Cradle snatcher

Thanks to a recent wardrobe change, I am getting hit on by guys young enough to pass for my little brother. James is not so young but I am still a good 5 years older than him. Anyhow I am so completely in lust with him it’s amazing how I get any work done! He is so adorably cute and persistent. It wasn’t long before I started seeing him in a different light. He would stare at me with such soulful eyes I was constantly horny. As I sat at my desk, my eyes would wander ponderingly to his mouth. It was a wide mouth with the upper lip a little bit hooked like a spoon…not is best feature obviously but interesting never the less. His winning features were his eyes, so brown that they would get darker with emotion was just a sheer miracle I didn’t bed him there and then. Well, if something is meant to happen, it eventually takes place. I had gone out for a drink when I bumped into him at the counter. His tall, lithe frame in a tight fitting shirt was the first thing I noticed. ‘Hey’, I said casually but ended up sounding seductive. On seeing me, a slow pleased smile which went all the way to his eyes crept appeared on his face. ‘Hey’, he also answered. ‘I really hope you mean to join me’, he continued. The invitation was clear and I accepted. I perched myself on the stool next to his and the fraternizing began. Not one for excess conversation I was only too happy to let him talk as I slowly undressed mind in my mind. My fingers were itching to run down his well formed torso and the stripped shirt didn’t help any matters. My eyes followed the thin stripes from the collar to the part where they disappeared into his crotch area. His skinny jeans molded his thighs in a way only denim could. ‘Are you even listening to a word I am saying?’ he asked. ‘Honestly…no, I am rather fighting a craving to take your shirt off’, I replied frankly. ‘Really?, I thought I was the only one fighting the urge to relieve you of your clothes’, he said with a husky laugh. The air became charged with sexual tension it was amazing we hadn’t raped each other yet. ‘Let’s go home’, he said suddenly. ‘Brilliant idea, your place or mine?’ I asked obligingly. ‘The nearest’, he replied holding my hand a little too tightly while hailing a boda. On getting to his place, he opened the door while kissing me, closed it with one hand groping my ass and I tearing at his shirt. By the time we got to the bedroom , a garment trail with our intentions clearly written was strewn all over the place; shoes, trousers, skirt, bra, boxers, G-string …you don’t need a tutor to figure that out. Now who knew cradle snatching would be this fun?