Boy Toy and the Tune-up! (continued from Boy Toy Joy)

After my thorough typical investigation, including checking up on him with a mutual friend, Boy Toy and I decided to give this FWB thing a go.  Boy Toy did not disappoint…juicy soft lips, big strapping man and by big, yeah I mean thick…in a good kind of way.  He also had a strong libido coupled with youthful stamina which meant little recuperation before we could go again.  While Boy Toy and I usually spent at least a couple hours together, I have said I’ve yet to meet anyone that can give me enough sex to where I am actually okay with stopping for the day, but he was close.  No, I’m not a nymphomaniac…well, at least I don’t think I am.  I’ve just years of lost time to make up! 

As a case in point, according to the Kinsey Institute, the ‘average’ woman my age (even one who didn’t have sex until age 23), should have had sex around 1808 times.  Oh how I wish…actually, I wish it were more!  I’ve done a rough estimate using their age ranges and estimates based on my marriage which likely resulted in 514 rolls in the hay.   I’m pretty sure that number is VERY generous…It didn’t feel like anywhere near that number even over 19 years.  Since I’ve been single, I’ve had a roll in the hay 34 times…yep, just 36 and NO that is not with 36 different men…not even close!  Thankfully, the men have been good to me and I’ve more than quadrupled that if I were counting orgasms.  So any of you who wonder why I am still insatiable, well, I’m way, way, way behind the rest of you!

So Boy Toy and I had our share of fun and I definitely had the best shower sex ever with him when he met me straight from work one day.  We met at a hotel, he walked in and pushed me against the door with a hungry kiss.  I had the shower already running….after 25 minutes of soap-slathering, warm water-raining, senses-awakening fun, we finally cooled off.  Well, not for very long…there was a bed calling our names after-all. 

As it turned out, Boy Toy decided to revisit an old relationship not too long after we met, so we said ended our ‘friendship’.  In short order, I met “the one who ran away” and out of respect for each other and anyone we are interested in, Boy Toy and I have an agreement not to contact each other if we are seeing others.  I can honestly say, while both of us would be upset if some tragedy befell the other, as we would any friend, we have had absolutely no emotional entanglements on either side.  This is why it worked. 

However, a few months later, we found ourselves both single again and decided to meet up.   This was many months ago and because he had a first date that night, we knew it was likely a one-time thing.   Boy Toy and I had enjoyed sexting… even though I’m not visual, he was a master at making a steamy shower video of himself.  We often sexted out what we would like to happen when we know we will see each other again, talking about a scene and then making it come true.  Such was our final and most memorable.

It was a hot July day and he would be at a friends’ garage working on his truck.    Come on girls, you know that alone is hot!  His friends’ garage is down a country highway with a medium amount of traffic that you can see from the garage itself.  His friend was out of town.   Not only was the garage door wide open when I arrived, but there was a huge picture window on the back side of it that faced a beautiful field that was surrounded by a wooded area.   

Boy Toy had told me exactly what he would like to happen when I visited him that day…what I should wear and what he would do to me and I to him.  He requested a short skirt, garter belt, nylons with French seams, high heels, sexy bra and a low cut shirt.  I aim to please, so of course, that’s exactly what I wore.   While I looked hot, even at 10a it was almost 90 degrees out that day.  I was literally hot, too.

When I arrived, remember I hadn’t seen him in a few months, we exchanged a hello and then some kisses.  I have to admit I find sex outside of a bedroom a complete thrill.  I call it semi-public because the changes of being discovered are very slim…but they’re still there.  Anyone of these good ole country boy types could have seen someone was working there and stopped by to visit…we do that in the south.  And in my mind, I’m sure there were little forest animals watching us through that window.  Even though no one caught us, the thought of it (and yes I would be embarrassed) elevates my arousal and excites just that much more. 

Boy Toy cleverly had the hood raised which not only allowed him to work on the car (grin), but also hid us from the street.   For some reason we never felt the need to be quiet and while I held on to the helm of the truck with him holding on to me, we played out some of the scenes he sexted to me.   One thing about having this sort of “friend” is that it can just be down and dirty, quick and unassuming.  Even so, while he displayed his long-lasting, youthful stamina as I held on to his truck with our nearly bare backs facing that beautiful meadow, it was damn near perfect.  Well, except for the horsefly who bit me part of the way through.   And I got a run in my nylons.  

Oh Well…that’s just the price of down and dirty sex in the great outdoors, or outdoor garages anyway, but it’s worth it.   Nylons can be replaced, bug bites heal but memories of that crazy sex you had in a garage on a hot July day…that stays with you forever, or at least until you’ve made up for all that lost time and the memories all run together.   Only 1258 more to go! 

Boy Toy Joy!

Before I was a midlife single gal, I believed what they portrayed on TV about Cougars.  I was under the belief that Cougars preferred younger men so the arm candy would raise their social status and that it was usually some sort of higher form of prostitution.  The young man did favors…those of a sexual nature and otherwise…in exchange for a comfortable life while he chased his own dreams without the weight of his own financial obligations.  That’s mostly what we see on TV anyway.

