Story 38
Dale is forty-two, divorced, and done pretending he doesn’t crave that spark again. His ex walked out years ago, leaving him rattling around in an empty house, his nights filled with nothing but fading memories and a growing hunger for something real, something wild. But when he escapes to a sunny beach town for a fresh start and stumbles into a boring networking mixer, fate throws him a curveball: Zoe — his daughter’s twenty-something college roommate, all legs, curves, and that innocent-yet-naughty smile that’s haunted his fantasies since the day they met.
One “walk me home” request later, and the air crackles with forbidden heat… as this neglected dad finally gives in to the taboo pull.
She’s been crushing hard on him for years, dreaming of his strong hands, his experienced touch, the way he’d make her young body quiver in ways no college boy ever could. She wants to be taken, teased, devoured — to feel his mouth exploring every inch, his fingers tracing her secrets, his rock-hard need pressing against her as she whispers just how bad she’s wanted this older man. And Dale? He’s been denying it, but now with this tight, tanned temptress grinding close, confessing her dirty thoughts, he’s throbbing with the thrill of crossing that line — her being his daughter’s friend only makes it hotter, dirtier, more irresistible.
No protection. No regrets. Just one steamy, sin-soaked night of pure, age-defying indulgence. The lonely older man is finally claiming what’s been teasing him… and she’s not stopping until she’s left him drained and begging for round two.
Summary:
Dale, early forties. He’s been divorced for a few years, and he’s trying to start a new life in a new town. He’s not sure how things are going till he bumps into a familiar face.
Zoe, early twenties. She went to college with Dale’s daughter, and she always had a crush on him. When they have a chance encounter, she decides to make a move, and it’s not long before they’re back at his place for some real fun.
Age gap, oral, sixty-nine, blow jobs, pussy licking, titty sucking, jerk off, fingering.
Dale stood on the balcony of the hotel suite and looked down at the beach with the ocean reaching off into the far distance till it met the horizon. He smiled to himself and breathed in the sea air. This was what he had needed. A little bit of time to himself, a bit of time to think.
It seemed as though it had just been one thing after another for him recently. He had been working far too hard in the office, and it had felt as though the weight of his work was dragging him down. Then there was the fact that, recently, he had started to feel a strange sense of loneliness.
His wife had left him a couple of years earlier, and he had thought that he was fine with it. After all, their daughter had gone away to college a year before that, and it had seemed as though it was something of a watershed moment in his and his wife’s lives. Perhaps, now that it was just the two of them alone in that big house, now that they were spending more time with one another, now that they had done their duty of raising their daughter and sending her off to college, they had time to stop and look at their own lives, starting to reevaluate things and see things in a new light.
He could appreciate the fact that, maybe, their marriage wasn’t quite what it used to be. Of course, he had thought to himself, why would it be? They had married young and had their daughter, Carol, when they were both in their early twenties. They had been so caught up in young love, and then they had Carol, which had moved all of their focus to her and wanting to raise her.
Then, when she had gone away to college, they had both had time to really look at their lives. Perhaps it had also been the fact that they were both only forty years old at that time. Perhaps his wife had thought to herself that it wasn’t too late for her to start again, to try again, to try and find something different. He had understood the reasoning behind her wanting a divorce, and he had accepted it, albeit somewhat reluctantly.
Now, however, at forty-two years old, something inside him seemed to have snapped. He felt as though he had been living in something of a daze, and now he wanted to wake up from it, wanted to shake it off and start to do something more with his life.
But he had felt as though the world around him was holding him back, or weighing down on him in some way.
That was why he had decided to go away for a while. He worked remotely and it was easy enough for him to just pack up his belongings and head off to somewhere sunny.
Now, he had checked into the hotel, and he felt as though he was ready to get into the rhythm of this new life that he was attempting to create for himself.
