It was wrong on so many levels, but in the end, she had to have him. If only for a few hours, she had to have him and satisfy her mature lust for the hunky young tradesman.
Yvonne was fifty years old, married to John for twenty-five of those years. One summer, the couple hired a builder to lay patio slabs, erect a brick barbecue and tidy up an old garden wall.
Yvonne was surprised her husband hired Paul. He was gorgeous, tall and rugged with blonde hair and blue eyes. Not too muscular or ripped, just beautifully masculine and handsome.
Despite developing hot saucy thoughts and feelings for the strong twenty-four-year-old working in the sun, the mature housewife dressed and acted appropriately. Things then changed the day she returned home from shopping and overheard Paul talking on his phone to a friend.
“Yeah, she’s hot. I’d do her. I’ve never done a mature MILF before,” Paul chuckled childishly.
Is he talking about me? Yvonne wondered, quietly listening intently.
“She’s a redhead with big tits and a nice arse, and she smokes those sexy slim cigarettes.” Paul laughed. “Yeah, yeah,” he nodded. “I can’t help it. Hot female smokers do it for me.” Paul laughed once more. “Anyway, I gotta get back to work before she comes home. I’ll see you down the pub at eight. Yeah, ok. Bye.”
Yvonne stood wide-eyed, processing what she just heard. She knew how crude men could be discussing women, although the openness of their language had changed over the decades due to political correctness.
She was shocked and aroused such a fine young man found her sexually attractive, even if his words weren’t charming. Yvonne remained still, watching Paul getting on with laying patio slabs in her back garden. He looked so hot in just a pair of shorts. His topless body was tanned and sweaty.
Meanwhile, her mature curvaceous body became aroused. With her husband at work, she decided to have some fun with the young builder.
Yvonne announced she was home and finished putting the shopping away before going to her bedroom to change. She kept her eyes on the topless hunk below while she took off her clothes and slipped on a blue floral plunge bikini.
She then checked herself over in the mirror, feeling very naughty and excited. Yvonne was 5’7″ with long auburn hair and generous curves. It didn’t matter that they weren’t as firm as they once were. She now knew Paul would “do her” if she let him.
“I’m just grabbing an hour in the sun, Paul. Please let me know if I’m in your way.” Yvonne laid a towel down on the grass, away from the work area.
“Go go it, there’s plenty of room,” he replied, inheriting Yvonne’s earlier shock. His eyes bulged at the mature, bikini-clad body now occupying his vision.
Yvonne pretended not to notice as she sat down up on the towel. Paul stood staring, mesmerised. “Alright for some, hey!” he chuckled.
“Grab it while you can,” she replied, rubbing sun lotion into her arms and legs. But as she did, Yvonne realised the way the words sounded to a dirty mind. Paul was chuckling as she rubbed sun lotion into her chest then lied down to sunbathe.
After fifteen minutes of being flat on her back, legs slightly parted, in case Paul was looking, she rolled over to sun her rear. He was looking. He couldn’t stop himself. She caught him when she rolled over, leaving her to wonder if he was an arse or tits man.
Another fifteen minutes later, Yvonne’s skin felt very hot in the sun and her mature sex was juicier than it had been in years. She needed a drink and to cool down. She sat up and saw Paul was not presently admiring her, he was admiring his work.
“It looks amazing,” she said, getting to her feet.
Yes they do, he thought, watching her large breasts almost fall out of the bikini. Almost. “Thanks. I just hope your husband agrees with you.” Paul said, inspecting the completed patio area.
“It’s not up to him,” Yvonne laughed. “I’m going inside for a drink. Would you like one?”
Paul stood for a moment, still topless, hot and sweaty. He wiped his brow, thinking about her offer while his eyes fixed on her mature, bikini-clad body. Yvonne quivered under his intense gaze. It unequivocally confirmed he liked what he saw, causing her labia to twitch inside the floral blue bottoms.
“Aye, go on then. What are you offering?” he grinned. Yvonne felt the weight of his eyes resting on the fullness of her breasts.
“I think you’ve earned a cold beer. What do you reckon?”
“Just the one. I have to drive home in a few hours.”
“Of course.”
Paul followed her soft, wobbly buttocks inside the house. He wouldn’t just do her, he wanted to do her, but he couldn’t risk or afford a customer making a sexual harassment claim against him, so he kept his thoughts to himself.
Yvonne handed him a cold beer from the fridge then poured herself a chilled glass of wine. As Paul stood leaning against the kitchen worktop, enjoying being out of the sun, she sat down at the kitchen table and lit an all-white, Superslim escort bursa Capri.
