Take All of Me
A mature woman is surprised by a young man's knowledge of kinks
This is the latest of my, just kinky sex stories and features one of my favourite themes of a mature woman and a younger man - although in this story she gets a little more than she expected.
I am also trying out a new format. Paid subscribers will find a link and a password to a photo illustrated version after the paywall. The photos are not hardcore but they are definitely not office safe so be warned,
Take All of Me is the reminiscences of a now older man as told to me - with a little artist licence applied.
Once, as a young man, I worked at a riding stables. Most of my days were spent shovelling shit; the pay was crap, but my bonus was to watch elegant girls in jodhpurs mount their steeds. The female bottom, whether it is pert and firm or full and fleshy, when clad in skin-tight fabric is a thing of beauty.
The girls barely noticed me but amongst them was a slim, blonde, older woman who always greeted me when she arrived, her blue eyes sparkling. To call her older may have been a misnomer as I was only twenty and she was probably in her late thirties. Whatever her age, for some reason, possibly because where the curves of some of the girls’ behinds were spoilt by an obvious knicker line, hers was always beautifully outlined by smooth, unblemished fabric. She was the one that really made my cock twitch.
Overheard stable gossip had told me that her husband had succumbed to the attractions of a younger model and left her alone in a large house close to the stables. I kept my opinion that the man must have been completely stupid to myself until the day she asked me to help move some furniture at her home.
Unable to keep my thoughts to myself and with the impetuousness of youth I expressed this thought as we walked up the road together.
“Why, you are so kind,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.
Inside she took off her jacket, kicked off her riding boots and dropped the crop she had been carrying into one of them before turning to face me.
“If you are going to have me you are going possess all of me,” she said as she stepped closer, “Except I would rather you didn’t stink of horse shit.” She wrinkled her nose. “Would you like to take a shower?”
It seemed as if the power of speech had deserted me and I simply nodded.
When I came out of the shower my clothes had disappeared. In their place was a pair of jeans. I put them on and padded downstairs in bare feet.
She was standing in the living room dressed in a very short khaki coloured skirt and a loose fitting cream top with thin straps but my attention was riveted on the points of her nipples which clearly showed through the soft material.
“Your clothes are in the wash,” she said, “So now we have to pass the time until the spin cycle.
I decided that this was not the time to mention moving the furniture.
“As I said, it’s a simple choice you either have all of me or none.” Her blue eyes seemed to have gone a steely grey. “But, if you chose not to you’ll have to walk home in wet clothes.”
“All of you?” I asked.
“I want you to tie me up, restrain me so I can’t get away, so I can do nothing but submit to your will.”
“Aren’t you going to want, what do they call it - a safe word?”
“No, it excites me to place myself completely in a man’s hands and that is not something I have had the opportunity to do for a while.”
“But you, hardly know me. I might be a complete psycho.”
She smiled. “I doubt it, but that is what turns me on. Taking that risk makes me horny. That’s why I ride horses and now I want you to ride me.”