Her Craving for a Young Lover

By Emma Jones

"She gave herself a jolt and slowly began to unbutton her blouse: "Sometimes chance comes to your aid, doesn't it, Markus?" she now addressed him directly, "I've been looking at me for a long time, so the wet blouse is a good opportunity to show you something of what you would like to see, or am I wrong, Markus?" This time she had deliberately showered him, but Markus just stared spellbound at her upper body. A perfect décolleté appeared to him, two medium-sized breasts, which were slightly pushed upwards by the fine lace fabric, so that a small furrow between the hills was created. The fabric was cut so tightly that Markus could even see the upper half of the darker areths, while the nipples were just covered."

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Emma Jones
• Release date: Nov 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005171674

Emma Jones

I am a freelance erotic writer who loves writing stories under various genres of erotica

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Her Craving for a Young Lover

By Emma Jones

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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old or above. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 1

Gesine could well be satisfied with her life: she had a husband with whom she got along well, no economic worries and two children who were out of the woods and largely independent. Incidentally, she had managed to move up in the company where she had been working for more than 20 years and to get one of the coveted positions directly below the management. What went over her desk had been painstakingly put together by others after she had placed the order for it. She then examined and decided on most matters independently and returned them for execution to the subordinates, who then had the main work. She herself had been responsible for these time-consuming activities for several years, now she only had to conduct, check and sign individual customer discussions or inform the management for the very large orders and obtain their signature. In the meantime, she had more than regular working hours and enjoyed the fruits of her previous working life.

Yes, Gesine had made it and could have looked calmly into the future, if there had not been this inner restlessness that arises with some people when they have everything and everything runs smoothly. Until now, Gesine had always had a goal in mind that she wanted to achieve, for which it was worthwhile to live and work. Now one day was like the other for a long time, the inconveniences of everyday life had to be bathed by others, the few special events and their very personal successes had become more or less a self-evident routine. Gesine was a beautiful woman who was hungry for life, and although it looked to outsiders as if her table was richly set, her inner hunger remained more and more unquenched.

It was a matter of course in her position and also in her character that she always appeared to work more than accurately and chicly dressed, either in a business costume or sometimes in a feminine suit, but most of the time she showed her fantastic legs, wrapped in noble nylons and ending in equally noble pumps, and it did her good that she could conceal the traces of age well in this way. At the age of 52, she could still clearly feel the covetous glances of the men when she had to leave her desk and walk through the other rooms of the company. And it was truly not only the old gentlemen of the management, but also the young employees who pulled them out in their thoughts and laid them flat. In all these years, such glances had only caused a smile and inner confirmation in Gesine, she had been far too busy with herself. But now, as if by itself, other thoughts crept into her head: What if she were to choose one of these young stallions as a lover, could that remedy her boredom?

Of course, when she first caught herself thinking about such a thought, she immediately brushed it aside. She had