When is a MILF is the Most Horny?

After a shower.

Melissa works and also takes care of her family. She doesn't have much time for herself. She has told me this makes her sometimes forget how to feel like a woman. She's on the go from sunrise to sunset and beyond and by the time she gets to the privacy of her bedroom, she just wants to put on comfortable pajamas and go to sleep. This is a big reason why her marriage failed.

But there comes those rare moments when Melissa starts to feel things again. She gets to exhale in a quiet, empty house and take a hot bath while listening to Michael Buble. That is when she admitted in the privacy of an intimate conversation that she gets turned on.

So when she texted me last weekend that the k**s were out and she was going to take a bath, I replied "Enjoy!" and then headed straight to her house. She was wrapped in a towel on her bed, waiting for me.


Of course I fucked her, man. How could you not fuck her? Look at those eyes. Look at her nipples. Everything about her was begging to be taken, to feel like a woman. I don't think I even said a word when I walked into her room. She just looked at me while Buble was still crooning from her bathroom speakers. The towel didn't last long.


Melissa was well into her 40s. Grown k**s. A good career. Well-to-do financially. She didn't need a man in her life. Not one who was going to complicate shit. But she did like the college guy she met by chance and the way he looked at her. She liked how tall he was, how he was quiet, yet very self-assured. How all she could wonder is if his hands are as big as they were, just how big was his . . .?

So when he came up with a reason to text her about something, she willfully gave him her number. They started texting often and she began to confide in him. He never asked for anything, never came on to her. He just listened and replied. He knew how to make her smile. He knew how to motivate her. It didn't take long before she thought about him often. That's when the conversation came to sex. That's when he made the passing comment that he's at his best in the morning. Biggest? she wondered. He replied that he doesn't want to be one of those guys who says his cock is big so he will just say that mornings are when he's the most horny. He then wondered if that will work against him since most people have sex at night.

Melissa adored him at this point. He was so innocent and honest and yet really smart and thoughtful. So when he asked her when she was at her peak of sexuality, she told him, "after a bath." She told him there's something about a bath that makes my body just want it badly. But unfortunately she only takes a bath when no one is home, so those feelings go to waste.

They laughed. But he filed that one away for future reference.

So when she texted him that Saturday to check in on him and he asked what she was doing that day, she made sure to be specific. "Alone for a few hours so I think it's a good time for a bath." He said "Enjoy" but was already grabbing his keys. He remembered how she said she never locks the back door. He went in through the side gate with a racing heart and a hope that he was reading her correctly.

Now here he was, in her bedroom, as the towel slipped off her body.


Notice she shaved for me?

I pulled off my hoodie and stepped out of my sweatpants. My erection was already bobbing up and down as I walked toward the bed. Melissa just moved onto the bed and smiled.


I learned two things that day:

1. Melissa was not lying about being horny after a bath.

2. I'm not at my best only in the morning.

Oh and one other thing:

I love fucking older women.