Clover Cox
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Clover
HIS OLDER WOMAN
Man Feminized by a MILF
Clover Cox
CHAPTER 1
Carolyn was in a taxi on the way home from the airport. She’d spent the past two years in Spain focusing on her artwork, but she missed being home. When she first left for her trip, she thought she might never return to the United States, but some of her best work had been done at her house in East Ridgewood. It was a gorgeous home built around the turn of the century, and she’d had it completely restored. Her studio overlooked the garden in the backyard, and no matter where she went in Spain, her heart was never whole there.
“It’s the next right,” she said to the taxi driver as they arrived in her neighborhood. Being back felt right. Her body relaxed rapidly when they turned onto her street. “It’s the first house on the left up there.”
The driver nodded and pulled over to the curb. Carolyn slipped her phone into her purse and waited for the man to open the door for her and get her suitcases out of the trunk. She glanced around at the street she’d left behind for a chance at something new, and as fun as it was dancing flamenco near the beach, there was no place like home.
“Thank you, sir. Here you go,” she said and passed the taxi driver a twenty after he’d carried her luggage to the door. “They’ll charge me for the rest on the app, right?”
“That’s correct. Thank you.” He tilted his head and left.
Carolyn sighed as she turned towards her door. She glanced at the house next door. They’d converted it into apartments for the nearby university, and there was a man she knew who lived there. One who used to come over when they were bored and there was nothing better to do, but she shook away the thoughts as soon as they came. There was no way that John still lived there. She’d been gone for two years.
She took a deep breath when she stepped inside. The windows desperately needed to be opened, so she went around the house and opened every window. It was a splendid early spring morning, and she didn’t mind a bit of cool air. She dropped off her bags in her bedroom and walked around the house more slowly, admiring her home through changed eyes.
The last stop was her studio upstairs. She knew she’d made the right decision when she saw her easel sitting by the window. It was almost as though she’d never left as she walked over to her chair. She smiled when she sat, running her fingers along the edge of the seat. Carolyn had a few blank canvases sitting in the corner, and a basket of oils next to them. She had an itch to paint a scene of the backyard. She wanted to capture what it felt like to be home for the first time after two years away, so she turned on some music and got to work.
Carolyn chose a small canvas so that she could finish her painting in one go, moving her brush across the canvas with ease. She smiled to herself as she stared out of the window. Each plant and tree looked different, and as much as she tried, she couldn’t help looking over at the neighboring yard. John’s yard. She captured the fence and random sports equipment strewn across their yard.
When she first saw the boys playing ball in the backyard, she set up a Tinder account and matched with John that very night. They got to chatting and had a lot in common. He was working as a server at a restaurant nearby and studied business at Ridgewood University. He had ambitions to own his own chain of restaurants. His father worked in an office his entire life, and that wasn’t for him. He loved the celebratory aspect of restaurants. He also liked the schedule and was after anything that wouldn’t keep him chained to a desk.
Carolyn thought back to their lovemaking sessions as she painted the scene of their backyards. She squeezed her legs together, wishing that she’d met more men in Spain, but a few bad boyfriends had turned her off men within a few months. In fact, nothing went to plan in Europe. She visited museums every day of the week, read novels in the afternoon in her gorgeous rentals, and sipped coffee in picturesque cafes in the evening. Despite living a fantasy life, she often didn’t feel inspired. Some of her worst work had been done in Spain, but looking at this scene of their backyards had her feeling hopeful. Each brush was vibrating with emotion, and the colors were blending together effortlessly. She was feeling on top of the world, and then everything came crashing down.
It was him.
John.
He stepped into the backyard with a bag of garbage in his hand and walked it to the dumpster in the alleyway behind their homes. Carolyn couldn’t believe it, and she couldn’t take her eyes off him. He was even more gorgeous than she remembered. He still had a baby face in her eyes, but it’d hardened some. He must have been twenty-five. Had he graduated? What was he still doing living in the house?
Questions swirled around in her mind as she stood by the window to get a better look at him, and that was when he looked up at her. She gasped and jumped away from the window, but it was too late. He’d seen her. She cursed under her breath. She pranced around the room as she tried to calm herself, but it was no use. Her doorbell rang seconds later.
What was he doing?
She wasn’t ready to see him!
Her heart raced as the doorbell rang again. She couldn’t ignore him, but she wasn’t ready. The doorbell rang three more times. Damn, boy! “Coming!” she yelled. She was pissed that he was surprising her like this, but beneath all that was a tingly, excited feeling she hadn’t felt in ages.
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