It wasn’t long before I was dating again that I realized this was all wrong.  For every one man my age who has approached me online or in person, I’ve been approached by an equal number of men 10-25 years my junior.  I constantly hear from young college boys who say they just aren’t into girls their age or they want to be with an experienced woman.  Cynics say that younger men see older women as easy and that is likely true of some of them.   I think most young guys realize that we know a thing or two in the bedroom and they want to experience what it’s like to be with a woman who is comfortable with her sexuality.   For me, there is still such a thing as too young, no matter the reason.

My little journey with my Boy Toy wasn’t entirely intentional, well, I was looking for a play thing, but not one so much younger than I.  I have long bragged about midlife men being such amazing lovers because they aren’t in a hurry, they have learned how to please a woman (hopefully)and they’ve learned to gain utter pleasure by experiencing their woman’s pleasure.  So honestly, I was quite happy with my previous similar-aged lovers.

My path to Boy Toy all started when I was bored one day.  Despite all the crazy stories in the news, I’ve had great success on finding some real quality men on the craigslist personals.  If you read my blog about my first date in 20 years, you know I stumbled upon dating again after looking for a desk on craigslist, so sometimes you have to return to your roots.  Now, I purposefully stay away from the casual encounters section…well, unless I’m trying to entertain myself…you can’t make that shit up!  I had run several ads in the relationship section, as well as the strictly platonic section, too.  However, I always sorta wondered when I would read the casual sex ads just WHO would answer them? 

Just to give you an example of one of my favorite ads, which was quietly nestled between men looking for lactating women or lunch time cheaters, I found an ad I still laugh about today.  It was for a man offering to orally please a woman with nothing expected in return.  He said to leave the door unlocked and email directions to the bedroom.  He would enter the room and the foot of the bed, make you have an orgasm and then leave…but oh yeah, please leave milk and cookies on the nightstand!  My friends and I have countless milk and cookies jokes from this.  This guy was like a Santa of a different mindset I guess…still giving gifts, but enjoying a snack for his trouble!   See…you can’t make this shit up!

So back to my bored Wednesday…I decided I would run an ad just to see how men replied.  I had a feeling I would be inundated with penis pictures and lewd promises but actually, I only got one such picture and not really any lewd emails, just men bragging so I would choose them.  Honestly, I had no idea if I would reply to even one….I was just curious, and of course, bored.  I’m like that if you haven’t figured it out by now. ..ever-curious of midlife dating in all forms and fashions!

Here’s the Ad:

“Do you know your way around a woman’s body?  Are you fond of long slow kisses and not thinking of rushing to the next thing but enjoying the moment?  Would you like a woman that enjoys sex and is an enthusiastic, expressive partner who is as into your pleasure as her own?  Then please apply here.” 

It went on to say you had to have a job, not be married, enjoy sexting and have some available time.  It said to NOT send a pic of your ‘finer parts’ and that I wouldn’t have sex with them until I had met them a few times and trusted them.

Actually most of the men who replied seemed fairly decent.   I had three I talked to a bit and decided I would meet.  One of them asked me out for that Friday night…we can call him “close call” as I think he really was a scumbag, but both of my girlfriends liked him the best when we were going through the replies.  However, two hours before the date, he told me had a problem at work and was going to have to reschedule.  He tried for the following night but I was seeing Timid Tom on Saturday and told him that Tom was leading in my search so I would likely have the position filled once I met him anyway.   I had also been talking to Boy Toy, but because of his age, I hadn’t agreed to meet up with him just yet.  So when “close call” cancelled, I asked Boy Toy if could meet me later and he agreed! 

Close Call ended up texting me…from home…at the exact time we were supposed to meet asking me to come to his house and have sex with him.  I said, dude, you have not been paying attention.  Obviously, I never would meet him, but he still texts me every couple of months and tries again.  Shameful.   Timid Tom will be for another blog perhaps…back to Boy Toy.

We met up at a Mexican restaurant.  Boy Toy was a big strapping young man who had played football in high school, went on to be in the coast guard and was now a welder.  Girls…if you’re looking for a friend with benefits only, getting a man who is good with his hands should definitely be at the top of your wish list!  

We had a great chat and it wasn’t long before I wished I could take the table between us and throw it to the side, straddle his lap and kiss him!  There was palpable chemistry.   Of course I didn’t do that but it would have been fun!  We finished our drinks and he walked me to my Mini-van, god I hated that thing (actually Timid Tom helped me get rid of it, thankfully!)  Leaning against my mommy van, he gave me some amazingly raw kisses with these soft and pillowy lips of his.  Oh yes…he was definitely friends with benefits material and I was content to choose him for the job. 

Although I didn’t know it just yet, Boy Toy is the one man I’ve met so far who has a stronger sex drive than I do…and just how much younger is he?  I thought it was only 9 years, only to find out a few weeks later he was actually 12 years younger!   He didn’t lie about his age, I just misremembered when reading those 200+ emails I got from my ad.  As the kisses deepened and his arousal pressed up against me while I was splayed against my mini-van door,   there was no denying we were going to be a good sexual chemistry match!  My bored Wednesday experiment had just exploded into a fireball of passion…to find out more about some of our sexcapades…tune in for my next blog!