Story 16
Dave’s forty-five, married, and dying of boredom—his bed’s gone cold and his fantasies are burning hotter than ever. When a knock interrupts his alone time, the last person he expects is Holly: his daughter’s smoking-hot, early-twenties best friend and certified bad girl, standing there in a tiny top and short skirt with a wicked little smirk that says she knows exactly what he’s been thinking about.
One flirty “hello” turns into taboo kisses in the kitchen, hands sliding under clothes, and suddenly they’re upstairs tearing at each other like horny rabbits. Holly drops to her knees with those full red lips wrapped… Well, you know where this is going!
Lots of licking and teasing… grinding and moaning… Where every inch is sure to be taken…
Age-gap temptation never tasted this dirty—or felt this good.
One afternoon. One naughty little secret. And Dave’s about to find out just how bad a good girl can really be.
Summary:
Dave, mid forties. He’s frustrated in a marriage that seems to have lost all passion. When he’s home alone, he starts to fantasize about what he’d like to do. When there’s a knock at the door, he’s about to find that there are things that go far beyond his wildest fantasies.
Holly, early twenties. She’s friends with Dave’s daughter. He’s never met her, but he’s been warned that she’s a bit of a bad girl. When she shows up to find him home alone, he’s about to find just how much of a bad girl she can be.
Age gap, oral, sixty-nine, blow jobs, pussy licking, jerk off, fingering, titty sucking.
When Dave woke up that morning, the first thing that he noticed was just how quiet the house was. He lay in bed, looking up at the ceiling, just enjoying the silence. It felt as though the entire house was holding its breath, as though in anticipation, as though it expected something to happen at any moment.
He smiled to himself. It was nice to have a bit of peace and quiet, he thought. He closed his eyes again for a moment, just to really appreciate it.
It had been two weeks since Beth, his daughter, had come back to town. When she had moved out, he had thought to himself that she would only ever be a temporary visitor whenever she came back to visit again. She was twenty-one years old, and it seemed as though she had left home for good.
He had felt guilty about the sense of relief that he had felt at that. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his daughter - far from it - but, in a way, it felt as though he had been given a new lease of life, a new sense of freedom. He was only forty-five years old, and he told himself that was still young, that he and his wife could now start to enjoy life together again, just the two of them.
His wife Jane, however, hadn’t seemed quite so excited about the idea. He had told himself that, maybe, the reason why their love life seemed to have stalled for so long was the presence of their daughter. But, with her gone, things didn’t really seem to improve much, and he had found himself frustrated with that. All of his attempts to make something happen seemed to get knocked back, and he found himself alone, cock throbbing in his pants, wondering just what the problem was.
He thought that his wife had even seemed somewhat relieved when Beth had announced that she was coming home to live “for a while.” He had no idea what “a while” might look like, and he noticed that she seemed very vague whenever she was questioned about it. He had tried to pin her down several times, but to no avail.
Now, his wife had taken Beth out of town for a few days to visit her parents, and Dave had the whole house to himself. He lay back in bed, thinking about what to do. He had noticed that, when he had awoken, his cock was already stiff, and he considered jerking himself off, just to give himself some relief and allowing him to pass the time. His hand went down there, wrapping itself around his hard cock and playing with himself idly as he thought about some of his past conquests - even if they seemed as though they were a long time ago now.
It added to his sense of frustration that he felt as though he could be having fun with other women if he really wanted to. He was forty-five years old, but he still looked much younger. There were a few smatterings of gray in his short, dark brown hair around the temples, and maybe a couple of lines on his face, but those were the only real signs of his aging. He was tall and well-built, and he kept going to the gym to maintain his trim, athletic figure. He had a handsome face, with clear, smooth skin, a strong jawline, and green eyes. He had an easy smile, and he often saw women smiling back at him as he walked down the street, as though they were drawn by his smile, as though they thought that his smile was just for them.
Sometimes he’d think about those women, about the fun that he could be having with them. There were times when he found himself wondering just why he didn’t do something about it, take advantage, have some real fun. Who would know?
