Story 2
Alone With the Older Man... The Virgin's First Time (Hot, Steamy Erotica Short Story)
Brought to you by Lacie Lovepole
Narrated by a Digital Voice
Cute and innocent Lisa, a 20-year-old girl, seemingly always had a taboo fantasy. A lustful longing for older men... Perhaps those she wasn't supposed to want, either.
As it turns out, Lisa needs a new place to live -- and so, her father's best friend, a man named Tom, volunteers to help the inexperienced young gal out.
It isn't long before she shows up to look around the suggested apartment -- but, it isn't wall colors or appliances the two begin discussing.
When the older man sees her untouched body there, in all its glory and temptation, his desire to fulfill every wanton, forbidden urge becomes an inescapable force... While Lisa, for her part, is more than eager to present her feminine pleasures and live out those mouth-watering fantasies!
Summary:
Lisa, early twenties. She’s looking for a new place to live, and her friend’s dad is going to help her look. However, Lisa has other ideas about what she’d like this man to help her with.
Tom, early forties. When Lisa shows up to look around the apartment, it’s not long before he makes a move, and then it’s time for them to both get what they’ve been longing for.
Age gap, oral, blow jobs, pussy licking, sixty-nine, titty sucking, titty fucking, jerk off, fingering.
When Lisa had told her friend Claire that she needed to find a new place to live, she hadn’t exactly been looking for help. Instead, she had simply wanted someone to vent to, someone to offer her a bit of commiseration and sympathy in her current plight. However, Claire had ended up offering her much more help than she had expected, even though Lisa felt as though there were certain problems associated with this help.
“I’ll talk to my dad,” she had said, when Lisa had finished explaining her problems, “I’m sure that it’s something he can help you with.”
“Oh, really?” Lisa had replied, “That would be great, really. Thanks a lot.”
She had tried to sound as grateful as possible, but there was something else, something that she was doing her best to hide in the way that she responded to her friend. Because she knew just what it would mean if Claire’s dad got involved - it would mean that she’d end up spending time with him, and the thought of that thrilled her and frightened her in equal measure.
Lisa and Claire were both twenty-two years old. They had known one another since they were eighteen, when they had met at the same place where they had both started work after leaving school. They had quickly become friends, and that had eventually led to Lisa meeting Claire’s father.
She still remembered the effect that it had on her when she had first met him. Claire had said that she was meeting him for lunch and suggested that Lisa come along. Lisa had been reluctant at first, not wanting to intrude and also imagining how boring lunch with someone else’s father could be. But, in the end, she was still fairly poor, and she felt as though she was in no position to turn down a free lunch.
So it was that they had walked into the restaurant and she had seen a man standing up when he caught sight of them, smiling and waving a hand in greeting. At first, she had assumed that he must be waving at someone else. There was surely no way that this man could actually be Claire’s father. But, as they went over to him, she realized that this was, in fact, the case.
He was an incredibly handsome man. He was about forty years old and looked very distinguished. His expensive-looking suit showed off an impressively trim physique, with broad shoulders and strong-looking arms. He had a very handsome face, tanned and ruggedly handsome, with a strong jawline, piercing gray eyes, and an easy, friendly smile. His hair was short and parted slightly to the side. Over the years, she had seen a few flecks of gray appear in his hair and just the tiniest lines around his eyes, but these were the only signs of him aging. Other than that, he still looked incredible.
He had introduced himself, insisting that she call him Tom. She had been nervous through the whole meal, blown away by this incredible, charismatic man. Because it was more than just his looks - he had a charm that was undeniable, and it left her wanting his approval, feeling drawn to him and wanting to be closer to him in some way, some way that she couldn’t properly describe.
Sometimes, when Claire was busy talking, lost in a story that she was telling, he would look over at Lisa with a little smile on his lips and a knowing look in his eyes, and she would smile back at him, feeling caught in his gaze while also feeling as though she had to look away.
