Story 38
Summary:
Carl, nineteen years old. He’s working at a hotel for summer, and managing to find time to have fun when he isn’t hard at work. But sometimes work and play can mingle, as he is about to find out.
Louise, forty years old. Carl is sent to her suite to look after her, and she has some ideas about just how he can achieve that.
Age gap, oral, sixty-nine, blow jobs, pussy licking, titty sucking, jerk off, fingering.
Carl knew that he didn’t have many more days left at this summer job, but he still sometimes found it hard to get out of bed and motivate himself, and this was just such a day.
When he'd decided to go to a beach town and work at a resort hotel for the summer, it had seemed as though it would be the perfect way to get ready for going away to college.
He was nineteen years old, and he told himself that this was the time of his life when he should be getting out there and making memories, he had thought to himself that this would be the perfect way to do just that.
In his mind, he had imagined a situation where he would work a couple of hours a day, and the rest of the time he'd be down by the pool, or on the beach.
He imagined days of sunbathing and nights of partying.
He had also thought that it would be a good way to save some money, which he knew would come in handy when he went away to college.
However, as it turned out, only some of the things that he had dreamed of had actually come to pass. In the end, it had been much less of a fun time than he had hoped that it would be.
The first - and main - problem that he had encountered was the work itself.
He hadn't really anticipated just how much work there was to do - especially during the peak, busy, summer months, when thousands of holidaymakers descended on the beach towns, and there always seemed to be far too much work to be done, and not nearly enough time to do it in.
He had felt exhausted at first and had wondered if he would ever be able to fit into the routine and get used to all of the hard work.
As it had turned out, however, he had managed to get used to it as time had gone by. Eventually, it started to seem much easier than it had during those first few weeks, and eventually, it didn't seem to be nearly as bad as it had first seemed.
The next problem, however, was the pay. He had thought that he would be paid well, but that didn’t seem to be the case, and he had found that living by the beach was actually more expensive than it was in his small town back home.
He had hoped that the tips would be generous, but they never quite seemed to live up to his expectations either.
In fact, as it had turned out, the only part of his time away that had really lived up to what he had hoped that it would be had been the parties. And he had no complaints about them at all.
It seemed as though the hotel was mostly staffed for the summer season with other young people around his age who were away from home and looking for a good time. They all worked hard together, and that meant that when they didn’t have to work, they all wanted to party hard together as well.
There had been plenty of parties down by the beach - some of the staff members who had been there for a while introduced the newcomers to a hidden cover where they could go and have fun without worrying about any prying eyes from disapproving holidaymakers.
Any memories that Carl had made, any experiences that he’d had which he would treasure whenever he looked back on them, had either happened down there or, at least, had started down there.
Carl’s hometown was boring - at least, that was how he always saw it - and he had been hoping that things would be a little bit more exciting here. And he hadn’t been disappointed.
He remembered when he had first been invited to a party down in the cove.
He'd just finished work, and it was when he was new at the job, so he was feeling completely worn out.
When someone invited him along, he'd almost said no.
He'd thought that maybe it would be a good idea to give this one a miss, that he could start going to the parties when he felt a bit more up to it when he had settled into the job a little bit more.
However, a voice in his head protested this idea.
The voice in his head had told him that this was just what he was here for, that he couldn't pass up opportunities like this - that this was what it was all about.
He told himself that if he wanted to make memories then he had to put himself out there and get himself into situations where he would be able to make these memories.
He had agreed to go to the party, and with hindsight, he was very glad that he had.
He took a long, hot, shower to help himself unwind, and then he started to feel much better.
He had got dressed in a simple shirt and pants, and then he had checked himself out in the mirror.
He was worried that he would look tired out after all the work he had been doing, but it seemed as though the shower had done the trick.
He supposed that, at his age, it was also quite easy to bounce back and feel more alive after a bit of a rest as well.
He looked at his reflection and nodded to himself.
He was tall, with a slim, athletic, build. He had short, blonde, hair, blue eyes, and the start of a tan that was only going to deepen over the summer months.
He had an easy smile and handsome, youthful, features.
He knew that there were some girls back in his hometown who had been disappointed that he wouldn’t be around for summer, and it had been tempting to just stay behind and have some fun with them.
But he had also known that if he went away then there might be a chance for even more fun - and that was what he was hoping he’d discover tonight.
When he'd shown up, things had seemed pretty tame. A lot of people are sitting around a campfire, just chatting away. The atmosphere seemed slightly awkward, and he supposed that was because people didn't, as yet, know one another. He hoped that things would soon pick up.
As it turned out, he wasn’t to be disappointed.
After a while of making small talk, he spotted a girl looking over at him from across the campfire.
She looked as though she was the same age as him, and she was looking at him with a strange intensity, with a little smile on her lips as she did so.
He did his best to get a proper look at her without making it too obvious. He wanted to check her out, and try and work out if she really was checking him out as well.
He got a good look at her and realized that she was beautiful - easily the most beautiful girl there that night. She had shoulder-length, light brown, hair, an oval face with big, hazel, eyes, a small nose, and small, heart-shaped, lips.
She was sitting down, so it was hard to make out what her figure was like, but from where he was sitting it looked good.
Soon, she stood up and threw another piece of wood on the fire.
He saw that she was looking over at him as she did this, and he knew that he should look away, but he had to get a look at her figure - he just had to.
Besides, he told himself, if she was looking at him then why shouldn't he look at her? It seemed only fair, after all.
And, as he got a look at her figure, he was seriously impressed with what he saw.
This girl was quite short, with a slim, petite, figure.
She was wearing a loose dress that still managed to show off the gentle curves of her waist, the shape of her legs, and the swell of her breasts.
They caught his eye especially. He could see the shape of them through her light dress, and she was sure that she wasn't wearing a bra.
That just made him want her even more. He wanted to know what those breasts looked like.
He was waiting for his chance to make a move.
Someone was sitting next to him, telling him some story about how they had decided to come out there to work, and what their hopes were for the summer, but he could barely hear anything that they were saying.
It all just seemed to go right over his head.
His focus was fully on this girl - and the problem of how he was going to be able to get closer to her.
He kept looking over at her, and when she looked over at him again, their eyes met. He almost looked away, but he managed to stop himself. She nodded her head away from the fire, then raised her eyebrows questioningly. He understood what she meant. He nodded his head slightly.
She got up and walked away from the fire.
He turned to the person who had been talking to him.
“I’m terribly sorry,” he said, “I’ve just got to…go…”
He found that he couldn’t think of a good excuse, and so he didn’t even bother trying to come up with one.
Instead, he just got up and walked away.
He followed the girl out beyond the light of the fire. He didn’t think that anyone had noticed the two of them heading off together like this, but even if they had he didn’t really care. He was completely focused on this girl.
He followed her into the darkness. Soon, the beach was behind them and he felt grass beneath his feet. He wondered just where she was leading him.
Then, he saw that she had stopped. She turned to look at him. In the light of the moon, she looked even more beautiful than she had when he had seen her across the fire.
“Hello,” she said, softly.
“Hello,” he replied, “I’m-”
But before he could give her his name, she placed one finger over his lips. Her touch was electric - he felt a connection between the two of them immediately.
“Don’t say anything,” she said, “let’s just enjoy the moment.”
He opened his mouth, but before he could even attempt to say anything else she was there, her lips on his, grabbing him and pulling him to her, wrapping her arms around the back of his head as she kissed him.
He took hold of her waist as they kept kissing, their faces locked together, their lips rubbing together, their tongues jostling at one another.
Then, she stepped away from him.
She took hold of one of his hands and pulled him down to the grass, where she lay on her back and he leaned over her.