He told himself that he was still young, that he was still a good-looking guy, that there were going to be plenty of opportunities for him to meet new people, to meet new women. He thought about how long it had been since he had been with a woman, and it made him feel somewhat dismayed. Just thinking about it made him feel as though there was a clock in his head loudly counting down, running down the days of his life till there would be no more opportunities for him to have fun.
He turned away from the balcony and headed back inside. As he passed the mirror, he stopped to have a look at his reflection. He had got ready for a night out and he wanted to check his appearance one last time. He cast a critical eye over himself and thought that he looked good.
Despite the fact that he was in his early forties, he looked younger. He was tall and athletic, and he still went to the gym regularly to maintain a good physique. He was still a handsome man, as well. The years had not had much of an effect on his features. If anything, he thought to himself, the years had made him look somewhat more distinguished. He still had the same strong jawline, the same easy smile, the same thin nose, and the same almond-shaped, gray eyes. He had a good tan, and his face was almost completely unlined, although slight creases appeared around his eyes when he smiled.
He had short, dark brown hair with not a single hint of gray yet, although he checked for that regularly, every time that he felt as though the days of his life were getting away from him.
He was wearing a casual shirt and pants. He thought that it would be an appropriate outfit for the drinks he was going to. He still wasn’t sure if this drinks thing was a good idea. He had seen it advertised as a meetup for “entrepreneurs,” and it seemed like a social gathering for people who had moved there, who were working remotely in the same way that he was. He had a bit of an uneasy feeling about it, but he hoped that he’d be able to meet some interesting people, all the same.
He remembered the first time he had tried to go out after his divorce. In some ways, it had been a bit of a disaster. But, in other ways, it had ended better than he could have expected. There was a part of him that thought the latter was more down to luck than anything else, however. But he still held onto that happy memory of that night.
His divorce had just come through, and he had found himself sitting at home alone in the empty house that his wife had told him he could keep. He had decided that, even though he didn’t feel like it, he should go out for a drink to celebrate.
He had driven into town to a bar that he knew. He told himself that he’d only have one drink and that he’d be OK to drive home and, if he ended up deciding to stay for longer, he could always get a cab back.
As soon as he had walked in, however, he had started to think that it had been a mistake. He had hoped for a quiet bar where he could go and sit in a corner. However, the bar was packed and the music was loud. It seemed as though he had come on a night when there was a bit of a party going on. He almost just turned around and left, but in the end, he decided to give it a go. After all, he told himself, if there was a party going on her then surely that would be perfect for celebrating.
He ordered a drink and found a quiet booth in a corner.
He looked out at all of the people partying and just felt a wave of loneliness and alienation. He felt as though he didn’t belong here. His drink didn’t taste as good as he had hoped that it would, and he found himself nursing it, taking the odd sip from it.
He was about to give up and call it a night. He felt as though he didn’t belong here at all.
However, just as he was getting ready to down the last of his drink, someone slid into the booth next to him.
He turned to look at who it was, thinking that it must be someone who knew him, and he was shocked by the woman that he saw sitting there.
He didn’t know her, but he immediately wanted to know her.
She was about the same age as he was, maybe a few years younger, and she was beautiful. She had dark, auburn hair, light skin, a slightly round face with full cheeks with a splash of freckles across them, dimples, big, green eyes, and a cute little mouth turned up in a smile.
She was wearing a tight dress that, even as she was sitting down like this, still managed to show off her incredible figure. She had large breasts that were pushing at the top of her dress and toned legs that were clearly on view thanks to the shortness of the dress.
For a moment, he thought that she must have mistaken him for someone else. He smiled at her, and she grinned back at him.
“Hey!” she said, “What are you doing sitting here all alone?”
“Ah, I was just coming out for a quiet drink. Looks like I chose the wrong night for that, eh?”
“Well, you met me, so I guess it could be the right night for something.”
Their eyes met, and there was a strange intensity between them that was broken by her laughing.
“My name is Laura,” she said, holding out a hand to him.
He shook her hand.
“Dale,” he said.
“Pleased to meet you, Dale.”