Then again, maybe he would have. He couldn’t deny his attraction to her, and their difference in age notwithstanding, he didn’t feel like a dirty old man. Not exactly. While it was obvious to any observer that there was an age gap, what wasn’t obvious was just how mature Gloria was for her age. But—damn it all, there were other things that made plain their age difference. The bit about the phone being one of them.
Considering his age and his profession, it was impossible for him not to teach her things, and not just the additional bits of biology for his textbook. Coaching her through her first blow job, for example.
But here he was, sitting across from a sexy, demure teenager, stranded at a hotel, and forced to stay overnight because of the weather. He tried not to think that he was old enough to be her father—if he’d started that young. He also tried not to think that Gloria was the same age his mother was when she got pregnant with him.
He shook his head at the thought and focused on Gloria’s face.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing,” he said, pressing his lips together thoughtfully. “I was just thinking that it would be nice to get out of these damp clothes.”
When Gloria trembled, his smile got bigger.
“Are you ready to go to our room?”
Slowly, she nodded. Nate didn’t think she was scared, but she did look solemn, making him have his doubts.
“Gloria, it’s not too late to get another room for you. I don’t want you feeling pressured into—”
“Nate, I’ve been resisting the urge to throw myself on you all day. Let’s go before I make a scene in public.”
They got out into the lobby. Nate reached into a pocket of his shorts, gave her the room key, and told her where to go.
“I’ll catch up with you shortly.”
When she turned to go to the elevators, he couldn’t help but smack her plump ass, and the way it jiggled made him moan despite himself. She threw him a sultry look from over her shoulder and kept walking. Nate shook his head.
“Damn, there ought to be a law....”
Then he chuckled because there was a law. Fortunately for them, they were just beyond reach of it.
Gloria found their room, a short elevator ride and a long trek down a wide, bright, but mundane corridor. The Burghdorfer Inn’s chalet look was contained to the exterior and main common areas, but the rest of the hotel was less atmospheric and more practical. She stood outside the door to Room 236 and looked at it. She took a deep breath. As soon as she stepped across that threshold, she would be stepping onto a new stage in her adulthood. She wasn’t scared, not as such, but she did wonder sometimes if she was in over her head and that things between them were moving too fast.
Was she trying to grow up too fast? Not that she regretted anything. She was happy to leave her childhood behind. But the nagging in the back of her mind reminded her that this was all temporary, a mere summer fling, and in a matter of weeks, both she and Nate would go their separate ways. The last several weeks had been a dream come true, but a lucid dream that made everything surreal at the same time. She shook her head, not wanting to think of it now.
Squaring her shoulders, she swiped the key card.
The room itself was larger than she expected. But considering she hadn’t been inside many hotel rooms in her life, the room could have been perfectly average as far as she knew. It had cream-colored walls, and Gloria assumed the color scheme of dark green, copper, and rust was meant to evoke autumn leaves.
A king-size bed dominated the room with a dresser running the length of the opposite wall with a large flat-screen TV suspended above. A coffee maker with a selection of coffee, tea, and hot chocolate sat on the dresser. Nightstands on either side of the bed and a round table with two upholstered chairs situated in front of the huge window on the far wall completed the space. To her left was a closet with the sliding door open to reveal an ironing board and iron, several hangers, and a safe. Next to the closet, she got a glimpse of the bathroom. She went over to turn on the light and saw something she had only seen in movies.
A Jacuzzi tub and a bidet along with the standard toilet and separate shower.
She gave an appreciative whistle until a knock at the door startled her.
“Jesus, Glo, get a grip,” she grumbled.
She opened the door to Nate standing with that adorable, lopsided smile of his.
“I got a few things from the gift shop downstairs since an overnight stay wasn’t in the plans.” He held up two toothbrushes. “Which do you prefer? Blue or green?”
“Green, please.”
She pulled him inside by his belt loops and they kissed.
The room was a little chilly so Nate turned up the heater. They needed to get out of their damp clothes, and he let her use the bathroom first. When she came out, showered and wrapped in a towel, she saw how he’d draped her clothes, panties included, over one of the heater units and had prepared her a mug of hot chocolate.
“I didn’t know which you preferred, so I took a guess on chocolate.”
“Good guess.” She grinned and got goose bumps on her arms as his steady gaze travelled up and down as if unwrapping the towel off her before coming near to hand her the drink. She took a sip and he kissed her forehead.
“Get in bed. I won’t be long.”
Gloria couldn’t help but tremble at both his command and what it implied. Soon they would finally—finally!—make love again after weeks of what she considered tortured foreplay.
“Please hurry,” she whispered, looking up at him.
He fidgeted, bouncing on his feet, and lifted her chin up so he could crush her lips with his, his tongue infiltrating her mouth. The kiss ended as quickly as it began, leaving them both breathless.
“Damn it, Gloria,” he growled before abruptly leaving for the bathroom.
While he showered, she did the same for his clothes as he did for hers, but as she held his bikini briefs in her hand, a sudden urge struck her. She peeked at the bathroom door that was ajar. Quickly, she bunched his briefs up under her nose and inhaled deep.
