About a year and a half ago my husband of 5 years left me for a girl in her early 20s, telling me that since I can't bear children and he wanted children it wouldn't work between us. It was never an issue before, but now that he had a younger girlfriend, it was. Needless to say, I was a little pissed, especially as it seemed to come out of no where, so immediately after the divorce was final I moved out of state. I moved into a 5 story apartment building, of which my apartment was on the 4th floor. I'm not an unattractive women. I'm short (about 5'5") and keep in shape but I have hips and still perky 32D boobs and I guess I look closer to my late 20s than late 30s, from what I've been told, but I don't see it. After everything with my ex I didn't date or sleep with anyone because I was so angry with guys in general (I know it wasn't anyone else's fault, but it was my mindset at the time) and I considered just giving guys up for women, even buying strap-ons and vibrators and the like, but just never got with a woman. For those first few months I just masturbated. A LOT! 2 or 3 times a day.

Anyways, moving on, we had a laundry area in the basement and one day I was down there when I met a young guy about 18. It was summer and he had just graduated high school and was getting ready to leave for college at the end of the summer and we just started casually talking. When I asked how old he was he answered by telling me he would be 199 in a couple of months. Talking was nice and he was cute in a geeky way and I found out he lived on the 2nd floor with his parents. I didn't see him after that day for about 2 weeks when one day I ran into him by the entrance getting his mail. He asked how I was and I told him tired but that I had to get some laundry done. Sure enough, about 20 minutes later when I was in the laundry room loading up the washer, he walked in with a partially-filled basket of clothes and started doing his laundry. I smiled to myself, knowing that this guy was crushing on me. We chatted a bit and I admit I flirted with him lightly, saying he was a cutie and I bet all the girls were trying to get with him, but he laughed awkwardly and said he was single. I told him I was, too, and that after my divorce I had I was hungry and wanted to eat so I told him I had some stuff to do upstairs but I'd probably see him later. I didn't see him when I switched the clothes to the dryer but I did when I was taking them out and folding them. I was feeling playful and purposefully saved my underwear to fold last and I noticed he kept trying not to look at them. After I was done, I "dropped" a pair of my red tanga panties and started to leave and sure enough he grabbed them for me and handed them to me. I looked up into his eyes (he was tall -- easily 6' or 6'1 -- and really skinny) as I took them from him and smiled and said thank-you but let the look linger just a second or two longer than was necessary before I set them in my basket and left, telling him that perhaps I'd see him the following Sunday.

I didn't see him at all that week, even in passing, but Sunday afternoon I put on a pair of yoga pants with no panties and a tight tank top over a sports bra. Kind of what you see a lot of women wear to the gym, though I usually just wear sweatpants and a t-shirt as I'm not trying to look good while working out and getting sweaty. Anyway, I loaded up most of my clothes but waited to see if he came down, and when I heard the elevator ding and the doors open down the hall, I continued loading the washer, but making sure my ass was toward the door. I knew he was there long before I "noticed" him, and when I did I acted like he scared me. Look, I'm not going to lie and you can tell where this was going, but I was horny and I knew he liked me, and I felt he was attractive, but young, and that made me think about my ex leaving me for a younger girl and I figured, why not?? So when he started to load up the washer next to mine, I playfully slapped his arm with the bra that was in my hand and called him a bully. We talked while loading up our clothes and since I was already mostly done before he started I leaned against the washer. After he started the wash I asked him if he wanted to come up to my apartment instead of waiting down here and he eagerly did.

