Story 35
Summary:
Amy, twenty years old. She’s nervous about taking a road trip with her father’s business partner. The reason? She has a crush on him. But things take one turn after another till finally she finds herself somewhere that she never thought she’d be.
Andy and Rob, mid-forties. Andy is Amy's father's partner, and Rob is an associate of his. Amy is surprised to find Rob in the car, but the tension builds till Andy decides that they need to pull over, head into a hotel, and then they can all relieve their tension in the bedroom!
Threesome, age gap, oral, sixty-nine, spit roast, blow job, pussy licking, titty sucking, fingering, jerk off.
Amy could still remember her reaction when her father had mentioned that his business partner was going to be driving in the same direction that Amy was heading in.
Amy was going several towns over to visit a friend of hers, and she had been planning it for quite some time. However, there were certain things that she couldn't plan for. One of these things was her car breaking down. With hindsight, she supposed that she should have seen it coming. Her car was old and had certainly seen better days. She had been ignoring the warning lights for much longer than she should have. She had also been ignoring the strange rattling noise that kept coming from somewhere in the front end of the car. Instead, whenever it got too annoying, she would simply frown in the general direction that it came from before turning up the radio so that she wouldn't have to listen to it anymore.
She knew that this probably wasn't the most responsible way to approach a problem such as this, but she kept telling herself that she was only nineteen years old and she would have plenty of time for more responsible thinking at some vague, undetermined point in the future. For now, however, she thought very strongly that her life should be about nothing except good times. And she had certainly had plenty of those recently, and she was hoping that, when she arrived at her friend's place, there would be plenty more to come. Her friend had moved into her own place, and it sounded like a very good time to Amy.
She sometimes felt stifled living at home, feeling as though her parents were watching her every move. It made it hard to go out and have a good time as often as she really wanted to.
That wasn’t to say that there hadn’t been times when she had seen the opportunity and had taken advantage of it. But she still felt as though there were times when she was prevented from doing exactly what she wanted.
She was a beautiful young woman, and she got plenty of attention from the young men in town. And there had certainly been a few of them that she’d had her fun with.
She was tall and slim, with long legs, flat abs, full breasts, and a firm, pert ass. Her skin was tanned, and she exuded a look of health and vitality.
Her hair was a light blonde, her eyes were large and blue, with long lashes, and she had a youthful glow to her, with full lips and a look that could go from innocent to naughty in a moment, catching admirers quite off guard.
Over the past year, she had sometimes thought that she had seen Andy, her father’s business partner, looking at her in a certain way - in a way that she recognized from some of the lustful young men who caught sight of her.
She told herself that it was nothing more than wishful thinking on her part. After all, she’d had a crush on Andy for quite some time by this point.
He was about forty years old. He was tall and well-built, with a powerful, muscular-looking body. He always dressed in smart clothing, and his fitted shirts showed off his broad shoulders and strong upper arms.
He had a strong jawline, piercing, light green eyes, and handsome features. His hair was always cut short. It was dark brown with some flecks of gray at the temples. Whenever he used to smile at her, she would play that smile over and over in her head. He made her feel weak at the knees, and so, now that her father had put forward this plan for her to get a lift with him, she didn't know how to feel about it. Would she be able to play it cool for the entire car ride? Would it be horribly awkward? Would her feelings for him be too obvious? She told herself that she was just going to have to do her best to play it cool and hope for the best. But she was both excited and nervous about this whole trip now.
She did her best to focus on other things. Another guy in town - a guy her own age named Carl - had been sending her messages, telling her that he was going to be back home soon, having been away for a long trip. She was quite excited about seeing him, although her excitement about him paled into insignificance when she thought about the upcoming car ride with Andy.
As she got ready for her road trip, she thought about Carl, smiling to herself as she remembered the time they had spent together.
She had first met him at a party. He was the same age as her and very good-looking. He was slim but athletic, with lean muscles. He had sandy blonde hair, slightly unkempt, and a rugged, outdoorsy look to him. He was slightly unshaven with dark blue eyes.
In many ways, he was the complete opposite of Andy’s suave, sophisticated charm. But there was something undeniably attractive about him, and the confident way that he carried himself.
They had got talking at the party and had hit it off right away. He was witty and charming, and she was immediately attracted to him, and she was sure that this was going to go further.
It hadn’t happened that night, however. In the end, he had called her several days later. She had been waiting for his call, but she tried to play it cool when he finally did call her up.
He invited her round to his place. She felt a sudden rush of excitement. They both knew exactly where this would lead, and they both wanted it just as much as one another. There was nothing stopping them, it seemed.
She showed up at his place, casually dressed in denim hot pants and a crop top that showed off her taut, tight, tanned midriff. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she could feel her nipples rubbing against her top, stiffening. She was sure that Carl would notice that when she showed up, he would notice the way that they pushed at her top.
When he answered the door, he was wearing a tight T-shirt that showed off his body. He was trying to look as casual as possible, but she saw the way that his eyes seemed as though they were about to pop out of his head when he looked at her in her outfit. She knew that she looked good, but it was still gratifying to have that kind of acknowledgement all the same.
“Hey,” he said, “good to see you. Come in.”
He led her inside. They walked through to his bedroom.
“So,” he said as he closed the door behind him, “here we are.”
”Here we are,” she repeated. They looked at one another, the tension building in the room. This was it, she thought to herself. Something is about to happen. Should I make the move? Should I wait for him to make the move?
She didn’t have to keep asking herself these questions because he reached out and took hold of her hands in his, stepping closer to her. Then, his hands were on her face, gently holding her. He bent down to kiss her.
She put one of her arms around behind his head, leaning into the kiss as their lips locked together.
One of his hands went behind her head while the other one moved down to her throat, then moved over to her shoulder.
His hand then slid down her body, brushing past one of her breasts, leaving her wanting more.
One of her hands went to the front of his body, feeling his body through his T-shirt. Their kiss was long, slow, and passionate, their tongues pushing together, moving together.
He stepped away from her. Her arm left the back of his head, and then he took hold of both of her hands in his again. He smiled down at her. Then, he led her over to the bed.
He climbed onto it, lying back on it, and pulled her to him. She pushed her body against his as she began to kiss him again, the passion in their kiss building further.
She felt one of his hands on her back. It moved down to her bare midsection. He stroked her skin, and then his hand moved down to grab hold of her ass. Then, his hand moved down to stroke her shapely legs. She could feel just how much he wanted her, how he wanted his hands to be all over her. And she wanted it to. She was enjoying the buildup, but she had a wild desire now to be naked with this man, to have their hands on each other, to feel all of him, and to feel his hands feeling all of her.
She felt his fingers stroking her thigh. She pushed one of her hands up beneath his T-shirt as they kissed. Then, she began pulling at it. He took his hands away and broke off their kiss as she pulled his T-shirt off him. She looked down at his body and then stroked it. She sat up on the bed, going to her knees next to him. He reached out and put one hand on her stomach, the tip of one of his fingers moving back and forth over her belly button.
She pulled her top off, revealing her gorgeous upper body, her perfect breasts. Her nipples were stiff, dark circles on her honey-colored, tanned body.
He stared at them, and she could see the desire in his eyes. His hand moved up her body toward them, and then she straddled him, bending down to him. His hands were on her back as they kissed again, and then they moved around to the front of her body. She felt him massaging her breasts, and then she moved up, pushing them to his eager mouth. She felt him kissing them, one after the other, and then she felt him sucking on her nipples.
His cock was hard and pushing at his pants, pushing toward her crotch. She began to grind up against it. His hands went to her thighs again, and then went to grab her ass, pulling her down to the bulge in his pants.