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Snowman’s Seduction

I was feeling playful as I stepped out into the winter wonderland that morning. The snow had fallen heavily overnight, blanketing the entire neighborhood in a pristine white layer. It was a perfect day to indulge in some childlike fun, and I decided to build a snowman in my backyard. Little did I know that my playful endeavor would lead to an unexpected and steamy encounter with my teenage neighbor, Roy.

As I bundled up in my warm coat, scarf, and gloves, I couldn’t help but feel excited about the prospect of shaping the snow into a jolly snowman. I stepped out into my backyard, the snow crunching under my boots, and began my task. I rolled the snow into three large balls, stacking them on top of each other to form the classic snowman shape. With a carrot for a nose, coal for eyes, and a playful smile, my creation came to life. I stepped back to admire my work, feeling a sense of satisfaction and joy.

Unbeknownst to me, my activities had caught the attention of Roy, the 18-year-old heartthrob from next door. He had been watching me from his bedroom window, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. Roy had always been a bit of a troublemaker, with his charming smile and flirtatious demeanor. He found the sight of me, a mature and sophisticated woman, playing in the snow irresistibly alluring.

As I finished adding the final touches to my snowman, I heard a voice call out from behind me.

“Hey, Sharon! That snowman looks amazing!”

I turned around to see Roy standing there, his brown hair tousled, and a mischievous grin on his face. His eyes roamed over my body, taking in my tight jeans and the way my thick sweater accentuated my curves. I felt a flutter in my stomach, a mix of surprise and something else I couldn’t quite name.

“Why thank you, Roy,” I replied, feeling a bit flustered. “I thought it would be a fun way to spend the morning.”

“It’s freezing out here,” he said, taking a step closer. “Why don’t you come inside for some hot chocolate? My parents are out of town for the weekend, so I’ve got the place to myself.”

I hesitated for a moment, considering the invitation. I knew Roy was a few years younger than me, but his confident demeanor and the spark of desire in his eyes intrigued me. I decided to accept, curious to see where this unexpected encounter would lead.

“Alright, a hot drink sounds lovely,” I agreed, brushing the snow off my gloves.

We walked side by side into Roy’s house, the warmth of the interior instantly enveloping us. The living room was cozy, with a large fireplace crackling in the corner, casting a warm glow over the room. I removed my coat and gloves, feeling the heat seep into my chilled bones.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Roy said, his voice low and inviting. “I’ll go make the hot chocolate.”

I sat on the plush sofa, the soft fabric caressing my skin, and watched as Roy disappeared into the kitchen. I couldn’t help but admire his lithe, muscular body as he moved, the way his jeans hugged his firm buttocks. There was an air of youthful energy and raw sexuality about him that I found captivating.

He returned moments later with two steaming mugs, the rich aroma of chocolate filling the air. He handed me one and sat beside me, close enough that our thighs touched. I took a sip, the warmth spreading through my body, and felt a tingle of anticipation.

“So, Sharon,” Roy began, his voice husky. “What brings you out in this weather? I’ve never seen anyone so enthusiastic about building a snowman.”

I smiled, feeling a bit self-conscious. “Oh, I just felt like doing something fun and spontaneous. It’s not every day we get such a beautiful snowfall.”

“I can see that you’re a woman who knows how to enjoy life,” he said, his gaze intense. “And I must say, I find that incredibly attractive.”

My heart raced as I realized the direction this conversation was taking. Roy’s boldness and the way he looked at me made me feel desired in a way I hadn’t experienced in a long time. I leaned back into the sofa, feeling the heat from the fire on my face.

“You’re quite the charmer, Roy,” I said, my voice low. “I must admit, I find your youthful energy irresistible.”

His eyes lit up with a mischievous gleam, and he leaned closer, his breath warm on my neck. “I’ve always had a thing for older women, Sharon. They know what they want, and they’re not afraid to go after it.”

I felt a rush of excitement as his words confirmed my suspicions. I turned to face him, our bodies now inches apart. His green eyes held mine, and I could see the desire burning within him.

“And what do you want, Roy?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I want you,” he said, his voice hoarse with want. “I’ve been watching you from my window, fantasizing about this moment. I want to make those fantasies come true.”

His words sent a jolt of pleasure through my body. I had always been one to embrace my desires, and the idea of being wanted by this young, virile man was exhilarating. I placed my hand on his thigh, feeling the hard muscle beneath my touch.

