I can't unhook myself

Will you please help me, she coyly asked to her young tenant

He was zapped

Open mouthed

He stood rooted

She was the woman

He fiercely desired 

The attraction, undeniably mutual 

Yet, he refrained from making overtures

For he felt intimidated

Such was her sensual aura

But today without any prelude

She invited him

To her sanctum of darkness

With shivering hands

While he grappled with the hooks 

Of her simmering modesty

She pushed him on the bed

And mounted his inexperienced phallus

And the story begins

When her husband leaves for office.

©LR