I knew the moment I laid eyes on her lovely beauty I had to have her. Jennifer had just started at the office, and she gave a whole new outlook on work to me. But she was 21 and I was 48, a formidable age span.
But this did not stop me from craving her femininity...from lying awake endlessly at night, dreaming of her wetness and longing to fill her with my huge manhood. You see, I am a very manly man and young women find me attractive and the feeling is mutual. I have, shall you say, qualities that young women find arousing...and sometimes...fulfilling.
I'm not going to lie...I craved Jennifer in my cock. When she bent over to clear the copier I could see clearly the outline of her lovely ass. She often wore sexy purple panties and this drove me insane. I wanted to take her...I am the kind of man who knows what he needs from a girl. Jennifer made my manly blood boil and secretly, discreetly I set out to womanize her.
As I said, women find me attractive. Not that I am amazingly handsome or anything, but I am masculine and muscular, tall and strong, a couple tattoos that, while somewhat out-of-the-ordinary around the office, seem to catch the eyes of the younger office staff. It happened that morning I came in early to catch up on overdue accounts. There she was. Leaning over the desk and wearing the hot summer dress that caused me so many nights lost sleep laying in manly abandon. As I approached her I could smell her lovely perfume. She was so young. Not overly tall but not short either, but womanly, oh so womanly, her lovely curves drove me crazy, and the incredibly sexy petite tattoo of ripe cherries that revealed itself on her upper breast just below her neck, seemed to say, "I'm juicy and succulent". Her shoulder length dark-brown hair was never tied up...she knew...she knew she was beautiful.
I knew this was the time. We were alone together and there was no time to waste to put my manly plan into action. I approached her from behind. I was inches from her gorgeous ass when she turned, startled and when she turned, she looked into my eyes and squeaked,
"damn, you scared me," and she giggled playfully.
I made up some nonsense about looking for a missing account and we bantered. Her eyes never left mine and I locked on her lovely gaze. She was lovely, radiant, what I craved as a man. I looked deep into her eyes...I wanted her to know how I craved her...this goddess who just an hour before I had been jerking off over...stroking my huge manly hardon and dreaming of tasting her...swallowing her. The reader should know that there was nothing moral about my thoughts of her...In my deep, darkest manly desires I wanted the dirtiest action with her body. I could tell from her nervous prattle that she felt the carnal attraction as did I. She wanted me too. It was all the encouragement I required. I stared with deep male yearning into her girlish eyes and made her know...without words made her know that I would take her as my woman. She knew.
But she was young and without experience with older men. I knew that I could not leave such a moment to her devices and that was not my style anyway. I knew I had to be bold with her...she was my baby and nothing would stand between me and her amazing young body. I recognized her perfume. It had to be subtle yet bold, polite yet provocative...I complimented her,
"mmmmm dark seduction, so hot",
