I [M] was the 21 year old help, she [F] was the 39 year old who persuaded me into her bed. I then became her toy boy. Part 2 [MF]

In case you missed it, part 1 of this story is [HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/leb06u/i_m_was_the_21_year_old_help_she_f_was_the_39/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

Read it for context but don’t expect much action. In this part, things develop but I underestimated how much I would write. So I am going to make this a 4 part series, instead of 3. It may be extended if you want me to share more of the filthy antics.

N.B. This part will take us right up until things got really really awkward for me. Its a slow build so if you just want the filth, wait for instalment 3 & 4.

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Who was I to know that Deb’s tiling job was going to change me, forever?

Deb’s place was about 30 minute’s drive from me. While I was living in the top floor annex of my parents’ place, Deb was hoping to move into the basement annex at her mum’s. I didn’t think we had much else in common – mostly because she was nearly 40 and I was only just 21. I suppose one thing we shared was recent heartbreak.

It was already starting to get uncomfortably warm when I woke up that morning. Sometimes a top floor annex really isn’t great – a heatwave is one of those times. I hadn’t slept much but wanted to break the back of the tiling job that day. So I set off from home quite early and got to Deb’s at about 07:30am.

Like the previous day, I knock on the door to announce my arrival. Deb was in the same cute (but not sexy PJs) as yesterday and seemed very relaxed to be in my company like that. Her hair was pretty wild and untamed – notably different to how she usually wore it for work at my dad’s office (and how I was used to seeing her).

Deb offered to bring me a coffee down to the annex, once she’d gotten dressed. But, good news, her friend said it was absolutely fine if she wanted to bring me along to the BBQ she mentioned yesterday. I was pleased. Apparently it was a bit of a drive into the mountains but at least it would probably be a bit cooler there. I said it sounded great and we left it at that. I went back out to get started in the basement with a hot day’s work ahead of me.

About half an hour later, Debs brings me out a coffee. I wasn’t really a coffee drinker but hers was good and I needed the caffeine. We picked up the discussion about getting to/from the BBQ. Turns out the place was about 30 minutes drive in the opposite direction from where I lived. I felt guilty because I lived about 30 minutes from Deb’s place and so about one hour from where the party was. Yesterday, she’d offered to pick me up from my place and drive me there/back, so I could drink. Perhaps because she sensed I needed to let loose a little. However, if she was going to pick me up from mine – and drop me back after – she was faced with about 3 hours of driving that evening.

I honestly don’t think Deb realised what she had committed to, so I felt really guilty and told her not to worry about it. I said I wouldn’t feel good about her doing all that driving around and, in any case, I’d had a crap night’s sleep. Maybe a party wasn’t for me that evening. I suggested I sit it out, even though we both knew it might be my only opportunity to socialise and meet new people that summer.

So that’s when Deb said we were being stupid. I should just stay at her place after the party that evening instead. After-all, I was supposed to be working there again the next day. So, if anything, it would actually be saving us both a bit of driving.

I ran it through in my mind and I couldn’t really fault the logic. It was unusual but there was no reason to decline the offer and we both realised it. So we agreed that I would go home late afternoon, shower/change and drive back to Deb’s place for about 7:30pm. There was space in the main house so didn’t need to worry about intruding. Her mum was still away so it’s not like I would be in anyone’s space, other than Deb’s. Also, If I brought my work clothes back to hers then I could put them on the next morning and get straight back to work after a bit of breakfast.

So we agreed that was the plan and both had a chuckle about how she might have otherwise done 3 hours of driving unnecessarily. I told her my only condition was that she couldn’t let me knock too many beers back. Otherwise I wasn’t going to be good for much the next day. She chuckled and told me not to be a wimp. She said it was a condition of hers that I did have a few, enjoy myself and get up a little later the next day. After all, she was the boss and would rather not be woken up by me doing building work at 8am the next morning. All fine with me, I was already tired. It was unlikely we would get back from the party much before 1am.

