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I had noticed and watched him from afar long before we ever came to speak. He was in his late teens, I guessed and his young, muscular body, his ruffled dark hair and his tattoos thrilled me. I was particularly taken by the way he walked or should I say, strutted. That walk said “Fuck you” to the entire world and that insouciance, that “fuck you”, it appealed to me. I am drawn to people who do not give a damn for what others think of them for I am that way myself. I am who I am without apology and so was he. He was a study in turbulence and energy. He was trouble which him all the more alluring .

One hot day, in the depth of the summer, I was crossing the street and I saw him while pretending not to. I saw his eyes take in my body in my skin tight soft jersey top and short skirt. He smiled at me knowingly and said hello. I met his eyes and issued an invitation that required no words. I led him back to my place and my eyes were fastened on his arms, his body, his ass in those tight jeans as I imagined what lay beneath.

I led him into my bedroom and in a moment we were tumbling on my canopy bed and he was sucking hard on my breasts and hungrily pushing my skirt up and my panties down. I was startled that it was this boy who had taken the lead. Normally it is me who does that so I found it both disconcerting and deeply arousing.

He pressed his body hard against me and with one hand probed my wet pussy with his fingers, gently but insistently and with the other, he undid the fly of his jeans. He grabbed my ass tightly, pulled me toward him and roughly thrust his cock inside me. The smell of him, the saltiness of his T-shirt, the musk of his body, was so strong that it was akin to a  taste,  as the buckle to his jeans rubbed up against my belly. The heat between our bodies was intense. It enclosed us like a tent as we fucked wildly, with abandon.

He had me moaning and writhing beneath him and we both came very quickly and fell back against the welcome cool of the Egyptian cotton sheets, panting from our exertions.

“That was fucking incredible,” he said when he had finally caught his breath.

“Yes,” I replied. ” It was. And maybe next time we can even take our clothes off.”

 

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