And yet, he never did it. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t done anything so far, but he was starting to think that, if he couldn’t get any satisfaction at home, then he was going to have to do something about it soon.
His mind kept going back to a woman that he had seen on the street just a few days ago. He had been heading back to his office after lunch, and he was running late. When he thought about this woman now, he kept thinking that, maybe, if he hadn’t been running late, he would have stopped to talk to her. Maybe she would have been the one to make him forget his marital vows, if only for a few, brief moments of pleasure. Would he feel guilty afterward? He told himself that he would have no reason to feel guilty. If he couldn’t get any satisfaction at home, then what was to stop him getting it elsewhere? He had needs, after all.
This woman had been incredible. He thought that she looked as though she was in her mid-thirties. She was of medium height. She was wearing a tight blouse that showed off her slim waist and her large breasts. Her tight skirt showed off the curve of her hips as well as just enough of her long, toned legs. She had tanned skin, chestnut-colored, long hair, and a beautiful face, with almond-shaped, dark green eyes and a heart-shaped mouth. She had smiled at him as he passed her on the street, but there had been something in that smile, something more than just normal friendliness. He was sure of it. He had been sure that she was, in fact, checking him out, that he wanted them to have some fun together.
In the days that had followed, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. He had found himself going back to the same place for lunch just so that he could wander the same streets, seeing if he would maybe bump into her again, if he could maybe strike up a conversation and see where it might lead. He had even found himself slipping his wedding ring off his finger when he was on his daily walks around that area.
As he lay in bed now, his hand idly stroking his cock, he found himself thinking about how it would be.
Their eyes would meet, and he wouldn’t look away. Then, they’d both stop. They’d say hello. Sure, it would be awkward at first, those moments where they were still strangers, but strangers who clearly wanted one another, all the same.
Then, he’d invite her for a coffee. He’d send a quick message to his secretary to tell her that he had gone to a meeting, that something had unexpectedly come up.
They’d chat and get to know one another. Then, they’d look at one another. He’d see the fires of passion burning in her eyes. He’d know that she was his for the taking, that he just had to ask. He would enjoy that moment, that sweet anticipation as he waited to make his move.
“So,” he’d say to her, “what do you say we get out of here and go somewhere a bit more private?”
“Absolutely,” she’d say, and he’d see the excitement in her eyes, the color in her cheeks as she began to get more aroused.
They’d go to a nearby hotel - at work, when he had been thinking about these fantasies of his, he had even started to look up the locations of nearby hotels, wondering just how this would all work.
They would head to the hotel, and he would check them in. They’d be holding hands by now, the sense of anticipation building between the two of them.
They’d get the key and head to the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, he’d turn to her. He’d look into her eyes, and then one hand would go to her waist, pushing her back against the door of the elevator. Her arms would go around his shoulders, and then he’d be kissing her, his mouth pressed to hers as her tongue came to meet his. He imagined her kiss - hot and hungry, yearning for him.
He’d push his body against hers, feeling her softness. His cock would be rock-hard, pushing at her, hungry for her.
He’d pull at her blouse, and his hand would slip in beneath it, feeling the softness of her stomach.
Then, the elevator would stop and the door would open.
He’d step back and look at her with a smile. She’d smile back at him, and then he’d take her hand, leading her to their room almost at a run, and then they’d be inside.
They’d be kissing again, and she’d be pulling at the buttons of his shirt as he pulled at the buttons on her blouse.
Then her hands would be on his body, and his hands would be on hers. He’d grab one of her breasts through her bra, squeezing it, and then she’d reach behind and undo the bra, pulling it off, exposing her beautiful, huge breasts, her dark nipples, stiff and inviting.
He’d bend down to them, sucking on each of her nipples in turn. He imagined her moans as he did so.
One hand would massage her other breast while his other hand would go to her ass, pulling her skirt up, moving beneath and grabbing hold of her ass through her panties, feeling how soft, how ripe, it was.