Story 39
Summary:
Pete, twenty years old. He’s been thinking about breaking up with his girlfriend. But when he finds himself walking past her house and sees her mother, things in his life are about to get a lot more complicated.
Anna, early forties. When she sees her daughter’s boyfriend, she decides that it’s time she tested him out for herself.
Age gap, oral, sixty-nine, blow jobs, pussy licking, titty sucking, titty fucking, fingering, jerk off.
Pete didn’t really know how to feel about the return of Cindy. All of his friends kept telling him how excited he must be, how it was what he had looked forward to for so long. And yet, he couldn’t help but think that his own feelings regarding the event didn’t really match up with how he was being told he should feel. In fact, he had been surprised to find just how little he felt about it. And when he actually looked a bit deeper into how he felt, he was surprised to find that he actually felt something different. He felt something that most closely resembled dread, and he knew that wasn’t how he was supposed to feel about his girlfriend coming home.
They were both twenty years old, and they had been together for about a year and a half. Things had been going well between the two of them - or, at least, he had assumed that they had been going well. When he looked back on their time together, trying to work out why he now felt the way that he did about her return, he couldn’t pinpoint any one, single thing that, even with hindsight, could be seen as a warning sign that something wasn’t as it should be.
They got along well. He cared about her. She was beautiful. The sex was, and remained, absolutely mind-blowing, the best that he’d ever had. So, he kept asking himself, why did he now feel like this about her return? Where did this negativity come from?
She had been away all summer. She’d been offered an internship at a company in the city. It was an opportunity that she couldn’t possibly turn down. He knew that it was something that she had been working toward for a long time, and this really was a dream come true for her.
Still, it was undeniable that he had felt disappointment when she had told him the news. A whole summer away! But there was no way for her to commute.
“It’ll be fine!” she had told him when she saw the morose look on his face after she had broken the news, “You can come and visit me, and I’m sure that I’ll be back here whenever I get the chance as well.”
That had cheered him up a bit. He thought about visiting her in the city, the two of them finding a place all to themselves, far away from their friends and family, a place where they could do whatever they wanted, be together in just the way that they wanted.
And yet, somehow, it hadn’t worked out like that. There had always been some reason that he couldn’t go to visit her, and then she was always too busy to make it back home, even for the weekend.
He could look back now and see that some of the resentment might have started then, some of the cracks might have started to show in their relationship in those tense phone calls where they would break the news to one another about how they couldn’t come home.
It occurred to him now that he hadn’t even been jealous of her being up there. He hadn’t even thought about the possibility of her getting together with another guy while she was up there. He supposed that it was always a possibility, it had just never occurred to him up to this point. Now, he started to wonder if maybe, had something to do with it.
She was certainly a very beautiful girl, there was no denying that. As soon as he had first spotted her, just walking down the street one day, he’d been blown away and he’d known that he had to have her.
She was slim and petite, with an athletic build. Her legs weren’t long, but they were toned. She had a flat stomach and good-sized, perky breasts that drew attention due to their size on her small frame. She often wore tight tops to show them off and short skirts to show off her legs.
She had light skin but rosy cheeks. Her face was slightly oval, and she had a small nose, heart-shaped lips, large gray eyes, and shoulder-length light brown hair. Her face looked almost innocent, but there was something in her eyes, something in the way that she would smile, that said that she wasn’t really as innocent as she might appear.
She had passed him by on the street one day. Both of them were on their own. It occurred to him later that things might have been different if either one of them had been with someone else. Would he have dared approach her if she was with other people? Would he have been able to get away from his friends to go and talk to her if he’d been with other people?
But things had worked out well for him. Both of them had been on their own, and he had told himself that if he didn’t go and talk to this stunning young woman he was going to regret it for the rest of his life.
He turned and went after her.
“Excuse me,” he said.