The rest of the morning was unmemorable. The tiling was going ok and I was concentrating hard to make sure the finish was perfect. I don’t remember much about lunch either except she made me a sandwich again but this time we ate inside the main house as it was oppressively hot outside. She showed me my options for sleeping later – big comfy sofa in the living room, or her room (and she would de-camp into her mum’s room). I said the sofa was absolutely fine as didn’t want to displace her and I was going to be exhausted so would sleep
like a baby anywhere. How wrong I was!

Over lunch, I also remember her talking about her friend’s daughter (19) who would be at the party. She was apparently beautiful but hopeless with guys. She didn’t really want to be back home for summer and apparently had invited another girl (who she knew from college) to stay with her at her parents’ place for the summer.

Debs said her friend was desperate to get the pair of them out the house. Maybe we would find enough in common tonight to hang out a bit. If that went well, then maybe they’d be good company for me (and vice versa) during the rest of the summer. It was such a quiet rural area, so this sort of thing wasn’t uncommon but it always had the potential to feel pressured. Obviously Deb and her friend had spoken a bit about me and were plotting. I sighed on the inside.

The afternoon motored by and it was time for me to go home and scrub up. I had a bit more of a spring in my step as had something to look forward to. I’ve always been pretty confident in social situations with complete strangers, so there was no anxiousness. Deb was good people, and so figured she probably had good friends too.

So I drove back home and told my parents the plan so they knew not to expect me back. They were horizontal about it and pleased I had something to do. I showered and put on my smartest jeans and a loose white shirt. It was scorching hot still, so rolled the sleeves up and left a couple of buttons undone. I might even have put a bit of Tommy H on (a xmas present from the ex long-term GF). My tan always looked good against a white shirt. My chest and arms would have been visible enough through the linen for anyone to see I was in shape but the callouses on my builder’s hands weren’t great. I quite liked them being rough though – it reminded me I did honest work.

Although I had been out the game a while, getting girls’ attention had never been a problem for me. I enjoyed flirting and had learned to manage girl attention when it wasn’t wanted. And it often wasn’t because of me usually being in a relationship.

Anyway, I decided to dig out a condom from somewhere (I think I had a pack from when my ex forgot to take the pill) and put it in my wallet. In no way did I expect to need it that evening, but figured it was better to be prepared and carry one like I always used to. If I hit it off with these girls at the BBQ, and we met up again that summer (which was apparently on the cards), then my future self would be grateful for a bit of contingency planning. Still, it was weird to start thinking like that again as I’d not had sex with anyone besides my ex for over 3 years. I still had no clue that within 24 hours I was going to be balls deep in a 39 year old – why would I?

So I drove back to Deb’s and dropped off my overnight bag inside. As soon as I arrived she made a passing comment about how nice my shirt looked – it made me feel good. I got in the passenger seat of her tiny car, which is worth mentioning because I am a terrible passenger at the best of times. Being in a little car in wild boar and deer country always made me nervous, especially at night and more so when I am not driving.

But the ride wasn’t what stood out most – it was Deb. She seemed to have switched modes from earlier that day. She had a girl going out vibe. You know the sort – more confident and sassy. I now think there was a degree of veneer in her confidence due to all the people she would know at the party – who also knew her ex. hubby. Sitting in her tiny car, I also noticed how fantastic she smelled. I couldn’t help but admire her legs too, which looked great in some nice bum-hugging short shorts. She’d also done something different with her hair – a cute/sexy scrunch which showed off her cheek bones and freckles. She looked fresh.

Soon enough we get to the BBQ. Deb was in her element. She knew everyone and seemed very happy to introduce me to all and sundry. There was a great smelling hog roast, a noticeably cooler temperature and a cold beer in my hand soon enough. I started to relax.

After about 5 minutes or so I remember being introduced to some fairly miserable middle aged men. I had been left with them for a bit while Deb continued her meet and greet routine. Some of the guys were better than others but none seemed very happy to talk to me. The chat was strained but I didn’t know why. I soon went off to find Deb as life’s too short to be standing around with some grumpy old men at my one and only house party that summer.

