Young Sex Stories series #3 (Older Women Younger Men)
Tom Day
Published by epublisher at Smashwords
Copyright 2011 Tom Day
Excerpt:
Apparently she performed in New York as a professional ballet
dancer and is well known in the dancing community. There she is
teaching ballet to young women: stretching, twirling and snapping
into brilliant poses for the class to emulate. Her long slender legs
glide and pounce briskfully into the air as her little hands sway
like a lily pedal caught up in a breeze.
Her tiny waist delicate like the stem of a flower; every rib pronounced and glorious in every twist and even the tiniest of muscle contractions is a sculpture in motion rippling through every inch of her body, commanding poses with utter mastery.
The very sight of her beauty began to enrage my young sexuality with eye popping, nostril flaring lust seeming to split my very bones from my soul; I agonized for the day to end so I may sleep and see her along my morning walks to the bus stop.
"I must speak to her! I must be with her!" these thoughts trumping my good senses and replaying over-and-over in my eighteen year-old head till sleepy delirium.
For weeks it was the some routine; polite smile exchanges with no pauses are verbal salutations; just little me smiling and shuffling off like a little mouse with a book bag full of Plato's ramblings and Algebraic headaches. While on the bus, I'd often stare out the window watching the buildings zipping by while day dreaming of her; I couldn't get her out of my mind; her bright hazel eyes burning a hole in me with simple little smiles.
These dreams became fantastic day dreams only an eighteen year-old can have. Day dreams of all the sexual passions nature provides to young men in double dose portion; but void of the bitterness and vulgarity brought by troubled years and a broken heart.
It's only during youth and very brief, when innocents and lust occupies the same place in an unknowing heart; but all too soon the boyish glance to sneak-a-peek is replaced with a man’s predatory gaze. I was still unknowing.
I'd become frantic with the thought of her; her image haunting my mind's eye just before sleep; between sleep and wakefulness, visions of her lips, glowing hair and silver eyes would blur and form like liquid patterns in the most erotic sort.
This is a work of fiction. All characters and events described are not real; and any resemblances to real person(s) and event(s) are completely coincidental. All sexual depictions involve mutually consenting adults.
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Copyright © 2011 by Tom Day
Young Sex Stories series #3
Older Woman Younger Man
Like any young man that knows what it's like to be alive. I had an adolescent crush on an older woman that moved in near my neighborhood when only eighteen years-old.
She appeared in my life during my first year attending community college. I was still living with my parents at the time. Her house tucked between where I lived and the public bus stop.