Eye Candy . . . at Dirty Birdies

When I heard that the theme for today’s Dirty Birdies Flock Hop was “Eye Candy“, I just couldn’t resist joining in and sharing an excerpt, on that very subject, from Part 6 of my Modesty Ablaze Diaries.

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EYE CANDY . . . Lover No. 15
Suddenly discovering how much I enjoyed my liaisons with younger men at our Club nights had left me wanting more. So much so that Hubby and I decided to take-up the suggestion of one of our new young friends to join a well known internet Swingers site. He assured us that he’d met lots of genuine, like-minded people like us and was sure we would find it easy to do the same.

But my “more cougar moment” fantasies were soon dulled by successions of silly, unintelligible, and off-putting responses to our profile post. And after a week of deleting seemingly every message we received, I was just about to tell Hubby to remove our profile when . . . a real message, and a sensible profile picture, arrived in our in-box. Finally we were motivated to reply to somebody . . . and his further reply was just as sensible. Hubby requested his mobile no. and we were chatting within minutes. And he sounded just as sensible as his messages had been!

We agreed to meet at a bar, near to our normal “play” hotel a week later . . . just to chat and get to know each other better.

I spent the next five days wondering if we really should be doing this! At the Club at least we could chat with people and then politely move on if we felt that we “just couldn’t”, but to be meeting a complete stranger???

But the moment he walked into the bar I knew I wanted him. Stunningly gorgeous, tall and assured . . . “Mmm, eye candy!” I whispered to Hubby as he stood scanning the bar looking around to see if he could recognise us, or if we would recognise him. His smile as he saw us was enough to have me tingling, even from the other side of the room.

And he was as polite and well-spoken as he had been when we spoke on the phone. Charming and delightful, and confident and instantly likeable . . . one round of drinks, led to two . . .

Hubby and I had already agreed a “signal question” as we’d showered and dressed at the hotel. A coded question he would ask me just to be sure I was definitely “interested enough to invite him back to our room” . . . and, finally, finally, he asked me. “Yes I’m fine” I immediately replied.

We were back at our hotel just five minutes later and our conversation continued as we sat down together on the bed whilst Hubby poured fresh glasses of wine. He reached across to fondle first my knee, then stroke my forearm . . . and then that first kiss! Warm and wet and intoxicating . . . 18 years my junior, and yet I was shaking with excitement as the intensity of his kisses grew ever more passionate!

He stood to unbutton his shirt and stepped away from the bed to rest it over the back of the chair in the corner. He’d already told us he was a cyclist and entered road-racing events every weekend. His back was turned as he unbuckled his belt and slid his trousers and pants down over his hips. His bum was perfect, and the muscles on his thighs rippled as he turned back towards me. I tried not to gasp out aloud as he stepped back towards the bed, now completely naked. He wasn’t yet erect, but I couldn’t take my eyes from his cock as it hung and wobbled gorgeously as he knelt back onto the bed in front of me.

I’ve never before found a hairy chest to be attractive, and yet here kneeling immediately in front of me was the hairiest chest I had ever seen. He pulled me upwards into a gasping embrace and it felt surprisingly soft and smooth as I ran my hands up over his chest between us. Like a feathery down, blanketing a wonderfully firm six-pack beneath.

He pulled away slightly and I was gasping out aloud now as I felt the palm of his hands scraping across my nipples. My own arms had dropped to my sides as I swooned under his kisses and I felt his hardness growing and rubbing against my thigh as we knelt against one another. I slid one hand between us to wrap my fingers around him, gasping again as I felt the thickness of his erection, hot and hard as I stroked my hand over him.

Even though my eyes were tightly closed, and our groans of passion were becoming louder and louder, I could sense the flashing of Hubby’s camera and feel him moving around the bed beside us . . .

. . . and then the strong, muscled arms of my newest young lover, gently laying me down onto my back . . .

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The above excerpt is a few paragraphs from one of the latter Chapters in my, as-yet untitled (see “Name My New Book”) The Modesty Ablaze Diaries – Part 6, which I hope will be available from all the sites below by the end of July.

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