I became friends with a younger guy at my part-time job,
and we sometimes chatted about casual and intimate topics.
He is a 21-year-old college student, and I am 29.
I'm married, and there's an 8-year age gap, but
we felt like friends.
Yesterday, after work,
there was a farewell party at the workplace, and we all drank together.
On the way home, I ended up with him,
and he suggested, "Let's have another drink," so I went along.
It was at his place.
I wondered if it was risky,
but I felt a mix of anxiety and a bit of anticipation.
Besides, at that time, I thought,
he probably sees me as an older woman,
and wouldn't consider me in that way.
There was wine, so we drank and talked.
Feeling hot, I took off my jacket.
I wasn't trying to entice him.
I was wearing a sleeveless dress.
Suddenly, he said,
"You look young, Mary,
but you still have that mature allure.
Thank you for always being there."
I didn't immediately understand what he meant, but
seeing him look embarrassed,
I realized.
"Do you think about me when you do it?
But don't younger girls excite you more?"
"That's not true,"
he said, sounding a bit upset.
"Mary, your figure is beautiful, and even through your clothes,
your soft, large chest is attractive."
He said it with such a serious face that
we both fell silent for a moment.
I boldly asked,
"Are you excited now?"
He nodded and said,
"Can you watch me? We don't have to have sex,
because you can't betray your husband, right?
So just watch me while I think of you."
He said it so earnestly that
I found myself nodding.
Then he undressed completely.
He was already quite aroused,
pointing upwards, twitching.
As he suggested, I unbuttoned the front of my dress
to reveal my bra.
I sat with my legs up,
making my panties visible.
He looked at my body without meeting my eyes,
touching his own chest with one hand,
and started stroking himself with the other.
"Does it feel good on your chest?"
It was my first time seeing a man do this, so I asked.
"Yeah, I think many men feel it in their chest."
He was stroking himself, his hand barely able to contain it.
He asked to see my chest from the bra,
so I showed my nipples.
My nipples were slightly erect too.
He wanted to see inside my panties, so I took them off.
I opened my legs to show him.
His breathing became heavy,
"Wow, Mary, look, look at me,"
his hand movements quickened.
"I'm going to finish, I want to finish on your leg."
"O-okay,"
I stretched my leg and lifted the hem of my dress.
He brought himself close to my thigh while stroking.
"I'm going to, I'm going,"
it reached the other thigh.
At that moment, he briefly touched my thigh.
Just that made my body twitch.
He was in the middle of finishing, so
I don't think he noticed.
He cleaned up with tissues,
and thinking I wouldn't be able to hold back if I stayed,
we had a brief normal conversation and I left.
But I can't get his large,
firm image out of my head from yesterday.
Today, my husband is at work, so I'm alone,
spending the day indulging myself,
resisting the urge to be with him.