The move was spontaneous, but she couldn’t help it, and the combination of such a compulsive act and the undiluted, masculine scent of Nate went straight to her head. She nearly blacked out in a sensory and adrenaline overload.
She went on to take several deep breaths, each one calming her down while mesmerizing her. One thing she remembered learning when she was Nate’s student was how a dog’s sense of smell is up to ten thousand times more powerful than a human’s. Nevertheless, she could detect from Nate’s briefs the scent of sweat, lingering soap and detergent, and what she suspected to be traces of a scent she never would have recognized a few months ago.
Semen—or precum—hell, she wasn’t quite sure which. She only knew that it was a scent similar to what she smelled after they had sex in the office and after she gave him the blowjob at home. The idea that Nate had been in a state of arousal throughout the day to the point that it made him leak nearly made her come where she stood.
It didn’t matter what the scientists called it, she called it concentrated male, or better yet, the Scent of Nate.
The sound of the shower being turned off made her hurry and put his briefs aside and get into bed. She had just got under the covers when Nate came out, butt naked and drying his hair with a towel.
“I’m afraid I didn’t make you a warm drink,” she apologized and threw the covers back, making an inviting space beside her where she lay in the center of the bed, nude. “Perhaps I can warm you instead.”
Nate froze, saw what she presented, and threw down the towel. He was beside her in a flash and soon they were kissing and groping each other.
“Fuck me hard, Nate,” she whispered, taking his hand and leading it to her pussy. He lifted his head.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, suddenly worried that her eagerness upset him.
“It’s just—” He shrugged, confused. “I always thought girls had th
ese grand, romantic images of lovemaking. Slow and sweet. Violins and doves and stuff.”
She chuckled softly. “Sure, we do.” Then she looked him dead in the eyes. “But you’d be surprised at how many of us just want a good, solid fuck.”
Nate brushed her hair back from her face and let his finger caress along her cheek.
“I can give it to you any way you want it, as long as you enjoy it,” he whispered, holding her gaze. “I want you happy, Gloria.”
Her breath caught in her throat. Never in a million trillion years did she ever expect to be lying in a bed in Nate Larsen’s arms, let alone hear him say anything so romantic to her. Dreamt about it—fantasized about it—sure, but never did she believe it would really happen.
She didn’t know what to say, so she said nothing and pulled him down for a kiss. Nate wrapped his arms around her and their bodies melted into each other. It didn’t take long before he found his way inside her and began to drive his point home.
Something inside her began to open up and Gloria got bolder with her caresses and vocalizing her pleasure. She wanted him to know that she was ready for whatever he wanted to throw her way. Time passed and they had changed positions where he lay upon her back when suddenly she felt his finger probe her asshole. She gasped in pleasant surprise.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“Odd...but in a good way.” She moaned as his finger delved a little deeper. “Oh, yesss....”
“Do you trust me to do this to you, Gloria?”
“Mmm, yes...please, Nate...please.” She turned to face him. “Do what you want with me.”
He kissed the back of her shoulder and she felt him reach over to the nightstand for the bottle of lube and a condom.
“For this to work,” he said, “we need lots of lube and you need to be completely relaxed.”
“I don’t know about the relaxed part.”
“We’ll take it slow.” He kissed behind her ear. “We have all night.”
Gloria didn’t know what to expect. From what she’d read about in the few erotic novels she encountered, anal sex was a different feeling and experience from vaginal sex. But considering her limited experience with sex in general, that revelation didn’t help much.
“Relax, baby,” he whispered, “just relax...and let me do the work.”
He kissed her ear lobe and nibbled down along her neck and her apprehension disappeared. Nate was true to his word, going slow all while kissing and caressing her and murmuring in her ear. After making sure an ample amount of lube was applied to his cock and her tender, virgin rose hole, he slowly got her used to the sensation of penetration by using one finger, then two, then three.
She felt him get into position between her legs. His fingers were still inside her, massaging her, stretching her. Slowly, he humped into her. She moaned, lifting her hips into him, and he took it as a signal of her readiness. He quickly removed his fingers to replace them with the head of his cock—and then he was in. She cried out, and for a moment, he didn’t move, allowing her to adjust to the sensation. She heard him suck in a deep breath.
“Jesus fuck, Gloria, you feel—” He didn’t finish but surged forward.
She gripped the bed sheet and groaned, trying to stay in position and trying to get used to the feeling of Nate’s cock deep inside her ass. She felt stuffed, ripped, and it was definitely a different feeling from when he took her virginity. She figured this was what they meant and what it felt when a man took total possession of a woman’s body. Nate now possessed her completely, and she was only too eager to give herself over to him.
Her asshole burned, but that pain eventually faded and was replaced with every part of her body coming to life at the same time. And when Nate reached around and gently rubbed her clitoris, a hydrogen bomb exploded inside her—it destroyed any inhibition she had remaining.
“Oh...my...FUCK!”
