“Can we watch this in your bedroom?” she asked, and I could feel her looking at me.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“How about a room with some natural light? And what do you have to snack on?”
I showed her to the living room, which did have a TV hidden behind a painting, and an abundance of natural light.
I turned her awful show back on. “What kind of snack do you want?”
“I’ll go look and see what you have. Do you mind if I just make myself at home?”
I shook my head, but I did mind.
I was ready to tear my hair out; I wanted so badly to touch her.
She came back with a strawberry Popsicle. She’d chopped it in half, so it was just one long stick that bobbed in and out of her mouth.
I was about to lose my shit, and the grin on her face told me she knew it.
“Want me to grab you one? Or you want to share?”
I shook my head, looking back at the TV, pretending to watch it.
She laughed at something on the show, some woman with orange skin and black curly hair saying, “More. It can’t be sparkly enough.”
She moved in front of me, her barely covered ass nearly in my face.
I clenched my fists.
She sat beside me, our hips touching. She patted my knee and went to town on the Popsicle like she was giving me the show of my life.
“Jesus,” I muttered as it disappeared completely into her mouth.
I was so outclassed here.
She sent me a sideways smile that made my heart beat into my throat.
She pulled it completely out, smacking her red lips. “You said your ex-wife hadn’t sucked you off for years before you caught her with that other guy. So how many years has it been since you’ve gotten a blow job?”
I ran my fingers through my hair, cursing. “I don’t know. Fuck. Five years? Maybe more.”
She stood up, moving in front of me again. Very slowly, like she was testing the waters, she sat on my lap.
She held her Popsicle to my lips, and what could I do? I licked it, then started sucking it as she pushed it in and out of my mouth, her head laid back on my shoulder, my hard-on digging like a poker into her ass.
“Show me how you like it, baby,” she whispered.
I sucked hard on it, the noise loud, even compared to the TV.
“Jesus, do you think I’m a vacuum?” she asked, sounding perturbed.
I stopped abruptly, and she dissolved into laugher, standing up. She disappeared, then came back, sans Popsicle.
“So, tell me, am I too young even to kiss?” she asked, standing directly in front of me, this time facing me.
I couldn’t answer her. My opinion was in direct opposition with my need.
She took a deep breath, her hands going to the zipper at the front of her tiny sports bra.
CHAPTER FOUR
She slid the zipper down, taking it off slowly, and I lost my breath. No, that wasn’t right. My breath was taken from me. Stolen right out of my lungs.
Her tits were perfect, round and big, supple and buoyant, and fuck me, they were even tan.
She had to sunbathe topless. I was panting as she moved closer.
“Take off your shirt,” she told me.
I obeyed.
As I’ve said, I was unable to tell her no.
Incapable.
Literally.
Also, on a douche bag side note, I worked hard to look good naked, and it was nice to show it off, for once.
She made an appreciative noise.
I don’t know why, but I took that as a request to pull my dick out, so I did.
She whistled. “Holy shit. That is fucking hot, but can we kiss first?”
I flushed, and put it away, murmuring an apology.
She moved to straddle me, her hands going to my shoulders. Her spectacular tits made very brief contact with my face before she sank down, moving until my cock made solid contact with her through our clothes.
It’s possible I drooled.
I kept my hands at my sides with great effort.
She kissed me.
She tasted like strawberries, her mouth still cold from the Popsicle. And her lips were so soft that I moaned, thrusting my tongue deep. The inside of her mouth was just perfect, soft and wet, hot and cold.
It was, hands down, the hottest kiss of my life.
“Oh yeah, baby,” she groaned, her hips shifting restlessly, driving me wild.
She pulled back way too soon, but kept her lower body right where it was, right where it needed to be, if only we could get rid of these pesky clothes.
“Touch me,” she mouthed, grabbing my hands and putting them on her ample chest.
I closed my eyes and gripped that firm flesh that was too young for me. I hadn’t felt anything like it since my twenties. Hell, I hadn’t ever had anything this fine in my hands.
I kneaded at her fleshy tits as she bounced on my lap, wondering how quickly I could politely get my cock buried inside of her.
I wasn’t picky where.
A hand job would be more than enough for me, at this point.
Hell, if she’d just let me jerk off and look at her, it’d still be the best sex I’d had in ages.
She started to move away, and I forced myself to let her go, my hand going to my erection. I stroked myself roughly.
She made a tutting noise and moved my hand away. “Been a while, baby?” she asked gently, rubbing my palms.
I nodded, watching her breasts swaying as she stood.
“Can you turn on some music? Something with a heavy beat?”
My hands were shaking as I went for the remotes, switching through channels.
I paused on something I thought met her description, but she shook her head, and I kept cycling through, jaw clenched hard, cock throbbing.
She held up her hand when I stopped on a station that was playing a song about being drunk in a kitchen. The singer even sounded drunk.
I didn’t get why she seemed to love it, but I left it playing for her.