She turned and looked at him. She had a curious look in her eyes, but she also seemed to be checking him out, looking him up and down for a moment. A faint smile appeared on her lips as though she was awakened to the possibilities that the day now presented to her.
“Hello,” she said in a soft voice.
He introduced himself. He told her that he just had to talk to her - he told himself that there was no point beating around the bush here, he might as well be honest about the situation.
Her eyes lit up.
“Well,” she said, “I am very glad that you came over to say hello.”
She looked into his eyes with an intensity that told him that the two of them were, in fact, on the same page, and that he was going to get just what he wanted. His heart was racing.
He was used to getting attention from women, he was used to women wanting him, but he wasn’t sure if any woman had ever made him feel like this, or if he had ever wanted any other woman as much as he wanted this one.
He was tall and well-built. He had broad shoulders, a thick neck and muscular arms.
He had tanned skin, dark eyes, short black hair and a strong jawline. He had an air of brooding intensity, but he could also smile in such a warm way that it caught people off guard if they didn’t know him.
“Walk with me,” she said. She took his hand, and he let her lead him, walking at her side.
They made small talk, getting to know one another. He had no idea where she was leading him. In those moments, he was ready to follow her anywhere.
Then, at last, they stopped outside a house. She turned to face him. She took hold of his other hand. She tilted her head to one side and looked at him quizzically.
“So,” she said, “this is my place.”
“Ah, right,” he said, disappointed that their time together seemed to be at an end. But then she smiled a wicked smile.
“Are you coming in then?”
Realization dawned on him. He grinned at her.
“Absolutely.”
She led him into the house, almost running down the path, pulling him after her. Suddenly, he felt as though he was understanding who she really was, the hunger that she had inside her.
She led him inside, slamming the door behind them, and then dragged him through to her bedroom. As soon as they were inside, she closed the door and pushed him up against it. She grabbed the front of his T-shirt and pulled him down to her, pushing her face to his, her lips finding his and kissing him passionately.
He kissed her back, his hands going to her waist and pulling her to him, feeling just the tiniest bit of her soft skin where her top stopped and her skirt began.
Then she was pulling at his T-shirt. There was no time for messing about, it seemed. It was straight down to action with her.
She looked at his body and bit her bottom lip. Her hands were all over him, stroking his body.
Then, she pushed the tips of her fingers down into the front of his pants and pulled on them, pulling him over to the bed as she backed over to it.
She pushed him down onto it, and he pulled himself back so that he was lying on the pillows.
She climbed onto the bed and went to him, straddling him, bending down to kiss him.
His hands went to her thighs, feeling their silken softness.
One of his hands left her thighs and went to the side of her face, then moved down to her throat.
His other hand moved up beneath her skirt and found her ass, grabbing hold of it through her cotton panties.
His other hand moved down to the front of her body and moved over one of her breasts. Her nipple was stiff and pushing at her top. His thumb pushed at it through the top, feeling a rush of excitement.
She was pushing herself against the hardness of his cock where it was contained in his pants. She was driving him wild.
She bent down to lick his chest.
Then, she raised herself up and looked down at him. She put her hands on his chest and began to rock back and forth, grinding herself against him as though she were riding him.
His hands went to her waist, slid up beneath her top. She grabbed hold of her top and pulled it off. There were her breasts, perfect, gorgeous. They were light with small, dark nipples.
His hands slid up to them. She sighed as he massaged them, as his thumbs flicked at her stiff nipples. Then, she bent down to him, kissing him again. He felt one of her hands undoing his pants. She moved up his body and pushed her breasts into his face. He sucked on them each in turn greedily, hearing her moan softly.
He felt one of her hands on his pants, undoing them. He felt her delicate fingers wrap around his cock as she pulled it out.
One of his hands went up beneath the front of his skirt and, as she started to jerk him off, he began to rub at her pussy through her panties. He could feel how wet she was, and he wanted his cock to be in that wetness. But he knew there was more fun to be had before they got down to that.