the way he looks at me. His eyes tell me that he’s horny, that he wants me. Whenever he can, he touches me. He calls me darling and hugs me when I walk in or when he leaves. He always finds an excuse to kiss my cheek. Most of the time his kiss is so close to my mouth that you cannot even call it a ‘kiss on the cheek’ anymore.
He has a girlfriend now. A lovely woman. Seriously lovely and they really look good together. They ARE good together. I hope for him that she’s the one as he has started several relationships over the past months and none of them was a success. He’s been with this lady longer now than all the others combined. And I really, really like her. He’s in good hands with her.
But, to be honest, I don’t think he’s fully faithful to her. Now I have no idea whether they have decided that their relationship will be more or less open, and there’s no way I am going to start on it. I still have the feeling that if David gets half a chance, he will fuck me. Ever since he has said that he doesn’t want to fuck me with Master T in the room, we have not talked about it.
But his eyes… every time I look in his eyes, I know,
He still wants me. He lusts after me as much as I would love for him to fuck me. We sit at the bar and our eyes meet. He has this piercing look, as if signaling a message before he winks at me or, if I sit close to him, touches my arm. A couple of weeks ago I didn’t sit at the bar as I was working on my laptop at one of the tables. He had been outside, smoking and when he walked back in, he came straight to me and sat down next to me, hugging e close to him. As he did, he whispered in my ear: “Your legs are gorgeous.”
I blushed and thanked him, but he repeated it and as he did, his eyes traveled down my body towards my legs and it was pure lust I saw. I love it. It makes me feel good to be so wanted, so desired. Somehow, I would love for our mutual desire to become more than just a fantasy – I want for him to fuck me the way I know he wants to.
On the other hand I wonder… if it happens… if he fucks me… will it be as good as I now think it will be? Or will it be a huge deception? Maybe some things should alway be only a fantasy. Maybe some fantasies should never become reality. Maybe the ultimate pleasure he and I will ever have is making eye contact and knowing we desire each other.
I think for now I will just keep on enjoying the fact that a young man half my age lusts after me like David does. It’s a damn good feeling!
PS: The series Half My Age is about this young man, and me, and Master T.
PSS: Last night we went to a bar and David was there too. He sat between Master T and me (because Master T invited him too) and each moment he could, he touched my ass, kneading my flesh, making me wetter than I already was. Later he texted me that he really wants to fuck me…
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