We sat at the table and had some coffee and I thought it was adorable how socially awkward he was. I could tell he didn't now exactly how to react to the situation, and we started talking about girls, and boys, and dating and sex and all that, and then I really flustered him by telling him I hadn't had sex in probably six months, since before my husband left me. He told me he was surprised, that he figured guys would be lined up around the block if they knew i was available. I told him that was sweet and then asked if he would be one of those guys. He said I wouldn't be interested in him and when I asked him why he told me he was a virgin. I wasn't shocked, but I acted it for his benefit. I asked him if he was waiting for marriage or the right person or something and he laughed and said nothing like that, just waiting for someone he thought was attractive who was willing. I think he felt he was more subtle than he was, but I played along and as I stood up to take the now empty coffee cups to the sink I laughingly mentioned that he probably thinks I'm too old to be attractive. He told me he was actually shocked I was 39 because I looked much younger and he thought I was incredibly beautiful. I walked over to him and positioned his right leg so it was between mine and said "Yeah??" He kind of stuttered a "yeah" out and I saw his eyes stare towards my pants, which I knew from the feel were kind of camel toeing. "Maybe we could work something out??" I asked him and he asked "Like what??" I put his other leg between mine so I was straddling him and sat on his lap facing him. I told him "I don't know. I'm not normally like this but something about you..." Which was true. I was never this forward, if anything I'm more shy and reserved, but I was getting so turned on by acting like this with him. "If we play can you keep it between us??" He asked why and I responded "It might be hot, but I also don't want it getting around the building, you know??" With this I flicked my tongue against his upper lip and then leaned in close like we were going to kiss, pushing my pussy against the hard bulge I felt in his pants. I gave him a quick kiss, and he had my hips and pulled me tight against him, but I broke away and went "We should breathe for a second and go put our clothes in the dryer, then come back and see about resuming this." He agreed.

I probably could have had him toss mine into the dryer for me, but I wanted to make sure he didn't tug one out before coming back. I don't know why, I just did. In the elevator I stood close to him and we didn't talk much and we hurried up and switched the clothes over, and then on the way back up, I grabbed his hand and put it on my ass. He commented that my ass felt great and I said "Feels better under the pants." He took the hint and slid his hand down the back of my pants, grabbing my right ass cheek. I told him he must feel like he was ready to burst through his pants and he just chuckled and said yeah.

Back in my apartment, as soon as I locked the door I spun around and pulled my shirt and sports bra off. He just stared all slack-jawed and went "Wow." I asked him "Do you like, baby??" and he nodded and went "Oh yeah." I lead him to the bedroom, pulling the top of my yoga pants down just so he could start to see the crack of my ass before spinning around, teasingly, and going "Not yet." We kissed a bit in my room and I pulled his shirt off and stripped him down to his boxer-briefs and yeah, he was so very hard. I could see the wet spot of his precum forming from the outline of his cock, and I have to say through the fabric it looked nice and long, but only about average thickness, which isn't a complaint, just a description. I had an idea.

I asked him if he really wanted this, for me to be his first and said just went "Oh fuck yes." I giggled and told him I needed to make sure he kept this between us. He assured me he would, but I told him I needed something more than that. He asked me what I wanted him to do. I smiled, had him sit on the bed, went to my closet, and pulled out the strap-on. His eyes got really wide and he quickly was like "Uh... I don't know." I tossed it on the bed and stood between his legs, my boobs in his face. "Please, baby. Only I will know and afterwards you can do anything to me you want. Anything at all." And I meant it. He went "I don't know." I took his hand and put it on my boob. You could see the struggle on his face. "It just seems kind of, I don't know, gay??" I put his hand inside the front of my pants. "Does this feel gay, baby??" I asked. I was so wet the front of my pants were starting to soak and feeling someone else's hand on my pussy felt really good. "But why that??" I told him I needed this, because of how things went with my ex, and because I know he wouldn't tell anyone that. I could literally feel his resolve break down and he asked what exactly I needed to do. I kissed his neck, flicked his earlobe with my tongue, and whispered in his ear "Let me have my fun for a little bit, and then my body is 100% yours to do as you please." I accentuated it with kisses to his neck between words. He said he wasn't sure he'd be able to "properly enjoy it". I told him I expected him to "enjoy it quite a few times". Finally he agreed.

I pulled my pants off and stood naked before him. He marveled at me and I stood him up and pulled off his boxer-briefs. Now the way my bed is set up is it sits in front of the window (with the blinds closed, mind you), but there's a little ledge that is just big enough to sit on, or lean on, or, in my case, put stuff on like candles and pictures and the like. Below the ledge is my headboard, which has a mirror. We got up on the bed and made our way towards the front of it and I made a show of sucking on the strap-on, which, by the way his cock was starting to throb, was driving him wild. I put it on and turned him around so he was leaning on the ledge while on his knees. I made sure the strap-on was lubed up as best I could with my spit and put the tip against his asshole. I asked "Are you ready, baby" and he just said "Let's get this over with." I told him I'd be gentle and I slowly pushed in. He held his breath and tightened up and I told him to relax. "Speaking through experience??" he asked and I told him no. After a few minutes I had most of it in his ass. I reached around and lightly ran my fingers along his shaft and I could see in the mirror he was quite erect. It really was a nice straight cock.

