I'd seen her around; short little girl with perfect perky little breasts, a tight round ass, and shoulder length wavy black hair. She was always made up kind of classy with short skirts and tall stockings. She was about 20 years younger than me, though, so even though she always caught my eye, I had never said more than a mumbled 'hi'.
I saw her at least once or twice a week around my neighborhood - on her bike or at a bar or cafe. Many nights I jerked off thinking about blowing my load on her cute face. Or fucking that perfect ass. I'll admit it, I'm a horny white guy in my mid-fourties. Even hornier than usual since my wife and I divorced about five years ago. Now, I mostly look at porn and jack off imagining any of the various hot girls I see around town.
Saturday night I decided to walk over to my neighborhood dive bar. I was feeling kind of lonely and very horny, and thought I'd enjoy a drink or two while I watched the young hip kids get drunk and flirt. Over the last couple of years, I'd become a regular even though I was a little old for the crowd and I'd never actually met anyone that led to anything, except maybe rushing home to beat off.
Anyhow, I set myself up at the bar near one of the pool tables. There were a couple of games going on and I was only half paying attention while my thoughts wandered to some work issues. I re-focused when I became aware that my little neighborhood crush had come up to the bar next to me to order something.
"Oh, hi," she said.
"Hi, I see you everywhere lately."
"Huh, yeah, you don't really look familiar. Are you waiting for a pool table?"
"No, I was just watching."
"Well, I'm going to play so I guess you can watch me," she said and giggled. I felt my face redden slightly and my cock started to swell in my pants. She smiled and walked over to the table and put a quarter down, nodding hello to the two guys playing.
She came back to where I was and asked who was the better player so she'd know who to root against. I didn't want to seem stupid, but I hadn't been paying attention so I said something vague like they are pretty evenly matched. We watched for a few minutes and then as one of the guys was facing towards us lining up a shot, she stood up and stretched her arms out behind her head and arched her back. Her breasts filled her low cut stretchy white shirt. She had a sheer bra on and I could see her nipples clearly. Big, soft, and puffy. I saw the guy look over and then back to the cue ball. He shot, but botched it. She turned back to me and put her foot up on the runner on the bar stool. Her short skirt rode up her thigh to a tantalizing height. Now I was starting to actually get hard, and had a little panic that I'd get an obvious erection in front of this flirty 20-something hipster girl.
Luckily, she started talking about all sorts of things. Her job, her friends, her ideas on politics, music, etc. She talked my ear off and was actually pretty well informed and thoughtful. Turns out her name is Jill and she is a librarian at one of the branches. She mainly eats vegan and loves to cook.
As I listened and nodded, I relaxed and started to wonder if her stretching and the nonchalance about her short skirt were as intentional as I had thought. Maybe she was just being natural and was unaware of her incredible allure. I mean, this girl exuded sexuality. How could she not be aware of her effect?
After a few minutes, the game ended and it was her turn. She went over to say hi to her opponent, a young guy with a hipster beard and glasses, and all that. I figured she was probably done with me for the night, so I settled in to watch. Between looking down her top or checking out her thighs whenever she bent for a shot; I was pretty turned on. My dick was tingling and twitching in my jeans as I watched her contort and bend to line up her shots. Eventually, she lost and came back over by me.
"That was pretty close, you're not bad," I said.
"I hate losing, but I sure liked posing for you. Did you like the view?"
I blushed as I felt my cock stiffen. "Yeah, sure. You like to tease, huh?"
"Well, I was hoping you'd want to kiss me," she cooed as she fluttered her heavily made up eyes.
"An old guy like me?"
"Yeah, as long as you're not creepy." With this, she leaned in towards me, put her hands on my thighs and kissed me lightly on the lips.
"You will be respectful of a young lady, right?" she asked.
"Of course," I assured her. Shit, was I dreaming? One of the hottest girls in my neighborhood is putting the moves on me!
"I like to take things slow, so no sex tonight. Or, probably not anytime soon. But, let's get out of here," she said as she grabbed my hand and led me out of the bar.
We walked a little way down the block until she pulled me into a doorway. We started making out and she put her hand right on my dick and started rubbing me through the denim of my jeans. I put my hand up on her breast, but she quickly moved it away, placing it on her hip. "Don't touch until I say," she commanded. She continued to rub me. Which was rapidly becoming uncomfortable because it was getting very stiff at a weird angle and she was being fairly rough with it. But I didn't want to stop because it was hot and it felt so good to be kissing her.
Suddenly, she stopped and asked if I'd like to come over to her apartment. Turns out she only lives about a block away.
When we got there, she pulled me onto the couch and started rubbing and kissing me again. I was struggling with not touching her and put my hands back on her hips. I was slightly buzzed from beer and I really just couldn't believe this was happening.
Eventually, my dick was so hard that it really hurt in my pants. "I need to adjust myself," I said, as I straightened out my cock.
I leaned in and started kissing her again but she didn't return her hands to my lap. Instead she guided my hand to her warm and moist panties. I started rubbing and heard her breathing slow down. Gasping and moaning, she pulled her underwear aside and told me to finger her. I happily complied - a little surprised that she had a big hairy bush. The other young girls I'd been with had been shaved or waxed. It seemed really animalistic and wildly erotic. She was so wet it almost felt like her pussy sucked my fingers in.
Her hips moved in time with my hand, pumping in and out as her breath grew more ragged. Eventually, I felt her muscles start to contract as an orgasm overtook her.
When she finally came back to reality, she smiled and invited me to stay the night.
My cock throbbed at the thought. "I'd love to," I replied as she stood and led me to her bedroom.
She told me to take my shoes and shirt off, but she wanted to undo my pants. I did as she asked and then we stood facing each other. She stood on her toes and started kissing me with both of her hands on my chest. After kissing me deeply for a couple of minutes she started making her way down my chest and belly as she lightly rubbed my skin with her fingertips.
She dropped to her knees and began to caress my hardon with her face and head. I was moaning and I wanted her lips on my dick so bad it literally hurt. After what seemed like an eternity, she unbuckled my pants and unzipped the fly. Pulling down my pants caused my dick to spring to attention only inches from her face.
She put her hands on my balls and began to slowly rub them. Pre-cum was leaking out of the tip of my throbbing member and she watched, wide-eyed and smiling.
"Looks like you are pretty excited, mister," she laughed, as her tongue slid out and licked up the drops rolling down my shaft. I moaned loudly.
She leaned back and started stroking. Long slow strokes from my balls to the very tip. She was kind of swirling her hands and it felt incredible.
"I said before that I like to go slow, so no sex tonight. Is that alright?"
"Yes," I moaned.
"Most guys I meet only want to fuck me and never give a thought to my pleasure. You're not like that, right?"
