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Am I sick or what?, not a story but a narration

I feel good, I feel guilty, I feel a bit like a pervert!

Let me tell you what happened this weekend I belong to a group of women who meet once a month to wine, cook, chat and in general have a good time. This past Saturday we met for late lunch/ early dinner at one of our friends home.

Her son was spending the weekend at home with a college friend and they were milling about, smooching the food and wine.

Well at some point this kid walks up to me and engages in conversation, he was almost flirty and was carrying on about exercising and whatever, then he suddenly mentioned something about wanting me to be his "personal trainer" One of the girls is a personal trainer and me being a bit on the fluffy side and not athletic at all thought he had me confused and it wasn't till I saw he was looking at me intently and made a comment about being a Milf that I caught on.

He was hitting one me!

I became flustered, looked around, my knees were shaking, this kid was in a group of middle aged women, friends of his buddy's mother and was hitting on me.

He was good looking, and he was ripped, I could not quite understand, there must have been a dozen of girls his age that would have killed to go out with him.

I must have looked nervous because he just looked at me and said "Think about it" turned and moved on.

It was quite an ego boost, and I just saw him from afar the rest of the evening, but when I got home I was really aroused by the conversation.

I had almost forgotten about it when Sunday noon my cell phone rings and this kid is on the line and simply asked "did you think about it?"

OMG, I was not expecting this " I will call you back" I answered and hung up.

I ran to my husband, who I had not told about what had happened the day before and laid it all out.

He just laughed and said "Are you serious? Do you want to do this?' Because if you do I can go to town and run some errands" I bit my lip, My brain said "stupid!", while the throbbing between my thighs said " you want this" Yes I do! I confessed Well have fun and tell me about it I dialed him back, asked him if he knew where I lived and invited him over.

To make a long story short, here I am, not sure what is more swollen, my ego or my pussy.

The details, I guess I can get to latter after I deal with my husband, or write me if you really want to know