Giacomo and I prefer ongoing relationships, but sometimes some of our libertine friends end up pairing up and becoming wise, not to say “conventional”. Too bad for us haha. Their girlfriends aren't as open-minded as they are, unless they're the ones who don't want to share anymore.
So it's time to renew our network of close friends. To do this, we make contact mainly on libertine dating sites (Wyylde generally).
One day, Giacomo introduces me to a profile and adds as a preamble:
"He's a bit young, he's 24.
⁃ What? That's hardly more than your son so no.
⁃ Look at his profile before you say no.
⁃ ... (long silence) When do we meet him?"
My “moral” is quickly put away. After all, he's my son-in-law, not my son, and isn't transgressing morality the most exciting thing there is? Within the bounds of the law, of course. 20 years younger is a lot, but as long as he's of age and willing, everything's fine.
His photos reveal a tall, slim young man, blond with blue eyes, athletic, and above all, he poses with pretty smiles, a detail that means a lot to me. In short, he's so cute and has such a sweet face, how can I resist?
We exchange a few messages and quickly arrange a meeting.
Giacomo points out that I should certainly guide him: at his age, he must lack experience. A lot of young virgins have been asking me to be their first experience. I'm a bit puzzled. Perhaps this meeting will give me something to think about?
For our rendezvous, I chose to wear a slim-fitting gray dress with pretty charcoal-gray high heels.
He shows up at our place: indeed, he's very young! True to the photos, he's tall: 1.90m (yes, I have a soft spot for tall people), slim, very athletic, with long blond/red hair that he's put up in a bun, very pretty blue eyes, slightly bearded with a small moustache. Despite his young age, he exudes great gentleness and calm. He's dressed in summer pants and shirt.
We get to know each other over a light aperitif. He's a student and has found a seasonal job in the vineyards of our region. Rather courageous for his generation. He tells us that he's curious by nature and wanted to discover the world of libertinage. Certainly a little intimidated by the situation, he's not very talkative, but very observant. His gaze is frank and direct, seeming to peer deep into our souls. Adorable, he tells me, almost surprised, that he finds me more beautiful in real life than on the photos. I'm very touched and flattered, always attributing the compliments I receive to my husband's talent as a photographer. We feel a great sensitivity in him, despite his discretion.
When we get down to business, this impression is confirmed and I quickly feel confident.
We sit on the sofa and kiss. His lips are soft and I love the way he kisses me languorously and delicately.
This first step into intimacy is infinitely sweet and delicate, and so simple. The promise of what's to come?
He unbuttons his shirt, quickly removes it, kisses me, then pulls my dress slightly up over my buttocks. He's delighted to discover my lingerie: a raspberry-colored satin lace set that I'm particularly fond of.
He covers me with kisses: from my lips, he moves down to my belly, back up to my mouth, his hands wandering deliberately over my chubby little buttocks. I feel enveloped in gentleness and attention. Again with simplicity, he unhooks my bra, covers me again with kisses, this time lingering on my breasts and nipples, which he sucks hungrily. Desire climbs to a crescendo. My hands venture down his pants, encountering a lovely bulge that I brush through his boxers. I'm so flattered by the desire I arouse in this handsome young man. I may be 20 years older, but I feel lucky and grateful for this moment, which I savor with full awareness. I undress him completely and am honored to discover his already erect sex. I take him in my hand and masturbate him gently.
I invite him to sit on the sofa and kneel on the carpet. We're still kissing as his big hands caress my little buttocks and I jerk off his hard cock, testifying to his irrepressible desire. He titillates my nipples. These languorous kisses fan our ardors even more, plunging us into a whirlwind of voluptuousness. My desire for him intensifies as much as his sex hardens. His hands on my buttocks inflame my arousal.
I gradually lower myself and bring my face close to his sex. Naughty and never taking my eyes off him, I tease the tip of his glans with my tongue, and work my way up his penis, before taking him into my mouth, masturbating. I suck him deeper and deeper, to the back of my throat. I hear him relax, moaning with pleasure, and I love it. Feeling my partner's pleasure increases mine tenfold. He surrenders totally to my caresses. He hardens in my mouth, I can feel him letting go. I want to give him maximum pleasure...
It's incredible to feel so confident with such a young man, everything is so fluid with him, so simple, so harmonious, like a matter of course. In the end, I have nothing to teach him: his caresses are soft and delicate, mixed with the subtle firmness I love. Of all the men I've met, I've discovered that despite his young age, he has absolutely nothing to envy his older, more experienced counterparts. He's fully in the moment, quite simply, and his intention to give his partner pleasure is sincere and genuine. He's sharing and exchanging, not imposing his desire on me, his masculine or domineering urge. He's simply savoring, in full awareness, just like me.
