Emerging from a morning shower, I heard my cell phone ding. The only one who ever texts me this early was my mom, who seems to think everyone should be awake by 6 a.m. Hardly! Picking up my iphone, I did not recognize the number. I opened the text. "I could really use your help today -- Kyle."
OMG! Part of me wanting to make sure this was not my female partner in crime messing with me. Nope. Not her number. Slightly paranoid, I texted back, "Give me a quick call when you get a chance." Within five minutes -- enough time for me to at least get some jeans on -- the phone rang. It was Kyle.
Here I am, a mid-thirtysomething single chick feeling giddy for some 22-year-old graduate student who has no problem posing nude for extra cash as part of a university drawing class. Just seeing his name at the end of the text reminded me why he even had my interest -- he was super cute, and he was super hung. Oh my! What's wrong with me? LOL. Didn't I want some overly masculine, hairy firefigther type with a big hose? Kyle intrigued me.
"Kyle?" I answered. "Hey," he began. "Melissa right?" I affirmed my name. "I am in a bit of a jam and remembered your offer, so, is it still good?" Is it still good? I thought. Um, yes! "Kyle, what's the issue?" he explained that his car finally died and he needed a ride back home where his dad had a used Lexus waiting. "Where is home?" Turns out he was only 40 minutes from campus but his closest friends were available at the needed time. I made time to help him
We agreed I'd pick him up the next morning at ten.
As prompt as a rush-hour Metra train, I was at his apartment at 9:59. His readiness surprised me. Kyle strolled out in blue jeans, a tight white t-shirt, and work boots. Yes, he looked sexy. "Thanks so much for doing this. I really wasn't sure what i was going to do, but then I saw that sheet of paper you handed me at the drawing class." Not an issue!
Not that I am flattering myself, but at 35, I still maintained a youthful look. My tummy is flat but soft, my boobs small but perky, and my backside small but round, and I highlighted it all for our little trip to daddy's house. I rarely go braless, but decided that day was a good day to drop it. One of my thongs was back in rotation, and I wore my fav pair of jeans. Hair was up, and glasses were on. Thumbs up, ME.
There was a slight charm to Kyle. He wasn't shy but also was not cocky (no pun intended). He laughed, spoke well, and knew how to be silent, and yet his youthful energy was ever-present. Part of me wondered how stiff that big thing got. Bad Melissa. The last guy I was messing around with was in his early 40s and struggled with getting fully hard. The booze was taking its toll.
"So I'm curious, how has the posing thing been going for you, Kyle." He admitted he liked doing it but said staying perfectly still was a challenge. "The extra money really comes in handy." Handy? How tempting a thought. LOL. "So posing nude is no big deal for you (once again, no pun intended)? He admitted he initially had some reservations but justified by saying it was for an drawing class not some porn mag. He reminded me of the years I subscribed to Playgirl; which is sadly out of print. He would have been quite a contribution to a publication that was actually geared toward woman not gay men.
"To be totally honest with you, Kyle, when my friend and I showed up for the first nude male class, we expect some old slightly out of shape middle aged guy who had military tattoos." He laughed. "Well, I guess I am glad you didn't have to draw that." I laughed. He decided to reveal his fear. "I was totally worried about, um, shall we say, getting aroused while I stood there." Say it, Kyle. You mean getting a hard on? Of course, I did not say that to him, but I thought to myself, "and that would have been an issue?"
"I guess that would be rather natural for a young guy," I offered out loud, "but maybe us older ladies weren't an issue for you." He laughed, but in a objecting way. "Um, I just tried to think about a plane crash." Now was the time for me to play along. "So maybe there were a few of us there who could have caused you some concern?" He just smiled. That's when i noticed his eyes drop down lower on me. He had been rather well composed up to that point. He might have realized what just happened and he regained eye contact.
