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Too Young, Or Not
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'When are we going to meet?'
My tequila fueled brain
Responds,
'Right now.'
A mill worker, like his father
And his father before him.
Pleasantly surprised, handsome
Tall, broad shouldered
Dirty blonde hair
A mess, barely see his
Blue eyes, for
Dilated pupils.
I've avoided this one,
25 is too young,
Feeling like a
Cougar, yet
Unable to resist
His persistence from
A drawn out dry spell.
We sit, talk
His age falls away.
He talks,
I think about his cock.
He talks,
I want him to stop
Talking.
I get up and move to him
Bending my body,
Shut him up with
My mouth.
His hands
On my hips, pulling me
Onto his lap.
Straddling, I'm weightless
On those hockey player
Legs.
Kissing me with precision,
Hands up my shirt,
Under my bra, gently
Feeling them, light
Pinches, harden nipples.
He breaks our kiss,
To suck on them
Lick and bite, tease.
Rising to him,
I can hardly believe
His talent.
I push my cloth covered mound
Against his hardness,
Restricting growth behind
Those jeans.
I pump my hips
Into him, hump
Like it's high school.
Swiftly lifted, I'm placed
On the kitchen floor.
Pants discarded,
No time for other garments,
Pulls my panties to the side.
One finger plunges,
To test my waters.
I gasp, then reach for
His intention,
Far larger than anticipated.
I guide, he pushes
Inch by inch, slow
It has to be so.
He looks straight into me,
I release, release
Til he's in, spreading
Filling every last
Space in me.
His eyes don't break,
No jack rabbit
In this man,
Steady, rhythmic pace
Easy does it, he knows
What he packs.
What he gives is bliss
Gentle, to not hurt,
So as to keep on.
All senses heightened,
Skin tingles and
My head spins.
The pleasure is like a
Taste I've craved
For far too long.
Each luscious thrust
Feeding me.
Giving, in return
I slick'n his cock
For a smoother
Admission.
I'm brought to it,
Edge, precipice, peak
All of it.
Not even aware,
The neighbor can hear
Me, moaning, panting
Breath catching,
The spasm constricting.
A final rush,
Levy breaks and I flow.
My very first G spot 'O'.
'When are we going to meet?'
My tequila fueled brain
Responds,
'Right now.'
A mill worker, like his father
And his father before him.
Pleasantly surprised, handsome
Tall, broad shouldered
Dirty blonde hair
A mess, barely see his
Blue eyes, for
Dilated pupils.
I've avoided this one,
25 is too young,
Feeling like a
Cougar, yet
Unable to resist
His persistence from
A drawn out dry spell.
We sit, talk
His age falls away.
He talks,
I think about his cock.
He talks,
I want him to stop
Talking.
I get up and move to him
Bending my body,
Shut him up with
My mouth.
His hands
On my hips, pulling me
Onto his lap.
Straddling, I'm weightless
On those hockey player
Legs.
Kissing me with precision,
Hands up my shirt,
Under my bra, gently
Feeling them, light
Pinches, harden nipples.
He breaks our kiss,
To suck on them
Lick and bite, tease.
Rising to him,
I can hardly believe
His talent.
I push my cloth covered mound
Against his hardness,
Restricting growth behind
Those jeans.
I pump my hips
Into him, hump
Like it's high school.
Swiftly lifted, I'm placed
On the kitchen floor.
Pants discarded,
No time for other garments,
Pulls my panties to the side.
One finger plunges,
To test my waters.
I gasp, then reach for
His intention,
Far larger than anticipated.
I guide, he pushes
Inch by inch, slow
It has to be so.
He looks straight into me,
I release, release
Til he's in, spreading
Filling every last
Space in me.
His eyes don't break,
No jack rabbit
In this man,
Steady, rhythmic pace
Easy does it, he knows
What he packs.
What he gives is bliss
Gentle, to not hurt,
So as to keep on.
All senses heightened,
Skin tingles and
My head spins.
The pleasure is like a
Taste I've craved
For far too long.
Each luscious thrust
Feeding me.
Giving, in return
I slick'n his cock
For a smoother
Admission.
I'm brought to it,
Edge, precipice, peak
All of it.
Not even aware,
The neighbor can hear
Me, moaning, panting
Breath catching,
The spasm constricting.
A final rush,
Levy breaks and I flow.
My very first G spot 'O'.
Published 8th May 2015
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8th May 2015 5:59am
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8th May 2015 6:03am
8th May 2015 9:14am
Was that a pregnant pause after the big 'O'? lol This was a nice ride. Thank you.
8th May 2015 4:00pm
8th May 2015 5:40pm
Just don't forget the experience of an older man. Still, your long "dry spell" is at an end. This is stimulating eroticism, cleverly, movingly written. My only concern is with the dilation of his eyes. He might be a temporary fix in light of this. But this is a thrill. "My very first G spot 'O'." Congratulations Lookie!
9th May 2015 2:48am
9th May 2015 6:17am
10th May 2015 8:44pm
Great story! Love the dynamics of the two characters ... It makes for great tension. Bravo!
