Ryan was going to look up an old friend, in London, whom he hadn't seen for a few years. We kissed as he headed for the car.
I knew I would miss him, but I also knew David would take good care of me, until he got back.
"It's only a day, I'll be back tomorrow evening." he told me.
"Drive carefully, I love you!" I said.
He drove off, and I watched, as the car disappeared down the long drive. I turned to head back inside, and saw David at the gate. We smiled at each other as I walked towards him.
"So, you're all mine today then?" he asked.
"I am, so you'd better take care of me!" I replied.
"I'm sure I can tend to your every need." he said.
With that, we headed inside, and once in the house, we turned to each other and kissed. I was already soaking wet, and really couldn't get enough of David. He was swollen, and I rubbed him through his trousers, feeling him grow massively as I did so.
He took my hand, and led me through to the drawing room, and we sat down on the big Chesterfield. We resumed kissing, and I felt so full of desire, as this man, 50 years my senior, explored my mouth with his tongue. His hands were running all over my legs, and he slipped one hand up my short dress, and once again I felt his touch on my pussy, through my panties. He had such a way with his hands, firm, but not rough, sensitive, but not too delicate, just what a young woman like me needed from a mature man.
I wanted to surrender myself to him, letting him take me any way he wanted, without resisting. I knew Ryan approved, so that made it much easier to relax. Our tongues continued to make love in our mouths, and I reached once more for his fat cock. I unzipped him, and let it spring free, wrapping my hand around it, and moving gently up and down. His foreskin rolled back and forth over the head. I squeezed a drop of pre-come from the tip, and licked it from my finger and thumb. David pulled at my panties, slipping them down, just enough to slip his fingers inside me.
"That feels so good!" I yelled out.
He slipped my dress over my head, and once again I was just in my panties, and they were partly off. I ripped at his shirt, and he pulled it off, as I felt my pussy quiver, as I saw his wonderful silver hairy chest. I ran my fingers through the hair, as he rubbed and fingered my pussy, then, he pulled my panties down completely.
I did the same with his trousers, and slipped onto my knees on the floor, pushing his legs apart, so I could slide his fat cock into my mouth. I sucked him expertly, as I felt his chest and played with his nipples, making him tense up as they were so sensitive. He pushed me onto the carpet, and straddled me, his big cock hanging over my face, as he then buried his tongue between my thighs. He licked my clit beautifully, and I shuddered as I came. I swallowed as much of his cock as I could, and he thrusted down slightly, gently fucking my mouth.
As I sucked him, I felt his tongue, running up and down the length of my pussy, and then he lifted my bum up slightly, and licked my bum hole. I felt his tongue probe my hole, before he slipped a finger inside, and started pushing in and out of my bum.
"You like that?" he asked.
"Oh yes, it's good, keep going please!" I told him.
He did as I asked, and I felt another orgasm running through me. He slid off me and turned around, offering me his fingers, which I took in my mouth and sucked. He was above me as we lay on the carpet, and with my legs already apart, he let his cock push at my pussy entrance, easing it inside as I gasped.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to that thickness." I said.
"Too much for you? he asked.
"Oh no, I'll just never get used to it." and I smiled at him.
He began, gently fucking me, as I lay on my back, and I ran my hands over his chest, through that silver hair, and over his back. I lifted my head, and licked at his nipples, which made him tense up again.
"You know how to tease." he said.
"I know what men like." I told him.
He was holding himself up on his arms, as he fucked me, and I told him to let go, and lie on me. I wrapped my legs around him, and buried my face in his neck and shoulder, as he fucked harder and faster. I gripped his back, and held him tighter against me as I felt myself about to come. I squeezed him as hard as I could with my legs, as I shuddered again. He began to groan more loudly, and before long he yelled,
"I'm coming, oh God I'm coming so hard!"
I felt his come inside me once more, as he gave each deep thrust, holding them for a second, before pulling out again, and thrusting back in as another load spilled into me. He stopped, and I told him to relax, and he lay with his full body weight on me. It felt so good as we held each other, and I didn't want to move. He lifted his head, and we kissed again, before he pulled out and lifted off my body.
I felt so good, as he was such a fantastic lover, not to mention having such a fantastic cock.
"So, what is it about older men then?" he asked.
"I honestly can't explain." I told him.
"All I know is that when my friends were all fancying pop stars, and film stars, I was thinking about my grandfather's friends." I added.
"So how was Ryan different?" he asked.
"Well, I guess we just clicked, we really enjoyed each other's company." I said.
"We really are good together, I think, but I still have a thing for old men." I explained.
"I for one, am very glad about that." he said smiling.
He ran his hand over me, admiring my breasts and enjoying my soft skin, and I enjoyed the feeling. I said we should do something, as we couldn't just fuck all day. David agreed, and we got up and went for a shower. In the shower, we soaped each other all over, and it felt nice to be washed by his mature hands. We didn't do anything, as we were both recovering from what we'd just done, although it was tempting.
"So, what shall we do David?" I asked.
"What would you like to do?" he replied.
"Why don't we go out for lunch, there must be a nice hotel around these parts?" I suggested.
As we drove along the country lanes, I realized I was starting to feel something for David, not just great sex. I felt guilty, because Ryan knew the other men were purely sex, but now I was feeling emotions for his friend. I sensed David felt the same, but didn't dare say because of the gulf between us.
We arrived at a lovely country house hotel, set in the most spectacular English countryside. It had a huge lawn in front, going all the way down to a lovely river, and there were croquet hoops on the grass, so I thought this could turn out to be fun. We went inside and the maรฎtre d' greeted us, and showed us to a nice table by a window. I looked at the menu, and David ordered a nice bottle of wine. As we waited on our food, we chatted more about our lives. David told me his long marriage had never really been a happy one. It had never been bad, just not full of love and excitement. I suggested, he was just feeling like that, because of the excitement he'd experienced in the past couple of days, but he rejected this, and explained that, after their first child, things had just settled into a routine of work, home, work, home.
"Believe me Kerry, life passes you by before you've realized it." he said.
"Well, it hasn't passed you by entirely has it." I said, as I reached over and touched his hand, smiling at him.
The waiter arrived with the food, and David pulled his hand away, looking embarrassed.
"Don't pull away!" I scolded him. "We're not doing anything wrong."
"I just don't want them thinking I'm some dirty old man." he said.
"But you are a dirty old man, a very dirty old man!" I said with a smile.
He smiled and relaxed, and we began our lunch. I saw the waiter watching from the other side of the dining room, and leaned forward, and kissed David passionately.
"Now they know I'm not your niece." I laughed.