I see you on the bus every morning, sometimes sitting, though usually standing. You are in your usual work attire, leather jacket, jeans, steel toe work boots, rugged wear for a rugged guy. If I?m sitting close enough, I?ll get a whiff of your aftershave, you smell wonderful and when you aren't too preoccupied with the problems of your world, you actually look around and smile at people, but seldom at me.I'm a woman of a certain age, whom you probably wouldn't think twice about in a sexual way, the only smile you send my way is one of benevolent patience as you wait politely for me to exit ahead of you.Little do you realize that you have been the focus of several of my fantasies in recent days. Young man of the hard body, the beautifully chiseled features, and sad, soulful eyes. My heart flutters if you get near me, if I even imagine your arm brushing against me.But when I get home from work after changing and feeding my poor, neglected cat*who curls so lovingly around my ankles as I enter my condo. kaçak iddaa He lets me know in no uncertain terms how hungry he is, that I'm a cruel, hard-hearted woman to leave him to his own devices daily.When everything is done and I am relaxing in my bath, candles aglow, a glass of wine within easy reach, my mind drifts to you, sweet young man and I let this favourite fantasy play out.The lights are dimmed, you are staring at my body with avid interest. The beautiful big breasts I've carried all the years since my teens are not as perky as they once were, but time hasn?t been so harsh. Or perhaps the fact that I did not bear a child factors into it more. My stomach though no longer flat, is rounded, my thighs flare out in womanly fashion. There is nothing in your eyes that tells me you are displeased or turned off by what you gaze at.You seem unsure though, so I take the initiative and get on the bed to sit by your side, I bend down and kiss you gently on your forehead, letting my breast settle kaçak bahis against your upper chest.My lips meet yours and I lead you into a deep kiss. My tongue strokes yours and I nibble at it until I capture your full lower lip and suck it gently. I hold your arms because I don't want you to touch me. I am the only one who is allowed to touch. My hands cup your face and I gaze into your eyes;"I hope I'm not scaring you, young man"You shake your head no"I have no wish to harm you, I simply need to try a few things to see if I've been getting my fantasies right all this time."I move to straddle*your lap, I lower my head*to kiss you and nibble at the strong column of your throat, sliding down slowly to your chest, I rub my nose through your chest hairs. Sliding my mouth to your nipple, such a sweet little nipple, I flick it with my tongue and slide myself down further so that my mouth is grazing your hard stomach.I run my hands down from your shoulders and knead your muscled arms, you are such a hard illegal bahis young man, everywhere I touch, so very hard.I hear you gasp as my lips touch the tip of cock with my tongue. I take you into my mouth and start to suckle you, only the tip at first and then I slide you into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat where I hold you as I move my head sideways, you moan as I try valiantly to take you down as deeply as I can. I am unable to prevent the gagging, your cock is massive, there are tears running down my face as I continue to suck you in deeper and*faster. You are incredibly hard and my mouth has made you so very wet. You are starting to thrust yourself deeper inside my throat. Your sack is hard and puckered and I massage it as you pump away, faster and deeper until I feel your body becoming rigid and your essence is shot to*the back of my throat. It?s all I can do to not choke on the amount and speed as cum shoots from your engorged cock. Your moans, full-body shiver, and satisfied sigh are my reward. I continue to stroke you until your breathing calms and your hands unfurl.My head comes up and I stare into your eyes, you grab a handful of my hair, give a playful tug, and smile.