“And I want you, too,” I whispered, my breath quickening. “Right here, right now.”

Without another word, Roy leaned in and captured my lips in a passionate kiss. His mouth was warm and demanding, and I responded eagerly, our tongues dancing in a heated rhythm. His hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts through my sweater, making me gasp into his mouth.

With skilled fingers, he unbuttoned my blouse, revealing my lace bra and the swell of my cleavage. He kissed his way down my neck, leaving a trail of fire on my skin, before taking a nipple into his mouth through the lace. I arched my back, moaning softly as he suckled and teased, his hands now sliding under my sweater to caress my bare skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot. “I want to see all of you.”

I helped him remove my blouse and bra, baring my breasts to his hungry gaze. His eyes darkened with desire as he took in my full, round globes, my nipples already hard and begging for attention. He wasted no time, lowering his head to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking and laving it with his tongue.

“Oh, Roy,” I sighed, running my fingers through his hair. “That feels incredible.”

He switched to the other breast, his hand replacing his mouth on the first, squeezing and kneading, while his tongue and teeth teased the sensitive peak. I squirmed on the sofa, my body on fire, my core throbbing with need.

“I want to taste all of you,” he said, his voice thick with lust.

His words sent a shiver of anticipation through me. I wanted him to taste me, to feel his mouth on my most intimate places. I spread my legs, inviting him to explore, and he eagerly accepted the invitation.

Roy slid down my body, his lips trailing kisses along my stomach, making me quiver with anticipation. He reached my jeans and unbuttoned them slowly, his fingers brushing against my sensitive skin as he slid them down my legs. I lifted my hips to help him, my breath coming in short gasps as I anticipated his touch.

My panties were the last barrier, and he hooked his fingers into the sides, slowly pulling them down, revealing my glistening folds. I was already wet and ready for him, my arousal evident. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of my exposed pussy, before leaning in to inhale my scent.

“You smell so fucking good,” he groaned, his voice hoarse.

He placed a soft kiss on my inner thigh, making me tremble, before finally pressing his mouth to my core. His tongue flicked out, tasting me, and I cried out, my hands gripping the sofa cushions. He licked and sucked, his tongue delving deep into my wetness, finding my sweet spot with ease.

“Oh my God, Roy,” I panted, my hips thrusting involuntarily. “That’s it, right there.”

He continued to lavish attention on my aching clit, his fingers now sliding into my slick heat, stroking and curling, finding all the right spots. I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body on the brink of orgasm, when he suddenly stopped.

“Not yet,” he whispered, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”

I whimpered in protest, my body craving release. He stood and quickly shed his clothes, revealing his toned, youthful body and a thick, erect cock that throbbed with need. He knelt between my spread legs, his eyes locked on mine.

“I want to watch your face as I fuck you,” he said, his voice rough with desire.

With that, he positioned himself at my entrance and slowly pushed inside. I gasped as he filled me, stretching and pleasing me in a way that only a man could. He paused, letting me adjust to his size, before beginning a slow, deliberate rhythm.

He withdrew almost completely before thrusting back in, filling me to the hilt. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders, as he repeated this slow, torturous pace, driving me wild with need.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his eyes never leaving mine. “So tight and wet.”

I matched his rhythm, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts, desperate for more. The fire crackled in the background, the flames dancing over our naked bodies, adding to the erotic atmosphere.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded, his voice thick with lust. “Play with your clit while I fuck you.”

I did as he asked, my fingers finding my swollen bud, circling and rubbing as he pounded into me. The sensations were overwhelming, and I could feel my orgasm building, a coiled spring ready to snap.

“That’s it, Sharon,” he grunted, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. “Come for me, beautiful. Let me see you fall apart.”

His words were the final push I needed. I cried out, my body convulsing around his cock as I climaxed, my juices flowing freely. He continued to thrust, his own release building, until with a final, powerful stroke, he came, filling me with his hot seed.

We collapsed onto the sofa, our bodies still joined, our hearts racing. I looked into his eyes, seeing the satisfaction and desire that mirrored my own.

“That was incredible,” I breathed, stroking his face.

“Just the beginning,” he promised, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “I have so many more fantasies to fulfill with you, Sharon.”

I smiled, feeling a thrill of anticipation. This was just the start of our steamy weekend affair, and I couldn’t wait to explore all the pleasures Roy had in store for me.

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