Sage wiped the sweat from her forehead as she surveyed the trays of cookies laid out on the table before her. Peanut butter blossoms, chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin – she had spent all morning baking, determined to make a strong showing at her grandson Timmy’s school bake sale.

As parents and teachers began filtering in, Sage plastered on a warm smile. “Cookies! Fresh-baked cookies, a dollar apiece or six for five dollars!” she called out.

A tall figure caught her eye – a handsome young man, probably not much older than her youngest son. He had chiseled features and twinkling blue eyes that met hers as he approached the table with a warm grin.

“Wow, these smell amazing,” he said, inhaling deeply. “I’m Mr. Reynolds, the 3rd grade teacher. Are you Timmy’s grandma?”

“Guilty as charged,” Sage replied with a wink. “I’m Sage. It’s nice to meet you.”

They chatted for a bit, Mr. Reynolds complimenting her on her baking skills as he purchased a half-dozen cookies. Sage found herself gazing into his handsome face, pulse quickening. When was the last time a man this age had flirted with her?

The morning flew by in a blur of cookie sales and parent chatter. As the bake sale wound down, Sage packed up the few remaining treats.

“I should probably get going,” she said to Mr. Reynolds, who lingered by the table. “Break time is almost over.”

He leaned in close, eyes smoldering. “I’d love to taste your cookies in private sometime,” he said, voice low and smooth as honey. “Would you be interested?”

Sage’s breath caught in her throat. “Oh I’d be very interested,” she purred, pulse roaring in her ears.

They made quick plans to meet for coffee next week before parting ways, Sage’s mind reeling. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this excited, this wanted.

The following Wednesday, Sage pulled up to the coffee shop, heart hammering her ribs. She spotted Mr. Reynolds through the window and took a deep breath, smoothing her skirt.

He stood to greet her, pulling her into a searing kiss right there in the doorway. Sage melted against him, hands roaming as he backed her into a quiet corner.

“Your place,” he growled, nipping at her pulse point. “Now.” Sage could only nod frantically, fumbling for her keys as they hurried to her car.

They barely made it inside before he was on her, kisses hungry and urgent as they tore at each other’s clothes. Sage gasped as he hoisted her onto the kitchen counter, strong hands cupping her ass. He flicked a thumb over her stiff nipple, making her buck and moan.

“It’s been so long,” Sage panted, arching into his touch. “I need you.”

He smiled, wicked and full of promise. “I’ll give you exactly what you need, Sage. All of it.”

It was nearly an hour later when Mr. Reynolds, still hard inside her, chuckled and said “I’ve never fucked a grandmother before.” Sage rolled her eyes. “I am not your typical grandma,” she retorted with a grin. “Anything goes with me.”

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