Man of the House: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Sarah Rowling

  I loved hearing him talk about his business, the awkwardness completely gone in his demeanor, and only confidence and pride displayed. It was intoxicating.

  “You never said what type of store you owned,” I questioned casually, hoping to see more of that strong, assured Paul.

  “It’s just a small shop. I mainly sell to adventure seekers, but also to hobbyists, outdoor lovers, ya know, fishing, hiking, parachuting, rafting,” he spoke casually, and his modesty was obvious.

  “That sounds amazing,” I said, moving to the lounge chair near the bathroom where he finished prepping his curly hair.

  My legs tucked beneath me, the robe barely closing to hide my nude body from his eyes as he spoke. With every glimpse, his eyes lingered towards the opening of my robe, the split in my knees, and towards the precious gift that now throbbed between my legs.

  His nervousness returned, his voice cracking as he tried to explain the large outdoor stores moving in on him was killing business, and he had to make a big move. Knowing that the nervousness was because of me, because of what he possibly wanted to do to me, drove me wild with excitement.

  “I better go,” he said, quickly rushing towards the door.

  “Remember, order whatever you want,” he added, and then pulled the door shut as he left.

  My pussy ached, and the only thing I could focus on was the jets in that shower. Breakfast I could wait for, but relief from the sexual tension Paul stirred in me, I couldn’t.

  I stripped out the robe, taking the last few steps naked towards the bathroom in my room. Leaning in, I quickly pushed the button, releasing the jets, before stepping into the tile surrounded oasis.

  Jets of water blasted towards me, crashing into my thirsty skin. The pulsating waves teased my nipples with quick flicks like a hard tongue.

  The pulsations lapped at my thighs, begging to get to what was between them. I slowly opened my legs, turning just so the powerful stream could invade my pussy, spreading my labia like long fingers, and then penetrating my tight pussy ever so slightly, bringing me close to climax with what seemed to be little effort.

  My eyes closed, and I let my head fall back between my shoulders. As I loosened up, feeling the sheer pleasure the jets offered, my legs opened wider, allowing the water to penetrate deeper into my cunt like a hungry cock.

  Climax came with as little warning as effort was used to achieve it. My body twitched, jolted, and trembled as the water continued to tease my tortured flesh.

  My hand pushed between my legs, blocking the water enough so my orgasm would calm, and I could smack the button to turn them off.

  Why had Paul gotten me so aroused? Or was it the jets that aroused me towards Paul?

  Chapter Two

  Strawberry topped pancakes, crisp bacon, and a large soda was unveiled by a man wearing a black suit and perfectly pressed white tuxedo shirt. “Enjoy,” he said, hesitating at the amazing tray for a moment, and then shuffling off.

  I knew he wanted a tip, but I had nothing to give. When he pulled the door closed behind him, I dove into the breakfast with the same fury the jets used when diving into me.

  There wasn’t even a clock in the hotel room, at least not that I could see. Did time not matter when in Vegas?

  My phone was fully charged next to my bed, left untouched and forgotten until right then. It felt like Paul had been gone for hours, but as I noticed the large alarm clock on the dresser near my phone, it hadn’t even been an hour. Ugh!

  I gripped my phone, turning it on, and feeling the expectation of worrisome texts and missed calls. When it did finally light up, Lisa was the only one who’d tried to contact me.

  I’d been gone for an entire day, and not one text from Scott, or my mom for that matter. I sighed, falling onto my bed to read what Lisa had written.

  Lisa: What the fuck’s gotten into you? Scott said you left him hanging with blue balls, and the next thing I know Sara McCarthy is on his lap…..

  Jealousy and rage surged through me at the thought of Sara McCarthy with my Scott. But, he wasn’t my Scott anymore, was he?

  Lisa: Where the hell are you?

  Lisa: Hello……

  I scrolled through the seven other similar texts from Lisa, and pondered whether I should text her back.

  Finally, I opened snapchat, sharing with Scott, as well as Lisa, and held the phone out to show me in the plush, warm robe, my devoured breakfast on the silver tray, and the beautifully decorated hotel room I was in.

