Just trying my hand here , a kind of true ish story from a few years ago , not involving myself … written from the mature Woman’s perspective….
I had been eyeing him up for a few years, seen the lad kicking about before …
Me being the lonely mature woman , him the younger Chav stud … athletic , footballer , poser if you will… this was a few years ago so maybes I should begin from the day ….
The family next door were having a BBQ , always used to ask / invite me to try and get me involved , being a widower they knew I was on my own … what they didn’t realise was my consistent hunger for naughty younger lads.
Tom was no more than 20/21 at this point - earlier in the week a member of his family had invited me round for a few glasses of wine at their BBQ the following day , why not ? I thought , if anything it would give me a chance to have a perve on Tom …
On the afternoon of the BBQ I had seen Tom earlier in the day , strutting about as cocky young lads do which now made me want him even more …
As tea time fell I went next door wearing quite a revealing dress , with some fine lingerie and large heels , as luck would have it there was Tom a few drinks in acting up and playing the fool … “Hello Mrs Murphy” he said taking in a glance of my outfit , Hello Thomas I replied with a little grin , my eyes never losing contact with his , as I watched him go about hyperly dancing etc , which I quite enjoyed , seeing the movement of his baggy ish jeans , shiny Gio Goi thin hooded jacket, and his immaculate white Nike Shox trainers …. He knew he looked good at the time .
As the evening wore on and people dissipated, I had consumed about 4 glasses of wine having sat and made small talk with the family and friends whilst really only interested in watching Tom drink and generally act the goat as young lads do …
I got his attention and with another little smile said would you mind taking a look at the light switch in my kitchen please ?, I don’t think I can get the light on when I get in , “Aye no bother” he replied , not realising how close I had moved to him on the cheap little garden furniture we were now sitting on as his parents had now went back inside …
Just have yourself another drink first though I said , handing him another can of lager, whilst gently tracing a finger over the top of his thigh through his Jeans… this first touch felt electric , the smooth fabric and his strong thigh all in one , he barely realised what I had just done as the lager was sinking well into him now …,
You’re going to be mine Chav Boy , I thought to myself ….. |
