It was a rainy afternoon in London, pouring in fact. Underneath her umbrella, Julia walked hurriedly through the park, enjoying the crunch of wet autumn leaves beneath her shoes. She wore a beanie hat snuggly over her curly blonde hair, a tightly wrapped scarf, and had one hand in the pocket of her khaki parka jacket.
Up ahead of her were a group of young men outside of a football court. Looking up, she recognised one of them saying goodbye to the others, he stood out immediately. She had taught him a few years ago, Michael was his name. Popular and handsome, with his dark tousled hair and thoughtful expression he used to remind her of Lord Byron paintings. Since he was clever and always polite, he had been one of her favourite students. She doubted however, that he would recognise her and as she approached them, she kept over to the other side. He must now have been in his early twenties, but his poised bearing conveyed a maturity rare in boys his age. She was surprised to find herself rather attracted to him, despite being twenty years his senior. As his friends walked away, she smiled at him as she passed by.
*“Miss Farrow?”* She stopped walking at the sound of his voice, turning around to find him looking directly at her.
*“Oh! Michael was it?”* She walked over to him standing in the rain, adjusting her round glasses.
*“That’s right!”* He said with a smile. *“Nice to see you.”*
*“And you! Don’t you have an umbrella?”*
*“Unfortunately no. I see you’re much better prepared.”*
*“Well here…”* She lifted hers up to keep him out of the rain as well. Her arm was almost straight up, him being much taller.
*“Oh thank you. I don’t mean to keep you, I just wanted to say hello. You were my favourite teacher after all.”* They started to walk together.
*“Oh you’re too kind!”* She laughed. *“You must be in University now right?”*
*“Yeah, in fact I’m about to walk back to my dorm.”*
*“In Kensington? But that’s miles away!”* He shrugged with a smile.
*“I’ll make it. Tomorrow maybe, but eventually.*” She hesitated.
Well why would it be inappropriate? Nothing had to happen, she’d just be doing a good deed.
*“You must be soaking wet. I live just up here, why don’t you just dry off and wait until the rain’s gone?”* He looked over, studying her for a moment.
*“Actually, that would be really great. Thank you.”*
They arrived at her building and she took him up to her flat. Her living room was well furnished with warm lighting and earthy tones.
*“Wait there one moment, I’ll grab you a towel and some clothes.”*
She returned and gave him a bundle.
*“Sorry if they don’t fit you, that’s all I could find I’m afraid. They belonged to my fiance.”* His face took a turn of reverence.
*“Oh I’d heard about that. I was sorry to hear…”*
*“No, don’t worry, it’s been some years now.”* She responded. *“You get changed, and put your clothes on the radiator. I’ll put the kettle on.”* She left the room then soon reentered.
*“Did you want milk and- Oh! Sorry!”* He had already taken off his shirt, revealing his athletic physique. She turned back around in a fluster as he called *“Yes, please!”* after her.
While she was busy in the kitchen, her mind began to wander. Her stomach had butterflies, she couldn’t remember feeling like this for a long time. It was like she was a teenager again. She shook her head in disbelief of herself. *You’re old enough to be his mother!* She didn’t know what she was feeling. One part of her wanted to look after him and get him home safely. Another part of her couldn’t stop imagining planting kisses on his chest, along his torso and down to his-
*Whiiiiiiieeee!* The kettle was boiling. She took a breath and collected herself. Before she took in a tray, she checked her reflection in the cupboard mirror, fixing her hair.
*“Are you decent?”* She called out. *“Yeah!”*
She found him inspecting one of her bookcases.
*“Nice selection here. Ah, Of Mice and Men, that was a good one.”*
She set the tray down on the coffee table and joined him, picking out a book and showing it.
*“Look, Hamlet. I remember you really enjoyed this.”* He took hold of it, examining the cover.
*“Oh, certainly. Reading it out in class was fun.”*
*“You performed it wonderfully! And those poems.”* She was smiling, beaming with her whole face, as she looked up at him. He looked so contemplative, his smouldering eyes gliding across the shelf.
*“You know I actually wrote a few myself because of your class.”*
*“You did? Do you remember them?”*
*“One or two…”* He kept looking along the shelf then realised she was looking at him expectantly.
*“Oh. Haha. No, no. I’m much too shy.”*
They sat back down on the sofa with a gap between them, drinking from their cups. A portrait of her passed fiance watched the two of them.
*“Do you live alone here?”* He asked. She pulled at her cardigan, nodding.
*“Yes, yes…I’ve been single, ever since…”*
*“By your choice right?”*
*“What do you mean?”* His face turned a little red, then broke into a smile.
*“Well…You have plenty of men asking you out I’m sure.”*
*“Oh!”* She laughed, looking down. *“That’s kind of you, but no, not really.”*
*“No?”* He asked, surprised. They both took another long sip of tea. The rain could be heard against the windows, the warmth of the room made for a cosy atmosphere.