  I decided to just snap a photo, instead of making a video, still not ready to tell anyone where I was just yet, maybe never.

  I had to get out of this room, as nice as it was, there was so much more to see, and I wanted to see it all.

  My cut off shorts, still sandy from the make out session on the beach with Scott, and the tank top that was now wrinkled and dirty stared me in the face from the bathroom floor. My bag was gone, all my clothes, this was it.

  I fluffed up my hair with my fingers, and then used Paul’s thin hair pick to give it some smoothness. I had no make-up, and mine was long cried, or washed away. And these clothes, these dreadful clothes.

  Against everything I wanted, I slid out of the soft, clean robe, and back into my old clothes. The thong I had on was quickly thrown in the trash. Better there than on the floor and Paul accidentally finding the horrid dental floss that spent so much time up my ass.

  A woman, well dressed, and make-up looking as if it were airbrushed onto her face gave me a disapproving look as I entered the elevator with her. I’d used the complimentary perfume in the bathroom to rub on my clothes, and a damp cloth and hair dryer to get rid of most of the wrinkles in my tank top, but it was obvious I still looked as if I didn’t belong.

  I smiled at the woman, only to receive a disgusted lip twitch in return. When the elevator stopped in the lobby, I rushed out quickly, grateful to be out of her snotty presence.

  “Can I help you, miss?” A man wearing a manager tag with the name ‘Brian’ engraved on it, and a red blazer asked as I wandered through the hotel lobby.

  “Yes, Brian. Where is the pool?” I asked with as much confidence as I could muster.

  His eyes twitched, and his nose wrinkled like it was itchy before he spoke. “The pool is only for guests at the hotel,” he said shortly.

  He didn’t intimidate me, or at least I tried to tell myself to believe that. He was in the service industry, just like me, or like I was. He wasn’t no better, just because he’d worked her long enough to earn the manager tag. “I am a guest here,” I said quickly retrieving the room key from my back pocket to flaunt in his smug face.

  “I’m sorry. I usually know all of our guests. The pool is right through those doors, and at the end of the hall,” he said, thinking his line of bullshit actually worked on me. It didn’t.

  “I guess that’s why you’re the manager, Brian. It’s impressive to remember over two thousand guests,” I smirked, and moved past him in the direction he’d pointed me.

  The pool was flooded with guests, all of whom, Brian knew by name, I’m sure. Music blared as the DJ danced behind his booth, and women in tiny bikinis with large fake breasts seemed to be the theme of the party.

  I didn’t belong here

  I made my way to an empty lounge chair near the pool, spreading the complimentary towel down before relaxing.

  The action was contagious, automatically making my foot tap against the chair, and my heartbeat increase with excitement. This was Vegas. I was in Las fucking Vegas.

  My phone vibrated in my back pocket as I reached to retrieve it. Lisa’s number was on my screen, but I hesitated to answer. What the hell.

  “Hello?” I answered.

  “Penny? Where are you?” she asked.

  I could barely hear her over the chaos that surrounded me. “I can’t hear you. What did you say?” I yelled into the receiver.

  “Where are you?” she yelled into my ear.

  “Vegas,” I yelled.

  Silence f
ell over the phone. Just when I thought she’d hung up, or lost connection, her voice crackled through the speaker “bullshit!”

  “I can’t hear you. I’ll have to call you back,” I yelled back at her, even though I heard her just fine.

  Chapter Three

  I ignored Lisa’s calls for the rest of the day. If she didn’t believe me, then why bother answer?

  It was hotter than hell in Vegas, and surrounded by all that water in the middle of the desert was somehow making it worse. When I got enough nerve to sit on the edge of the pool, I was quickly instructed by a hotel employee, that I wasn’t allowed in the water with jean cutoffs. “I wasn’t in the pool,” I argued, only to receive a smug, give a shitless face.

  “I’m sorry. You can’t be in the pool, any part of you if not properly dressed,” the woman recited like she’d done it a thousand times before.