She felt her skin get warm, and then hot. Sweat even started to form at her hairline and tears came to her eyes as she started to buck wildly into Nate.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
Nate grabbed Gloria’s haunches and held on for dear life. He didn’t expect her to react this way, to become a live wire. It had been a long time since he’d had sex with a woman so responsive, let alone a virgin. It had also been a long time since he’d fucked a woman up the ass. He’d stopped having sex with Denise roughly three years before their marriage ended, and his attempt with Jill was a no-go, so that meant it had been at least five years since he’d done anal. Now that he was doing it to Gloria, whose soft, voluptuous ass clung so perfectly around his cock...so fucking perfect....
He began to reciprocate her enthusiasm and slammed into her. From all the grunting going on, anyone listening would have thought a pair of animals were mating. After a few minutes, he manoeuvred her onto her back and brought her legs up. Now he could watch her reaction and was encouraged to see her focused on him, watching him, eyes wide and lips parted. Gloria grabbed the back of her knees and he entered her ass again. A soft groan escaped her lips and her eyes glazed over as he sank deeper.
“Are you OK, baby?” he asked softly.
Her response was pulling her knees back farther. Nate began to pile drive into her. Normally, he wouldn’t be so aggressive giving a woman anal for the first time, but he just couldn’t help it. If Gloria told him no or to stop—he would have. But she didn’t.
Changing position again, he got her onto her stomach, took hold of her hips, and started up again, this time with short, rapid movements. Suddenly, her ass clenched around him and she came with a roar.
But he kept going, he was so close and getting closer, jack-hammering into her ass, making her scream, making her call his name, making her—
He came, and when he did, it was from deep within and with such force—he blacked out momentarily. All sight vanished and the only the sound was of his rapid heartbeat filling his ears.
Then, he saw stars. Actual fucking pinpoints of light as his vision returned slowly, his cock pulsating while being squeezed by its tight confines.
As a biology teacher, he knew the average amount of a man’s ejaculate—or at least what “experts” agreed upon as average—was just under a teaspoon. He always considered that to be bullshit because here he was, still going, filling Gloria’s ass with what seemed to be pints of his essence.
Damn and fuck! He couldn’t recall ever coming so hard or so much. How the hell could he think about semen amounts now? Especially when he’d just had mind-blowing sex with a beautiful, sexy...crying young woman.
The sound of her weeping brought him crashing to earth.
“Gloria! Oh my god, Gloria, are you alright?”
She nodded.
“Baby, why are you crying? Did I hurt you? Oh, Jesus, I’m so sorry.” He tried to keep the panic out of his voice but couldn’t help it. He laid his body upon hers like a shield and held her.
“You don’t understand,” she said with a sniffle, shaking her head. “I—” She cut herself off. “It’s stupid....”
“What is it, beautiful? Tell me.”
He pulled her around to face him, barely noticing the rush of semen leaking out of her ass and onto the bed. Damn, he really did come a lot. While he knew what to do with a used rubber and dealt with that, he didn’t know what he’d do if she suddenly had regrets about what he just did to her.
Their bodies were damp with sweat, and her hair was limp in the same way it was when she had come out of the shower. He inhaled, taking in her scent, kissed her cheek, and brushed her tears away with his thumbs.
“All my life I have made myself numb.” She wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand.
“Because of....” He didn’t know how to say it, but she nodded.
“But, with you, I want to feel everything. Even if it hurts.” She started to cry again and turned to hide her face in the pillows. “See? It’s stupid. It’s sick.”
“Oh no, baby, no.” He squeezed her tight
and tenderly kissed her forehead, her nose, her mouth—everywhere he could reach.
He was no therapist, but her admission left him in awe, not just by her physical strength and stamina, but her resilience. Gloria Goodman was no kid. She was one strong young woman. He used a finger to tilt her face up and made her look at him.
“You are not stupid and you are not sick. You are my Gloria, and I would never hurt you. Please...don’t cry.”
Nate’s words had the opposite effect. They made her cry even more. She was his Gloria! He’d said it! It wasn’t a declaration of love, but it was a possessive statement nonetheless and that was good enough for her!
“Oh, Nate.” She sobbed, hugging him back.
He kissed her shoulder, and burying his fingers in her long tresses, he gently but firmly pulled her hair until she was looking at him again.
“What can I do to get you to stop crying?”
She kissed him, hard, and he kissed her back. It became another one of what she called their “hungry mouth” kisses. A kiss so deep, so passionate, it was almost like having sex. It was the kind of kiss they would steal from each other at work.
“My Gloria,” he murmured over and over against her lips.
Next thing she knew, Nate had rolled onto her and nudged in between her legs. The sound and feel of the remains of their wet, sticky lovemaking made her sex quiver, and it affected him too. He was hard again.
They ended the way they started: slow and sensual. She discovered Nate had a thing for scent, and considering the way she had huffed his briefs earlier, she wondered if it was a thing they shared. He inhaled deeply at the curve of her neck, between her breasts, and the way it turned him on—turned her on.
It was well after midnight when their bodies were limp with exhaustion. Nate rolled off of her and watched her with drowsy eyes and a satisfied but tired smile. She reached for the nightstand to turn out the light when she caught a glimpse of her phone.
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