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‘Okay. Let's do this,' I encouraged myself as I left my apartment for a date with destiny. Not that I actually wanted a date with destiny, but the young man my sights and lust were clearly set on. Zac Armstrong, the local college's star basketball player.

It all began several weeks ago when, upon hearing the distant sound of a ball being bounced on the asphalt below my apartment, I went over to my lounge window and peered outside.

There, on the court below, was the young man I came to know as Zac Armstrong. He stood at over six feet tall as he moved around, bounced the ball and shot hoops, quite athletic and welcome eye-candy for this 30-something milf as men of his age see women of mine, despite my being single, well, divorced in truth.

Yes, ever since then, whenever I heard that sound, I would stop what it was I was doing and make my way towards the window.

More recently, though, my footfalls have been more hurried, while I even moved the sofa so that the back was against the wall below the window. I would then kneel up on it with my left arm on the back of the armrest as I gazed down on the court and Zac, my right hand somewhat busy inside my warm, soon-to-be damp, thong.

In the end, I just had to have him, or at least try, get his attention towards me and see how it went, head full of the most dirty decadent images of our naked bodies fused together by his big long cock, which I so hoped it would be, and in keeping with his height.

It was several minutes before he was due to arrive, the exact same time on each occasion. I had taken a book with me to read and sat on a wall, poised ready for my plan.

"Hello," he said with a smile.

I chose to ignore him, not playing hard to get, as such, and continued to read my book, or so it appeared. I had on a pair of sunglasses and they hid my line of vision, which was aimed directly at the hunk before me.

As I watched him bounce the ball and move around, I felt my pussy flood with arousal as I became moist between my legs. I shivered when my nipples firmed-up and tingled and again when my clit began to throb. It seemed more out of excitement than anticipation as to my plan to seduce Zac.

With his back to me, my arm folded as I pretended to read my book, an erotic novel, naturally, I pulled at my skirt, raising it up a few inches and waited.

For some reason, probably wanting to get my attention, he bounced the ball from one hand to the other off the court's surface.

I managed to conceal the smile that threatened to betray me, and then it happened. His concentration had been broken and the ball bounced of its own accord before stopping.

"See something you like!" I said nonchalantly while exaggerating my accent. In doing so, I dropped the book with one hand and raised my shades with the other. Thankfully, when I opened my legs two more inches, my skirt remained where I'd temptingly positioned it.

The poor boy stood speechless, eyes brown and bulging, mouth agape as he took in the splendour of my naked shaved pussy.

"You're not," was all he managed to eventually say.

"You noticed," I teased before doing a Sharon Stone, crossing and uncrossing my legs, Zac's eyes studiously following my every tantalising, tempting move.

I wiggled my hips a little and felt the delicious sensation of my pussy lips lightly touching. My clit filled with blood as I so wished he would come closer, enough to lick my pussy right there and then.

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