A Quiet Night In

A mutual encounter, a first evening together. We had been chatting back and forth for a while. Messages, flirting, interests, pictures. But there’s nothing like actually being there in person.

They wanted a younger guy to explore, to add some spark and spice. I was happy to help. More than happy to help. He did most of the chatting online, she occasionally chimed in. Checking that I was up to her standards. I didn’t mind. I always enjoy the feeling of being desired. That feeling of being someone’s indulgence, a delicacy that rarely get to enjoy but crave so desperately.

A knock on the door and a warm welcome inside. He pours some wine, we sip and chat. It’s relaxed, casual and exploring.

The energy changed when she appeared. Walking down the stairs slowly. Innocently. As if she was just wearing a silky night gown that compliments her curves and left nothing to the imagination.

She took his wine and sat next to me. Opposite us I watch his eyes, alive and hungry. I can’t blame him. She sits close, sipping, staring, laughing. Again it’s relaxed but the air has a touch of tension. Building to an inevitable crescendo.

The conversation turns to wants and desires. They tell me how they have gently explored before. Her flirting at bar. Sexting with younger men while he watches. But this, this was a first. Real, physical, a younger man in their home. Indulging them I explain how much I enjoy exploration, the taboo, older women wanting to try something new, something young.

A hand on my thigh brings me back to the moment. She’s staring at me, she’s wanting me. She leans in close telling me how wet she already is just from the conversations we have already shared. We smile, we laugh we both look back at him knowing he couldn’t hear what was shared between us. Something tells me he enjoyed it more that way.

The glasses empty and fill a couple more times. She edges closer. Her hand wandering high. Him sitting closer to the edge of his seat. Her breath centimetres away from mine. Our eyes catching. Our bodies pulsing with desire. She leant in. Her lips soft and gentle. Unsure but needy. I oblige, pulling her lips closer, reassuring her that this is what she wants. We kiss. We melt into each other. He watches.

A leading hand and sultry smile leads me upstairs, her silky night gown flowing as she walks in front of me every step closer to what they want. Every step closer to an evening of indulgence and pleasure.