I’d been throbbing with need every millisecond of that ridiculous interaction.
I was starting to think she was just planning to tease me. If that was the case, I needed to go rub another one off in the bathroom, if I was going to live through this.
She started dancing to the music. She could move.
These young folks, with that twerking, I thought, just like an old fart.
I watched her pliant flesh gyrate in front of me, at a loss as to what I was supposed to be doing.
My hand went back to my cock.
“Hands off. That’s mine,” she told me, and I put my palm very heavily back at my side.
She turned, her butt way too close to my face, her hips thrusting back and forth.
Meanwhile, my satellite radio was still playing that drunk song, the singer now repeating the word ‘surfboard’ for no reason that I could fathom.
Finally, snapping, I grabbed her hips and buried my face in her ass. I licked her, thrusting my tongue hard into her little tiny booty shorts covered derriere.
There wasn’t a part of her I wouldn’t have licked, just for the contact.
She gasped and pulled away.
I would have apologized, if I could have found the breath.
“Not this time, baby,” said Iris, sinking to her knees between my legs.
“Pull my hair,” she told me, as she uncovered my throbbing cock.
I gripped two hands into it. It was soft and silky and baby fine. My eyes were unblinking on her as she wrapped her lush lips around my tip, then sank down, her tongue rubbing me as she worked her way down my shaft, then her hot throat gripping me, as she took me deeper.
“Fuck, Iris, fuck me, that feels so good. Don’t choke yourself now. You can use your hands. Oh yeah, just like that. Keep doing that.”
I moved her head up and down as I spoke, the words bursting out of me, 100% of their own volition.
Was this what a
mid-life crisis felt like? I was a bit young for it, but hell if I had a better explanation for this senseless plunge into chaos.
Regardless of how I wanted to label it, though, it felt incredible.
I was getting close when she started to pull back.
I fought her for a moment, shoving deep down her throat, until I realized how wrong that was and let her go. It took every ounce of self-control I possessed.
She smiled, licking her lips, as she came up for air. “I just had one question. You want a money shot, or would you like it better if I swallowed?”
I shook my head, at a loss.
Fuck if I knew. That was like choosing between one of her perfect tits. They were both amazing.
She smiled her siren’s smile and went back to sucking me into oblivion.
I shouted a warning at her just before I came.
She sucked me deeper, then moved up until her lips were milking at my tip.
She swallowed every drop of the liquid that shot out of me.
I decided I liked that better.
When she came up for air, her lips were swollen from her efforts, and she licked them with a smile. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in the entire sad forty years of my life.
I wasn’t one to fall asleep after sex, but I seemed to pass out cold after that.
I woke up, lying on my couch, a pillow under my head, and a blanket pulled over my shoulders.
That sweet girl had tucked me in.
I sat up, looking around. The house was completely dark. I charged through the first floor like a raging bull, turning on lights, looking for any sign of her. There was none.
Her shoes were missing from the front door.
I went upstairs and checked in my bathroom to see if she’d taken her bag. She had. It was there I discovered the message she’d left me.
It was written in hot pink lipstick on my bathroom mirror and surrounded by a big drawn on heart.
SEE YOU AT THE GYM TOMORROW XOXO
Her ridiculously tiny panties were still sitting on the counter.
I’m not proud of this, but I took them to bed with me.
My heart was racing as I headed to the fitness center the next morning. I searched my memory for a feeling like this, and I couldn’t remember one, certainly not in the last decade.
I felt alive. It felt good.
Her amazing oral skills weren’t even the thing I couldn’t get over. Well, okay, they were up there. But what consumed my thoughts was the way she looked at me. The way she treated me.
She was aggressive, yes, but I’d dealt with aggressive women before, had had no trouble telling them no or turning them down. But she was different. She was aggressively sweet. It was a potent combination, and one that I thought I could enjoy trying to figure out.
I didn’t see her when I walked in, or even after I dropped my bag in the locker room and came back out.
I got a little panicky when she was five minutes late. She was usually as punctual as I was.
I’d been keeping track.
I had to stop running for a minute when I saw her waltzing through the doors. I resumed my jogging as she disappeared into the women’s locker room.
I couldn’t seem to stop smiling.
“You look particularly chipper,” she told me as she came up alongside my machine.
I winked at her, and she looked delighted by it.
She took my extra towel, draped it over her shoulder, staking claim to it, then moved to the treadmill next to mine.
Some meathead approached her as I hit the weights.
She smiled at him, and they chatted for a bit near the drinking fountain. She was still smiling when she approached me. She used her borrowed towel to dab at my forehead, then shocked me by planting a soft kiss on my lips.
“You know that guy?” I asked, trying not to sound like the jealous maniac that I suddenly was.
She shrugged. “I’ve seen him here a few times. He’s always asking me out. I hope you don’t mind, but I just told him you were my boyfriend, so he’d leave me alone.”
