Ok it wasn’t Bronte’s Wuthering Heights, all mood and moors but nonetheless it bought on responses in me as I read. I drifted off into a daydream ...bout being fucked senseless by an unknown man in a dark room, all velvet and heat in a swingers club (I was filling in the blanks as I had never been to one.) I imagined hands rubbing over my body, feeling my flesh tingle with every grope and rub, not tender but wanting and invasive.I imagine one man, big and strong from his presence over me as he. I don’t know if he had a little crush on me or if he was actually that shy around all girls, but it was quite endearing. I found myself watching him as he sat in his room wearing just a pair of athletic shorts and no shirt. He was only eighteen, but his body was firm and he seemed to be in pretty good shape. Since my lights were off I knew he couldn't see into my room so I wasn't worried about him noticing me. When I got into bed that night I found myself lying awake and thinking about my. Indeed there were moments when the only thing I wanted in the entire world was to surrender my mind, my soul and especially my body completely to my new lover.His cock now buried deep in my middle-aged body, Adam fucked me on my back, with my legs spread, my eyes fixed on his, my hands on his shoulders and arms in what was fast becoming adoration. Lubrication poured from me as he thrust himself in and out of my welcoming vagina and the room filled with the crude, earthy sound of two bodies. We were in the parking lot of the community pool; it was mostly empty as most of the summer swimmers were at the National Fair that was in town. I looked over at Matt, my heart clenched with excitement, my stomach with butterflies and my manly cock twitching with anticipation. Here was a young, barely 16-year-old boy sitting in my car, ready to go home with me, looking back at me with lovely eyes, full sexy lips and a healthy bulge to match.He was in a pair of khaki shorts that was half an inch.