Craigslist, a fantasy
Posted Sat Sep 06, 2008 08:22 PM
It was the morning of the second day of a five day conference. I needed to get the continuing education credits for my job, but after eight solid hours of listening to lectures about antibiotics and infectious disease I was restless. While walking throught he exhibit hall after the last lecture yesterday I found myself watching the men who passed by. Young men, older men, varying physical condition, but all looked appealing. I had been alone too long – I finally identified the restlessness that I was feeling. Not so much restless as incredibly horny.
The conference was in Washington, D.C. Only two hours from home, but it felt like a different world. I felt free and unencumbered, nobody from home would be here and I didn’t need to act as expected. On an impulse, I opened my laptop and opened craigslist while looking furtively around the hotel dining room.
SWF, 46 looking for SM, 40 - 55 for NSA night of fun. Your pic gets mine.
I read it over before posting and decided that this was a fantasy night, not my typical behavior, why did I have to stick to my usual dating pool?
SWF, 46 looking for young stud, 20 – 30 for NSA night of fun. Your pic gets mine.
Still not quite right. I wanted to add a few things but was afraid of limiting the pool. This was a big city, though, filled with even more people than usual as the general election was only a week away. Oh well, if nobody responded I could always repost.
SWF, 46 looking for young stud, 20 – 30 for NSA night of fun. Your pic gets mine.
Interested in taking a walk on the wild side for a change. I want to live out my kinky fantasies. Only in town for a few days.
I had just posted when the waiter appeared at my elbow to refill my coffee. I could fee my cheeks turn red, as I was sure that he had been able to read what I had just written. I began to doubt whether I would be able to go through with this. He was exactly the type that I was looking for and I couldn’t even look him in the eye.
After another long morning of lectures, I walked to the e-central area of the convention center where there was a hot spot and I could get Internet access. I really hadn’t expected any responses, but I was surprised to see a number of them in my inbox. “Holy shit!” I said aloud and ignored the looks that I received from my colleagues. I scanned quickly through the replies and deleted the ones who didn’t interest me, started to read the rest, and responded to a few.
Throughout the afternoon, I returned to e-central to check my e-mail frequently and finally had a “date” set for that evening. I’d meet him at the hotel bar for drinks and hopefully more.
I sat at the hotel bar drinking a very nice Merlot and watched the door for my “date”, but his pictures had been a little help when looking for someone who is fully clothed. He had a perfect body – wide shoulders, tapering to a slim waist and hips, tight abs and a very nicely rounded ass. I was less sure of his face, however, as his pictures showed only glimpses and never a full shot.
A very tall young man entered the bar, dressed elegantly but casually, and paused. He was absolutely gorgeous and my heart beat more quickly when his gaze fell on me and he began walking in my direction. He stopped in front of my table and I stood to greet him.
“Mrs. Robinson.” I felt myself blanch. He knew my name. Finally, recognition dawned. My first reaction was to sink beneath the table and my second was to cover my face with my hands. Oh, this was wrong. So very wrong.
I felt gentle hands pulling my hands away from my face. “Mrs. Robinson.” I let out a short burst of hysterical laughter at the irony of that name – my name – leaving his young lips. Would he have seen The Graduate? I doubt ed it.
He pulled me into a hug. “It’s been a long time,” he whispered. I leaned into the hug; at least he couldn’t see my face in this position. I had set up a one-night stand with my son’s best friend. I hadn’t seen him since his family moved away before their senior year in high school. It had been almost eight years ago. I had known him since he was five and had patched his skinned knees, fed him junk food on sleepovers, and watched him grow into a gangly teenager.
He wasn’t that gangly teenager any more, but this was just not right. My brain was finally working and processing all of this. “Joey, what the hell were you thinking? You knew that it was me after I sent you my picture!” I couldn’t even begin to process the fact that he had seen me in those revealing pictures and knew about my secret kinks.
Joey pulled my chair out and I fell into it, feeling boneless and drained. He went to the bar and returned with two glasses of wine. I had to remind myself that he was 25 and he was old enough to drink.
“Joey, what the hell?” I repeated my earlier question.
“Mrs. R. - Gail.” I waited for him to continue but he simply raised his glass to me. “To fantasies fulfilled.”
“Joey, Joe. No. You’ve got to be kidding. You’re…” I trailed off.
He smiled at me and I realized what an attractive young man he had grown into. He was no longer the little boy that I remembered. “I’m what, Gail? I’m not a little boy. You were ready to fuck me when you thought that I was a random stranger.” His words were blunt, but not unkind.
“But Matthew…” Wondering what my son would think of all of this.
“Isn’t here.” He completed my sentence. “Gail, this is my fantasy. It has been for a long time. Don’t you know how many boys fantasize about their best friend’s Mother – or Father in Matt’s case. At least once, anyway.”
I brought my wine glass to my lips and realized that I had emptied it at some point and didn’t even realize it. “Would you like another?” he asked. I shook my head; I was an infrequent drinker and was already feeling the two glasses that I had finished. “Wait here, Gail, I’ll be right back.” He spoke to the bartender briefly, came back to the table, and pulled me to my feet. “Now. Your post said that you wanted a young stud. I’m here. Tell me what you want to do with me.”
I opened my mouth to tell him that I wanted him to go home, but heard myself tell him to follow me instead. A few minutes later, we were in the small antechamber of my room and I was busying myself with putting my purse on the table and removing my jacket. There was a knock on the door before we could move further into the room. Joey moved to open the door and I leaned on the table and looked at my self in the mirror. I was flushed and my eyes were wider than normal – I looked either aroused or panicked.