His hands rest delicately on my face, which he lifts, and he kisses me again.
He kneels in turn, slides my thong down my legs, a detail I love and find terribly erotic and erogenous, kisses my breasts, my belly, caresses my lips. He never takes his eyes off me as he places light kisses on my Mount Venus, then on my lips, before licking them gently and delicately. He watches my every reaction as if he's associating each movement with each response to learn how to excite me better. And it works. I thought I had to teach him things, but he's teaching me about myself.
As he licks me, he titillates both my nipples. I close my eyes and savor this delicious cunnilingus.
Strangely enough, I feel as confident as I rarely do. Is this due to his youth or his great sensitivity? He's so attuned to my letting go that I have no choice but to let myself go completely. He takes the time to caress me delicately, with great sensuality. I love it. He's slowly but surely raising the temperature. It's just the rhythm I like and it suits me. I let myself go.
With a benevolent, patient smile, he watches for every sigh, every undulation of the pelvis, every moan. For my part, I want to encourage him in his first experiences in a positive way.
I give myself over completely. My first orgasm begins, he smiles and encourages me. The wave arrives, inescapable, and I'm overwhelmed by a tsunami of pleasure under his tongue strokes. The liberating hormones surge through my veins, and my body jerks in spasm, witnessing the shockwave of this climax. As I float on a small cloud of bliss, ecstatic, I can read a blissful smile on his face, proud and delighted to have given me so much pleasure.
He kisses me gently as I gradually come to my senses. He envelops me in gentleness, but I can also feel that the animal in him has awakened: his caresses become increasingly firm on my buttocks, his kisses more fiery.
He kneels down, spreads my thighs and ventures towards my intimacy. He slides a finger into my moist slit. My pelvis ripples with pleasure as his middle finger digs into my insides and his thumb teases my clitoris: I love it. I close my eyes and savor his caresses, abandoning myself once again. My hands seek out his sex and I masturbate his erect penis, full of desire. I crave him to take me. He arouses very primal instincts in me. I feel animal too. He kisses my pussy again, licking it hungrily and greedily. My clitoris gets hard too, my lips drip wet, my pulse quickens. A new orgasm shakes me and finally awakens the animal inside him.
Time to get down to business! Not holding back any longer, he stands up and I grab a condom. Naughty, I take it in my mouth before unrolling the cap on his penis. He tips me over onto the sofa, spreads my thighs, presents himself at the entrance to my lips, then pushes in gently but firmly, all the way to the guard. Finally, I feel him inside me. I savor his cock as it slides inch by inch into my tight, lubricated little pussy. I love the sensation of the first penetration, especially when it's carried out like this: a mixture of softness and firmness, all sensuality. He continues with slow back-and-forth strokes, penetrating me with his full length, his balls touching my buttocks. “You excite me too much.” He pulls back, rubbing his glans along my slit. I love this caress, which I call “the brush”; it simply drives me crazy. He comes back inside me and slowly accelerates the pace of his thrusts.
Too excited, he withdraws to calm things down, and strokes my bud again with his thumb, encouraging me to cum once more. A third orgasm floods my whole body. I'm happy and so is he, still grinning benevolently.
“Do you want to feel me?”
Of course I do. He sinks ever so gently into my little pussy and comes all the way up against me, resting his torso against mine. His hot breath on my neck speeds up as he sets a steady rhythm in my lower belly. The excitement he'd held in until now is gradually released. His sex swells more and more, then it's the apotheosis: I feel his sperm explode deep inside my tight little pussy, despite the condom.
We get up slowly and slowly come to our senses.
I loved this round, the first of many with him, much to both our delight.
I was pleasantly surprised by this young man, 20 years my junior, yet so talented. He has absolutely nothing to envy the much older and more experienced men I've met, or at least I like the way he does things and the way he's in the act.
He's already understood everything about women, and he doesn't apply it for calculation's sake, but simply with sincerity and authenticity. He's genuinely benevolent and really enjoys giving his partner pleasure. He seems to be into what my husband and I share: compersion. I also loved that he was fully in the moment.
Corneille's quote from The Cid: “I am young, it is true; but to a well-born soul, value does not await the number of years”, suits him like a glove when it comes to trifles. In the course of our encounters with him, we'll discover that it applies in other areas too. A great deal of maturity for such a young man.
You can find the video of this meeting here: https://www.missluxiyang.com/en/videos-gallery/a-nice-meeting
