Confessions of a West Palm Slut

Packing was a bitch. My apartment was half full of items in boxes and half just random items strewn around the room. Even though it was only mid-May, I had decided to move out early. Not only had Courtney got me a job at her restaurant, but she also convinced me to move into her condo. I was tad concerned as I would no longer be living downtown, but all the way out in Palm Beach Gardens. It's not like it was FAR away, but it would still require driving into the city for work and bar hopping.

I had packed enough for now I decided. I was never one of those people who could organize or pack efficiently. I had underwear and socks packed in with kitchen utensils. I had all of my spare makeup and towels mixed in with shoes. To be honest, I just wanted everything in boxes so I could get settled into my new home, but that was still two weeks away.

Right now I just wanted to be lazy. I had been packing for an hour here and an hour there, each day. Today I had put in three hours of packing and it still seemed like I had made no progress. I had just cleaned my room two weeks ago and it was already a disaster again. One day I'll teach myself to put clothes in the hamper instead of just tossing them on the floor. Half my room had boxes on the floor, the other half had shorts, tanks, bras, and panties.

I took off my leggings and panties and slipped on a pair of soft cotton shorts. I grabbed an oversized T-shirt I had stolen from my ex-boyfriend years ago and slipped that on as well. It draped comfortably on me, ending mid thigh so it looked like I wasn't wearing any shorts. My legs were tan and stronger than they had been in years. They looked good even if they could use a shave. I climbed in bed, eager to lay mindlessly - maybe even fall asleep. I could smell Courtney one of my pillows. It was a good smell and just the scent of her - her hair, her perfume - was an aphrodisiac. I kicked some clothes off the foot of the bed so I could spread out more. As I kicked again my foot hit a plastic bag. I reached down and pulled the bag out from under the covers. It was the bag of sex toys I had bought at Courtney's prodding. I inspected the contents - a jack rabbit vibrator, a vibrating egg, and a black dildo.

"People really use these?" I questioned, knowing that a few friends had indeed not only used them but enjoyed them incredibly. It just seemed awkward to me.

I inspected the black dildo again. It was thick and it was black but as it sat in my hands, by no means did it feel anywhere close to the real thing I had experienced weeks prior. Just looking at it was a turn on though. My mind and body had become sexually insatiable since moving down to West Palm. Just the image of a penis, even if rubber, made me wet. Add in the memories that this black one brought back and it was no surprise that when I reached down to touch my vagina, it was already wet.

I slipped my cotton shorts off and grabbed the black dildo. It was time to experience this. I pressed the dildo against my pussy lips. It definitely did not feel like the real thing. The contrast in colors was still an intense visual; the blackness against my white skin made me even wetter. I became even more aroused as it disappeared inside me. While it didn't feel like the real thing, it still felt good. I brought my legs up toward my chest to change the angle, which had an added benefit of a clearer view of my new toy.

My hand steadily slid the dildo in and out of my pussy - feeling my muscles clench the toy each time it tried to escape from inside me. It felt good. Not as good as the real thing but definitely a fine alternative when I didn't feel like plucking some stud from my stable or hitting the town for new friends and experiences.

I pulled the dildo out and got on all fours on my bed. This position would be more awkward to masturbate in. As I was pondering the logistics, the phone rang. It was Courtney. This play session would have to be continued another day.

*****

I walked into the chic lounge which was serving as tonight's venue. One of Court's friends, Erica, was celebrating her birthday and had settled on this place which I had heard of but never been to. To be honest, I was more casual than chic. Everyone here was wearing nice clothes. Women were modeling chic, trendy outfits - the cost of which were no doubt out of my budget. The men were well groomed and dressed in nice, tailored button down shirts, slacks, and, my favorite, nice shoes.

