Story 16 #2
She’d pull his face up to hers, kissing him again, and then she’d bend down to kiss his chest, to lick at him. He imagined her biting him, a sudden moment of unexpected pain before she looked up into his eyes with a wicked glint in them.
One of her hands would go to the front of his pants, squeezing his cock through them, massaging it.
Then, she’d undo them, still looking into his eyes, and then she’d pull his cock out. She’d gasp slightly as she felt the size of it. She’d squeeze it, and then she’d start to jerk him off. His hand on her ass would move around to the front of her panties and start to rub at her pussy through them, and he’d already be able to feel just how wet she was.
He’d push her panties to one side then and start to play with her pussy properly, rubbing at it and moving to her clit, flicking at it as he saw the pleasure etched into her face, as he started to kiss her again, roughly.
She’d be grinding her crotch up against his fingers as he toyed with her.
He’d grab her hands, taking hold of them and then pulling her over to the bed. He’d push her down onto it so that she was sitting on the edge of it. He’d bend down and grab one of her breasts, giving it a squeeze. He’d push his pants the rest of the way off, standing before her naked.
She’d look up at him and then look down at his cock. She’d lean in and kiss the tip of it. Then, she’d lick at it before sucking on the sides. She’d let it slip into her mouth, sucking on it as her head moved back and forth along it.
He’d want to show her who was in control here. He’d grab a bunch of her hair and hold her there as he thrusted into her mouth, pushing his cock deep into her throat as she sucked harder, harder.
One of her hands would run up his body, feeling his firm muscles. It would be good, so good, feeling her cute little mouth wrapped around his cock, feeling it move back and forth as he fucked her face.
Then, he’d let his cock slip out of her mouth, pulling it back. He’d want to reward her for doing such a good job.
He’d grab her by the shoulders and pull her back onto the bed, making her lie back with her legs hanging over the edge.
He’d drop to his knees now, and then he’d be pulling at her skirt, pulling at her panties, and then he’d see it, her beautiful pussy, wet and glistening.
He’d push her legs apart and bend down to it, licking at it as her body quivered with pleasure, his tongue pushing into her, running up and down her lips, the tip of his tongue moving to her clit and rubbing at it, pushing at it.
She’d be so wet by this point, her juices smeared on his face, his nostrils filled with her scent, driving him wild.
His hands would go to her thighs, pushing them further apart, wanting his tongue as deep in her as it would go. Her cries would fill the air, bouncing off the walls, and then he’d get to his feet and look down at her, lying there panting. She’d reach between her legs, rubbing at her clit and moaning, in a frenzy of desire now.
He’d climb onto the bed as she’d pull herself further back onto it, pulling her knees up.
He’d move between her legs and push his cock into her, into that tightness, into that warm wetness that felt as though his cock was coming home, that it was right where it was meant to be.
He’d hold himself deep inside her as she put her arms around him, and then he’d start to fuck her. He’d start slowly, enjoying the sweet sensation of being in her.
But it wouldn’t be long till he picked up the pace, her cries coming faster, faster, till they sounded like one, long, continuous cry of absolute pleasure.
He’d pull out of her and turn her onto her side, spanking her ass. He’d be on his knees with her like that, and he’d push his cock into her from behind, reaching down to grab one of her breasts, squeezing it as he pounded away at her, looking down at her hot little body, at her face contorted in absolute pleasure till, at last, he came inside her.
He’d pull out, panting. She’d lie there with his cum leaking from her pussy.
Any idea of returning to work that day would be long gone by this point. And when she took him by the hand and led him to the bathroom so that they could shower together, their hands all over one another, exploring one another, pleasuring one another, he’d be starting to think that maybe he would never even go home again, that maybe this was his life now, that he’d stay in this room with this woman, just fucking her, pleasuring her, giving in to his wildest pleasures, allowing himself to indulge in all of his fantasies, everything that he had ever wanted to do. When she’d drop to her knees in the shower, when she’d suck on his cock till he came deep in her mouth, as she kept sucking to drain every last drop, he’d know that this - this was what he was meant to be doing with his life now.
