As an older guy, I love sharing new experiences with my younger conquests. Doing something for the first time with anyone is always great and this story is no exception.
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I collect you from your house and you are wearing the insanely sexy outfit that I'd suggested. High waisted Black trousers that perfectly frame and present your juicy slapable bottom.
On top, your big chest looks incredible presented in a red bra under a see through black top. The bra is straining under the weight and projects your tits 4 or 5 inches straight out from your body.
Your long brown hair is pulled into a ponytail, exposing your elegant neck and further accentuating the curves of your shapely silhouette.
You feel nervous at how incredibly sexualised I have demanded that you look. The curves of your bottom, the narrowness of your waist and the sheer volume of your chest make you look like some ancient fertility goddess.
Hand built to drive any man insane with lust and fill his head with thoughts of forcibly taking you and planting his seed deep inside you.
You've applied just the right amount of makeup to make your eyes sparkle, your pretty face glow and your lips are red and wet looking. The whole look is complimented with the expensive perfume that I bought you and that you applied behind your ears, on the back of your neck and in the warmth of your deep cleavage.
Even though your figure belongs to that of a mature woman, you are only 19 and have never been properly taken out. Granted you have dated before but they were with guys of your own age who took you to the cinema and bowling alley or treated you to a Domino's or McDonald's.
But dating an older guy puts you in a different class and when I heard that you'd never been exposed to a decent restaurant or felt the attention of real men in a nightclub, I knew I wanted to remedy that situation.
You look amazing and feel electric. You've never felt more feminine, more physically objectifiable, more asking to be raped.
I tell you how good you look and you shyly look down, which I chide you for.
"Look up and look proud baby" I say as I walk you to the car, my hand on the small of your back but desperate to slide down to feel your bottom through your trousers.
You push your shoulders back, adding another inch to your shelf like chest and a car toots as it drives by.
The restaurant is lovely, the bubbles of the champagne going to your head and you relax into the rare night off from your college work.
You feel the eyes of the restaurant upon you when you go to the toilet. Quick glances from some, longer stares from others and it makes you glow inside.
As you wash your hands in the Ladies, a woman tells you how incredible you look and asks if your boobs are real. You smile and feel a swell of pride at how your figure usurps almost every other woman in the restaurant.
I settle the bill and we head to the club. I feel smug and confident walking into the darkened venue with you on my arm. But the night isn't about me. I want you to experience the pure thrill of being physically desired by guys.
Not because you've offered them a sexy picture online but because you are showcasing a real world, tangible and touchable vision of feminine wonder.
We agree that if it becomes too much I will rescue you but for the time being I want you to experience the confidence boost of guys adulation and give you a flavour of what attention you would normally receive in a club environment.
We separate and you move off to one of the bars while I hang back and find a seat at a table to observe.
It's barely minutes before guys start coming over offering to buy you drinks, trying to make you laugh or even covertly brushing past you with their hands grazing against your bottom.
You feel their eyes (and occasional hands) on your voluptuous body and begin to recognise just how desirable you are. You even start to pick up on the acidic glares from other women who resent your looks and body stealing attention away from them.
You look stunning. Your heavy chest, curvy bottom and slim waist, combine with your long hair and revealing clothing to make you look like some kind of World of Warcraft temptress.
You hear all the chat up lines, listen to all of the advances, experience the wild flirting and maintain your breezy smile throughout. The attention from predominantly older men is a rush for reminding you just how attractive you are on a base level.
These guys aren't approaching you for your sweet demeanour or kind heart. No, they spotted the teenage honey amongst them and were excited at how your innocent face contrasts so dramatically with your huge womanly tits. That someone could look so young but so physically mature.
When the slew of guys became too much, the marauding hands too gropey and you were completely surrounded by men, I casually stroll over, take your hand and guide you to the table that I was watching you from.
Some of the guys make a move to interject but my age, appearance and assured movement dissuades them from pursuing you any further.
We continue to drink, to talk and you enjoy the looks that you receive. When the music improves, we gravitate to the dance floor and start to move to the rythmn. My hands touching your body as your hair bounces and your breasts enticingly move and sway to the tunes.
I cannot wait to get you home and feast on your flesh but for the moment the anticipation of that is satisfied by seeing the amount of fun that you are having written large upon your face.
Your brown eyes are so deep and seductive, your smile is broad and you are enjoying the chance to safely yet fully showcase your sexy body under my reassuring watch.
