My name is Kya and I’m a horny Asian MILF. Let me tell you about this young fellow, Bryce, who had the right tool to fix my rusty pipe!
My longtime boyfriend, Cal, moved to Europe for his job. He said it would be a couple of years, but he’d come back every few months to be together. He left me in charge of his dog, Rex, and his ‘85 Classic. Both of which I love. It was sad to see him go, but glad to see them stay, for a while anyway.
But alas, shortly after he left, I noticed some changes in myself. It started with an unexplained feeling of restlessness most of the time, and about three or four months ago, that restlessness suddenly identified itself as horniness. I had been having frequent and overwhelming bouts of horniness, to the point where I slipped back into masturbation as often as I could. I masturbate on average once or twice a day, all week long, sometimes even during the day if I’m home, but mostly at night.
If the opportunity presents itself, I flirt with coworkers and random strangers I find attractive. I would store images of these men in my mind and use them in my fantasies of self-pleasuring. I would spend hours sometimes, literally, just rubbing my nipples and clit or finger fucking my pussy and asshole till I cum. Vibes and dildos play a major part in my rediscovery, also. Toys can be a great friend at times like this.
Cal and I had been holding on to this car for sentimental reasons, but it broke down again a few weeks ago, and I decided enough was enough. I sold it and got myself a brand-new car that I could call my own. Looking at the new buyer drive the old car away, I immediately remembered the young man who had last helped me, and the way he had been so brazenly checking me out as I stood by watching him work. But as I thought of him now, his name was Bryce, with my pussy itching like hell for some action, I couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to see him again. Not to do anything, just flirt a bit and then finger fuck myself to the memory after he’d left. An idea came to my head. I got my phone and found his number. He answered after the second ring.
“Hi, Bryce. I don’t know if you remember me, but this is Kya. You towed my old ‘85 Classic from Laramie Road a couple of months ago.” “Of course I remember you, who wouldn’t. You’re the beautiful lady with those pretty eyes and, if I may, terrific figure,” he said. I was sweetly stunned by his words, and immediately raised my skirt and pushed a shaky hand into my panties. “Thank you. You’re a real flatterer; you know how to make a lady feel good. Anyway, I sold that one and got a new one, but my brand new car won’t start, and since it’s Sunday, the dealer isn’t open.”
“I’m happy to help. I’ll drop by around six. Okay?” he said. “Good, Bryce, looking forward to it, bye.” I hurried to my bedroom and made the bed. Then, I checked myself in the mirror to make sure my ass was hugged tight by my short jean skirt. I had no doubts; I knew I was in good shape for my age. I then put on a cute pink bra and a low-cut top that barely keeps my cleavage in.
The doorbell rang at exactly five minutes to six. He stood outside the door looking at me, his face glowing with a broad smile, his dark eyes twinkling. He certainly didn’t make any bones about telegraphing his thoughts. “Nice to see you again, miss.” “Glad to see you too, Bryce. Thanks for coming over. Please come in.” My pussy was twitching in my panties as I led him through the house. I took him into the kitchen and went straight for the wine bottle. I needed a little buzz to be able to go through with this, but not so much to make me go all the way through; that was not in my plan, just a little flirting to get the juices flowing. Maybe, a little ‘accidental’ touching. I bent over to get the glasses, knowing he’d be eying my ass. “You don’t mind, do you?” I said as I poured the wine. “A bit early, yes, but what the heck, how can I refuse?” I handed him the glass, making sure our hands touched. I showed him to a chair, and then sat down on a stool facing him, my legs spread, and one foot up on a cross rung of the low stool. He was looking intently at me. We chatted for about 10 minutes about his work and what I do. I found out that he was twenty-four and single. I was about ten years older, although I don’t look my age, so his attention was a nice boost of confidence for me.
I went over to his chair to pour him another drink, enjoying the feeling of him looking into my blouse at my perky boobs just out of touch. I went back to the stool and sat with both of my feet on the floor, but with my legs spread much wider this time. I could see the glint of desire in his eyes as he stared every now and then directly at my crotch.
Then, I got up on weak legs and led him to the garage. I stood in the doorway, watching as he worked on the car. As he worked, he was constantly checking me out; my legs, my crotch, my boobs, my eyes, he looked everywhere on me, and under such obvious undressing, it was all I could do to keep from grabbing him and doing him right then. I knew this was no longer harmless flirting. I no longer cared about having things under control.
I wanted this guy to fuck me. I was titillated; I felt my skin tingling all over, my mouth watering. He held my gaze for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand as if for a lift up. I grabbed it with my hand, sweaty with excitement. He sprang up, his body crashing into mine. Holding me around the waist, he pulled me close to him, his right thigh wedged between my thighs, his big, hard cock pressing against my belly. I felt my pussy pulsing. Bending his knees a little, he forced his hardness against my pussy.
Bryce stretched his hand down and lifted me off my feet. I showed him the way up the stairs and into my bedroom. I lay him down on the bed and unzipped his pants, releasing his huge member. I marveled at his big cock with its glistening head and puffed veins. I marveled at it with awe and then grabbed it with one hand, while guiding my lips to his girth. I worked my mouth on his cock until he got to a stiffness I’ve never seen.
His strong hands spread my legs wide. He pulled my skirt up and tugged at my panties, moving them aside to expose my pussy with its lightly trimmed hairs. He poked a big forefinger into my wet pussy. He got between my legs and managed to get his huge cock into my aching pussy. He slammed into me hard, making me grunt and grab his sides to control his movements. He took hold of my legs at the ankles and spread them wide as he pummeled my pussy. I bit into my lip and felt teardrops on my face as he roughly worked my pussy. I gritted my teeth as he slammed into me. He let go of my legs, and I planted my feet into the mattress for leverage as I started to work my body under him in a deep rolling grind. I grabbed his hips as I bucked and jerked under him, listening to the sloshing sounds of his cock moving in and out of my very wet pussy.
He flipped me over on my belly, put his hands under me, and raised me up on my knees, my ass high in the air. I felt his hands separating my thighs and his cock at the entrance of my pulsing pussy. I bit my lip and braced for the assault. He drove into me, pushing me forward. He was slamming into me hard, every thrust pushing me forward, and every time I would push back to take the next blow. I felt my knees getting sore, beginning to bruise from being on them for so long. I wriggled my ass as best as I could against his pounding, grunting, and snorting. His aggressive sex was such a turn-on to me. The harder he fucked me, the wetter I was getting. I felt him slap my ass hard, and I yelped. He pulled out his cock and flipped me on my back.
He brought his cock to my mouth, and I opened up and took it hungrily, sucking and licking and biting. He pounded into my mouth, using it like a willing pussy. He pulled my head forward, and I gagged on the big tool. I grabbed it with both hands, one on top of the other, and still had a couple of inches sticking out. I took it into my mouth, clamped down, and wrapped it around the big head. I sucked it hard, pulled away, sucked it again, pulled away, rubbed it all over my face, sniffing and licking. I slapped it hard and threw myself back on the bed, opening my legs wide and using both hands to spread my pussy. He knew what I wanted.
The orgasm hit me suddenly. I bucked and kicked about under his mouth, glued to my clit. When my shaking was over, I turned around and took his cock in my mouth and sucked on it gently for a long time until he exploded. I swallowed every drop; then I licked his balls lovingly as he stroked my hair. He remained with me late into the evening. Just so you know, he fixed the car on Monday morning!
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