When I turned around, Joey was standing with a room-service tray filled with a bottle of wine, cheese, and fresh fruit. He was really nothing like the little boy that I had known. He was self-assured and confident, at ease with himself and the situation. I followed him into the room, forgetting my misgivings and ready to enjoy the evening.
We sat facing each other on the deep sofa, the tray between us, catching up on our lives. Another glass of wine and I was buzzed and relaxed. I stood up, took his hand and led him to the bed. “What do you want, Joe?” My voice was lower than usual, husky and breathless.
"It was your post, it's your night. What do you want?" He smiled. "I think you mentioned some kinks, but weren't specific."
I dropped my head. I had been hoping that he had forgotten about that. "Ummm, let's get into that later, ok?" There was no way that I could tell him what I had really been thinking about before. At this thought, I started feeling nervous again, and knew that if something didn't happen right now I would back out. I reached up and started to unbutton his shirt.
He put his hands over mine and stopped me. Instead of getting naked, he pulled me into a soft, sweet kiss. Part of my fantasy for tonight was being in complete control and here I was letting him decide what we would do and how we would do it. I hadn't wanted to tell him my kinks, but I was ready to show him. I took control of the kiss, making it harder and ran my hands over his young, hard body.
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"Sit down!" I told him and gave him a light push until he was sitting on the edge of the bed, making it easier for me to reach him. I finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it down over his shoulders, revealing his tanned skin and toned body. He reached up to my blouse, but i put his hands back on his thighs. "Not yet. Lay back."
He raised an eyebrow at me, but complied. I loosened his belt, unbuttoned his trousers, and pulled them down over is hips. He was laying on the bed, tanned skin contrasting with the white of the bed spread and his oh-so-tight boxer briefs. "Play with yourself." He pushed further back onto the bed and started running his hands over his torso and down under the waist band of his underwear. "No. Through your underwear."
I stood at the side of the bed and watched him palm himself while I slowly removed my clothes. He watched me with hungry eyes as I stood there in my lacy underwear but I shook my head no when he reached for me.
Bending, I pulled the ropes that I had hidden from the sides of the bed and slipped the knot over one wrist before climbing onto the bed along side of him. My heart beat faster as he looked at me, then looked at the rope binding his wrist. This was something that I had dreamed about, longed for, would he agree? "Do you trust me, baby?"
He nodded and I climbed over his body, feeling his bulge against my pussy. It felt so good that I could keep rocking, keep grinding myself against him until I came, but I had too much planned for tonight to let myself come so soon. I leaned over and tied his other wrist to the rope that I had waiting. "Doing ok?"
He nodded again and looked at me with frank interest. I had planned on tying his ankles too, but decided that his wrists were enough for now. I leaned down to kiss him lightly, running my tongue over his lower lip before biting it gently. I pressed my body down against his then slid down until I was kneeling between his legs.
I mouthed him through the fabric of his boxer-briefs and sucked on the wet spot that had appeared. That little taste made me hungry for more, so I pulled the waistband down to expose his hard flesh. I heard him groan as I flicked my tongue over the swollen head of his cock. He groaned as I took him briefly into the back of my throat. “Ready for more?” I asked, grinning.
“Yes,” he said simply but instead of taking him back into my mouth, I leaned back to pull his underwear off and stood up on the bed to remove my own. I stood over him and watched his long body, saw those masculine hands bound in strong ropes, and watched his cock twitch in anticipation of the feel of my mouth. Instead of kneeling between his legs again, I moved up the bed and lowered myself over his mouth. He didn’t need to be told what to do and raised his mouth to my waiting pussy.
I felt his tongue glide over my clit, then lower to lap at my juices before moving back to my clit. I was tingling with arousal, felt my clit grow tighter, and knew that I was so wet that I would be dripping on his chin. I leaned back and braced myself with my hands on his thighs as he worked me close to orgasm. I felt the first threads of pleasure that meant that I was getting close. It was so tempting to let myself come with this gorgeous young guy eating me out, but tonight was all about pushing my boundaries. I was planning on delaying his pleasure and would do the same for myself.
Reluctantly I pulled back and he tried to follow me in order to maintain that contact. His face was wet, shiny; his lips were swollen and red. I moved around and brought my face close to his and ran my tongue slowly over his full lower lip, tasting myself on him. I deepened the kiss before licking my juices from his chin.
I slowly lowered myself over him, feeling his hard cock glide into my waiting pussy. He groaned again and thrust up into me. He pulled at the ropes holding his wrists and let out a groan of frustration. “I wanna touch you!” he growled.
Gently biting his neck, I whispered into the soft skin just below his ear, “What would you touch if you could?”
“Your tits, your back, your ass.” Another low growl.
I arched my back to bring my breasts close to his face and he took one swollen nipple into his mouth. I continued to fuck him with long, slow movements of my body against his, enough to steadily increase the need to come but not quite enough to get me there. The sounds that he made as he sucked, licked, and groaned around my nipples were almost enough to send me over the edge.
His hips started to move in rhythm with my own and I could deny myself no longer. I increased the speed of my hips, riding him harder and faster. I kissed him hard, moaning and breathing into his mouth.
With a loud cry, I felt myself tighten and throb around his hard cock, and continued to ride him through my orgasm, prolonging it. Why couldn’t that feeling last forever?
I pulled off of him and heard him cry out, but ignored his cry as I took him deep into my mouth. The taste of my juices mixed with his pre-cum was intoxicating, driving me to lick and suck all of that flavor into my mouth. I held him deep inside, feeling the head against the back of my throat, sucking him hard and playing with his balls. I lubed two fingers and slid them easily into his ass, curled them to hit his prostate, and felt the hot cum in my throat.
I held him in my mouth until he softened and slid up his body to lie against his side.
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