All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.
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The Date Night Continued
The living room suddenly felt much bigger with Beatrice gone as Jessie's hungry eyes continued to observe Grace from a distance; he now felt that name was properly given to her; that blonde teen beauty definitely looked like a gift from God.
Grace had this perfect, long blonde hair that reached down to her waist, beautiful blue eyes that matched the colour of the ocean, her pink lips had the most torturous of sexual appearance, her face was near perfection.
As she left the living room, his gaze followed her. She had this exquisitely shaped, athletic thin frame with a perfectly shaped ass, hugged tightly, and it had a slight jiggle to it when she walked. Her long hair swayed slightly as she proceeded to the kitchen with a very feminine walk. The middle-aged man began to recollect his teenage years and how he would pass the time sitting on the bleachers, ogling beautiful teens like this everyday.
Hmm, maybe that's why?
he thought to himself as he continued to follow Grace's movement.
All those times...
"Would you like anything to drink?" Grace asked from the kitchen
"Ummm, sure, anything's fine." he replied.
It was then that Jesse realized his fixation on Grace. She reminded him of someone from his younger years. Maybe, if he played his cards right, he could finally get to win at least one conquest, granted she was already in college.
Meh, semantics.
While lost in thought, Grace began to hum as she walked up to him, holding a cold beverage, it snapped him back from his reverie. He watched as she got closer, he saw how her thin frame fit perfectly into the clothes she was wearing. Her long legs covered by tight black leggings, white ankle length socks and a tight navy shirt that provided him with a clear mental image of what her medium sized breasts might look like, when she handed him the bottle of water, his eyes locked right into her captivating gaze.
He took a deep breath. "I want to be candid with you, you are a true beauty Grace. Honestly, in fact, you remind me of this one cheerleader I was heads over heels in love with in High School. I remember asking her out once, but she turned me down so quickly that it gave me an Indian burn." He finished speaking and let out a sly laugh.
"I do?" she asked as she sat down next to him.
"Yeah, Victoria Kennedy, man what a trip." he said as he took a sip of water
Grace turned to him, she looked to her right as if trying to remember something.
"Wait, wait a moment... my mom's name is Victoria, in fact, her last name before marrying dad was Kennedy. Holy shit, she was also a cheerleader in High school." Grace said, suddenly surprised.
"Small world." he said without breaking his voice or showing any surprise in his face. He realized the moment he saw her that she resembled someone he had once met in his life, it just took him a few to put two and two together. He also knew that if he showed any kind of surprise it might make her uncomfortable.
At the moment he held the power over the conversation, he was trying to become that tantalizing mystery this young woman needed in her life, and he was also determined to become that one night stand that every woman has at least once in her life, the one that she will always remember and masturbate to, even when she's married and has had children of her own.
"Wow, unbelievable." she said softly.
Jesse thought very carefully, if he said the wrong thing he could mess everything up. He needed to reassure her that he was interested in the young woman in front of him and not someone from his past.
"You truly are beautiful." he said as he stood up and extended his hands to hers. Once she gave him her hands he proceeded to stand her up.
"So beautiful." he said again as he touched her hair, it was soft to the touch. He used that opportunity to brush his hands across her left cheek as he studied her reaction. It was true, he never got to date her mother, meaning he never got the chance to fuck her mother, but by Jove he will make this teen goddess his tonight.
"I... I think we should stop. You're my roomat..." Grace said right as Jesse leaned in and kissed her. His strong lips made her lose all her senses, instead of pulling away as she normally would've, she pulled him in closer instead. She loved how his strong masculine hands began to explore her nubile body.
Jesse wanted this, he knew that any minute now Beatrice could come walking in. A threesome would sound appealing to any straight man, no one would ever deny that, but at the moment the only thing he wanted was this beautiful woman to himself. He did not want to rush anything but time was of the essence. As their tongues danced with a sulty passion he grabbed her ass, picked Grace up and carried her to her room.
The room was as clean a room as you could make it, it had a hamper in the far back left corner, a full size bed with a white, wooden frame, multi pillows both pink and white and was draped by a white soft sheet. As he laid the teen blonde unto the bed, the soft smell of the clean linen mixed with her feminine perfume suddenly engulfed him, elevating his already growing desire to ravage this beauty to unseen levels.
While Jesse continued to softly kiss Grace, his lips slowly migrated from its pink embrace to her soft, salty neck. He nibbled it, putting just enough pressure as to not mark her in any way, this caused her soft moans to escape from its hidden location.
God, even her moans are fucking intoxicating.
The sounds of their kissing and her soft moans started to get his cock hard, he moved his hands slowly from under her shirt, down towards her flat stomach, it was offered no resistance as it went under those black leggings and unto her wet pussy.
"Mmmmm." Grace softly moaned as his finger reached her now aching love hole. The reality of the situation escaped completely when he began to softly play with her clit. "Wow..." she let out another sweet moan and then looked down at what this much more experienced man was doing to her. "...Mmmmm."
