"Well, I guess my offer still stands."

Caleb grinned. "Great. Then I accept.". He gazed at me. "You're a master of persuasion."

"I prefer 'mistress of seduction', but OK," I smiled.

"Whatever you want, mistress," said Caleb, grinning again.

I thought. Then I spoke. "Oh, my goodness, I really need to get out of this rut. It's been years since I've hung out with anyone with vibe and creativity, with..." My voice trailed off.

Caleb leaned towards me, mirroring my body language. "Missing your mojo?"

I said nothing but rested my arms on his shoulders.

"Maybe I can help you find it," said Caleb, softly.

"I think you can," I replied. I leaned forward and kissed him. Our lips met, and I felt a sudden hunger for him, to feel him. We parted, as I held his face in my hands. Then I tilted my head back and pulled his head down to bury his face in my cleavage. He inhaled my scent, and quickly kissed down through the valley between my breasts. I reached behind to unclip my bra, then slid the straps off my shoulders and removed my arms from the garment. I tossed it aside. My breasts now free, Caleb hungrily grabbed them, kneading them, pressing them together, his kisses urgent and rapid. YES, I needed this. I grabbed the back of his head, pushing his head against my breasts. I needed his masculinity, needed to feel him desire me. His lips found an areola and sucked greedily. My mouth opened and moaned. I felt his tongue licking the hardening nipple, the tip tantalizing the urgent bud.

Caleb ravished my breasts, giving them his full attention. He lavished hands, mouth and tongue on the other one, quickening my desire, making me ache inside. My hands pawed his back and shoulders as I took my pleasure from this young lover, a lover I'd only met this morning, who had awakened me to what I had been missing.