Older Sara with Jay

I saw Jay from my bedroom window.

He was seated on the front porch. He was smoking a cigarette.

I had never seen him smoke before, and it turned me on a little. There was something so sexy about his strong hands holding the cigarette between his lips. Maybe it was how I saw a movie star smoking on screen, all brooding and mysterious.

Or maybe it was the fact that I had wanted to fuck him for the last six years that made everything he did sexy to me.

The man had always been sexy to me, but now I could have him. He was 27 and single now that his girlfriend had left him. We lived across the street from each other in our small neighborhood, but he was such a good neighbor, never leaving his front porch light on, always keeping to himself. It was why I had never spoken to him before this.

He was my secret sin. A hot young man who would never leave his house.

My husband and I had just gotten a divorce and I was ready to move on with my life.

I was 45, divorced, and a blonde. And I knew that I could get a young man like him to do what I wanted.

“Hey there.” My voice was as husky as I could make it.

He looked up at me from the porch and raised an eyebrow. “You going to invite me in, Mrs. Mc?” His eyes were on my chest and I felt my nipples harden beneath my sweater.

 It was all I was wearing. He had been my neighbor for so long that he had already seen me without a bra and panties beneath it. We were that kind of neighbors, the kind who kept no secrets.

“Are you sure you don’t have somewhere to be?” I asked.

I knew that his mom had left him money, but he didn’t work. He had a few different hobbies, like photography, writing, and playing guitar. He was good at all of them, but never put them to use. He was a man who lived at his own pace.

The one thing he had never tried was anal, but I wanted to fix that.

“Why would I want to be anywhere else when I’m looking at a beautiful woman like you?” I knew it was a line, but it still made me smile. It was cheesy, but I loved cheesy.

“Good answer,” I told him as I backed away from the door and motioned for him to come in. He stood up and walked down the steps of the porch. He dropped his cigarette and put it out with his shoe before coming to the door.

He followed me to the living room.

“Make yourself at home,” I told him. “Do you want a beer?”

“Yes, thank you.” He sat down on the couch and watched as I poured him a beer. He looked at me over the bottle as I brought it to him. His eyes lingered over my breasts and my ass. I felt myself getting wet from his gaze and I smiled.

“Let me see if I have anything else that you would like,” I said, walking over to my panty drawer. I had bought a few toys from the sex shop the night before. I pulled them out of the drawer and then walked back over to the couch where he was sitting. “Have you ever seen any of these?” I held them out for him and he looked at them one by one.

“Is that what I think it is?” he asked, picking up a butt plug.

“Yes. Have you ever used one before?”

“No, but I’m willing to give it a try.”

I smiled and then stood up. “Good. Take off your shirt.”

He pulled it off and I admired his strong arms and shoulders. He was perfect and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me. He pulled down the shorts and boxers he was wearing and his cock was already hard. I loved seeing his cock. It had been one of my favorite things to look at when I caught him in the backyard without his pants on. He was so big, bigger than any of my ex-husbands. And so hard too, always ready to go.

“What is that?” he asked, pointing to the other toy.

“It’s an anal vibrator.” He looked back up at me, unsure, and I nodded at him. “It’s just to help you relax.”

“Okay,” he said, taking it from my hand.

I got up and went to the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and then reached under my sweater for my pussy. I was already dripping wet and I knew that I would have to get off if I wanted him to fuck me the way he would. I rubbed my finger between my lips, teasing myself, and then pushed it inside of me. I moaned as I began to finger fuck myself.

I pulled the finger out of me and then brought it to my mouth. It tasted sweet and I sucked it clean before putting it in my pussy again. I pumped it in and out of me, feeling myself get close to orgasm. I took the finger back to my mouth and then licked it clean, tasting my pussy again.

I walked out of the bathroom and stood in front of him. “Touch my pussy.”

He put his hand under my sweater and brushed his fingers against the soft skin of my stomach. I held my breath as he touched me, the rough skin of his fingers a perfect contrast to my soft skin. I gasped as he found my clit and rubbed me with the palm of his hand. He ran his fingers down my lips and then back up to my clit again. I closed my eyes, feeling myself get close again.

