by Megan Love
There’s a man that is ten years younger, who I would say was more or less in love with me. He was constantly looking for opportunities to see me. In turn, I was very kind to him, but that's as far as it went; he was too shy to make the first move.
Valentine's Day is a day that my husband thinks is commercial nonsense. He says that Valentine’s Day goes against his “principles”.
So when there was a small package in bright red paper left at my front door with my name on it, I was shocked. Who would have sent that? I went into the bathroom to open it quietly. It contained an unsigned Valentine's card and a small black thong that fit me perfectly. The elastic band on the front had my name in red with 4 hearts in the front and 4 hearts in the back. Also, on the back of the thong in red writing it said, "Be my Valentine".
I hid the package at the bottom of the towel drawer. I found myself smiling because the present intrigued me quite a bit. Who, was my mystery admirer? I made a list of men that I had some interest in or who I thought was interested in me. One by one, I started to cross them off. I was just halfway through I started to think... It must belong to my shy admirer! But then the question arose: how do I find out?
So I decided to call him. I had saved his number from when he had called me by "accident" a few weeks prior. How he got my number, I do not know but I made sure to save his number in my phone.
"I rented a court in the sports hall for tonight at 6 p.m., but my tennis friend has just canceled. I don't know anyone else so quickly. Can you fill in? I asked
"Of course. I would love to," he said.
I put on the black Valentine thong under my red tennis skirt and put on a white t-shirt. The t-shirt was quite light in composition and became quite transparent when it got damp due to sweating. So I put on a tracksuit over it and I was ready to go.
I said to my husband: "I'm going to play tennis in the sports hall tonight with some friends. I'll be home by 8pm.
At the entrance to the sports hall I saw my shy admirer; we went on to discuss the track and started hitting the tennis ball.
I took off my tracksuit slowly in front of him. As we played, I made sure that my skirt revealed the black thong; when I would lean over it became strikingly visible to his eyes. My buttock was within his view as my black thong held firmly in place.
I could tell that my shy admier had become aroused because I won quite easily. He walked over to me to give me a congratulatory kiss. Without even thinking I pulled him close and held him for a moment, just long enough to feel his erection.
I saw that I had been sweating pretty hard so I excused myself to freshen up. When I returned from the restroom I saw him sitting at the bar. I sat down next to him at the bar.
He had a beer and had ordered me a glass of wine. When I sat down on the barstool, my tennis skirt was pushed up. The thong was just barely visible, but my thighs were still very moist. I noticed that he looked down at my thighs and his eyes widen.
I could feel my nipples harden as I watched his boyish eyes scan my body slowly. Very playfully, I asked, "How do my new panties look under my tennis skirt?"
He was speakless.
"I put it on for you because I thought you would find it attractive," I said.
I took his right hand and put it between my moist thighs. Staring into my eyes, he began to breathe slowly. I could feel him tracing his fingers down the thin fabric on my thong.
I dared him to slide his finger inside of me while we sat at the bar. We both ignored the presence of the volunteer that was standing on the other side serving drinks.
"I'm going to change my clothes, just walk with me,"I said. I knew the key to the storage room was on the ledge above the door. I took it and opened the door. I motioned for my shy admirer to come in and locked the door behind him.
"Would you like to see my breasts?" I asked. He nodded without saying a word.
"Well, then take off your shirt first and then help me take off my bra." I instructed him.
"Yes Ma'am!" he replied.
Yes. There he was with a toned young man's chest. I became more and more eager to reward him for his kindness. He managed to remove my top and after some fumbling, also my bra. I pulled his head to my breasts and he enthusiastically began to lick and suck on my nipples. My pussy started to get wet.
I lowered my skirt and there I was in just my black Valentine's thong. I let him lick the fabric then I moved the elastic aside so he could finger and lick my clit.
"Delicious!" He said nibbling on my clit.
I took off his tennis shorts and his briefs. Still very silent. He responded to my instruction. His young man stood straight up. There were some fall training mats in the corner. We began to kiss and soon found ourself in the 69 position. He slowly licked my clit more aggressively as I screamed the hot waves raged inside me.
I was already sucking his dick like a lollipop and jerking him off with my left hand to his finish. He filled my mouth with his cum. That hadn't happened to me for a long time. I swallowed it quietly. I was so horny and his cum tasted good inside my mouth.
He groaned like a wild bear.
"Let’s change positions. You lie on top of me and rub your dick on my clit until it is hard again." I insisted.
Well, that only took a few minutes and his flagstick was up again. I grabbed his boner, slid my thong aside and stuffed his hard dick into my wet pussy. He immediately slid inside to the maximum.
"Fuck me hard!" I moaned.
And he did. Within 10 minutes, I already felt him coming: A few seconds afterwards, I came in no time. I pressed his butt against me as tightly as possible and came madly against him. He kept pounding me harder and deep; he emptied all of his cum into my pussy. I could feel his cum flowing out of my pussy as he continued to pound inside me. His cum dripped into my black Valentine thong and down my thighs. Afterwards, we took a shower and went our separate ways home.
I got home quickly. When I arrived I went into the bedroom and hid the wet thong at the bottom of my panties drawer. I dressed into my bedtime pajamas. My husband walked in shirtless with only his boxers. He rested his head on my breast and slowly pulled out both of my breast as he began sucking and kissing on my nipples.
“You’re nipples are so hard babe. Looks like you are ready for this hard dick.” he said with a smirk. I nodded as he slowly slid inside. "you are already wet!" he said surprised. After ten minutes of hard and deep strokes, I could feel him cum inside of me. “Your pussy feels so good.” he whispered into my ear.
"Did you like your Valentine’s Day gift?" he asked looking passionately into my eyes.
“Yes.” I responded, thinking that he was talking about the sex.
"Well, you didn’t wear the black Valentine thong I bought you to bed tonight.” He said.
“What?” I asked surprised.
I suddenly realized that he had - against his principles – had the black Valentine's gift delivered to me.
He kissed me passionately and began to finger my pussy and tasted my cum on his finger. “Oh babe. You taste so sweet. I want you to sit on my face so that I can eat that sweet pussy” He said.
I sat down with my pussy on his face as he licked me off blissfully and stroked his cock with the other hand.
Within a few moments he was fully erect again; he promptly got on top of me and began to stroke deeply inside of my wet pussy, this time lasting much longer. We both were sweating intensely and were full of passion. I could feel myself release multiple orgasms as he stroked furiously inside my pussy. Moments later, I could feel him injected his cum inside of me. As his penis softened he slipped slowly out of my wetness and rested beside me. He held me close, lifting my head onto his chest. We rested peacefully in each others' arms. We were both drenched with sweat. We could not deny the intensity of that moment. Suddenly, I felt a moment of calmness. With soft caress, he kiss me on my forehead.
He looked at me in amazement. "Damn babe. The sex was so good tonight.”
Happy Valentine’s Day! Thank you for my Valentine's Day present," I answered.
