Oh. My. God.
Firstly - I had seriously forgotten just how good sex can be.
Secondly - young gentlemen of 22 have NO business being that big in the trouser department.
The whole sordid story follows.
Around xmas the guy who used to be the yard supervisor came back to work after almost 3 months off due to a damaged foot. I hadn't met him, and the day he came in to discuss coming back I thought he was cute.
2 days later I had a serious case of the hots happening.
He is so totally gorgeous, and if I had a 'type' then he would definitely be it. He is 6ft4", solid build, amazing caramel coloured eyes, and the sweetest nature, *sigh* he made my knees go week.
However he is 22 - was 21 when I met him - and attached. So I just had a crush, inappropriate as my crushes usually are.
My boss used to try to involve us in conversations all the time - like S would come into the office to talk to M [boss] and M would ask me for my opinion.
After a while every time M was out S would come and sit in my office and talk to me. We share a love of porn, have similar taste in music, similar sense of humour.
On Saturdays he would spend hours talking to me, especially when it was just us there. I worked Sundays too - I was able to get tonnes of work done when I was there on my own - and S started working too.
We took drugs together once. Then a week later I had worked on the day before - Sunday - and had thought that he might have been there too, he wasn't. So he was talking to me and I said that I had thought about bringing him in a loaded gun, but then didn't and decided that he if wanted any he could follow me home after work.
As I was leaving he came over and said 'can I follow you home?' I said sure, but that I had to go do some stuff first, so I would come past the yard on my way back. When I got he was hesitant, but followed me home anyway. He was here for about half an hour and then went back to work.
2 days later I worked late, he said that his guy was coming by and did I want anything. I said sure and gave him the cash. He asked me where I wanted him to leave it, I said don't leave it here, I'll get it off you tomorrow. Then I said or if you are feeling nice you could bring it over to me. He said that he might. When I left I rang him in the excavator to tell him that I was going, and that if I didn't see him later I'd see him tomorrow. He said that he'd probably be over.
So I came home and cleaned up a bit, and had a shower - by 10 pm I had decided that he wasn't coming so I was in my jammies lying on the couch reading when he arrived.
We sat up until 3am playing cards and being silly. I had to force myself to not try to touch him, and that was really hard.
Over the next couple of weeks there was some mutual flirting going on - the other women who worked at the yard said that she thought he was interested but just being cautious.
I spoke to a couple of trusted friends who both said that because of the age difference that I had to let him make the first move.
I told him that I thought he had a sexy arse - which he does - and when I was talking to R about all the colour wearing off my tongue stud, he chimed in with 'I was wondering what that purple on my dick was'.
Then I got fired - the company that had bought into the company decided that they wanted to do the accounts themselves. I was stunned, but luckily the labour hire company has me working in their office 4 days a week until they find me something else.
Last Thursday I made a deal with myself - that if he hadn't rung or come over by Sunday that I would stop obsessing over him.
I went out Friday morning, and when I got back there was a message on my phone from him, telling me he was bored and that I could call him if I wanted to.
So I rang, and during the conversation he said 'so are you going to come and visit', so I asked him for directions, and just over an hour later I was there.
I had a coffee with the weighbridge guy, then went over to S's side of the yard. We sat in his shed and talked for a bit - I read a porn mag that he had that he said was good [it was]. Then we went for a walk around, I was actually curious about the crusher. So we climbed up there and he showed me around. He had to go load a truck, so I just wandered around and checked the place out. He gave me a ride back to the shed on the loader. It was quite bumpy, and I was considering 'falling' onto him, but didn't.
So we went back to the shed, and he made me coffee.
I told him that when R was asking him for naked pics that I was on the phone, he laughed. I also said that R had lectured me about cheating on him, he asked what I meant and I said that I had told R that I had a date that night, and that R said you aren't cheating on S are you. S then asked me if I had the date, I said that yes I had, but that I didn't really like the guy. He asked why, and I said that although I don't have a type, he wasn't it if I did. I was then telling him about the hassles I have with guys. He asked if the only reason I hadn't done anything with the other R was because he was married. I said no, that I like doing the affair with married/attached men because they can't get too involved, and single guys don't really like keeping things casual.
So, staring very intently at the wall, and going kinda pink, he asked 'so would you be interested in things going further with me' I was speechless for about 5 seconds, then I smiled at him and said 'absolutely. So we organised for him to come over after work, as I was leaving I said can I have a kiss, and he said of course. Nice nice kiss.