We moved on to some small talk for much of the reminder of the ride. I learned he was a swimmer; actually was on the college team (yes, I thought, how did he wear a speedo?). But that explained the lean, toned, smooth body. His parents were divorced, and he had a girlfriend his senior year of undergrad before she decided to go find herself by serving the poor in Africa. "I'm not sure we would have survived anyways. She was a tad prudish. We had actual sex like three times. (Um Kyle, there might have been physical reasons lol). His dad, it seems, was rather wealthy, and when we pulled up in front of the house, that fact was confirmed. The place was amazing.
I expected to meet pops, but turns out he was out of town on business. He left the used Lexus in the garage and the keys with a note on the kitchen counter. "He's like never home. Part of why he and my mom divorced. Money is his motivator. Don't get me wrong, he's been a good father to me, but I can see why she felt neglected. He would just buy her more jewelry or cars."
Turns out she ended up banging the mechanic at the dealership; total blue collar type guy who had dirt in his nails. They were seen in public rather often and word slowly trickled back to Kyle's dad, who had one of his security friends install another camera in the home; this time in the bedroom, and sure enough within a couple weeks, he had all the evidence he needed to officially divorce. She didn't get much. His lawyers were better than her lawyer. Kinda sad! And yet, part of me wanted to see the video
As Kyle went off to his bedroom, I waited in what was obviously their TV room. Trophies sprinkled the room; evidence of Kyle's swimming prowess since he was a boy. I walked around. The most recent picture was from his senior year at the university. He stood next to two teammates; all of whom had medals around their respective neck. It appeared to be the only recent photo that was of his full body; and yes, the Speedo he wore did little to hide his impressive limp dick. This cute swim lad had a hard-to-ignore BULGE.
He startled me. "See something you like?" Did he just say that? Uh oh! "Maybe I do." And the sexual tension turned up a notch. "Seems like he struggled to stay contained in that little swimsuit," I observed. He shot me a sly knowing smile. "That's why I prefer to wear boxers now." He began to undo his jeans "Is this really happening right now?" I thought to myself. The jeans dropped low enough to reveal his black boxers. "No one is home right? I asked. "Nope!" he responded. "Take those jeans off," I ordered. Time to get this young stud rock hard.
TO BE CONTINUED ...
OMG! Part of me wanting to make sure this was not my female partner in crime messing with me. Nope. Not her number. Slightly paranoid, I texted back, "Give me a quick call when you get a chance." Within five minutes -- enough time for me to at least get some jeans on -- the phone rang. It was Kyle.
Here I am, a mid-thirtysomething single chick feeling giddy for some 22-year-old graduate student who has no problem posing nude for extra cash as part of a university drawing class. Just seeing his name at the end of the text reminded me why he even had my interest -- he was super cute, and he was super hung. Oh my! What's wrong with me? LOL. Didn't I want some overly masculine, hairy firefigther type with a big hose? Kyle intrigued me.
"Kyle?" I answered. "Hey," he began. "Melissa right?" I affirmed my name. "I am in a bit of a jam and remembered your offer, so, is it still good?" Is it still good? I thought. Um, yes! "Kyle, what's the issue?" he explained that his car finally died and he needed a ride back home where his dad had a used Lexus waiting. "Where is home?" Turns out he was only 40 minutes from campus but his closest friends were available at the needed time. I made time to help him
We agreed I'd pick him up the next morning at ten.As prompt as a rush-hour Metra train, I was at his apartment at 9:59. His readiness surprised me. Kyle strolled out in blue jeans, a tight white t-shirt, and work boots. Yes, he looked sexy. "Thanks so much for doing this. I really wasn't sure what i was going to do, but then I saw that sheet of paper you handed me at the drawing class." Not an issue!
Not that I am flattering myself, but at 35, I still maintained a youthful look. My tummy is flat but soft, my boobs small but perky, and my backside small but round, and I highlighted it all for our little trip to daddy's house. I rarely go braless, but decided that day was a good day to drop it. One of my thongs was back in rotation, and I wore my fav pair of jeans. Hair was up, and glasses were on. Thumbs up, ME.
