Older woman younger man Stories

Anna hated to see summer end. In a week or two there would be no more afternoons by the pool. Her boy toy from down the street would be going back to college in just a few days. Her tan lines would soon fade and along with them the lingering flavor of a young man’s spunk on the back of her tongue. Anna sipped her coffee and sighed. “Well, there’s always skiing… and ski instructors,” she thought to herself as she smiled at...