Story 29
Summary:
Jack, early forties, divorced. He’s away on a vacation to try and get some work done. But the hot young people partying in town are a distraction. When he goes for a walk one night, he encounters a couple of young ladies who are a very welcome distraction.
Katy and Mary, nineteen years old. When they see Jack, they decide to include him in their fun.
Threesome, age gap, lesbian, oral, blow jobs, pussy licking, jerk off, fingering, titty sucking, titty fucking.
Jack had been hoping that he’d be able to concentrate on a bit of work by going away for a few days. He felt as though he needed a break from the routine of his life, but he also knew that he had to keep up his work, and so a little vacation that would allow him to do a bit of work without any other distractions had seemed as though it would be a great option for him.
However, he hadn’t considered the fact that it was spring break, and there were a lot of young people in the town looking to party.
Luckily for Jack, he was staying in a more expensive hotel, and so he managed to avoid the worst of the partying atmosphere out there. However, there was no denying that there was still something about it that was so distracting to him. It wasn't necessarily the noise or the sight of all these young people out partying; there was something more to it than that. He couldn't help but feel drawn to it in some strange way, almost as though he was unable to stop thinking about it, as though he wanted to be out there, to be a part of it all, getting involved with the fun.
He told himself that it was a crazy idea. After all, he was a forty-year-old businessman, not some young college kid. However, there was no denying the allure of it. In some ways, he felt as though this was the kind of fun that he had missed out on earlier in his life.
He had gotten together with his wife when they were young and, as a result, he hadn't really had the chance to go out partying and hooking up with random girls as much as some of his friends had. At the time, he hadn't minded this fact at all. In fact, he would look at the chaotic lives of his friends with some disdain, preferring the situation that he was in. It was only after they had been married for some years that he had started to see things differently. The sex, which used to be incredible, had all but ground to a halt, and he found himself thinking about the things that he could have done differently, the fun that he might have missed out on.
He had felt as though the magic had gone from their marriage for a while, and he wasn’t exactly surprised or even overly upset when his wife had asked him for a divorce. But the problem had been, what to do next with his life?
He had thrown himself into work, and that had continued to this point. However, there had been some brief moments where he had felt as though things were changing for him and he might be on the verge of experiencing something different, something better.
Shortly after the divorce, it had been his birthday. He had found himself thinking about the idea of going back to his empty home, all alone, and celebrating without anyone else. This idea had seemed too depressing to him, and so he had decided that he needed to do something else.
He had therefore decided to go to a bar after work. He decided that he'd have a couple of drinks to toast himself, his birthday, and the new beginning that he hoped would come for him soon enough.
The bar was pretty empty when he got there. He ordered a drink and sat there, nursing it, thinking about what the future might hold for him and how he could really get this new start that he was hoping for underway. He had to admit that he wasn't really sure how to go about making it happen, but he knew that he had to do something.
He told himself that he was still young enough to start over, and also that he still had his looks.
Following his divorce, he had checked himself out in the mirror, worrying that the years might be starting to take a toll on him and wanting to see if he still had what it takes to find himself a woman.
As it turned out, he was actually quite pleased with what he saw in the mirror. He still looked good, and he still looked fairly young. He thought that he could pass for a man much younger than he was, in fact.
He was tall and well-built. He still went to the gym regularly and had a lean, athletic build. His face was handsome, with a strong jawline, deep, dark green eyes, an easy smile, and strong bone structure. He had tanned, glowing skin. His hair was dark brown and cut short.
He knew that women still checked him out on the streets, and when he looked at himself in the mirror, he felt a boost to his confidence. The only problem was that he really didn't know what to do about it, or how to take advantage of the situation. Sure, he might be considered handsome, but if he didn't try and work out how to talk to women, to really try to engage with them in a flirtatious way, then it might not do him any good at all.