So I went home, then had to go into town, and by the time I got home he was here.
He was really nervous- and a bit guilty - and I said that he didn't have to fuck me. He said he knew that but that he wanted to. It was cold so he asked me to put the heater on in the bedroom.
After I did that I came back into the lounge room and sat net to him on the couch, I was giggling, and as I started saying that I wasn't laughing at him he put his arm around my shoulders pulled me close and kissed me.
Best. Kisser. Ever.
So we sat on the couch making out - what a great term - for about an hour, then I said that I had to have a shower because I wanted to shave my legs. He said - maybe you should do that now. When I came back we sat on the couch kissing for a bit longer. When he first put his hands under my shirt I got goose-bumps, he thought it was because his hands were cold, so I said no it's not that, he asked what it was then, so I started to explain just how much I wanted him. He said ok, stood up, took my hand and led me to the bed. He sat on the side of the bed and pulled me down next to him. We started kissing again, and then he undressed me - up to this point all the stuff he was doing was very gentle, and kinda romantic. I have never had a guy take me by the hand and lead me to bed before. It gave me shivers.
He got undressed too, except for his jocks, and we continued for a while. When I first put my hand on his dick I must have had a strange look on my face because he said whats wrong? I think I said something like - thats scary, he said what is? I said the size of that.
I will spare you the gory details, except for this - he asked if it was hurting, I said yes, he asked if I wanted him to stop I said no, a couple of minutes later he asked again, and when I said no he commented that it was a tight fit, I gigled and said it was his fault for being so big, and back when I was 22 I can't remember guys knowing their way around a clit with their tongue - things sure have changed. He also scored big points by continuing to kiss me after I gave him head - lots of guys won't.
Afterwards I said - so can we do this again sometime, he said he hadn't decided yet, but he asked if I would be disappointed if we didn't. I said that I would, and that the sex had been way better than I thought it would be. He agreed, and said that it was better than he thought it would be too.
As he was leaving he said that he would drop in again in a couple of days, but not to hold him to any definites. Then he kissed me goodbye. And it was not the kiss of someone who didn't want to fuck me again.
So I am now trying to keep busy and not think about it all too much. He did agree that even if we don't fuck again we will stay friends. Which is great.
*fingers crossed*
Secondly - young gentlemen of 22 have NO business being that big in the trouser department.
The whole sordid story follows.
Around xmas the guy who used to be the yard supervisor came back to work after almost 3 months off due to a damaged foot. I hadn't met him, and the day he came in to discuss coming back I thought he was cute.
2 days later I had a serious case of the hots happening.
He is so totally gorgeous, and if I had a 'type' then he would definitely be it. He is 6ft4", solid build, amazing caramel coloured eyes, and the sweetest nature, *sigh* he made my knees go week.
However he is 22 - was 21 when I met him - and attached. So I just had a crush, inappropriate as my crushes usually are.
My boss used to try to involve us in conversations all the time - like S would come into the office to talk to M [boss] and M would ask me for my opinion.
After a while every time M was out S would come and sit in my office and talk to me. We share a love of porn, have similar taste in music, similar sense of humour.
On Saturdays he would spend hours talking to me, especially when it was just us there. I worked Sundays too - I was able to get tonnes of work done when I was there on my own - and S started working too.
We took drugs together once. Then a week later I had worked on the day before - Sunday - and had thought that he might have been there too, he wasn't. So he was talking to me and I said that I had thought about bringing him in a loaded gun, but then didn't and decided that he if wanted any he could follow me home after work.
As I was leaving he came over and said 'can I follow you home?' I said sure, but that I had to go do some stuff first, so I would come past the yard on my way back. When I got he was hesitant, but followed me home anyway. He was here for about half an hour and then went back to work.
2 days later I worked late, he said that his guy was coming by and did I want anything. I said sure and gave him the cash. He asked me where I wanted him to leave it, I said don't leave it here, I'll get it off you tomorrow. Then I said or if you are feeling nice you could bring it over to me. He said that he might. When I left I rang him in the excavator to tell him that I was going, and that if I didn't see him later I'd see him tomorrow. He said that he'd probably be over.
So I came home and cleaned up a bit, and had a shower - by 10 pm I had decided that he wasn't coming so I was in my jammies lying on the couch reading when he arrived.
We sat up until 3am playing cards and being silly. I had to force myself to not try to touch him, and that was really hard.
