I am a MILF on the Prowl. Always. I remember well the day that I decided to seduce the cute stock boy who helps me get my groceries to my car. I told him that I played bridge with his parents on Tuesday nights. Then I asked him how long he’d been working at the supermarket. He said that he had only been working a few weeks and would only be working the rest of the summer.
He was making money to go back to college and rent an apartment. I told him that I admired ambition and insisted he take a twenty dollar bill for his trouble. He was a very handsome young man and I’ve always loved handsome young men. Why should I stop loving sex with twenty-somethings just because I’m a forty-something? I don’t understand that logic at all.
I’ve always had younger boyfriends. I had a live-in boyfriend for five years a while back. God, he was good in the sack. I need to have lots of sex, and older men can’t keep up with me, so I have to have a young stud to satisfy me.
You see, I’m much more beautiful than other women my age. I’m 5 feet 8 inches tall and most of that consists of long, tanned legs. I have nice breasts that aren’t little, but aren’t huge either. I wear clothes that are made for women half my age and they look better on me. Because of this, I always dress to the nines in tank tops and miniskirts with matching sky-high heels. I’m always a MILF on the Prowl!
I used to be a model and was almost signed to a world famous modeling agency in New York. Almost. I had the beauty and the poise. I was too damned short! They wanted some Amazonian chick that was at least six feet tall. But, even after twenty years, I can still strut my stuff on the catwalk, too.
As a MILF on the Prowl, I love to do a strip tease down the catwalk for my lovers. I keep my tan up and use free weights and run on the treadmill daily. As a special treat, I also do Kegel exercises regularly, so that I can hold my lover’s cock tight and make him know who’s really in charge.
I love to control the young guys I’m with. I did some checking and found out that my stock boy likes bold women. Good! So, a few days after I met him, I went back to the supermarket and asked him out. He looked kind of shocked, but after stammering a bit, he accepted.
I planned to take him to a five-star restaurant, then maybe take him dancing. I just knew by looking at him that he was a great dancer. By the end of the evening I was hoping to convince him that if he came home with me, I would give him a sexual experience he would never forget.
As it turned out, the night went just as I had planned. My new friend didn’t have much experience with women, so he was putty in my hands. This is not to say that he was a total virgin. No, I’m just pointing out that I enjoyed the fact that he wasn’t jaded. He was a gentleman at the restaurant and then at the bar. I happily paid for dinner and the bar tab. He drank beer and a shot or two, but didn’t get drunk, which I appreciated.
When we finally reached the door of my bedroom, I was pleasantly surprised that he took direction very well. I love teaching men how to touch and pleasure a woman. Being the commanding, sexy bitch that I am, I also pushed him out of his comfort zone and made him play the submissive for me. But in the end, he told me that he really enjoyed it.
I know this was true because he would beg me for more in the coming months. I had a lot of fun with him. We enjoyed each other on many different levels, but let’s face it, mostly I just wanted to bag and tag him and show him off to my friends, like a trophy. As if to say, “See, girls, what good genes and proper upkeep can reel in? You old crones haven’t had cock this good in years!”
I have a rule, however, that I never keep my young friends too long. I’ve found that they get disrespectful and too comfortable if they’re around too long. So, after about a year or so, I let the young man off my leash to go back to college. Don’t worry. I’m always a MILF on the Prowl, so I found another horny stock boy soon enough.
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