He was thinking about this at the bar, nursing his drink. He wondered what he should do, how he should approach this situation. He kept telling himself that this was his new start and that it was down to him to do something, to make something happen.
Suddenly, he noticed someone sliding into the seat next to him.
He heard a husky woman’s voice call out to the bartender, ordering a drink.
He turned and looked to see who this newcomer was, not wholly interested, but then he was stunned by what he saw.
The woman sitting next to him was stunningly beautiful. More than that, she seemed to exude a raw and potent sexuality.
She looked as though she were in her early thirties. She was wearing a tight red dress that showed off her incredible figure - long legs, sensual curves, large, heaving breasts. As she leaned forward over the bar, extending one slender arm, it looked as though her breasts might spill out of her dress, and a part of Jack was praying for this to happen.
She had long, thick, platinum blonde hair. Her face was beautiful, with delicate, almost ethereal, features, but with full lips, painted red, and blue eyes that had long lashes overhanging them. Aside from this otherworldly beauty, there was also something raw about it, and very sexy. She looked as though she knew exactly the effect that she had on men, and she loved every single second of it, and the power that came with it. He was glancing over at her, and suddenly she turned to look at him, as though she was well aware of the effect that she had on men, and she enjoyed the feeling of power that came with it.
“Drinking alone?” she said to him, looking intensely into his eyes.
“Well, I was,” he replied, trying to play it cool, “would you care to join me?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
He ordered her a drink, and they started to get to know one another. He felt as though he was doing quite well here, reminding himself again how to flirt.
Her name was Sandra, and she was drinking alone as well. They chatted away for a while, and he was sure that she was flirting with him.
This was confirmed to him when he happened to mention that it was his birthday. Her eyes widened, and she leaned across to him. One of her hands went to his knee and slid up his leg, her touch gentle but assured.
She leaned in to whisper in his ear, her breath hot on his skin.
"Well, how about we go somewhere, and I'll give you your birthday present?"
Her hand moved up and over to the inside of his thigh, brushing against his cock for just a moment, leaving him wondering if she knew that she had just touched it.
She bit his earlobe for a moment and tugged on it. Then, she was looking into his eyes, a light of excitement there.
“Absolutely,” he heard himself saying.
Smiling, she got to her feet.
She took hold of his hand and led him out of the bar. He felt as though his mind was reeling. He had no idea where they were going, but he was excited to find out.
“Come on,” she said, “my car’s parked nearby.”
She led him to an underground parking garage, and then she led him over to her car. When they got there, she suddenly pushed him up against the side of the car, pushing herself against him, holding him by the front of his shirt, and then she was kissing him, her mouth pushing against his, her tongue in his mouth, hot and eager, and he responded, kissing her back, one of his hands on the back of her head with his fingers pushing through her hair and his other hand on her waist, feeling her sensual curves, before slipping around to grab hold of her plump, wonderful ass.
She pushed herself against him, and he felt her against his cock, grinding up against it as it stiffened, throbbing heavily in his pants, desperate to be released. She pulled back from their kiss and looked up at him as one of her hands ran down the front of his body, down to that hardness in his pants, and gave it a playful squeeze.
“Well,” she said, “what have we got here?”
He stroked her face, marveling at her beauty.
“How about I show you?” he said.
But then she stepped away from him. She got in the car and looked back at him.
“Get in,” she told him.
He got into the passenger seat. He supposed that he was going to have to wait till they got back to her place now for some more fun. But, he supposed wrong.
Immediately, she was leaning across and kissing him, her hands on his body.
One of his hands slid up the silky smooth skin of her thigh, pushing up beneath her dress, eager to feel more of her.
Her hands were undoing his shirt and then moving over his chest, feeling his firm muscles, and his other hand went to one of her breasts, squeezing it through her dress.
Then, she was undoing his pants, pulling his cock out. Her hand took hold of it and began to stroke it. She broke off their kiss and looked down at it.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she gasped as she looked at the size of his cock.