The young builder felt the contents of his pants begin to wake up and stir. Yvonne detected something had changed in him and sucked deep on the filter, drawing smooth, rich smoke from her cigarette before she exhaled through pursed lips.
As the pair talked candidly, Yvonne languidly smoked in a bikini with her big nipples gradually protruding through the fabric. Her libido was bubbling like she was eighteen again, while Paul leaned sideways to hide his throbbing erection. The sexual attraction was undoubtedly there for both to see, but neither acted upon it.
After his refreshing beer, Paul returned to the garden to begin building the brick barbecue. Yvonne watched him from the kitchen window, holding her second glass of wine. If I don’t have him, I’ll regret for the rest of my days, she thought.
The wine was kicking in by the time she finished the second glass. With her mind now that of a reckless, horny cougar, she returned to her towel in the garden with her Capri cigarettes.
Paul wondered how he was ever going to finish the task if she intended to sunbathe and smoke in a bikini. His few years on the job told him the married woman’s behaviour may not be innocent, but he knew he couldn’t afford to think about that.
Well, maybe this will get his blood pumping. Yvonne sat down on the towel and reached behind her back. Paul wasn’t looking. He had his back to her, collecting bricks from the pile. With her heart pounding, she waited for him to turn around. As soon as his body twisted, Yvonne breathed in and pulled on the strings, untying her bikini top.
Paul fully turned towards the barbecue area and froze with a brick in each hand. His eyes fixed on the busty redhead, removing her bikini top. He openly stared at her chest as she pulled it away from her body and let her large breasts sag free.
Her sex was on fire and her nipples were aching hard. She knew he was looking at her, but yet again she pretended she didn’t and picked up her cigarettes. Yvonne softly placed another Superslim Capri in her mouth and lit it, sucking a thick ball of smoke into her lungs.
Fuck! She’s killing me! Paul thought, almost tripping over his feet as he walked towards the barbecue area. Back and forth, he collected the bricks he needed while Yvonne smoked topless, a few metres away.
His cock was straining inside his tight boxers. He thought he was stealing discreet glances at the big sagging tits on display, but Yvonne knew he was always watching her. For a woman of fifty, they didn’t sag as much as one would expect. Her areloes were large and dark, along with her nipples.
Once Yvonne had smoked the cigarette, she took things to a whole new level. “Paul, sorry to bother you, but do you mind rubbing sun lotion into my back, please?”
Jeez! He straightened his up and wiped his brow. “Sure, I can do that for you, Yvonne. I’ll just need to wash my hands first.”
“It’s ok,” she smirked mischievously. “They don’t look that dirty.”
“Ok,” he chuckled. This woman definitely wants my cock, I can tell.
Paul sauntered over in the heat, letting her know he was getting a get look at her tits. “You’re in great shape, Yvonne,” he smiled, then knelt behind her.
“Thanks, Paul,” she giggled like a schoolgirl. Her nipples and clit tingled while her vulva flowed warm juice into her bikini bottoms. “You’re not in bad shape yourself.”
He grinned, squirting sun lotion into his palm while Yvonne lit another cigarette. She wanted him, and by hook or crook, she was going to have him.
Paul waited until she was drawing a sultry drag from her cigarette before he placed his dirty, slippery hands on her body. When she felt his rough touch on her shoulders, she inhaled a thick ball of smoke with a sharp breath.
The situation very quickly went from topping up her sun lotion to a deep massage. Yvonne was creaming her bikini bottoms while she continued to smoke, turning her young builder on with her sexy inhales and long exhales.
Paul’s cock was aching to be freed. “What time is John home?” he asked curiously, squirting a fresh dollop of sun lotion into his hand.
“Around six o’clock,” she quivered at the question, flicking ash from her cigarette. “Why do you ask? You’re usually long gone by the time my husband arrives home.”
“Just curious,” Paul smirked, sliding his hands to the sides of her body, daringly close to her breasts. “I wouldn’t want him to come home and misread the innocent situation.” Paul risked it all. He picked up Yvonne’s heavy mounds and gently massaged them together.
“Ohhhh…” she gasped, draining the last two drags in one hit. She sharply inhaled and held the smoke in whilst falling back into his body.
“What about your neighbours, Yvonne, what time do they usually come home from work?” Paul skilfully managed to manoeuvre himself, so he was sitting behind her with his groin pressed against her arse and lower back.