But he hadn’t seen her again. His eyes opened as he lay in bed, and he scowled to himself as he felt himself pulled back to the real world. If anything was going to happen, it should have happened that day when he had seen her, and now he had probably missed the chance. There might be other opportunities, with other women, but he had missed his chance with that one. He told himself that, if he wanted to do this, then he should do it. He couldn’t afford to hesitate. If he wanted the pleasure that he felt that he was missing at home, then he needed to make it happen whenever he got the chance.
He lay in bed, his hand wrapped around his stiff cock, tugging on it lightly, when that simple truth - that he would probably never see that woman again and none of his fantasies would ever come to fruition - seeped into those images. He opened his eyes and scowled up at the ceiling. He could feel his cock softening slightly in his grip, and he realized that the moment seemed to have passed. He decided that he would just get up and go about his day, trying to distract himself from fantasies that he knew could never happen, with women that he knew he could never have.
He got up and headed into the shower. The hot water made him feel a bit better. He felt his firm muscles and told himself to stop thinking that time was running out. He still looked good, he still felt good, he wasn’t an old man after all. There was still hope for him yet. The clock might be ticking, but it still had a bit of time left on it.
He got out of the shower and inspected his face in the mirror. He still looked young. He felt more full of life now, but when he went downstairs to make some breakfast, there was a sense of frustration about that feeling again. Now he was thinking about the fact that he was looking good, feeling good, and he had no one to share that moment with.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. He sat up, startled slightly. Who could be coming round at this time of the day? For a moment, a thought occurred to him - could this be his wish being answered? If he went and opened that door, just who was he going to find on the other side?
He knew that was a crazy idea, but he still felt a strange sense of excitement as he came to open the door. In his mind, he was picturing that woman from the street, no matter how crazy that idea was. He supposed that he should have finished jerking himself off earlier. Now, he felt as though he was in a strangely heightened mood, as though he was mentally expecting some kind of sexual fun.
When he opened the door, however, the woman from the street was not there. Of course, she wasn’t - he had known that there was no chance that would happen. The person who was there surprised him, though.
It was a beautiful young woman. She looked as though she was about the same age as Beth, and in a second, he assumed that she was, in fact, a friend of his daughter’s. She was stunningly attractive - that much was obvious the second he saw her.
She was slightly shorter than his daughter, and she had an incredible figure. She was wearing a tight, white top that clung to her large breasts and her flat stomach. The thin straps of the top revealed the skin of her shoulders, her upper arms, and for a wild moment, he wanted to reach out and touch that skin.
She was wearing a short, denim skirt. Her legs weren’t long, but they were beautifully toned. Her skin was light, almost pale, and he wondered how good she would look naked, what that pale skin would feel like beneath his hands.
She had a beautiful face. She had a small, button nose, full lips with red lipstick that contrasted with her light skin, big, green eyes with long, dark lashes, and high cheekbones. Her hair was long and black. She looked at him as he opened the door, and her mouth twisted in a smile that seemed to be both mocking and seductive at the same time, as though she looked at him and knew his inner fantasies, what he wanted to do to her. As though she was thinking to herself that she would eat him alive, bend him to her will, make him beg her for more while begging her to stop.
It had only been a second, but he took all of this in instantaneously. He felt his cock stirring in his pants, and for a moment, he thought that he knew how he could wipe that little smirk off her face. He thought about how sweet it would be to drop to his knees, to push his head beneath her skirt, to taste her pussy and leave her crying out - now she would be the one wanting more, more. But he also had a feeling that he would still end up as the one at her mercy. He had a feeling that, once he got a taste of her sweet pussy, he would be unable to stop.
“Well, hello there,” she said to him as he stood there, trying to suppress these fantasies of his, “you must be Beth’s father. She never told me that you were so handsome.”
He was unsure what to say to this - should he thank her?
“I’m sorry,” he said, shaking his head slightly, “and you are?”
“I’m Holly. Don’t tell me that Beth forgot to tell you that I was coming round?”