Diary of a MILF Luna Swift Copyright 2014 Luna Swift Published by Luna Swift
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Diary of a MILF Luna Swift Copyright 2014 Luna Swift Published by Luna Swift Contents Chapter 1 – The Virgin Chapter 2 – The Café Owner Chapter 3 – The Office Worker BONUS - Seducing the Babysitter Chapter 1 – Finding a Mystery Object About Luna Swift Other Books by Luna Swift Chapter 1 – The Virgin When my husband left, two feelings hit me at the same time. First, the sense of loss at being without him after all those years together. Second, the sense of freedom. We hadn’t had sex for years. Of course, I know now it was because he’d been screwing that receptionist of his, seemingly not caring how clichéd something like that was. But a woman has needs, even an old ‘has-been’ like me. Within days of him leaving I’d joined just about every dating website I could find. Call it overcompensating if you want, I call it desperation to get some actual sex for the first time in (I suppose I might as well be honest) more than a decade. I’d masturbated of course, but that’s never the same is it? Never as good as having someone laid up against you, your mouths pressed together, your bodies running with sweat. You just don’t get that passion from a sex toy, no matter how expensive it is. I didn’t get many replies online at first but last night I took a very different picture and uploaded it, feeling more than a little nervous about how much flesh I was revealing to the world. It wasn’t easy setting up the camera on a timer and then positioning myself on the bed. It took more than a few goes to get a shot I was happy with, looking at the camera in the smallest bra I owned squeezing my oversized breasts together and upwards, defying gravity and giving me a cleavage to die for. I was laid on my side and even if my lower half out of shot, I knew this was a killer photo. It made me look a hell of a lot younger than I was and it seemed to pay off too. This morning I woke up to an inbox filled with messages. Time to read the first one. It was from someone who was refreshingly upfront. He wasn’t looking for a relationship or anything complicated. He was still a virgin and wanted his first experience to be with an older woman, someone who wouldn’t judge him for his lack of expertise or laugh him out of the bedroom. He’d attached a photo of himself and I frantically typed a reply as soon as I saw it. I had to have him. His name was Jeremy and he still lived in his parents’ house. Although when I turned up, house wasn’t the word I’d use. It was a mansion in an immaculately huge garden and he was waiting on the doorstep to meet me. He drove us to a restaurant and by the end of the meal I had to resist throwing him onto the table and tearing his clothes off. He wasn’t just handsome, he was gentle and funny and his eyes smouldered at me in a way that melted any inhibitions I might have had about meeting someone so much younger than me. I twice caught him looking at my cleavage, easy to spot in my plunging dress, a deliberate choice of mine as my ex had never approved of an outfit that revealed any more than a Puritan in the 1700s. My boobs hadn’t been this visible in public since I was my date’s age but I must admit I enjoyed the glances, not just from him but also from the waiter who served us with his eyes glued to my chest. It felt nice to know I was still attractive enough to draw this kind of attention after so long being told I was over the hill, too saggy for anyone to want. At the end of the meal we stood up and his hand momentarily brushed over my bottom as he helped me into my coat. I wasn’t sure if it was deliberate or accidental but either way it sent a shiver through me. We arranged to meet up at his house the next day and I spent the night struggling to sleep, imagining what he might look like under that suit he’d worn. The next morning saw me up before the sun rose and I had to force myself to resist setting off hours too early. In the end I was still there forty minutes before I was meant to but he seemed pleased to see me nonetheless when he opened the door and invited me inside. “This place is amazing,” I said as we walked past countless marble statues and into a huge drawing room. “It’s all right isn’t it?” he replied, taking my coat again. The heat in the room is stifling and I immediately begin fanning my face with my hand, feeling my cheeks turning pink. “Sorry about that,” Jeremy said, sitting opposite me. “Radiator’s stuck on I’m afraid.” “Do you play?” I asked, nodding towards the harp by the bookcase. “A little.” “Would you play me something?” He sat by the harp and the most haunting tune filled the room as I sat back and closed my eyes, soaking up the music. The song finished and I opened my eyes to find him staring at my legs. I looked down and realised they had slouched apart and my dress had ridden up to reveal my thighs. When he realised I’d caught him spying on me he looked away embarrassed and an awkward silence filled the air. “Would you like a drink?” he asked, pointing towards a tray filled with bottles by the door. “No thanks,” I replied. “Why don’t you come and sit down?” He sat next to me and gulped nervously. I realised I was going to have to take the upper hand with him or nothing would ever happen. “Have you really never slept with anyone?” “No one.” “But you’re so handsome. Why not?” He shrugged. “I don’t know really. I guess I never met the right person.” “Am I the right person?” I asked, putting my arm round him and drawing him towards me. He coughed nervously. “I…I don’t know. You might be.” “Have you ever seen a naked woman before Jeremy?” “On the internet I have.” “What about in real life?” He shook his head as I stood up and lifted his head to look at me. I turned my back to him. “Unzip me.” I felt his fingers shaking as he fumbled for the loop at the top of my dress, slowly lowering it until it reached the end just above my bottom. I turned back to him and pushed him down onto the sofa. “Would you like to?” I asked, holding the two sides of my dress in my hands. He nodded eagerly as I flicked my dress from my shoulders and let it fall to my feet. I was wearing the bra from my photo and a pair of sheer panties and I had to resist laughing at how wide his eyes became, running up and down my body, scanning every inch of me. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, holding it in my hands to tease him a moment longer. “Would you like to see my breasts Jeremy?” He nodded and gulped, pulling at his shirt collar. “Close your eyes.” He did so, sitting perfectly still as I threw my bra aside and leaned down until my nipple was just by his lips. “Open your eyes.” He looked, blinking in shock at the sight before him. Tentatively he licked his lips before sucking my nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it and hardening it as I smiled down at him. “Don’t ignore the other one,” I admonished, taking his hand and bringing it up to squeeze and grope the enormous globe of flesh waiting for him. “Now you may pull my panties down,” I said after he showed no signs of letting go of my nipple. Reluctantly he sat back as I stood still and waited. His hands shook as he gripped my panties and pulled them down, revealing my shaved pussy to his lust filled gaze. “I think you’re a bit overdressed, don’t you?” I said, looking down at the bulge sticking up in his trousers. He undressed quicker than anyone I’d ever seen, pulling his shirt over his head and yanking down his trousers in seconds. As he lowered his boxer shorts I was taken aback by the size of his cock, so much bigger than my husbands. I wondered if I’d even be able to fit that in me. “Don’t move,” I said, sinking to my knees and gripping the shaft in my hands. It felt red hot in my touch as I squeezed it gently between my fingers, enjoying the sensation of pulling back the skin to reveal the glistening purple head. “Has anyone ever touched you here?” I asked, looking up at him. He shook his head. “How does it feel?” Go…good,” he stuttered as I slowly moved my hands up and down to the base and back to the head, squeezing a drop of precum out of the hole. I couldn’t resist bringing it to my mouth and licking the drop away, savouring the saltiness as he gasped and shuddered at the sensation.