His Name Was Scott

His name was Scott. I had first noticed him when I was going home from running some errands. He was jogging on the street before I hit the “Trail”, a four-lane highway in my town.

He was tall, around 6’1 and lean, but built. He had sandy blonde hair that was kind of shaggy. He was very handsome. He took my breath away. I knew he couldn’t have been older than twenty. He looked right at my car as I was driving by slowly, and I felt our eyes lock. My pussy became wet instantly. Needless to say, I was hooked. I dreamed about him that night.

I decided to see if this was a regular thing with him, so I made it a point to try and drive that way at the same time every day. I wasn’t disappointed. And each time, our eyes locked. Then I decided to do something crazy, at least for me.

I had been married for over fourteen years, and in all that time, I have never cheated on my husband. I have thought about it, don’t get me wrong. But I had never carried it any further than the occasional flirting. This time it was different, something just goaded me into going beyond the norm. I felt the need to be with him and to do it any way I can.

On that fateful day, I decided to take the plunge. My husband was away on a “trip” and wouldn’t be back for a few more days. I told my daughter that she was staying the night at her cousin’s house and dropped her off. Now I was alone and left to my own devices. I took a long, hot, shower, then rubbed a softly scented lotion all over my body. I put on a black, sexy, lace shirt and black silk skirt. I did my hair and makeup, feeling like I was preparing for a date. Which I was. After I double-checked myself in the mirror, I prepared the bedroom. I had candles set up around the room and made the bed with the satin sheets I had saved for a special time. Everything was finally ready, now it was time to go and see if we were meant to connect.

I drove by the street I always seen him jog down and turned onto a side street. I parked my car and turned off the motor, but left the radio on. My heart was thudding in my chest and my palms were sweating. I took deep breaths, trying to calm down. I kept mumbling to myself, “this is crazy, this is crazy”. What would a young, hot guy like him see in an older woman like me? I mean, I didn’t have the kind of body that I had when I was his age, but I wasn’t that bad off. And I knew that I was definitely not ugly. And, I was only thirty-six, for chrissakes. Shit, what if he thought I was stalking him? Technically I was, but I didn’t want to think that I had sunk that low. I could feel myself chickening out. I was about to start the car back up when someone tapped on the driver’s side window. Fuck! “Please don’t be a cop” I prayed before looking up at the window.

It was him! He was looking at me, a smile on that handsome face. I looked into his beautiful, hazel eyes, my breath caught in my chest. I rolled down the window.

“Hi”, he said, in a deep voice that made me shiver.
“Umm, hi”, I replied. His smile was making me stupid.
” I couldn’t help but notice you sitting here. Were you waiting for someone?” he asked.
I realized then that he knew who I was waiting for. I smiled sexily back at him. “Yeah I was.”
“Who?”
Here goes nothing. “You”. I held my breath, waiting to see what would happen.
His eyes brightened. ” Really? I was wondering if you would ever stop. My name is Scott, by the way.”
” I’m DiDi. Hop in Scott” I invited and gestured to the passenger seat.
He walked over to the passenger side and got in my car. I started it up and turned around in a driveway and headed for my apartment. I kept looking over at him out of the corner of my eye. He was dressed in jogging sweats, but he looked damned good. He reached over and placed a hand on my thigh, rubbing it softly with his thumb.

We pulled up to my apartment and got out of the car. I was unlocking the door and he was right up against my back, his pelvis on my ass. I could feel his hardon. I never unlocked a door so fast in my life! As soon as we entered, I slammed the door and pushed him against it. I plastered my lips on his and we kissed hard, and wet, our tongues thrusting against each other. I dropped everything, shrugged out of my jacket and shoved my fingers in his hair. He had his hands on my neck and followed with his mouth. He was biting and nipping at my neck, making me moan. My legs felt like jelly and I knew that we had to get to my bedroom before we collapsed.

I took his hand and led him to my room. I started to strip out of my clothes and he followed my lead. God, he had a gorgeous body. His dick was hard and long, about 8 inches. Perfect ass. I felt a bit intimidated. I didn’t know how he would feel about my body, as the only man I ever stripped for was my husband. Scott came up to me and kissed me again.

” I love older women. Especially older, Latin women. They’re so hot.” He said that against my lips and I felt my bravery returning. I pushed him down on the bed and started kissing him down his chest, nibbling his nipples and working my way down. I kissed his stomach, and his hard abs. I worked down to his pubic hair, down to his cock. I nibbled on the head of his cock and ran my tongue down his shaft. I played with his balls and took one into my mouth and sucked. I did the oher one then went back to his cock. I slid him in my mouth, in and out, swirling my tongue around the head. He groaned and ran his fingers through my hair, holding my head as he pumped my mouth. His balls started to tighten and he let out a loud groan as he came in my mouth. I swallowed every last bit of his tasty cum.

“My turn.” He said before he pushed me down onto my back on the bed. He ran his mouth back to my neck, nipping at my collarbone. He went to my breasts and ran his tongue around my nipples, sucking first one than the other. He kissed his way down to my dripping pussy. He pulled my legs over his shoulders. He gently pulled my lips apart and blew softly on the folds before he used his tongue to taste my honey. He tongued my hole and my world was fading out. He sucked my clit and I came hard, yelling his name. He finished lapping up my juices and came back up over me. He french kissed me deeply and I could taste myself on his mouth. It was turning me on more. I opened my legs wider and he slipped his dick into my still quivering pussy. I wrapped my legs around his thighs and grabbed his ass, pushing him in even deeper.

At first, he thrusted slowly but deep. I wanted more than that. ” Fuck me harder, Scott!” I moaned out. He picked up the pace. The only sounds that could be heard was our breathing and his cock sliding in and out of my pussy. We were nearing our climaxes and Scott started pounding into my pussy. I moaned louder and scratched my nails down his back. My orgasm was explosive, and Scott groaned out my name as he came. We lay together, spent, but satisfied.

We fucked all night long. We decided the next day that we would still keep seeing each other. I was so glad that I finally had the nerve to stop that day and that we were still going strong, even though we’re both involved with other people.

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  1. Anonymous

    i think this story is incredibly hot. fantasizing about the forbidden really turns me on.

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