The allure of an older man is undeniable for some young women. The realization that this attraction even exists may not be apparent until you meet that special person, and the time and circumstances are right. It's not always lusting at first sight, but eventually, you reach the point when at the sight of him, you become wet with desire, and all you think about is having him.
Maybe it's a primal thing, the young inexperienced female seeking out the much older, knowledgeable and experienced male who offers protection, adventure, safety, sexual education and if she is one of the fortunate ones perhaps impregnation.
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This story contains interracial coupling, older man/younger woman, male dominance and some anal sex.
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I am a young woman, who is barely twenty, naive and perpetually horny.
I did something that was unexpected but exciting, and I did it with a person I have casually known for years. His name is Mr. Powers, Rufus Powers. What's so strange about the whole thing is that of all people, I would never have thought it would be with him, my Grandpa's best friend.
I've been mulling this over in my mind for a while now, and I feel as if I have to tell someone how it happened between us and I think now is a good time to do that.
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Rufus was just over 6'3", a physically attractive man even now into his fifties. I can only imagine what he must have been like in his youth. I knew Rufus had been in the Marines for many years, his health and active lifestyle attested to that military influence. He had a strong fit body with only a hint of middle-aged spread just beginning to work its way around his still slim, tight waist. Rufus reminded me of that gorgeous black British actor Idris Elba only with a shaved head and a few more pounds. Now divorced, Rufus had two grown children and three grandchildren (older than me), who lived in different states.
Rufus was a neighbor of my Grandparents. He and his wife Margaret had lived a couple of houses down the street from Grandpa and Nanna for as long as I can remember. When I was just a kid, I would visit during the summer, and the Powers' grandkids would often be visiting at the same time. Though I knew the kids pretty well, I didn't like Mr. Powers then. It seemed he was always staring at me, making me feel uncomfortable. I even remember him cornering me a few times, and trying to sneak a feel or brush his hand against my budding breasts. It never occurred to me back then, when the thought of an old man's "mickey dog" only produced an exaggerated "ewwwwwwww!" that a few years later the very same thought would get me hot, aroused and very, very wet.
When Rufus' wife Margaret left him a few years ago, he and Grandpa became closer friends. I later found out that while he and Margaret were together, Rufus had strayed and seriously lusted after other women. Unbeknownst to Grandpa, those women included Janet Billingsley, my Nanna, and his wife. Rufus was at their house all of the time, visiting with Grandpa, and when Grandpa wasn't there, visiting with Nanna. Nanna would often take dinner to Rufus at his house and stay for hours visiting, sometimes late into the evening.
After I had gotten to know Rufus better, he began guardedly talking with me about his relationship with Nanna. I had for a while had a sneaking suspicion that Rufus was fucking my Nanna regularly after his wife left, and I had been right. Their affair had apparently gone on for a couple of years.
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It was the untimely illness and eventual death of my Nanna that brought Rufus and me together again.
When Nanna had become ill, Grandpa and Rufus were constantly at her bedside. I remember one evening when Grandpa couldn't make it to the hospital I went in his place. Into the dimly lit hospital room I walked only to find Rufus sitting next to Nanna's bed with his hand under the covers surreptitiously masturbating her. She lay there softly moaning with pleasure, and weakly smiling up at him with a look of love and affection on her face. I admit I was shocked at first, but the shock and surprise were quickly replaced with a feeling of happiness for her. I was happy because she had someone eager and willing to give her the emotional and sexual release that she wanted and needed during this difficult time. Rufus looked up and seeing me, held my gaze for a moment before he resumed ministering to Nanna. After a few minutes more, Nanna's body began to tremble, and she quietly came as Rufus continued to stroke her. Nanna's orgasm began to dissipate, and she gave a deep, satisfied sigh, before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep. It was actually, sort of beautiful to watch.
Rufus adjusted the covers about her, and Rufus and I walked out to our cars and that's when he told me about his affair with Nanna and what I had seen him doing for her earlier had given him as much pleasure as it did her. He said for as long as he had known her she had been a very sexual person and even now appreciated his attention and the pleasure he gave her. He said if he could wish for anything in the world it would be to crawl under the covers with her and make love to her, to slip his hard, hot cock into her and fuck her the way she deserved.
I looked away in embarrassment, surprised by his bluntness. Undeterred by my reaction, almost as if he wanted to shock me, he continued, saying this wasn't the first time he had tended to her this way.
"Your Grandma Janet always enjoyed it when I stroked her to orgasm; she loved how my long, slender, black fingers could make her feel." Watching my reaction, he said he had occasionally taken care of her when Grandpa was there, asleep in a chair. I think he wanted to see how much he could shock me. He continued, saying that sometimes if she were feeling particularly frisky, she would slip her hand into his pants and slowly, but firmly stroke him until she made his ooze cum into her warm palm. The fact that Grandpa was asleep in the same room and might awaken at any time only added to the excitement and forbidden nature of what they were doing.
"Oh, fucking damn, she could make me feel so good," he said in a faint, distant voice. "Your Grandma was very special to me, Avery."
We stood next to my car, and he gave me a fatherly hug. He had loved his wife Margaret, and he had been hurt and lonely when she left him. When Nanna came into his life, she was his lifeline. I don't think she at first intended their friendship to become sexual, but it happened. Despite her efforts to end the affair, the relationship offered not only sex but also a very different and exceptional closeness that she needed, and I guess no longer had with Grandpa.
"Your Grandma let me share things with her that I hadn't felt safe doing since Margaret left. If it's possible, I think I miss Janet more than your Grandpa," Rufus said. I smiled up at him, and to my surprise, he bent and kissed me on the mouth. His tongue slipped between my soft, pink lips gently explored the warm interior of my mouth. I didn't pull away.
I felt lightheaded when I slid into the driver's seat of my car. "You remind me of Janet," Rufus said as he closed the door and stepped away from the car.
Still feeling the warm softness of his tongue caressing the inside of my mouth, I drove away wondering, what had happened to the man whom I had felt so sorry for earlier? Rufus had transformed into a hot, horny stud, obviously working hard to get inside my panties. My female instincts no matter how inexperienced told me this was the real Rufus. He was using my empathy for him to make it easier for him to get that large, black dick between my legs.
I thought about Rufus a lot over the next week.
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Friends and family gathered at the house after Nanna's burial, including Rufus Powers, and my heart went out to him. I found myself stealing quick glances at him from across the room, and occasionally I would look up and catch him watching me. With the expensive suit he wore, he was quite handsome, and as I watched him, I felt myself flush with embarrassment when I realized I could make out what appeared to be the outline of a nice sized package between his legs.
Oh, shit! What was wrong with me?
My eyes lingered on his crotch as all kinds of thoughts flooded through my mind. Here I was fantasizing about all the ways I could make this man feel better. I wondered if I could make him whine and groan with pleasure and forget his pain at having been deserted by his wife and now the death of his lover, my Nanna.