He took his hand out from under my sweater and brought it to his mouth. I watched as he sucked his fingers clean.

“Lay down on the couch,” he told me.

I sat down on the couch next to him and then laid back, my feet still on the ground. He climbed on top of me and took my nipple into his mouth. He licked it, sucking it into a hard point, before taking it between his teeth and gently biting down.

I moaned, feeling his hand find my pussy. He teased my lips with his fingers, playing with them, and then rubbed the rough pad of his thumb against my clit. I began to tremble and he took his hand away.

“I think you might be ready,” he said. I nodded and then lifted my hips up so that he could take my panties off. I watched him as he looked at me for the first time. I had waxed just for him, making sure that every hair was gone from my pussy so he could see me. I spread my legs as far apart as I could go. I wanted him to be able to look at me.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, looking between my legs. “I can’t wait to get you inside me.”

I blushed and looked down at the floor. No one had ever told me that my pussy was beautiful before, except for maybe a few drunk men who were trying to get into my panties. But when Jay told me, he said it with such sincerity that it was sexy.

He picked up the vibrator and pushed it against my ass. It vibrated and I moaned from the pressure. I knew what the toy would feel like since I had used it last night. He pushed it inside of my ass and I held my breath as the toy stretched me open. I could feel my ass clenching around it and he began to vibrate it faster.

I could feel myself getting close again. He took the toy out and then placed the butt plug in. It felt good to have the toy inside of me, stretching me open.

I heard him squirt some lube onto his cock and then I felt the tip of his cock against my ass. I closed my eyes as he pushed into me. His cock was big and I could feel it stretching my ass wide. I moaned and he paused for a second before pushing in more.

“Keep going,” I told him, feeling myself open up around him. He pushed more of his cock into my ass, stretching me so wide. I felt the head of his cock push against the wall of my ass, but he didn’t stop. He kept pushing and then I felt him bottom out inside of my ass.

I groaned at the feeling, the pain of him stretching me open was so good. He began to fuck me, pushing in and out of my ass with hard thrusts. I cried out as he fucked me, his big cock spreading my ass so wide. He stopped for a second to spit onto his hand and rub it over his cock. He began to move again, this time faster.

He reached down between my legs and rubbed my clit with his thumb. I felt his rough skin against me as he rubbed in fast circles. I gasped and then felt myself cumming again. He fucked me through my orgasm and then picked up his pace more. I heard him grunt and then he stopped. He began to shoot inside of my ass, the feeling of his cum warming my ass as he filled me with it.

I felt him pull out of me as my orgasm faded away. He took the plug from my ass and then held it out for me to see. His cum was dripping out of it and I leaned forward to lick it clean.

“That was amazing,” he told me, smiling at me. “What do you say about doing it again sometime?”

I smiled back at him.

“I’d love that.” And then he kissed me. It was the perfect kiss, his lips so soft against mine, his tongue sweeping over the roof of my mouth as he deepened it. I moaned against his mouth and then wrapped my arms around him, holding him close.

He pulled back and looked at me.

“I’ve wanted to do that since we met,” he told me. “You are so beautiful, Sara.”

I blushed at his words and looked down again.

“I wish you had asked me to kiss you sooner.” I knew that it would have been better than my husband.

He smiled at me and then kissed me again.

“Maybe. But I don’t think we would have been ready yet.” He picked up his shorts from the ground and pulled them back on. “I’m going to go back home. I’ll see you soon.” He picked up the toys and took them to the bathroom to clean before putting them back away in my panty drawer.

He smiled at me as he closed the front door behind him.

I knew then that I was ready for whatever happened next. I would make sure that I got what I wanted this time, a man who would love me no matter what. I didn’t care what other people thought, I just wanted to be happy. And right now, that was with Jay. He had given me my first orgasm since my divorce and now he had given me a new toy to play with.

I knew that I wouldn’t let him go this time. And that he wouldn’t let me go either. We would be happy together, the 27-year-old man and the 45-year-old woman. The single mother and the man with no job. I didn’t know what the future held, but I was happy for now. I was finally happy.

And that was all that mattered.