This story involves consensual sexual activity between adults over the age of 18
There's a back story of course. And maybe we'll get to it some other time.
You live here. Free. Almost. You're busy with your post-secondary education and happy not to pay rent or room and board. You can come and go as you need. I won't interfere with your studies. When we talk, I certainly enjoy our conversations. You are an intelligent young woman and I find that very attractive. And, of course, you have a young woman's manner and a younger body. You look great. I'm also attracted to you physically. But then you know that.
I'm much older than you. I could be your father, or maybe even your grandfather. I'm comfortably retired now. I enjoy my freedom from the daily demands of a job and am happy to tinker with useful things in the garage, indulge in my photography, and music. I'm fit but not as skinny as I was at your age. I've always had a slim build and don't look as old as I am, though my body does carry some scars from life's surprises and is not as supple as it once was.
Today after dinner you wanted to talk. You had cleaned up from the supper I had made. I was reading on the sofa in front of the fire place. I could tell you had something on your mind. I put down my book and waited. It took a while. Small talk and questions back and forth. But then you started to open up about your fears and uncertainties and worries. Real fears and worries about classes and some other students, but nothing unusual for someone in your position. I was sympathetic, listening but saying little. You don't need my advice.
We talked until is was late. You were yawning when you said good night and went upstairs to your room to get ready for bed. I read a bit more and then got ready myself. Undressing, I slid between the sheets, nude as usual - and alone - and fell instantly asleep.
Sometime in the night you joined me. I always welcome you when you join me. It's part of our arrangement. Free rent in exchange for company and sometimes more. Why wouldn't I? Tonight you were quiet and your presence only registered vaguely in my mind. You too were soon fast asleep just as I was.
I started to wake when you rolled against me, your warm body nestling into mine, your thighs and the curve of your bottom gently sliding against my hips. Your back rubbed against my chest and you sighed. I slowly became more aware as you moved, your hips rocking in a slow rhythm. I heard your soft breathing deepen and felt my cock start to stir as you moved. I shifted to meet you, my cock growing harder and resting against the back of your thighs below your cheeks. I lifted my arm and pulled you tighter to me, lowering my head to yours, my lips moving to your neck. You sighed more deeply and gave a little chuckle as my cock continued to lengthen and thicken against the backs of your smooth warm thighs. "Hmmmm...." I moaned and opened my lips to nibble and kiss your ear. My warm breath tickled you as I moved my hand to your breast, covering you and pulling you back even tighter to me.
"I see you're awake," you said with a smile as you reached over my hip to slide your fingers around my cock. I grew fully hard at your touch. "Put it in me," you murmured, pulling one knee up to expose your lips. I shifted as you lifted my cock up, positioning the head at the base of your pussy. "Put it in me," you cried again softly, desire in your voice. I felt your heat and moaned in response, pressing my hips against you. Guided by your fingers, I felt the head opening you, your wetness and heat greeting the bulb of my cock as it spread your lips apart and found your entrance. I groaned as you let go, shifting your cheeks tighter into my hips to pull me deeper. But I held myself with just the head inside, holding my desire back even though I wanted to thrust deep and hard into you. You moaned, your voice husky.
