When I come home from work to find my nineteen-year-old stud of a window-cleaner busy lathering the glass at the back of my house, I can't help but take a moment to drink him in.
He's half my age but a woman can fantasize. I start to get carried away and soon I'm toying with myself as he soaps the window, oblivious to my increasing nudity.
When he finally catches me I'm leaving very little to his imagination and he shows me in no uncertain terms that he's ready for me. I open the window and claim my prize, then I invite him inside for dessert. Read about his hot finish in this age-gap, cougar fantasy.
