She was out on her run, letting off some steam—and putting off the things she needed to do at home. She’d rather run… or better still…

Jon came to mind. He'd just gotten back from his overseas trip, and it had been far too long since she felt the kind of pleasure only he could give her.

Since they met about a year ago, her sex life had gone from routine to mind-blowing. Now at 50, she relished the attention of a man younger than her—someone who not only saw her but wanted her. Craved her.

They had met on a dating app. Their first encounter was over coffee after Parkrun—her cheeky nickname for him ever since. From the very first moment, there was something there. He was easy to talk to, good looking, and his body... well, that was a bonus she was happy to explore later.

They kept in contact. His messages quickly took on a flirtatious edge—cheeky comments, suggestive emojis, playful teasing. She loved it. She flirted back, her confidence growing with each exchange.

One morning not long after they'd met, he mentioned he couldn’t sleep. She asked if something was on his mind. His reply made her pussy tingle.

“I’m only human,” he said. “And I'd be happy to take things up a notch.”

That was the green light she’d been hoping for.

They began sharing fantasies—honestly, openly. She discovered they had overlapping tastes. Not just in bed, but in all the deliciously naughty places outside of it, too. Her ex had turned their sex life vanilla over the years, but this... this was chocolate, caramel, whipped cream, and fire.

She was finally free. Free to explore. Free to shine.

Her confidence became magnetic. She knew who she was—a liberated, independent woman who had earned the right to do whatever, whenever, and with whomever she damn well pleased.

Suddenly, she snapped out of her daydream. She was almost home. Her body was pulsing with heat and want. She needed release.

As soon as she walked through the door, she messaged Jon.

"Get over here. Now. The door’s unlocked. You'll find me in the bedroom, ready for you."

She jumped in the shower to wash off the sweat of her run. The water was cool, but her body was anything but. Her skin was tingling, her nipples hard, her pussy already slick and aching for him.

When she stepped out, the towel barely clinging to her curves, her phone buzzed.

"30 minutes," Jon replied.

Perfect.

She laid herself out on the bed, still damp, her towel slipping open as she began stroking herself slowly—teasing her clit, circling her nipples, letting her anticipation build with every breath.

The front door creaked open.

Her heart skipped.

Footsteps padded softly down the hallway.

Then he appeared. His eyes dark with lust as he took her in—wet, ready, legs parted in invitation. No words were needed.

He knelt between her thighs, kissing and biting her inner thighs until she whimpered. Then his mouth was on her—hot, skilled, relentless. His tongue teased, swirled, sucked, and devoured her clit until she was gasping, her hands fisting in the sheets.

Her orgasm crashed over her with a scream, her whole body trembling under his touch. Her swollen pussy pulsed with release, but her hunger hadn’t been fully satisfied.

Not yet.

She pulled him up beside her and whispered, “Your turn.”

Jon leaned back against the headboard, already hard. She loved his cock—thick, smooth, perfect for her mouth.

She slid down, licking the head first, slow and teasing. Then she took him deep, loving the way he groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair. She bobbed her head rhythmically, letting her tongue swirl around him, gagging just a little as he pushed deeper, hitting every sensitive spot she knew made him lose control.

He watched her—eyes hooded with lust—as she devoured him like her favourite dessert.

“Now you lie back,” she said with a smirk.

Jon obeyed instantly, his cock thick and pulsing as she straddled him. She rubbed herself along his length, teasing them both, then slowly lowered herself onto him, inch by inch, until he was deep inside her.

She rolled her hips, taking her time, her hands planted firmly on his hairy chest as she found the rhythm she wanted. He groaned beneath her, his eyes locked on her body as she rode him—confident, powerful, in complete control.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled.

She leaned forward, letting her breasts brush against his face. He took one in his mouth, sucking and biting gently, sending sparks straight to her core.

Then, with a sudden move, she turned around, still on top, and rode him in reverse. Jon's hands gripped her hips as she moved faster, harder, grinding against him until they were both moaning.

He leaned forward and bit her on the butt—playful but possessive.

She gasped and let out a wicked laugh, looking over her shoulder at him. “Naughty boy,” she teased.

His response was to slap her ass lightly, then grip it with both hands, helping her ride him deeper, his cock hitting every perfect spot inside her.

Another orgasm ripped through her—louder, wilder than the first. She cried out as she came, her pussy clenching around him, and that sent him over the edge. Jon let out a deep groan, thrusting up into her as he came hard, filling her.

They collapsed together, breathless, sweaty, satisfied.

She smiled against his chest.

“Welcome home,” she whispered.