Jeanie
At 50, I Make Love To A Beautiful 20 Year Old Virgin
Everyone is over 18, and all sex is consensual.
© 2022 RMcCIV
I saw her across the room. I had a couple of drinks and needed to fuck her that night as soon as I laid my eyes on her. There was something magnetic that was undeniable. I walked over, and we connected. She was shorter than me, blonde, cute, with big blue eyes and kissable lips. She leaned into me as we talked and seemed to like me. The diamonds on her ears sparkled in the light.
We had a drink together. The talk became more intimate and heated. I could feel the arousal churning up my body and sensed the same in her. It was the company's party, and I was one of the hosts. We had to be careful. I gently guided her to a dark corner of a room where we were the only ones and said, "We should go out to the balcony." We did.
She started giving me the signs, the parted lips, the flush face, the erect nipples showing through her tight top, and how she opened her legs as she talked to me.
I leaned in to kiss her. She didn't object and moved closer, put her arms around me, and pulled herself even closer. We kissed for what seemed like hours, even though it was only minutes. Her lipstick was a berry-flavored gloss, and she tasted like honey and cherries and swept me off my feet.
My hands instinctively moved down to her breasts, firm B-cup, braless and yearning for my touch. It was a dressy blouse with elastic on the bottom hem, and I reached under. Scrumptious. So soft, so tender, so tight, so young. She was 20, and I was 50. I never thought I would feel anything like this ever again, and here it was.
It was our company's party, I was an executive, and she was an intern. Morally wrong but legally correct. She could feel my hard cock against her and reached her hand down to touch it.
"Oh, It's big."
"It is. Do you like?"
"Yes." She rubbed my cock some more, paused, lowered her eyes, and said, "I'm a virgin."
I was stunned. I looked at her and never would have guessed. So worldly, sophisticated, and confident. I shoved my cock into her closer and let her feel it for a while.
"You are what?!"
"I'm a virgin. Is that okay?"
I leaned in and kissed her as my answer. She was feeling my cock more aggressively.
"You like that?"
"I do."
"Want to come home with me?"
"I do."
We drove back to my place. Her name was Jeanie. She was cute, really cute, a pixie. Her blonde hair jiggled when she laughed, and she had a wide mouth made for blowjobs. Her tits were small, but who cared. They were more than enough. Her nipples were aroused and enticing. Her ass was tight, pert, and encased in black leggings that left little to the imagination.
We talked. She wanted a career in business, and I was a senior executive. I thought for a moment if this was a trade-off of sex for job promotion and decided, "Fuck it, who cares!"
We got to my place, and I poured us drinks. Vodka martinis. At 20, she was a bit young for that, but what the fuck. We toasted, sat on the couch, drank, and she told me about her life.