Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

My name is Betty and at the ripe old age of fifty, my husband Jim and I decided to sell our big four bedroom house and move into a condo so we wouldn’t have to worry about it when we went away on trips.

Our three kids had moved away to college and my husband was semi retired, but still did some consulting work in the software industry.

Many of his trips I would tag along and we’d make a mini vacation out of it, but lately, I’ve decided during the nicer weather to stay at home and enjoy putting around in the rooftop garden and laying by the rooftop pool of our condo.

I’ve been a stickler for fitness my whole life and I either play tennis or jog nearly every day. It’s great for keeping my thighs, calves and butt toned and tight. I’m nearly 5’9″, 140#, brown hair (with auburn highlights) and brown eyes.

Many of the guys in the fitness room of our condo remark at how young I look and are surprised when I tell them I’m fifty! When the weather is lousy, I’ll spend two or three hours in the workout room getting lots of personal attention from the trainer, Glen, who’s a handsome twenty- something with olive complexion and a fantastic set of pecs and abs.

I noticed one of my neighbors, Jacob, who is about my age, working out in the fitness room with a younger guy. It happened to the two of them when Jacob introduced me to his son Doug who was staying with him for the summer until he started his freshman year at college.

I should mention that the condo we live in is a fifteen story building that consists of two towers. I met Jacob one day at the pool after realizing that his living room window was directly across from mine in the other tower. We would often notice each other and waive politely.

My husband Jim was on a six day trip to the Pacific Rim and the weather was supposed to be very clear and warm, so I started my routine of jogging early in the morning.

When I was returning from my jog, young Doug was just heading out the front door of the building in his jogging togs and we stopped briefly to exchange pleasantries.

It was a bit weird as I noticed his eyes stealing glances up and down my body and I was pretty flattered that a handsome young hunk like Doug would be ogling an older woman like me. Similarly, I found myself scoping him out, with his loose fitting shorts and wife-beater T shirt, and admiring his lean body and defined muscles.

He jogged off down the street and I let my eyes drink in the fine form of a body he had as he gracefully powered down the sidewalk. I took the elevator up to my unit and took a long drink of water as I played back in my mind Doug’s scrumptious features.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

As I went into the bathroom, stripping off my clothes and slipping into the shower, I had fleeting thoughts of what it would be like to have a young lover. I’d never been unfaithful during my marriage to Jim, other than allowing his boss to fondle me during an episode of heavy petting at a Christmas party when I thought Jim would lose his job if I didn’t succumb to his boss’s advances.

Now I had fantasized about a fair number of men over the years, but never acted on the impulse.

As I showered, my mind started playing out my newest fantasy and I imagined Doug slipping into the shower with me and wrapping his arms around me from behind as he fondled my breasts.

Unfortunately, it was only my own hands and fingers that were playing and pulling on my nipples as I closed my eyes and imagined what his cock would feel like pressing into my ass cheeks! I must have been in the shower for a good 25 minutes as I fondled my own slick body and ended up frigging my own pussy and rubbing my engorged clit until I shuddered with a strong climax.

I finally got out of the shower and toweled myself off and decided to cool down before trying to put my clothes on.

I walked out into the living room with just a towel around me when I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye and I glanced over to see Doug just coming back into the condo from his run.

I purposely slid behind the large planter next to the sofa so I could spy on my young friend. It wasn’t 10 seconds before my secret fantasy started to unfold before me.

I stared at him as he strode to the middle of the living room, peeled off his T shirt, then slipped off his running shorts so he was clothed only in a pair of tight- fitting tidy-whities that made his bulging manhood look like a coiled snake ready to strike.

I could see his chest heaving up and down, still winded from his run, and I marveled at his slender but muscular physique.

I stood there shaking with excitement! I felt like such a voyeur, hiding in the shadows and gapping at my young neighbor.

I could feel myself almost rooting for him to strip off his underwear so I could see him totally naked, but to my disappointment, he walked out of my view and I assumed he also was going to go shower.

“God he looks good enough to eat!” I thought to myself as I slipped back into the bedroom to get myself dressed.