I had on a tight black dress. At least it was supposed to be tight but my 5'6" frame was now one hundred twenty seven pounds instead of my former one hundred forty. My platinum hair was losing its glow and was now a dirty blond. The dress was strapless, showing off my shoulders but also showing off the tan lines left from my bikini straps. It was unsightly in my opinion, but this was the best outfit I had for the venue - at least until I showed up and saw exactly how trendy this place was.

My weight loss had rendered my dress a little more frumpy than usual and I had already found myself repeatedly pulling up the top of my dress as it attempted to slither down my 36C breasts. I found Courtney and Erica at the bar with two other women.

"Kel! You made it," Court yelled before moving into introductions.

"This is Erica. She's Mike's sister."

I had met Mike and his friend TJ at Courtney's house before. Mike was incredibly hot and his sister was no different. She had beautiful golden brown hair and piercing blue eyes.

"This is Stephanie."

I had yet to meet Stephanie before. She had black hair and wasn't nearly as pretty as Courtney or Erica. Her chic white top exposed the cleavage of enormous breasts. She had cleavage for days and knew how to utilize it.

"And...this is Jennifer, TJ's girlfriend."

I smiled a fake smile as anxiety crept through me. TJ and I had fucked at Courtney's house after a long day of drinking. I did not know he had a girlfriend, although in my state that day I am not sure it would have mattered. Still, I felt guilty.

This place was different than anywhere else I had been in West Palm. Everyone seemed to be posing or showcasing themselves for the others in attendance. Men were not bashful about approaching women. This place had people of all ages and they all looked incredible. As I finished martini after martini, I tried to stay involved in the conversation with Courtney and her friends but they had all obviously been friends for years and were talking about past experiences and trips they had taken.

As the outlier of the group, I was a prime target for the men in the bar. I had already had three drinks bought for me, engaging in small talk before rebuffing them.

This current drink had been bought for me by Rick. Rick was handsome and well dressed but an older fifty-four years old and had grey and black hair. He was over six feet tall, had tan skin, and was wearing expensive black shoes. He was from Maryland where he was a surgeon - at least when he wasn't golfing at the country club he belonged to. He came down here a few times a year to golf and fish. He was good at conversation and his lifestyle fascinated me. As he talked and talked, I pictured myself sitting at some country club pool every day, sipping drinks, and gossiping with the other housewives at the pool.

"So what do you say?" Rick said, interupping my thoughts.

"Huh? What do I say to what?" I asked.

"A dance!"

There was a small dance floor where a few people were dancing. Despite not considering myself a dancer, I found my hand in his being led out onto the floor. He was a good dancer for an older, white man - not your typical dad dancer. It was hot and beads of sweat had found their way onto our skin. As I pulled up my top once again he pulled me closer and spun me around. I could smell the scent of his skin and for the first time, I was finding myself attracted to him. Shortly after, he whispered in my ear that he wanted to leave. I concurred.

We took a cab to his apartment, less than a mile from my own. The buildings could not have been more different, nor the apartments. This was obviously how the "other half" lived. Chic furniture, elegant fixtures, and beautiful art. His apartment was expansive, easily twice the size of mine. It was spotless and organized with expensive furniture and pictures on the wall.

"Wine?" he asked.

"Yes, red."

He went to the kitchen to make my drink and I observed some pictures on the wall. One was a beautiful blond, in a college cap and gown, with the engraving "Class of 2000" etched into the frame.

"Jesus, has a daughter older than me," I whispered to myself.

Another pictured showed another blond, not as pretty. This engraving showed "Class of 2003."

I wondered who their mother was as there were no pictures of someone who would fit that description.

Rick delivered my wine and as we sat on his sofa we continued talking - about me, him, West Palm, Maryland. We talked about weather and wine and our love of the sun, and I found his finger tracking the tan line my bra strap had left. His finger started at my shoulder and traced down to my breast, which was half way exposed due to the looseness of my dress. His touch was gentle and felt good. He leaned in and kissed me. There was no tongue, just gentle lips meeting mine over and over. He stood up, grabbed my hand, and led me to his bedroom just as he had to the dance floor. There was a four post bed and the sheets looked like housekeeping had expertly made the bed. There was a long mohagony dresser with an equally longer mirror running along the length of it. There were two reading chairs at the far end of the room and a door which led to the bathroom.