“I don’t mind.”
“Don’t mind that I told him that to leave me alone, or don’t mind me calling you that in general?”
I was at a loss, but she took pity on me.
“I’m messing with you, Alasdair. Don’t worry, I’m not a stage five clinger.”
I didn’t tell her that I wanted her to be one.
I usually looked forward to my workouts, but this one couldn’t seem to go by fast enough to suit me. Just an hour and a half in, and I found myself asking her, “Do you have any plans today?”
“I have plans later tonight, but not until late.”
I wanted to ask her what the evening’s plans consisted of, but I was afraid of the answer.
She was a wild thing, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what all that wildness might entail.
I liked this little fantasy of mine, where she only acted like this for me.
“Want to cut out now, head back to my place?” The words came out of me before I could stop them.
“I’d love to.”
“Great. I’ll go shower, and we can take off.”
Her hand on my arm stopped me. “Wait. Don’t. You can shower at home.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice.
We were driving, about halfway to my place, before she said, “Are you afraid to touch me, Alasdair? Do I make you that nervous?”
I didn’t want to answer that.
She didn’t press the issue, but she grabbed my hand, putting it on her thigh.
I started rubbing.
Her thigh felt so good, so firm, the skin so soft.
She was too much for me. I’d been starved for too long.
My hand just kept moving up, though I willed it to stay still. We were nearly to the gates of my community when I made it to her pussy. I petted her there through her shorts, my breath panting out of me.
She didn’t stop me.
I pulled over to the shoulder of the road, watching my hand as I softly rubbed her. It was a fairly secluded street, so we had just enough privacy to make me bold.
She grabbed the waistband of her hot pants (they were light blue today) and pulled them down, showing me tanned skin that led all the way to the tiny patch of hair between her thighs.
She was a natural blonde, apparently.
I cursed, a long and fluent tirade.
This chick was so far out of my league.
She smiled and guided my hand into her panties. They were so tiny that I wouldn’t have even seen them if they weren’t hot pink.
I cursed again when I felt that she was wet. I pushed a finger into her.
We both moaned.
“Are you going to let me fuck you, Iris?” I asked her, breath catching.
I had to know. I couldn’t take the suspense for another fucking second.
“Any way you want to, baby. How long’s it been for you?”
My eyes shut tight, my other hand going to my hard-on. I started jerking at it. Just the thought of getting my cock inside of this hot little sheath had me losing it.
It was a bad angle, but I worked my finger in and out of her as fast as I could. She was so tight that she clenched like a vise on my finger. What would she do to my cock?
I’d been right all along. The girl was going to give me a heart attack.
“A long time. I had some angry sex with my ex on her way out, but that was it.”
She stilled both of my hands. “Can you make it home before getting off, baby, or do you need something now?”
I shook my head, too far gone for words.
“Let me tide you over. Here.”
She rose up on her knees, sliding her little shorts and thong down. Her body was so tight and tan. I honestly hadn’t thought women could look like this in real life. Better than Playboy, better than Maxim.
Better than any fucking thing.
She unzipped her top, letting those glorious tits spill fre
e, her coral pink nipples erect.
“Touch me while I suck on your cock. I want the first time to be somewhere other than a cramped car, where you can take me really hard how I like.”
Did she really just say that?
Who could turn that down?
Not me.
She bent over, ass in the air, and used both hands to yank me out of my loose shorts.
I plunged a finger into her pussy from behind as she went to town on me with her soft little mouth.
I was making noises I’d never even heard before; certainly they hadn’t come out of me prior to that moment. I couldn’t hold them back.
It was unsettling and exhilarating.
She came up for air, and I kept finger fucking her. I swear I could have been happy with just that, just the feel of her perfect little flesh tight around my finger.
She moaned and whimpered, and I used my free hand to palm her breasts. She stayed frozen like that, and I couldn’t believe it when she started shaking, clenching, and calling my name.
Was she faking it? I, frankly, hadn’t even been trying to get her off yet. I’d just been feeling her up, however I could. I’d been planning to eat her out to get her to come, later. In my limited experience, women were not this easy to get off. It took time, and epic amounts of oral. Hell, I hadn’t even touched her clit.
My finger had stopped moving in her, but she started to jerk her hips as her walls stopped clenching around me.
“Don’t stop. Again, baby.”
“Did you really…come?”
She laughed. “What gave it away?”
She went right back to sucking on me.
I was done for. I didn’t last thirty seconds after that.
I shot my load down her throat, and those muscles worked me as she swallowed every bit of it. When I stopped spurting, she made her way up to my tip and licked it clean
She kissed me after, my finger still inside of her, and I could taste myself on her.
“Next time you go down on me, I want to come all over your tits,” I told her. “And your face.”
I couldn’t believe that had come out of my mouth.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
“And then you can titty fuck me,” she whispered into my mouth.
Well, fuck.
Out. Classed.
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