As I mentioned, the condo consists of two towers. The rooftop of one tower is the pool and the other tower holds the garden and pea-patch.

I decided to enjoy the rooftop garden and I put on a pair of tennis shorts and a halter top with my favorite strappy sandals and headed up to the roof to weed and tend to our little pea-patch garden.

The sun was really starting to heat things up as I toiled in the soil and went about my mindless tasks. No one was around as I pulled a few weeds and watered the small plant buds.

Then, I sensed someone was behind me and I turned to see Doug standing there watching my backside as I was bent over.

“Well hello again Doug, what brings you up here?” I said as I straightened up.

His eyes were obviously focused on my chest since the halter top was loosely tied and afforded a pretty open view down to my cleavage. “I thought I’d ask if you wanted to take a swim?”

“Well that’s nice of you Doug, but don’t you have a girlfriend or buddy you’d rather hang out with instead of me?” I asked

He was obviously a little uncomfortable about asking, but replied “All my friends live too far away and you’re the only other person I know around here.”

And before I could answer, he quickly added “Besides, I think you’re really terrific and I’d like to spend more time, well, you know, …. talking and stuff.”

My mind immediately was flashing back to the sight of him standing in his living room with his cock all coiled up in his briefs! My thoughts were starting to turn to pure evil as I glanced at him attired in a pair of loose fitting board shorts and a sleeveless T shirt.

I could actually feel my nipples start to tingle as dirty thoughts flooded my subconscious.

Then I was jolted back to the moment by Doug saying “If you don’t want to, I totally understand.”

I looked back into his face and smiled and said “Tell you what, I’ll finish up here and go get my suit on and I’ll meet you over at the pool in about 15 minutes.”

I watched the look on his face go from unsure to quietly confident. “Okay Betty, see you in a few!” as he turned and headed for the elevator.

I couldn’t help from watching his tight ass and well toned legs as he walked away. Suddenly, I was very excited to have a “date” of sorts to occupy part of my day.

I wasn’t sure if it was the heat of the day, or the prospect of spending some time with a boy younger than my own three kids, but it was starting to really get my heart pounding.

I finished putting away my tools, and watered my plants one last time, then headed down to change. I came across a petite bikini that I had bought years ago while on vacation in the Bahamas.

It was a small thing, bright yellow, with ties on each hip and the top was just big enough to cover the dark areolas of my nipples. I actually had to trim some of my pubic hair (I usually keep a trim little triangle patch, but I hadn’t done it for several weeks) to make sure they weren’t visible when I got to the pool.

There was only one other couple lounging by the pool when I arrived at the pool deck.

Doug had staked out a couple of chaise lounges in the corner of the roof. I could tell the way his eyes popped open when he saw me in my bikini, even with the sheer cover-up I was wearing, that he liked what he saw! It made me feel like I was fifteen years younger as I strutted towards him and his eyes followed my every movement.

“Wow Betty, you look great!” he said as I peeled off the cover-up and sat down next to him.

“Thank you Doug, you’re very sweet.” I replied.

“No, I really mean it Betty, … I mean, you look really hot!” he gasped trying not to stare too long at my breasts.

I smiled and settled into the lounge chair and started asking him about things.

We talked for probably 45 minutes and I learned about his mom, his parents divorce, his high school, his painful break-up from his last girlfriend and what he thought he wanted to major in when he got to college.

The whole time we talked, I was laid out on the lounge chair and he was sitting in the next chair over sitting sideways and drinking in every inch of my tanned skin. I applied sunscreen a couple times and would rub the lotion on in an agonizingly slow manner which I could tell was giving him a woody! He kept his arms folded over his lap to cover it up, but I could see he was shifting his weight and was very “uncomfortable”.

“It’s really getting warm!” I said “Don’t you think we should take a dip?” I asked, knowing his boner would be given away if he stood up.

He started to make some sort of excuse, but I just stood up, kicked off my sandals and walked briskly to the pool and dove in.

I popped up out of the water and shook the water from my face and watched as Doug walked over with the towel draped in front of him, then he quickly dropped it to the pool deck and dove in.

The obvious bulge in his suit gave me a feeling of empowerment that I could do that to a college freshman!