A Taste for Romance Series

Sixty-five year-old Clarissa has just found out that her husband of over forty years is cheating on her with a younger woman. Desperate for some space, she decides to take a vacation at a popular resort. While sitting by the pool, a beautiful young man engages her in a conversation that seems to suggest he may be interested in more than a casual acquaintance. When the handsome stranger reveals his very particular--and refined--taste in women, what begins as a chance encounter with a boy less than half her age turns into a once in a lifetime opportunity to indulge in a night of wild, uninhibited passion. This steamy 7,000 word erotic story about a mature, older woman and a sexy younger man is filled with graphic and explicit language, including oral sex, cunnilingus, and passionate intercourse.   "I find women your age attractive," he continued. "You know how to take care of yourselves. You're classy. You have style." He paused, looking at her intently. "And you know what you want and how to get it. Not to mention, you know what you're doing." He picked a pack of cigarettes up off the table beside him and shook one out. "Are those good enough reasons, or do you need more?" Is he telling the truth, or is he telling me what I want to hear? "You seem unusually mature for your age," she said, watching him put the cigarette to his lips. "Is that a crime?" "No, but it's uncommon." "I like to think I'm a little less predictable than other men. Do you smoke?" he asked, picking up the lighter. "Not for twenty years," she said, leaning down on her side. She held her head up with her hand and held her drink in the other, watching him. "I don't either. Except when I have sex." Her heart skipped a beat. Well, he's bold, at any rate. "Are you planning on having sex?" "Aren't you?" He took a long drag from the cigarette. She pursed her lips. "You seem awfully confident, considering we've just met." He tapped ashes into the ashtray perched on the arm of the chair. "Clarissa, you're retired, not dead." She froze. "How do you know my name?" He took another sip of his drink and another drag from his cigarette. "I asked the girl running the desk. She wasn't hard to convince." "I bet," she said, taking another drink. "I gave her a twenty and a smile. She's not my type," he said. "Neither is the maid," he said, nodding at the rumpled sheets. "I just don't like being disturbed." Clarissa felt the gin starting to take effect. The warmth in her throat was extending elsewhere, loosening her up. "You're an interesting man," she said. As soon as she said it, she realized it was true. She'd taken him for a male slut, but he was proving to be much more intriguing. And he didn't seem to be digging for money. "That's because I hang around with interesting people," he said, setting his empty glass on the table. He got up from the chair and climbed onto the bed beside her, surprising her, and making her pulse race. "Most of my lovers are successful businesswomen and professionals. CEOs, politicians, doctors, art curators. You don't get those kinds of experiences from sorority girls." "You really get around, don't you?" She wanted to pull away but the smell of his skin held her fast. Citrus. Sandalwood. He didn't smell like a pool anymore. She wanted to taste him. "Clarissa, I'm attracted to older women, I'm not dead," he said, taking the half-empty glass from her hand and setting it on the nightstand. "I have the libido of a young man, I just have better taste in women." He leaned in to kiss her...  

After a torrid night of passion and a romantic day at the beach, sixty-five year old Clarissa realizes that her dirty dalliance with a man less than half her age may turn out to be something more than a one night stand. There's only one problem: she knows nothing about her paramour, not even his name. A meeting with someone from his past and a tense moment during a tropical storm convince her that there's more to this young man than meets the eye. This steamy 6,700 word erotic story about a mature, older woman and a sexy younger man picks up where the first volume leaves off. It is filled with graphic and explicit language, including oral sex, cunnilingus, and passionate intercourse.   The young man led her up over a pile of stone blocks and when they came down the other side her breath caught in her throat. A waterfall, no more than twenty feet high, cascaded between ferns and palm trees into a small emerald pool surrounded by gleaming black rocks. The waterfall was almost enclosed by the short cliff and practically invisible from anywhere else on the beach, affording them a modicum of privacy. The crash of the falls was just loud enough to obscure their voices from others. "It's beautiful," she said, turning to him with a smile. "I come here to think sometimes," he said, leading her by the hand. They walked through the shallow stream leading from the pool to the ocean. The water running over their feet felt crisp and cool, a refreshing change from the hot stone baking under the blaze of the sun. He set her umbrella and towel roll down on a large flat rock and splashed into the pool, ducking his head under the falls and then shaking the water out of his hair with a yelp. He wiped the water out of his eyes and slicked back his hair with his hands, smiling. "Come on," he said, waving her over. "It's warmer than it looks." She climbed down carefully from the rock and slipped into the water. It was lukewarm and came up to her chest. She waded over to him and he embraced her, kissing her on the lips with his open mouth. They stayed like that for a long, delicious minute before she pulled away. "I don't even know your name," she said, blushing apologetically. The romantic setting made her realize that things were getting far too serious for anonymous tom-foolery. He smiled. "I guess you don't," he said, swimming backward, deeper into the pool...