  I took the time to take a picture with the wild crowd behind me before I snuck out of the pool with my tail tucked between my legs. Didn’t she think I’d be dressed properly if I could? It was like a million degrees out there, and dunking under the waterfall would’ve been amazing.

  My picture posted to Snapchat, further proof and confusion to mess with Lisa, and hopefully Scott.

  After my encounter with the hotel employee, and the manager, I didn’t feel confident enough to venture out to a place I didn’t have a room key. If all the hotels were like this, I’d best stay at the one I could at least prove I belonged at, even if I didn’t look the part.

  The door opened, and Paul hollered into the hotel room to announce his arrival. “In here,” I yelled back from the king size bed where I’d spent the majority of my first full day in Las Vegas.

  “I didn’t think you’d be here,” he sounded surprised.

  I shrugged my shoulders, trying to mask the rejection I’d felt from the swanky hotel he’d been so kind to shelter me in.

  “Did you eat?” he asked.

  I nodded. “The best strawberry pancakes I’d ever eaten.”

  “Nothing since?” he asked, leaning against the bedroom door frame.

  I shook my head. After the first meal, and that awkwardness with the tipping situation, I’d lost my appetite.

  “Okay. Well, did you at least check out the pool?” he asked.

  I slid up on the mattress, crossing my legs and leaning against the headboard. “I did,” I replied.

  “This is supposed to be one of the top pools in Vegas,” he boasted.

  “Top what, snooty pools in Vegas?” I mumbled.

  He looked concerned as his lips pursed together.

  “It was nice,” I quickly retorted.

  “Nice, but snooty?” he chuckled.

  Something about the way he stood there, leaning so casually against the door frame brought back that sensation of arousal in my breasts, and my pussy.

  His slacks were loose, but my eyes still wandered to his crotch, trying to trace the outline of his cock through the material. It was impossible the way it bunched up.

  “So, why were they snooty?” he questioned.

  I hesitated for a moment, but then spilled the entire ordeal, from the room service guy staring at me, the hotel manager stopping me, and finally, to the employee at the pool who made me take my feet out of the water.

  “Why did you stay here? There’s an entire strip to see and explore,” he exclaimed.

  I didn’t have any money, was obviously dressed like a bag lady, and honestly, I’d had my fill of Vegas.

  “I liked hanging out here,” I lied. I’d hated it, but it was more comfortable.

  He shook his head slowly, his lips curling into a smile. “No one comes to Vegas to stay in the hotel.”

  “I didn’t come to Vegas on purpose. I was just trying to get to Phoenix,” I blurted as tears filled my eyes.

  “I’ll be here for a couple more days, and then I’ll take you to Phoenix, deliver you right to your grandma’s house, myself,” he said.

  “But, while you’re here, you’re my guest, and I’m gonna show you the town,” he insisted.

  “Oh yah, like anyone is going to let me see this town. I’m eighteen, broke, dressed like a bum, and have no makeup to hide the fact I look twelve without it,” I struggled to continue to keep my self-pity tears at bay.

  “Do me a favor. Get a shower, if you need one, and I’ll handle everything else,” his eyes were so blue they lost me in a sea of happiness.

  “It’s okay. I don’t need to see Vegas. I appreciate you letting me stay here, and taking me to Phoenix. I’ll hang out here in the hotel until it’s time to leave,” I protested.

  “This is non-negotiable. I want to go out. I’ve been here seven times, and I’ve never made it past my hotel casino or the convention center. I hate doing anything alone, so you’d be doing me a favor,” he insisted.

  “Fine,” I sighed, falling back onto the mattress to hide my smile. His chuckle told me he’d seen it, or at least knew it was there.

  “I’ll give you an hour,” he instructed.

  “And lay off those jets, hotel management said my water bill is skyrocketing,” he grinned, letting his tongue slide onto his bottom lip before he let out a laugh.

  My face flushed. Even though he was only teasing, the fact that he was right made me nervous and giggly.

  “Wow. So that’s the true story behind why you spent the entire day up here,” he laughed, shaking his head as his cheeks started to blush.

