Parking her car, Eden took her special, secretly garaged van, hidden well away from the house. Stuart knew nothing. Another morning of enthralling gratification lay ahead. Today she decided to try the baseball park once more.
Simply dressed, in blouse and skirt, she watched the lusty eighteen/nineteen-year-olds. Their leaping and cavorting bodies were enough to moisten her. She seated herself on a low wall ensuring that plenty of thigh, and cleavage, were visible. That alone was her special live bait, set to incite any hot-blooded young man. She was very proud that her body could still draw the male eye—especially the young male eye
She hadn't long to wait. A strapping youth, swaggered close, smirking, "I've seen you here before. Want something?"
"You know. Like eighteen-year-old cock?"
Eden smiled and stood up, "Only if it works. Come on."
She led him to where her van was discretely parked in a bush-lined lane. When she opened the rear doors and he saw the mattress spread inside he whistled, "Home comforts."
Within minutes they were naked, with curtains drawn to block possible viewing through the front window. Having him praise her figure and waxed pussy filled her with elation. This was what she loved. His dark cock was delightfully inviting as his fingers poked her wetness, and he sucked madly at her nipples. Fabulous. She bent to take his cock between her lips, hard against her cheeks as she covered it with her tongue.
His hips jerked to take him to the back of her throat. Oh, she could have done a job on him with her ravenous mouth, but the taste of pre-cum warned her that the only real place for it was deep inside her creamy wetness. All she longed for was the solid throbbing thrust and conveyance of his shaft.
So, she pulled her mouth away, grabbed his throbbing, rigid cock and took him to her entry. "Do it hard," she ordered.
"Always," the young man smiled, and his sudden abrupt thrust was forceful enough to bring on her first climax.
Eden was overjoyed at the power of this young man as she felt him grind up into her, bringing her to the very brink once more. She gasped her appreciation in his ear.
"Glad you like it," he grunted, adding extra thrusts, which lifted her to a new plain of ecstasy. "And you're a fair bit older than me, aren't you?"
Here it was, the old inquisition about her age, "You don't think my body is good enough."
"Not that. Christ, I've told you, you've got a terrific body. Super tits. You over thirty?"
Eden had no objections to this probing for her age. It pleased her to hear their surprise. "Higher," she said, meaning his guess, but jerking her hips to indicate a double meaning.
He obliged with his driving up her but gasped, "Forty?"
"Higher."
"What? Forty five?"
"Add four," she snickered.
"Gee, " Was all he could muster and the discovery that she was thirty years older than him seemed to drive him to greater efforts. So deep, more frequent, that Eden knew he was about to cum. She increased her own hip lurches up at him. This was what she adored about these encounters, the moment when hot youthful cum washed through her. And hell, didn't this one cum. She thought he'd never stop.
"Full of it, aren't you?" she gasped, as another orgasm seized her.
"Been a while since I've had anybody as good as you—and boy, you've got much more swag than the chicks around here."
There was silence, as they recovered. Then with her forever ready towel she cleaned between her soaking thighs, before wiping his drooping, dripping cock, resisting the temptation to give him one last suck she said, "Back to your other game,"
When he was dressed and getting out of the van he asked, "When will you be back."
Eden knew she had other prospects for her young man dalliances. There was the swimming pool, always an ideal source; the skateboard slopes, and even in the park where young men lingered. So, to this young man's enquiry she said simply, "Soon."
Dressed, and provisionally satisfied, she drove the van to its special garage. Hopped into her car and drove home.
"Just me, dear!" she called, as she closed the front door.
He called back from upstairs, "Get what you wanted?"
She had told him she was going shopping. "Just about everything" she said, smiling at her reflection in the hall mirror, as she pressed her hand against her loose skirt.
Tomorrow was another day.