As I admired the room, Rick had come up behind me and kissed my neck. It felt good and I grabbed my hair in my hands, holding it up to expose my neck more. He continued to kiss my neck while his hand simultaneously unzipped the back of my dress and it dropped to the floor. I stood there in nothing but a thong as his hands reached around and cupped my exposed tits. His hands were gentle, massaging my tits and then pinching my nipples. He walked me over to the bed and I climbed onto the overly large bed, laying on my back, ready for him. Rick joined me on the bed, still completely clothed, and pulled my thong off. Without hesitation, his mouth found my pussy and began to devour it. There was no gentle licking or tongue tracking. Instead, he was eating me out like he was in a pie eating contest. His whole mouth and face were pressed into me - his tongue flicking deep inside me before coming out and sucking my clit. My hips lifted up off the bed, eager for more of his oral attention. He obliged and licked me to an orgasm.

Rick stood up and took off his shirt. His chest was surprisingly fit for someone in their fifties yet by no means was he in shape. He had a patch of chest hair which was silver and trailed down to his belly button. He took off his shoes, socks, pants and underwear as well. He laid naked next to me and kissed me, his mouth still covered in my juices. I reached down and rubbed his cock noticing it was only semi-hard. I crawled down between his legs and began to work it to life. I took all of his semi hard four inches into my mouth. I sucked it feverishly taking it all in my mouth and then pulling it almost all the way out except keeping the head in my mouth and stretching it. After about ten minutes of sucking he was finally hard. He was a shade under seven inches with an average thickness.

I climbed on top of him and my wet pussy easily accepted him inside me. He wasn't as thick or long as the dildo I had used earlier in the day but it felt SO much better. I could see my upper half bouncing up and down in the dresser mirror, my tits accompanying the rest of my body in the rhythm.

"You have such shapely tits," he gasped as I continued to ride him.

I bent over and fed him my tits, one at a time. His dick felt so good in me but I was not close to cuming so I flipped around and rode him reverse cowgirl. My pussy swallowed his dick over and over. His hands grabbed my ass cheeks and parted them, a doctor inspecting his patient. There was no hair pulling and no playing with my ass. I wondered if the older generation was not into those things.

I could tell I likely wouldn't cum from sex with Rick but I didn't mind. It still felt really good. But it also didn't seem like he was close to cumming either. We had been having sex for a while and the pace was slowing.

"What can I do to make you cum?" I asked while looking back at him, my pussy and hips still seductively working his dick in and out of me.

"Call me Dr. Malone," he answered.

"Really?"

"Yes. Let me fuck you doggy and call me Dr. Malone and I will cum."

I climbed on all fours and waited for him but he didn't enter me. I looked back and he was just positioned behind me, his dick in his hand. as if he was waiting for me.

"Well?" he said.

"Fuck me Dr. Malone" I said sheepishly and unsurely.

With that he wasted no time pushing into me. His pace was furious and hard for a man who had been so gentle throughout the night.

"Harder Dr. Malone!"

"You feel so good inside me Dr. Malone!"

With that he pulled out and jerked himself to completion on my ass and lower back. I was glad he came. I was not a talked and had felt slightly awkward calling him Dr. Malone, but part of me also found it erotic. I walked naked to the bathroom and wiped off the cum as best I could.

As I joined him in the bed he was still out of breath. His dick was now small and still had traces of cum on the tip. I reached down and ran my finger along his tip. I brought my finger up to my lips and sucked it. The move surprised even myself but I was developing a genuine enjoyment for the taste of cum.

I rolled onto my side and he spooned me from behind. I could have fucked longer but in short order he was asleep and snoring. A picture of his daughters sat on the night stand - a reminder that I had just been fucked by a man old enough to be my father.