My husband is on a solo assignment in New York. He sends me laundry and other things once a week via courier to my place in California.
The courier who delivers these packages is always the same young man, about twenty years old.
Before I knew it, this young man, John, and I had entered into an affair.
Although I had thought that if I were to have an affair, it would be with a young man, I was surprised that it actually happened with John.
At first, we were both somewhat awkward, but after the second, third, and fourth encounters, we got used to it, and now he comes to my house even when there are no packages to deliver.
However, since we both work and John's schedule is irregular, it doesn't happen every day.
John lives alone, so when he comes over, I first serve him homemade meals.
Maybe because he's young, or despite being young, he seems more interested in food than in sex at first, and I find it endearing to watch him eat so eagerly.
Once John is full, he says,
"Mary, my mouth is full, so let's fill the other one too... I'm going to attack you."
and then we move on to sex. I like this straightforward side of John, but because he's so simple and honest,
(Maybe John was a virgin before me...)
I sometimes think, now that it's been three months since we started our relationship.
But John is still a man. Whether it's instinct or something else, he has grown to be quite skilled in bed.
First, he places his lips on my womanhood and seems to enjoy my reactions.
"Slurp, slurp... Suck"
When I see him licking my secret parts, I think John has become a full-fledged man.
His tongue moves as if it has a life of its own, licking my folds and clitoris, sucking up my love juices, even better than my husband.
Then he whispers embarrassing words like,
"Mary, your pussy always tastes sweet, it's really delicious..."
It's a big change from the awkward, hasty sex we had at the beginning.
I'm so pleased with John's transformation that I can't help but let out a joyful scream.
