Maria and the College Boy Pt. 2 [FM] [Femdom] [Mistress] [Handjob] [Car Sex] [Age Gap] [Milf]

Maria looked over at the 21-year-old college student in her passenger seat and felt a heat between her legs. Jake, as he was called, had just bought her a drink at the local bar, and Maria could tell what the young man wanted from the minute she made eye contact. She was happy to give it to him, more than happy in fact, and was looking forward to taking out the frustrations of her day on his young, excited body. But she wanted to play with him first. She’d already leaned him over her truck in the dive bar’s parking lot, but now, as she drove him further and further away from where they’d first met, she was trying to decide what to do next.

The sun was almost completely set, but in the faint bits of orange light that remained, Maria could see excitement, lust, and anticipation in the young boy’s eyes. He was breathing short and shallow, staring straight ahead.

“You can look at me baby,” Maria said. “And don’t worry, I’m not taking us too much further. We just need to be somewhere where no one will hear you moan.”

Maria and the College Boy Pt. 1 [FM] [Femdom] [Age Gap] [MILF]

“Shit,” Maria said, hissing air through her teeth. “Really? Again?”

She spun the steering wheel sharply to the left, took a glance in her side mirror, and finished parking before letting out an exasperated sigh. Her 1999 Ford F-150 had lasted a long while, but this was the third time in as many months that the check engine light had turned on, and Maria was starting to lose her patience. This time, the truck had barely made it two miles down the road before letting her know something was wrong, and Maria knew she couldn’t afford another trip to the shop this month.

She slammed her fist into the dashboard, hoping maybe that some aggression might help whip the old beater into shape, but the yellow light shone on. Taking the keys from the ignition, Maria took a moment to collect herself before swinging down from the seat and heading towards the bar.

In the short walk across the parking lot, Maria realized that she was underdressed for the bitter Midwestern evening, yet another annoyance in a day that seemed full of them. It’s so hard to tell this time of year whether night would be as warm as the day, but she now regretted not grabbing a sweater to protect her against the crisp early autumn air. Her thin white v-neck was not cutting it, and she quickened her pace to the bar’s entrance to avoid the biting wind.