He took a long glance at her, and when she met his gaze he didn’t drop it, smirking slightly instead. She broke into a giggle, raising a hand to her mouth, looking away then back at him.
*“You shouldn’t be looking at me like that, Michael.”*
*“Like what, Julia?”* His grin widened.
*“Like…that!”* She pushed back her glasses and shifted in her seat, feeling exposed under his stare.
*“I mean…”* She continued. *“Don’t you have a girlfriend? Or two?”* Michael wheezed and bent forward, covering his mouth from spilling. They laughed together and she sighed.
*“Okay, let’s be serious now.”*
*“Okay.”* He replied and moved closer towards her along the sofa.
*“Michael!”*
*“Alright, alright!”* He grinned, putting up his hands and moved back a bit.
*“I suppose I should go.”* He said more seriously, looking down. Julia stopped smiling, and hesitated, watching him.
*“I don’t want to intrude…”* He reached for the portrait of her fiance and studied it. She floated there next to him, hanging on to his every word. He turned to find her beside him, closing the gap between them. She took the portrait and put it back, placing it down, all the time looking in his eyes. Her movement was slow and her lips were slightly parted. Her giddy smile was now a look of longing. She didn’t know what she was doing, a million thoughts and emotions were running through her at once, it was all so overwhelming. The tension between them now was at boiling level, she leant forward. He placed his fingers on either side of her glasses, and carefully removed them.
Her eyes wandered down to his lips, before closing slowly. She waited for a second which felt like an eternity until she felt his mouth brush up gently against hers, and his hand pressed delicately against her cheek. A quiet moan escaped from her mouth as she welcomed the kiss, leaning in further, placing her arm around him as well. When they broke away they looked at each other once again before Michael leant forward, tilting his head to kiss her neck. She instinctively raised her chin and closed her eyes, her hands held tightly around him.
*“Oh, Michael…”* It had been so long since she had experienced this kind of intimacy, she melted into his warmth. She was floating, all she could do was submit to the sensation and ecstasy. He laid her back on the sofa and hungrily lowered himself down to kiss her again. Swept up in his virility, she felt a fluttering awaken between her thighs. As their lips met, she began to undo the buttons on his shirt from top to bottom. She pressed her palms against his bare chest and felt alongside his torso as if it were marble. He smirked at her needy groping, taking hold of her hand and guiding it along his body. She bit her lip as it travelled down his smooth skin, until he held it against the bulge in his trousers and she opened her mouth, looking up at him. He nodded and leant forward again, hands running under her clothes, exploring.
With him on top of her, she could feel his erection pressing against her, between their jeans. While he kissed the top of her chest and shoulders, she raised her hips to gyrate and rub against the bulge, stirring a low moan from Michael.
*“God, that feels good…”* She began to feel his hand slide down under his jeans and then under her waistband. She gasped at the touch of her clitoris, immediately lifting her chest and arching her back. Her toes curled. She held onto him closely, moving her hips with the rhythm of his stroking.
*“Oh…”* He murmured. *“You’re soaking.”* There was jubilation in his whisper. She whimpered, feeling completely at his mercy.
Crash!
Something fell to the floor beside them, breaking.
*“Oh, shit.”* He had knocked over the portrait of her fiance with his foot.
*“I’m so sorry, Miss Farrow.”* He immediately got off the sofa to pick it up and place it back with care.
*“Oh, it’s okay, dear.”*
He sat back, further along the sofa, looking down at his feet with a sigh.
*“Maybe I should-…”*
She rose to her feet and moved slowly over with a caring smile, sitting beside him. She placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned in to plant kisses along his neck and face, finding his lips. She broke away, smiling with her eyes fixed on his as her hands dropped to loosen his belt. He leaned back as she unzipped him and pulled back his boxers. She wrapped her soft fingers delicately around his cock, feeling it twitch, and began to stroke it slowly up and down. She curled up, nestling by his side and he put his arm around her as she kissed his chest, stroking him to a full erection. She could feel it harden in her fingers, throbbing powerfully with each pump and her pace quickened.
*“That’s it baby…”* Looking up at him, then to his lips, they locked in embrace once more.
He groaned and throbbed, thrusting upwards, responding to her touch, getting closer…
*“Yes…that’s a good boy…”* He tucked his face into her shoulder, moaning as she milked thick shots of cum out of him with both hands.
*“That’s it, cum for me. Cum, baby, cum!”* Some landed on her face and she smiled gleefully, giggling. It was incredible having this thing with a life of its own, pulsating in her hands. She’d forgotten how much she loved it.
*“Well now…”* She laughed, and he chuckled into her shoulder, sighing with relief. She continued to stroke him slowly, until every last drop had been drained, before setting it down.
*“Where did that towel go?”*
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/x94s89/a_wet_afternoon_older_woman_young_man_romantic