Slowly I started fucking him and he grunted in pain, burying his face in his arms, but not stopping me. I kind of pulled his ass towards me some so he was leaning more towards the ledge rather than just kneeling in front of it. I slowly started to speed up. I kept calling him "baby" and telling him how hot I was for him and it was only a few minutes before I heard him say "Oh my god". He reached for his cock, but I caught his arm and had him put it back on the ledge and said "just let it happen, baby". He said "oh god" a couple more times before he started moaning in a sound I knew meant he was starting to cum and I kept the rhythm fast. His body jerked and he cried out and shot a massive load agains the mirror in the headboard and all over my pillows. As soon as I knew he was done I slowly pulled it out and as soon as it was out he dropped to a half sit/half lean against the headboard and I quickly took the strap-on off and tossed it on the floor and leaned on my hands and knees in front of him. I put my hand on his cheek and said "Are you okay, baby??" and then assured him "That was wonderful, baby. Just what I needed. And now I'm all yours." He looked out of sorts. I saw the massive gob of cum dripping from his cock and leaned my head down to take it in my mouth. His whole body tightened as I sucked it out of him and his hand tightened on the back of my head. After a few seconds he pulled me off him and pushed me away, onto my back. I looked at him through my spread legs, expecting him to climb on top of me but he didn't. He apologized, telling me he felt weird, and I cuddled up next to him and said "It's okay. Perhaps we get dressed, go get our laundry, and then come back here and I keep my end of the deal??" He said "Anything at all, huh?? Anything I tell you to do??" I smiled, running my hand over his spent cock. "I'll be your little slut," I told him. He wiped a big gob of cum off the mirror and smeared it across my face. I licked his fingers after he did so. It felt so thrilling to be this total opposite person than I am, to completely give in like this. He said "Don't wipe that off and lay on your pillows until I get back. I'll get the laundry." He quickly dressed and left. I did as he said and about 15 minutes later he returned with both our baskets stacked on top of each other.

He was back out of his clothes and in bed before I could say "Hey, baby". He was already rock hard again and told me I had the sexiest body he's ever seen, better than porn. I asked him how he wanted me first and he told me he wanted me to suck him but he didn't know if he could recover a third time so I told him to give me his phone. He did so, with a perplexed look, and I put my number in his phone and told him "Now we have time for everything." He grabbed a clean pair of my panties and wiped the cum off my face with it and tossed them aside and we sat on the bed facing each other, our legs crossed over each other. I stroked his cock and he played with my boobs and pussy alternately. He said he thought it'd be best to lose his virginity and then get into all the other stuff, and I scooted up, raising my hips so I could lower myself onto his straight cock. He stopped me mid-lift and said "shouldn't we have condoms??" I said "if that's what you want, baby. I have some in my dresser." He asked if I wanted them and I told him "I said you could do anything you wanted, baby. If you want them I'll get them, if not, then I won't." He asked if I was worried about getting pregnant and I told him I couldn't. He said okay and I put him in me and rode him off. It felt so good having a man in me again! It lasted about 10 minutes, give or take, and it felt really good when he erupted inside me. The boy was quite the cummer! I pretty much drained out over my comforter as I orally cleaned him up. We played a little bit more but nothing else really happened that day.

The next day after I got home from work he got me back by taking my anal virginity. I lubed him up orally and he... took me. It was a little rough, and hurt a little, but it also felt good in a way. Anyway, I knew how he felt the day before. We kept this up all summer until he left for college and we mutually agreed to just end it, deciding that maybe on breaks when he came home we might pick it up again if we both wanted. By the end of summer, I was less the horny slut and more like myself, but I thoroughly enjoyed giving myself to him totally and I can't wait until I can do that again, but in a more serious relationship