A new grocery store opened in my area a few months ago, so I thought I’d finally go have a look. I knew going in that I probably wouldn’t shop there, but I was curious. With the cost of food going up, I’ve been chasing sales more often, but my time is important. I’m not driving across the city to save $4, and I’ve never been much of a comparison shopper because I haven’t needed to be, but I have a limit.
So in I went.
Cruising the produce section, I was immediately drawn to this tall, young, sexy man with a tattooed sleeve and a high and tight haircut. When he turned, I was shocked to see how young he was! And handsome! I’m not sure if I sighed, but could have.
Strong thick arms turn me on. Not bodybuilder arms, but the arms of a fit man.
He was such a (very young) man who didn’t disappoint. I’m sure he was an inch or two over six feet and had a nicely proportioned body. Wide shoulders, tapering down to a trim waist. He looked like a hockey player, and oh so gorgeous!
When I was young, I would avoid a man like him. I lacked the confidence to be forward, and I didn’t think a boy who looked like him would be interested in me. I was geeky, nerdy, and shy. Shy of my big chest and the buckets of unwelcomed attention it drew. I tried my best to cover myself up than show off like I do today, and because of that awkwardness, I’d never have approached him in school.
But that was a long time ago. Today I’m far less worried about what I look like and more in tune with my desires.
One of my desires has never been a younger man. Before I married, I was always with men who were in my age range, plus or minus a couple of years. It’s been the same with cheating, though the age range has expanded to plus or minus ten years.
With cheating has come a certain open-mindedness as well, so I’m less likely to shut a door out of hand these days.
Last year I wrote a book review about a woman’s experience on Tinder. Along with everything else she discussed in her book was her taste for much younger men. I started thinking about it then because she was about the same age as me, sleeping with men 30 years younger than her. I didn’t judge because I thought it was fine, just not for me.
After I finished the book review, I wrote five erotic stories exploring the idea of me being with much younger men. They were hot and sexy, but I still couldn’t picture myself having sex with someone 30 years younger — mostly because my son is 30 years younger, and I still see him as my baby boy.
But this hottie? Phew!
I don’t know what it was, but on seeing him, I knew I had to chat with him and feel him out. Don’t all young men have MILF fantasies? I wondered. The other thing that made him unusual was he was the only guy I’ve seriously thought about picking up off the street like this since being married.
Sure, there’ve been plenty of men I’d have like to bed over the years, but he was the first one I decided to hit on in his own environment.
As I slowly wheeled my cart around the store, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. When I got close enough, I gave him a nice smile and said hello. I knew I was supercharged because of my slut summer sexcapades but didn’t want to scare him off.
Cougars usually only get one pounce in the wild, and I wasn’t going to waste mine on a fumble, so walked on. Although I don’t know if he was looking, I let my hips and sexy bum sway for him as I left the produce section.
Last Saturday
Last weekend I was back early as I had a few things I needed to pick up. Entering the store, I saw he was filling a corn bin, so strolled over. I was going to make a move. I wasn’t sure what it would be, but I knew it was time.
“Good morning! How’s the corn looking?” I asked, picking up an ear and peeling back the leaves.
“Good morning! This just came in yesterday, so I’m just getting it out. I’m sure it’s good,” he replied nicely. He was smooth but still young and uncertain.
“Oh, this one looks a little mushy. Let’s have a look at another….” I applied my expert mom's eye to the task in a way that would suppress questioning, “oh, boy. This one’s a swing and a miss too.”
“I’m sorry, I thought they were fresh,” he said, taking it at looking at it.
“I’m sure they’re fine, but I like them to be hard and crunchy. Maybe I’ll just take four and see how they are. Do you know when more are coming?”
“I don’t, but I could ask my manager if you like?”
“No, that’s fine, but could you text me? You know when the next batch comes in? I’m only five minutes away,” I asked because I’m very serious about my corn, lol.
“…uh, sure, I guess…I could, but I could just get the produce manager. He’s in the back.”
“What’s a matter? Are you shy?” I smiled coyly, raising an eyebrow as if to challenge him.
“No, I, ah, just…ok, forget it. What’s your number?” he asked after stammering a little.
“How about I text you? What’s your number?” I’d already had my phone in hand.
I texted— Hello! Teresa the crazy corn lady here!
“Did you get it?” I asked.
“Yup!” he smiled.
“What’s your name?”
“Aaron.”
“Ok, Aaron, I’ll leave you to it! And don’t forget to text!” I smiled and walked off, again swinging my hips just a little more than usual.
And later that day I started sending him these 🙈
Yeah, I’m incredibly corny…
We’ve been texting ever since! I’m not sure if he was awkward at first, but he replied and even found some memes of his own. It might surprise you, but I’m pretty funny when I want to be. We have nothing in common, but I’m sure he’s slowly getting the idea that I’d like us to have one thing in common.
I made sure to find out if he has a girlfriend or not — he doesn’t. While I’d have no problem sleeping with a married man twice his age, I wouldn’t want to do that to a young woman. She has all the time in the world to get jaded and start hating men, but didn’t want to be the one to get the ball rolling.
For me, this is probably a young guy/old MILF porn fantasy of mine mixed with wanting to “teach him what I know” and a desire to be crushed in his sexy arms.
My lover knows about him and isn’t happy, but he is working it out. I think he feels threatened by Aaron’s age and virility. I’m a little worried too. This will be the first guy I’ll have met like this, and he’s so young he might get the wrong idea about what I’m looking for — and he knows I’m in the area.
The one saving grace is if it doesn’t work out, I’ll just not shop in his store, but so far, I think things will be fine. He knows I’m married, so hopefully will see that I’m only interested in his body.
I just hope he’s interested in mine!
Here’s how I lost my virginity. I grew up a lot the summer after high school —
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