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At fifty, Darcy supposed she'd led a good life. She'd had two beautiful children who were now grown and out in the world living their own lives, she had a nice job as the Vice Headmistress at a prestigious high school and, even though the divorce with her husband had been hard, that had been a good ten years ago and she was past it now. Mostly.

Overall, Darcy was happy with the life she'd lived. Except, as she grew older, the pang of loneliness couldn't help but grow. No husband, no kids, every day coming home to an empty house? She thought about getting a pet but she wanted more. She wanted someone to have an actual conversation with. So, remembering she had an empty room that was once her sons' bedroom, she posted an ad online looking for renters. Someone to stave off the loneliness and a little extra spending money from the rent? Didn't sound so bad to her. And when she found someone, she realised how good of an idea it really was.

Travis was a handsome young man, a well built white stallion with a blond mane that seemed to shimmer in the sun. He looked like a prince out of one of those fairytales Darcy's mother used to read her when she was a fawn. Only he probably had more impressive abs. Seriously, you could grate cheese on those things.

But Darcy tried not to perv on her new tenant too much. He was only twenty-four, after all, just a year younger than her twin boys. It felt weird to stare at someone young enough to be her son as he cut the grass in nothing but a pair of shorts, sweat dripping down his bare chiseled chest. But Darcy was a weak and sometimes just couldn't help herself. She was still a woman, after all.

Darcy bit her lip as she stared at him through the kitchen window. Her yard wasn't that large but cutting it was still hot work, made evident by the way his muscles flex as he pushed the lawnmower, only stopping briefly to wipe sweat from his forehead with the back of a large hand. Being the nice landlady she was, she decided to take him out a nice tall glass of orange juice with ice. Yes, to be nice, not to get a closer look at that chest of his. So, in her best floral sun dress that she wore because of the heat and not because Travis complimented it once, she went outside with glass in hand.

"My, haven't you been working hard? Almost done?" she asked as he walked up to the man just as he switched off the machine.

"I'll take the weed wacker to a few spots later but, overall, yeah, I'd say I'm done," he said as he gave her a big smile that made her heart melt. "Oh, is that for me?" he asked, motioning towards the glass.

With her own goofy grin she handed it to him and said, "Yes, well, I thought you might be thirsty after all that work." She knew she sure was.

He lifted the glass to his lips and began gulping down, Darcy's eyes glued to the bobbing of his Adam's apple. In what felt like seconds the glass was empty, the ice sitting at the bottom not even having the time to melt.

"Wow, that hit the spot. Thanks, Mrs. Smith," he said with a satisfied sigh.

"We've been over this Travis. Please, just call me Darcy."

"Sorry, Darcy. I grew up in a really polite household and some habits are just hard to break."

"Wish my sons were as polite as you. Even getting them to say please and thank you was a mission," she said with light laughter. Then, looking around the yard, she added, "I'd say it's done already but if you really want to do more then maybe leave it until tomorrow? It's getting late and you look positively exhausted."

"I mean, if it's okay..."

"I insist. Now, come inside and get cleaned up. I'm going to start dinner soon and I don't want you getting grass and dirt over everything."

"All right, I'll just put the lawnmower away and I'll be right in," he said giving her a wink that brought a colour to the old doe's cheeks that she really hoped he didn't notice. She mumbled a thank you before turning tail and heading back inside, swearing she heard Travis laughing after her.

Travis was a good boy. Doing yard work wasn't in his contract but when he saw Darcy struggling to pull weeds one day, he offered to do anything in the garden she needed. While hesitant to take him up on his offer, he'd only just moved in and she didn't know him all that well at the time, but, not being a young doe anymore, she did eventually take him up on his offer. Her aching, old muscles could then breath a sigh of relief.

Old. Was fifty old? She didn't think so but her husband would say otherwise. Hell, he left her at forty for his secretary who was the same as as Travis was now. What a cliche. She sometimes wondered if he'd leave her for someone else when she hit forty but what young thing would have his crusty old arse by then?

Darcy often thought about getting in the dating saddle again. After her husband left, she chose to focus on other things like hobbies and her boys. But they were gone now and she could only knit so many sweaters before she got bored. But dating at her age wasn't easy. Maybe she was old? Too old for love. Most men her age were already married, anyway.

"Mrs. Smith? Is something wrong?"