Over the next couple of weeks there was some mutual flirting going on - the other women who worked at the yard said that she thought he was interested but just being cautious.
I spoke to a couple of trusted friends who both said that because of the age difference that I had to let him make the first move.
I told him that I thought he had a sexy arse - which he does - and when I was talking to R about all the colour wearing off my tongue stud, he chimed in with 'I was wondering what that purple on my dick was'.
Then I got fired - the company that had bought into the company decided that they wanted to do the accounts themselves. I was stunned, but luckily the labour hire company has me working in their office 4 days a week until they find me something else.
Last Thursday I made a deal with myself - that if he hadn't rung or come over by Sunday that I would stop obsessing over him.
I went out Friday morning, and when I got back there was a message on my phone from him, telling me he was bored and that I could call him if I wanted to.
So I rang, and during the conversation he said 'so are you going to come and visit', so I asked him for directions, and just over an hour later I was there.
I had a coffee with the weighbridge guy, then went over to S's side of the yard. We sat in his shed and talked for a bit - I read a porn mag that he had that he said was good [it was]. Then we went for a walk around, I was actually curious about the crusher. So we climbed up there and he showed me around. He had to go load a truck, so I just wandered around and checked the place out. He gave me a ride back to the shed on the loader. It was quite bumpy, and I was considering 'falling' onto him, but didn't.
So we went back to the shed, and he made me coffee.
I told him that when R was asking him for naked pics that I was on the phone, he laughed. I also said that R had lectured me about cheating on him, he asked what I meant and I said that I had told R that I had a date that night, and that R said you aren't cheating on S are you. S then asked me if I had the date, I said that yes I had, but that I didn't really like the guy. He asked why, and I said that although I don't have a type, he wasn't it if I did. I was then telling him about the hassles I have with guys. He asked if the only reason I hadn't done anything with the other R was because he was married. I said no, that I like doing the affair with married/attached men because they can't get too involved, and single guys don't really like keeping things casual.
So, staring very intently at the wall, and going kinda pink, he asked 'so would you be interested in things going further with me' I was speechless for about 5 seconds, then I smiled at him and said 'absolutely. So we organised for him to come over after work, as I was leaving I said can I have a kiss, and he said of course. Nice nice kiss.
So I went home, then had to go into town, and by the time I got home he was here.
He was really nervous- and a bit guilty - and I said that he didn't have to fuck me. He said he knew that but that he wanted to. It was cold so he asked me to put the heater on in the bedroom.
After I did that I came back into the lounge room and sat net to him on the couch, I was giggling, and as I started saying that I wasn't laughing at him he put his arm around my shoulders pulled me close and kissed me.
Best. Kisser. Ever.
So we sat on the couch making out - what a great term - for about an hour, then I said that I had to have a shower because I wanted to shave my legs. He said - maybe you should do that now. When I came back we sat on the couch kissing for a bit longer. When he first put his hands under my shirt I got goose-bumps, he thought it was because his hands were cold, so I said no it's not that, he asked what it was then, so I started to explain just how much I wanted him. He said ok, stood up, took my hand and led me to the bed. He sat on the side of the bed and pulled me down next to him. We started kissing again, and then he undressed me - up to this point all the stuff he was doing was very gentle, and kinda romantic. I have never had a guy take me by the hand and lead me to bed before. It gave me shivers.
He got undressed too, except for his jocks, and we continued for a while. When I first put my hand on his dick I must have had a strange look on my face because he said whats wrong? I think I said something like - thats scary, he said what is? I said the size of that.
I will spare you the gory details, except for this - he asked if it was hurting, I said yes, he asked if I wanted him to stop I said no, a couple of minutes later he asked again, and when I said no he commented that it was a tight fit, I gigled and said it was his fault for being so big, and back when I was 22 I can't remember guys knowing their way around a clit with their tongue - things sure have changed. He also scored big points by continuing to kiss me after I gave him head - lots of guys won't.
Afterwards I said - so can we do this again sometime, he said he hadn't decided yet, but he asked if I would be disappointed if we didn't. I said that I would, and that the sex had been way better than I thought it would be. He agreed, and said that it was better than he thought it would be too.
As he was leaving he said that he would drop in again in a couple of days, but not to hold him to any definites. Then he kissed me goodbye. And it was not the kiss of someone who didn't want to fuck me again.
So I am now trying to keep busy and not think about it all too much. He did agree that even if we don't fuck again we will stay friends. Which is great.
*fingers crossed*