When he would talk to her, giving her his full attention, she would look into his eyes and imagine him reaching across the table, taking her hand in his as he addressed her. She knew that it was a crazy idea, but it was irresistible. A part of her imagined that it was just the two of them there, that this was a date, a preamble to something else, that he would eventually invite her back to a hotel room where he would strip her off slowly, revealing her body to him. She would stand before him, naked, offering herself to him as he slowly undressed himself. She would go to him then, giving herself to him entirely. She wanted to be held in those powerful arms of his.
After the meal, she had told herself that it was just a silly crush. And yet, as the years had gone by, it had only intensified, and every time she met him it was a sweet agony that she couldn’t bear, and that she couldn’t live without.
Sometimes she would play back the events of her meetings with him, when all three of them would go for a meal together, and she would think about every look he had given her, every word he had spoken to her, wondering if there was some hidden meaning in them.
Of course, she hadn’t just spent her days obsessing about him constantly. There had been other men in her life since then, even if Tom was the man that her thoughts kept going back to.
She found it easy to meet guys. She was a beautiful young woman, and she knew that she had been blessed with her looks, so that it was never a problem for her to find someone to have some fun with.
She was slightly below average height, tanned, with a slim figure. She had a slender waist and curves in all the right places, a full ass, toned legs, and large breasts. Her body looked as though it was meant for fun. It was soft and inviting while still being slim and sexy.
Her face was also beautiful. She had hazel-colored, almond-shaped eyes beneath long lashes, full lips, a cute little nose, and dimpled cheeks. Her hair was light brown and came down slightly below her shoulders. She had a way of looking at men that made them go weak at the knees, and yet she felt as though her best sultry look had more than met its match with Tom. She didn’t know what would happen if she tried to use it on him. The thought that it might not work on him filled her with a strange sense of dismay. She would feel as though she had lost her powers.
She had been seeing one guy for a while, named Peter. He was a couple of years older than her and very good-looking. He had a powerful body - tall, with large muscles. His neck was thick, his jaw was square, and he had a smile that seemed almost arrogant, almost cruel, but also very alluring. His eyes were dark, and he had slightly unkempt black hair. He was intense, and yet he could also be charming when he wanted to be - and it seemed as though he had wanted to be especially charming when he had met her.
He had seen her passing in the street one day. She had seen him as well - it was hard to miss a guy like that, after all.
They had looked at one another as they passed, smiling slightly at each other.
Then, as she had been continuing on her way, he had come after her, stopping her by touching her elbow gently. He had asked her out, and she had agreed.
The date had gone well, and the more she looked at him, the more she appreciated just how handsome he was. She started to think that this could, actually, be a lot of fun.
When he had reached across the table to take hold of her hand and invite her back to his place, she had smiled and agreed, doing her best not to do so too quickly, not wanting him to get too big-headed.
He had his car outside, and when he opened her door for her, he had stopped her suddenly, and then he had taken hold of her waist, pulling her to him. He had leaned in to kiss her, surprising her with this sudden movement, and then she had given in to it, her arms around him as she surrendered to his kiss, wanting him.
Then, he had stepped away from her, and as she got into the car, she had seen the arrogant look in his eyes. It was infuriating, yet arousing at the same time.
When they reached his apartment, he led her inside and then led her over to the couch. He had pulled her down when he sat down on it, and then they had been kissing. She turned to him, kneeling over him, and she felt one of his hands on her ass as he kissed her. One of her hands moved down over his chest, feeling his powerful muscles properly now, and becoming even more aroused at the feel of them.
Then, his hand had been beneath her dress, pulling up the back and moving to her ass, grabbing it properly. It occurred to her that he was moving quickly, and maybe she should do the same.
She began to undo the buttons of his shirt, and then she bent to his body, kissing it, as he continued to massage her ass with one hand, his other hand moving up the side of her body and grabbing one of her breasts through it.
Her hand moved down his body to the front of his pants. She felt his cock through them, and it felt very hard - and very big.
She broke off the kiss and looked into his eyes with a knowing little smile.
“Go on,” he said, and then he undid his pants, pulling his cock out.