She bursa otele gelen escort gasped again and stubbed the cigarette out. “They’re away on holiday,” she quivered, sitting topless between her builder’s legs. “Why do you want to know that?” Yvonne feared and lusted with anticipation for his answer.
Gently playing with her big, soft tits, he leaned her back a little further and slipped one of his hands down her slightly flabby tummy. The mature married woman watched his young hand, felt it, slip into her bikini bottoms.
“Because I don’t want them to know what a naughty girl you are.”
“Ohhhhh… Paul… ohhhhh…” Yvonne melted between his legs while his strong fingers stroked her aching sex. He could feel her thick bush as he rubbed. Mmm, something different, he thought.
“Close your eyes and relax. I got this,” he smirked, rubbing her left nipple and clit in tune with each other.
“Ohhh… you most certainly do… ohhh.” Yvonne completely relaxed into him and spread her legs.
Paul looked around the garden, grinning, while he pleasured an older woman for the first time in his life. Another man’s wife. He then kissed Yvonne’s neck. She turned her head to face him and opened her mouth.
The young builder leaned down and slipped his tongue inside. As the pair kissed softly, he slipped two fingers into her drenched pussy and slowly fucked her in a hook like grip.
Yvonne couldn’t remember the last time she felt so horny. She moaned into his mouth and gyrated her hips on the towel for a few minutes, desperate to have his fingers go deeper inside her hole.
“Oh… Paul… don’t stop… I’m coming…” Yvonne trembled on the towel as he held her tight and rubbed her throbbing clit, not stopping until she gushed all over his fingers.
“Mmm, that’s so hot. I’ve never felt a pussy get this wet before,” he said proudly.
“And I haven’t come like that in years,” she purred, sitting up. “Now it’s your turn.”
Paul chuckled as Yvonne came out of her erotic lazy dream and turned into a hungry tiger. She flipped over onto her knees and pushed him flat on his back. As she unbuckled his shorts and tugged them down, her tits sagged and rested on his legs.
“Oh, fuck!” he gasped.
She already knew he was hung from the size of his bulge. But when it sprang free, rock hard and throbbing with the tip glistening, she still gasped when she gripped it.
“Wow! Impressive!” she grinned excitedly, licking her lips before she licked the bulbous head. “I forgot how good a hard cock tastes.”
“Suck me while you smoke, Yvonne. You look so God damn sexy when you smoke,” Paul breathed.
“Pass me one,” she giggled, afraid to let go of his cock in case it disappeared.
“Oh, you sexy thing…” he sighed, excitedly slipping a white filter into her mouth.
“Light me up, big boy,” she grinned while the long, all-white, Superslim cigarette danced between her lips.
“My pleasure,” he sighed, lighting the end while she stroked his shaft and took a drag.
“I haven’t given a smokey blowjob since my early twenties,” she confessed, exhaling thick smoke across the leaking gland and up his body.
“Ohhhhhh… that’s amazing. I’ve had a few smokey blowjobs, but something tells me yours is going to beat them all.”
Yvonne tingled all over at his compliment as she took a second, longer drag and swallowed the smoke. She then swirled her smokey tongue around the head and exhaled.
“Uhhh!” Paul grunted, keeping his head raised off the ground to watch her smoke his thick length and her slim cigarette.
Yvonne watched him back while she teased him to the brink of shooting his load in the air. She didn’t want that, so she had him cushion his cock between her tits.
“Ohhh, yes!” Paul exclaimed, submerging his thick cock in her cleavage. He began to move her flesh up and down while thrusting his hips off the towel, fucking her big tits until she finished exhaling smoke into his face.
“That was amazing, Yvonne. Now it’s your turn again,” he said in a smokey haze.
Paul sat up and gave her a sloppy kiss, tasting the Capri cigarette on her tongue and breath. The pair then gently rolled over, until Yvonne was flat on her back once more. The momentum flowed as Paul kissed down to her breasts and nipples.
She gasped and arched her back, encouraging the young builder to remove her bikini bottoms. She wanted to be naked in her back garden. He slipped them from her backside, slowly pulling them down her legs while he sucked her tits. Her thick auburn bush flowered into the open.
“Mmm…” Paul groaned, his first real life experience of a full-on hairy pussy. “I can’t wait to get my tongue in there.”
Yvonne laughed, slightly embarrassed but also extremely aroused. Paul discarded her bottoms and kissed his way back up her legs, spreading her thighs as he went. She writhed on the towel, naked and free, full of toe-curling anticipation.