  I was speechless.

  “One hour,” he said, pulling my door closed as he left me alone in the room.

  Chapter Four

  Paul tapped on my bedroom door, softly calling my name through the heavy wood.

  “You can come in,” I called back, not worried that my robe was loosened enough to give him a glimpse of cleavage, and a decent amount of leg to soak in.

  His head popped through the door, smiling. “I think you’re beautiful just the way you are. But, since it bothers you, I have something out here for you,” he spoke slowly, and stirred up my curiosity.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “Can I send her in?” he asked.

  Her?

  My eyebrows lifted high on my forehead, and my head tilted as I tried to read him, but couldn’t. “Donna,” he said, turning his head to speak to whoever he brought into the hotel suite.

  He pushed open my door to reveal a prim and proper brunette wearing a short, tight pink dress with matching lips, and heels.

  “Hi. You must be, Penny,” she said cheerfully.

  “I am,” I choked out, still in shock.

  She clutched a pink box in her right hand, something about the size of a tackle box. “Why are you here?” I asked, since Paul obviously wasn’t going to expand on his surprise, and Donna just wanted to stand there and look pretty.

  “I’m from the beauty salon downstairs. I’ll be doing your make-up and hair tonight,” she explained.

  My eyes widened on Paul, and a smile spread across my face.

  Forty minutes with Donna, and I looked like a million bucks. She left me all the makeup she’d used, and then complimented me before she left. A woman like that had never complimented me before, they usually snarled at me like the snoot in the elevator earlier that day.

  Paul carried in several bags and boxes as Donna left, placing them on the bed. “This should help replace what you lost,” he said sweetly.

  The items I lost came from the thrift store, or were hand-me-downs from my mom. These items came in fancy pink bags, silver laced boxes, and were nothing like what I lost.

  “You didn’t have to do this,” I argued once again.

  “I told you. I hate being alone. I’ve been alone most of my life. I’m not sure why I talked to you. I never talk to anyone. But, I’m glad I did, Penny. Really glad,” he spoke gently.

  “Thank you,” I said, rushing into his arms for a hug.

  My robe was barely tied, loose, and some of the flesh of my right breast rubbed against the smooth mate
rial of his dress shirt, sending electricity through my body.

  I pulled back slowly, our lips close enough to kiss. I wanted to. The hard cock beginning to press into my belly made me believe he wanted to.

  “I’m starving,” he said nervously, gently pulling from my embrace.

  “You want to thank me, pick something quick, and feed me,” he laughed, pulling the door shut as he left.

  I’d admired the hot pink short dress with matching shoes Donna wore, so when I found the same items in my boxes, I was elated.

  Five minutes to get dressed, ten minutes to fuss in front of the mirror, and I was finally ready to see Vegas.

  Stunned is the word I’d use if I had to describe Paul’s face when I walked out of that room. The pink latex of the dress hugged my curves and rested its seam just below my ass cheeks, showing off my long, lean legs. I loved it. I looked good, and I loved it.

  “Okay. My first time seeing Vegas, and it’s with the most beautiful woman in the town,” Paul spoke sweetly.

  I could picture him as the romantic type, definitely. I wasn’t even a love interest, and look how attentive he’d been. I wondered why he wasn’t in a relationship, or already married with kids. Maybe there was something I was missing.

  The entire night was a blast. I felt amazing in my dress, and I noticed Paul’s hand slide to the small of my back, and his stride lengthen each time a man glanced my direction. It was a euphoric feeling to be with someone so proud to have you on his arm.

  Paul wasn’t kidding when he said he was starving, at dinner he devoured a thirty-two ounce steak, and all his sides while I pretended to enjoy my cobb salad. My dress was so tight I feared it would pop off even from eating the lettuce.

  The tickets the restaurant manager gave me got us into a comedy show and one of the swanky clubs for dancing. The guy at the door stared me down, and I was waiting for him to ask for ID, but he just nodded and let us enter, giving a Paul a wink as we passed through.