There was a slight charm to Kyle. He wasn't shy but also was not cocky (no pun intended). He laughed, spoke well, and knew how to be silent, and yet his youthful energy was ever-present. Part of me wondered how stiff that big thing got. Bad Melissa. The last guy I was messing around with was in his early 40s and struggled with getting fully hard. The booze was taking its toll.
"So I'm curious, how has the posing thing been going for you, Kyle." He admitted he liked doing it but said staying perfectly still was a challenge. "The extra money really comes in handy." Handy? How tempting a thought. LOL. "So posing nude is no big deal for you (once again, no pun intended)? He admitted he initially had some reservations but justified by saying it was for an drawing class not some porn mag. He reminded me of the years I subscribed to Playgirl; which is sadly out of print. He would have been quite a contribution to a publication that was actually geared toward woman not gay men.
"To be totally honest with you, Kyle, when my friend and I showed up for the first nude male class, we expect some old slightly out of shape middle aged guy who had military tattoos." He laughed. "Well, I guess I am glad you didn't have to draw that." I laughed. He decided to reveal his fear. "I was totally worried about, um, shall we say, getting aroused while I stood there." Say it, Kyle. You mean getting a hard on? Of course, I did not say that to him, but I thought to myself, "and that would have been an issue?"
"I guess that would be rather natural for a young guy," I offered out loud, "but maybe us older ladies weren't an issue for you." He laughed, but in a objecting way. "Um, I just tried to think about a plane crash." Now was the time for me to play along. "So maybe there were a few of us there who could have caused you some concern?" He just smiled. That's when i noticed his eyes drop down lower on me. He had been rather well composed up to that point. He might have realized what just happened and he regained eye contact.
We moved on to some small talk for much of the reminder of the ride. I learned he was a swimmer; actually was on the college team (yes, I thought, how did he wear a speedo?). But that explained the lean, toned, smooth body. His parents were divorced, and he had a girlfriend his senior year of undergrad before she decided to go find herself by serving the poor in Africa. "I'm not sure we would have survived anyways. She was a tad prudish. We had actual sex like three times. (Um Kyle, there might have been physical reasons lol). His dad, it seems, was rather wealthy, and when we pulled up in front of the house, that fact was confirmed. The place was amazing.
I expected to meet pops, but turns out he was out of town on business. He left the used Lexus in the garage and the keys with a note on the kitchen counter. "He's like never home. Part of why he and my mom divorced. Money is his motivator. Don't get me wrong, he's been a good father to me, but I can see why she felt neglected. He would just buy her more jewelry or cars."
Turns out she ended up banging the mechanic at the dealership; total blue collar type guy who had dirt in his nails. They were seen in public rather often and word slowly trickled back to Kyle's dad, who had one of his security friends install another camera in the home; this time in the bedroom, and sure enough within a couple weeks, he had all the evidence he needed to officially divorce. She didn't get much. His lawyers were better than her lawyer. Kinda sad! And yet, part of me wanted to see the video
As Kyle went off to his bedroom, I waited in what was obviously their TV room. Trophies sprinkled the room; evidence of Kyle's swimming prowess since he was a boy. I walked around. The most recent picture was from his senior year at the university. He stood next to two teammates; all of whom had medals around their respective neck. It appeared to be the only recent photo that was of his full body; and yes, the Speedo he wore did little to hide his impressive limp dick. This cute swim lad had a hard-to-ignore BULGE.
He startled me. "See something you like?" Did he just say that? Uh oh! "Maybe I do." And the sexual tension turned up a notch. "Seems like he struggled to stay contained in that little swimsuit," I observed. He shot me a sly knowing smile. "That's why I prefer to wear boxers now." He began to undo his jeans "Is this really happening right now?" I thought to myself. The jeans dropped low enough to reveal his black boxers. "No one is home right? I asked. "Nope!" he responded. "Take those jeans off," I ordered. Time to get this young stud rock hard.
TO BE CONTINUED ...