Darcy looked up from her plate at Travis from across the dining room table. She gave him a forced smile as she said, "Sorry I'm a little quiet this evening. I just have a lot on my mind." She chose to ignore him going back to the title of Mrs. Smith.

"Wanna talk about it?" He gave her a smile so sincere that she couldn't help but give him one of her own.

"Honestly, it's silly. Remember how I told you I was divorced? I was just thinking about my ex."

"Why? You want to get back with him?" He sounded almost hurt when he said it. Strange.

"Dear God, no. I was more thinking about how maybe I should start dating again. But for a woman my age I don't see that being easy."

"Please, you're gorgeous. A doe like you should find a stag no problem. Or, you know, any other race of guy."

"You really know how to flatter an old woman," Darcy said, her cheeks turning an impressive red.

"You're not old. You're mature like a fine wine."

While Darcy was trying her best not to giggle like a school girl, unable to remember the last time such a handsome young man had given her a compliment. Travis, seemingly able to pick up on her giddiness, said, "I'm being serious. You're gorgeous and your husband was an idiot for leaving. I know I've only lived here six months but they've been some of the most amazing times of my life and it's all because of you, Mrs. Smith."

He then reached a hand over to place on hers, a gentle smile gracing his lips. He rubbed a thumb gently over her knuckles as he added, "You know, you're right, calling you Mrs. Smith really isn't the way to go. I mean, you're not even married anymore."

"Y-yeah, I'm not," she said, your gaze locked on Travis' hand over hers.

"It's a real shame you're single, might I add? I know I'd do anything to have someone like you on my arm."

"Travis, what are you..." Darcy bit her lip. This wasn't going where she thought it was going, was it? It couldn't be, no way. She couldn't believe someone like Travis could ever be interested in someone like her.

"I don't have much," he continued, "I moved in here because there weren't many prospects for a high school dropout like me. Can't afford my own place on the burger flipper salary I have. But you let me live here for so cheap and, honestly, I don't think I could ever truly thank you for that. You're kind and pretty and just so downright amazing."

"Travis, please, you're making me blush," Darcy said as her cheeks grew ten different shades of red.

He looked a little nervous at his next words but, with a sigh, he said, "The thing is, Darcy, I was wondering if you'd want to go out with me?"

Without thinking, Darcy immediately pulled her hand away. The look of absolute hurt Travis gave her broke her heart but, really, what was he thinking? She was his landlady and old enough to be his mother! Their meals were done so she gathered up the empty plates and glasses and hurried off to the kitchen, dumping them into the sink with more force than she really needed to. It was a miracle nothing broke.

"I can do the dishes if you want."

She hadn't noticed Travis had followed her and, nearly jumping out of her skin, she spun around, almost crashing into the stallion that had decided to stand right behind her. "Oh, Travis, you startled me," she said in a meek voice, still in shock from what he'd said earlier.

Awkwardly scratching the back of his head, he said, "Listen, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to spring something like that on you. You're not gonna kick me out, are you?"

Darcy shot him a glare. "You really think I'd put you out on the streets over something like that?"

"Well, no, but...I dunno. I'm just scared. I don't want things to get awkward between us because I have feelings for you."

"You just have a simple crush. Believe me, it'll go away soon enough." Her own words hurt but who was she kidding? She knew that, much like her ex, he'd soon grow bored with her and find someone else.

Then, he kissed her.

Darcy's eyes grew wide as she froze, her mind ready to blow. Travis was kissing her. He was actually kissing her. It then took another moment for her to register that she wasn't frozen anymore and was kissing him back.

His hands found her hips as her arms slung around his neck. The kiss was chaste at first but Darcy soon felt herself wanting more. She slid her tongue along Travis' bottom lip, asking for entrance, it turning out the young stallion was more than happy to give it to her. He pulled her in close as the kiss grew more heated, Darcy growing shocked when she felt something hard press against her hip. Was this guy really getting a boner from just a simple kiss? She now knew that at the very least he was being honest about his attraction toward her.

When the kiss finally broke, Travis looked down at her with lust full eyes and said, "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that."

"Since the first day you met me?" Darcy meant it as a joke but the embarrassed look Travis gave her said otherwise. "Are you serious?"

"Have you not been paying any attention to how beautiful I've been saying you are?" Travis said with a nervous laugh.

"At the very least I know one part of you that definitely finds me attractive," Darcy said as she slid a leg inbetween Travis' to press a thigh against his growing erection.

"Well, that's embarrassing," Travis said with an awkward chuckle.