When I found Deb she asked what I thought of the guys. I said they seemed nice, if a little cynical. She burst out laughing before giving me a perspective I hadn’t considered. Apparently one of the bunch was known to be keen on her and maybe he thought I was competition for her affections. That caught me completely off-guard but quietly I enjoyed the sense of being competition for anyone. Debs said the guys had jumped to conclusions and it didn’t help that I looked older than I was, and like I could handle myself. I didn’t know which guy it was that liked her, and frankly didn’t care, but I told her it was hilarious. Anyway, she owed me an introduction to the youngsters she’d mentioned.

Anyway, the intro to the 19 year old girls happened but felt predictably weird. Obviously they had been told about me, and knew I had been told about them. Nevertheless the two girls were sweet, both 19 and relatively attractive. It was nice to practice my chat and I soon started to feel we could chat freely. They revved me up enough to make me step up and even flirt a little.

Deb purposefully left me to it with the teenagers. That was expected but I remember I felt a bit of a “grown ups” and “children” divide. I flitted between the two a few times over the next few hours and realised I wasn’t really feeling at home in either camp. On balance, I thought I had more rapport with Debs and her girlfriends, as I did with their offspring. This surprised me. Still, it was fun being around the girls – young and old – and they were nice enough.

By midnight I was borderline typsy and definitely flagging. I eased off on the beer and might even have grabbed a coke. I was tired and felt like I had been under the spotlight a lot of the evening – I needed caffeine. I was fine with the spotlight but it wasn’t exactly relaxing. I was aware I was still the outsider. At one point I caught Deb’s girlfriend (the one who was the mum of the 19 year old) eyeing me up in a conspiratorial way with Deb. There was a bit of smirking and I gave them a cheeky wave from across the room.

Slowly, the place was emptying out. Either I found Deb, or she found me but what happened next definitely got my attention. She greeted me like a long lost soul mate. In front of the teenagers, she threw her arms around me and kissed me on both cheeks. It felt
patronising. However, she told me the next day it was her way or marking some territory.

Anyway, back at the party, I remember Deb whispered to me that her friend (the mum of the 19 yr old) thought I was hot! I didn’t know what to say to that so deflected. I asked how she was and if she’d had a fun evening etc. She was in high spirits and I quickly clocked that she must have had more to drink than me. Thankfully I was quickly sobering up and aware someone needed to be capable of driving us home. After a bit of a discussion (she probably told me she was fine to drive etc) we agreed I was definitely more sober just at the moment her friend brought her over a rum and coke. I later learned this was Deb’s go to drink. The smell of it arouses me to this day.

Anyway, the next hour was a long one. I didn’t want to end the evening prematurely – especially because Deb was having fun. But it was getting on for 2am. I hadn’t slept much the night before and had grafted all day. I was starting to think about the work I had to do the next day. So as tactfully as I could, I got Deb to agree it was home-time and start the goodbyes.

The extra rum and coke (or two) had definitely had an impact on her. But I figured it was nice she could let her hair down and no-one was getting hurt. I’d make sure she got home safe and she seemed really grateful for me being there to help her home. She grabbed my arm tight as we walked to her car.

The drive was mostly what I thought it would be – me listening and Deb chatting away in between slapping my leg every now and then, in a drunk matey way. It felt nice. At one point I remember her pointing out the house of another friend who she said she needed to see very soon. I asked why. She told me it was because this friend was did waxing and she was definitely
overdue one. It was a more intimate topic than I was expecting but she drunkenly took the conversation even further. She told me she used to get her legs, arms, pubes, the whole lot done. But then she’d dropped the routine appointments after the separation from her ex. hubby. I didn’t say much so she asked what I preferred when it came to women’s pubic hair.

I felt uncomfortable but she wouldn’t let it go until I gave her an answer. I reluctantly told her I was into a bit of hair but probably not a full bush. I wasn’t sure completely bare would be my thing but it wasn’t like it would be a deal breaker if an attractive girl showed me attention ever again. She giggled and said I would be just fine. I think she slapped my leg again and gave it a squeeze – leaving her hand there for a little longer than she should have done. My dick twitched. About 10 minutes before we got back to her place, Deb fell asleep.

I was relieved when we pulled up at Deb’s place. I was very tired and completely sober. Mentally, I was on the sofa already. I certainly wasn’t prepared for the battle of will-power that would happen next.

To be continued…

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