The mystique around him was the drawing card at least it was for me. The voice on the phone and the lack of a visual amplified the mysteriousness even more. Business brought us together on the telephone while lust brought us together in person. Just the things he would say, his wit and demeanor quite different from my own. His smile and body language evident even through the telephone line there was just something about this man.
A meeting was arranged I found myself quite excited at his proposal, asking me out, "sure why not" was my feeble response. Not even really knowing what he had in mind, or who he really was, both intrigued me and unsettled me. Yet for some reason I found myself preparing for and arriving at the destination.
He was so young, this took me back at first I had no idea from talking to him. I felt very uncomfortable suddenly and ten years older. He has to be disappointed was all I could think those details of personal information were never discussed beforehand. He stood with confidence and that smile was warming. "What do you like to do," he asked? Not knowing he had no specific plan was a little awkward. I filled him in on some of the things I enjoyed doing and he willingly seemed to be interested.
The teasing sexually we had subjected one another to suddenly brought flushed cheeks I just kept looking at him and could not get over his being so young. I thought about just fucking this man for days and now that he was standing right here I thought I would be doing good just to speak a full sentence. "You are pretty much what I imagined, real cute." Instead of feeling more at ease discomfort eased its way in stronger.
All the things I had told him that I liked sexually on the telephone came rushing back to me now, looking at him knowing he was quite capable of carrying out each one and starting to believe he still would seemed to get the blood warming.
"Relax girl have some fun." He stood there with a big grin on his face reached his hand out for mine waiting for my response. I placed my hand on his and he began walking me toward his vehicle. Leaving my car on the lot I climbed in with him and off we went I had no idea to where, but I knew what was going to happen just as planned.
Casual sex had never been appealing to me before though I do enjoy sex very much but strangers are not really my thing. There was a connection the first time we had contact and the slow build up became too much to ignore.
He put the key in the door and we went inside he laughed and made small talk the entire drive which did put me at ease a little. I found myself watching his hands and how he moved his lips, looking at the bulge in the front of his jeans, the sly smile, putting it altogether seemed to get me pretty aroused.
"So you like rough do you?" He remembered that too I guess. "You have beautiful tits for an older chick." What could I say to that besides "thanks" the look on his face was familiar seems age did not really matter when it came to certain things. "Do you want to have sex with me" he asked? I could only just stand there. "You're not saying no." the big smile on his face got bigger. He stepped over to me and began rubbing the palms of my hand then running his hands up and down my arms, "your nipples are hard" he said. I knew they were, I didn't have to look. He lifted my shirt over my head and lifted my bra exposing two hard nipples, "nice" he said. Reaching over and pinching my nipple between his finger and thumb and grinning when I flinched seemed to be the start of an amazing night.
He loosened his silk tie and removed it draping it behind my neck and pulling me against his body, I could feel the stirring between his legs and I knew I was getting very wet. "I know what you want and you are going to get it" He moved very quickly bringing the tie back and bound my hands together with the silk tie. He led me over to the nearby table pushing my shoulders down against the top. "Get up there." He demanded. I felt his hands on my hips and he lifted until my body was across the table. I felt a hand on each ankle as he forced my legs further apart and my skirt up around my waist.
A sharp pull at the blue thong and it was gone. He was standing between my legs and I could feel his stare behind me. He traced his finger from the curve in the small of my back to the front brushing across my pussy folds. He did this over and over slowly. I was getting into the feeling, the gentleness about the time I felt his open hand come down stinging the side of my ass. "Oh, you like that baby don't you?" I felt him pull against the tie binding my wrists and lift my chest from the table, "tell me, answer me" he demanded. "Yes I like it" I responded.