"Oh, believe me, there is absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact, if you don't find me forward..." With all her inhibitions thrown out the window, Darcy pressed her leg even harsher against Travis' groin, making the man grunt as his hold in her hips grew tighter.

"Come on, Darcy, you can't tease a man like that," he said, sounding genuinely pained.

With a small laugh, she leaned up and whispered into his ear, "Who's teasing?"

Much to his surprise she then fell to her knees, her hands finding their way to the button on his shorts, popping it before slowly dragging down his zipper. It was then she found the stallion wasn't the biggest fan of underwear as his cock immediately sprang free, nearly smacking her on the snout.

"Oh, my," was all Darcy was able to say as she stared at the monster now right in front of her face. He'd felt a little on the big side when she'd pressed against him but that incident had done the man no favours. Licking her lips, she couldn't wait to give him a taste.

"Uh, D-Darcy? What're you doing?" Travis asked, Darcy smiling as she heard the hitch in his voice.

"I'm paying you back for being such a hard worker in the garden earlier."

She lowered his shorts a little so that both his cock and balls were a bit more freedom. Like a typical horse, everything was massive about him and she couldn't help the way she moaned just by looking at him. Damn, if he wasn't impressive. Where would she even begin? Licking her lips, she decided his balls would be a nice start.

She leaned in and pressed her tongue flat to the bottom of his sack before slowly dragging it upwards to cover as much of the surface as she could. As she continued to lap at him, she curled her fingers around the base of his cock and slowly began stroking it, marveling at how her fingers could barely fit around his shaft.

Despite having barely gotten going, Darcy could already feel a heat radiating through her groin, her womanhood growing moist as she continued to stroke and lick the man standing above her. A man who, if the little sighs and moans he was making were an indication, was really beginning to enjoy himself. The noises he was letting out only helped to grow the heat already between her legs and she soon found her hand sliding up her dress to press against her clothed pussy.

She began to rub herself, the material of her panties giving off a nice friction as it glided against her. She couldn't help her own moan at this, a sound that earned her a grunt and a, "God, you sound so sexy," from a certain stallion.

Unable to take it anymore, Darcy moved from his balls to his shaft, giving the underside of his dick the same treatment as his nuts had had. She continued to lick him up and down, his skin starting to glisten thanks to her saliva, the heat in her groin growing with every movement of her tongue.

His head was already glistening with pre and, with a low moan, she flip the tip of her tongue over his slit, earning her a string of curses from the man above her. The fingers pressed against her panties began to sped up as her tongue lapped up the salty taste of the stallion. She hadn't done anything like this in years but any nerves at her lacking any skill were thrown out the window at Travis' continuous moans and begs or more. He wanted more? All right, she'd give him more.

She wrapped her lips around his head, her jaw already feeling the strain of his massive girth, but Darcy was a trooper and didn't give up so easily. She slid her tongue around his head, occasionally flicking it across the slit, moaning all the while. When she felt a hand place itself on the back of the head, she knew it was time to move forward and, so, she slowly pushed ahead, doing her best to take in as much of him as she could.

When halfway down she realised she wasn't going to get him all in, she had to admit she was a little disappointed. Still, she'd do as best she could with what she had and, as she drew her head back, she ran her tongue all along his shaft, happy with the moan it earned her in response.

"Darcy, I'm almost there. Oh, fuck," he groaned, causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot straight to Darcy's groin. Her fingers began to move faster and she didn't think she'd be lasting much longer either.

She began to bob her head faster, the fingers curled around his shaft doing the same, bringing pleasure to the parts of him her mouth couldn't reach. Travis' breathing grew heavy and it wasn't long until he groaned out, "Fuck!" and as a familiar salty taste hit her tongue, Darcy let out a muffled squeal as her own orgasm hit her.

The doe pulled away, the cock falling from her lips as she looked up with a smile at Travis and said, "Hope this old girl still knows how to show a man a good time."

"You're joking, right? That was amazing," he told her, his chest rising and falling harshly as he did his best to ease his heavy breathing.

Darcy stood, her weak legs giving out beneath her resulting in her collapsing against Travis' broad chest, him wrapping his arms around her on impact. The two looked at each other, silent for a moment, before they both broke out into smiles and Travis said, "I've still got plenty left in me. Wanna take this up to the bedroom?"

"Thank God for the stamina of the young," Darcy giggled. She couldn't wait to see where the rest of the night would take them.