Paul bursa merkez escort positioned his face inches from her hairy, dripping mound and inhaled through his nostrils. “Mmm, you smell amazing, Yvonne,” he groaned, spreading her auburn curls to taste her sticky folds. “Fuck, you taste good!”
“Ohhh… stop talking and just eat me,” she breathed, rubbing the back of his head with her hand.
He began by gently licking her mature lips and clit. Her labia weren’t as tightly closed as the young women he was used to going down on, but boy was her hairy cunt amazing, he thought. Juices were running out of her, wetting her auburn pubes and his face.
Yvonne couldn’t believe what was happening. Naked in her back garden in the middle of the day. A young, handsome builder lapping at her pussy while the sun beat down on them. It was the stuff of fantasies, she thought, holding his head and grinding her hairy sex against his face until she gushed again.
She moaned loudly and freely when she climaxed. An energetic tongue pleasured her clit while two rigid fingers smashed like small pistons in and out of her sloppy hole. Two orgasms and she was already on cloud nine from just foreplay. But Yvonne was hungry for more.
“Fuck me, Paul. I need you to fuck me right here inside my garden,” she breathed heavily.
“And I need to fuck you too,” he said, finally coming up for air. “You’re absolutely amazing, Yvonne.”
She smiled at his kind words, stroking his handsome face as he looked up from between her legs. “So are you. Now show me how amazing your cock is.”
Paul stood up to remove his shorts. Yvonne watched him, crooning at his hot, sexy nakedness. He stroked his throbbing shaft a few times then got down between her thighs and positioned his swollen gland to enter her.
The pair groaned as it spread her lips and eased inside. Neither could believe what they were experiencing. Both were consumed by the other. Paul pushed everything he had inside her, filling the wettest, oldest cunt his young cock had ever known.
Yvonne gasped and whimpered. She never felt so stretched before. The virile cock was much bigger and harder than her husbands. She wrapped her arms around Paul’s shoulders and pulled his firm body down on top of hers.
He groaned into her neck. His chest was squashed against her tits and his cock was balls deep inside her squelching cunt. Yvonne spread her legs and begged him to fuck her slow and deep. As soon as she said it, Paul felt her internal walls squeeze around his shaft, and he began sliding in and out.
“Ohhhh! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cried out, hooked on the sensations of being made love to by a young man with a big cock.
“Harder! Go harder! Make me come. Ohhhhh… your so hard and big, Paul.”
The builder grunted as he began to pump Yvonne with long, hard strokes. Her pussy was so wet it squelched and sucked noisily while she emitted deep sexual groans. Paul lifted himself a little and grabbed one of her tits. He squeezed it hard and fucked her harder until she came violently around his cock.
“Bend over, Yvonne. I need to fuck you from behind,” he instructed her.
“You will, but first I need to ride that thing while I enjoy a cigarette. Lie back down,” she instructed him, taking control.
Paul gladly obliged and lied himself down on the towel while Yvonne slipped a much-needed cigarette between her lips and straddled her builder. She then slipped his much-needed cock between her other lips and impaled herself on every inch.
“Uhhhhhhh! They groaned in unison.
Paul bounced her tits softly while she lit the cigarette. Yvonne pulled a long drag then leaned back as she inhaled the thick ball of smoke into her lungs and began moving her hips.
The young builder simply lied flat and looked up at the mature beauty, exhaling a long stream of smoke at the sun while she rode his cock. He simply rested his hands on her waist and let her do as she pleased.
Yvonne revelled in his appreciation for her body. It had been some years since she was at the peak of her feminine powers. Smoking for Paul while she enjoyed his cock brought those powers rushing back.
She took another long drag as she continued to move her hips slowly up and down, back and forth, with control and purpose. Inhaling another round of delicious smoke, she placed one hand on his abdomen and leaned forward.
Her breasts brushed his chest as she exhaled a thick cloud in his face. Paul groaned, breathing in her secondhand smoke. Her inner muscles were gripping him tightly, building a creamy load inside his balls, ready to blast her cunt and womb.
Yvonne was still a fertile woman, nearing the end of her child birthing capabilities. With three children to her name already, all older than the man she was fucking, the thought of getting knocked up excited her in the throes of passion.
She took the last drag from her cigarette and flicked the butt onto the grass, then French kissed Paul while the smoke drifted from their mouths. He groaned deeply, sharing the last drag with her before he grabbed and rolled her over.
“Get on all fours!” he said aggressively.
Yvonne giggled at his carnal need to fuck her like a dog. She rolled over again, onto her hands and knees. Her husband rarely fucked her doggy-style. She couldn’t wait to have her builder do it to her.