Once the dust had settled, life had turned out pretty damn good for Peter Relaford. Forty-one and divorced, he worked as a Sales Rep for one of the larger industrial food suppliers in the upper Northeast. Having settled in Vermont for the past five years after he and his Wife Rochelle parted ways, Peter had only dated sporadically since the split. Now that their only child was 18 and his child support burden was out of the way however, the extra money in his pocket every month made splurging on a little fun much easier.
That combined with the lucrative route he was working on had created a very nice financial situation for Peter. On the social front, he'd also been seeing a woman named Melanie Wilder. Thirty-Nine years old, like Peter she was also divorced and had a Daughter about the same age as his Son, and like Peter, Melanie seemed more than content to just date without all the pressure of a serious relationship for the time being.
Melanie worked for the same company as Peter, but she worked in the shipping department's office while he was usually out on the road making sales calls. They'd met at the office Christmas party a year earlier and after some casual conversation and a few egg nogs, realized just how much they had in common. After a few months of feeling each other out, Peter and Melanie had honed in on a healthy routine where they saw enough of each other to keep the chemistry smoldering without seeing too much of each other and cramping the other's style. Neither had really even passed the point either where they felt comfortable introducing the other to their families.
It was the ultimate 'friends with benefits' situation with Melanie, and for awhile the last thing Peter was thinking about doing was ruining it.
Then came the girl who was working in the cafeteria at one of the local community colleges near Burlington that Peter frequented every other week on his route. Her first name was Shelby and Peter hadn't even so much as worried about a last name considering the inebriated state of his ego once the college sophomore had consummated a relationship with him.
The initial chance meeting between Peter and Shelby had been pure kizmit. Strolling through the bowels of the school's dining hall one afternoon while talking to the facility's director, Peter happened to lock gazes with a young girl working in the kitchen. It was one of those totally random situations where two people who had absolutely nothing in common looked at each other then couldn't pull their eyes apart for a few seconds.
To help offset the cost of her tuition and books, not to mention the fact that her car was habitually in the shop, Shelby had taken on a job in the school cafeteria a few afternoons a week. With her parents being recently divorced, she also felt a heightened sense of having to support herself, not to mention also having to help pay for an apartment she shared with two friends who were also struggling to stay afloat.
A few weeks later, during Peter's next visit to the school on his sales route, fate had it that Shelby was outside taking a cigarette break on the loading dock when Peter was walking up the service entrance. Pulling a Marlboro out of his pocket to share a quick smoke with the girl that had caught his eye on the previous visit, the two made small talk under the warm, late September sun as the sound of dishes being tossed around rattled from inside.
Searching for topics to keep the impromptu dialouge flowing, Peter offhandedly mentioned he had a Son who was about Shelby's age. Initially Peter felt like slapping himself for saying that, considering how it would seem to date him, but when the girl tapped her cigarette, took a drag and replied, her words left Peter with butterflies he hadn't felt in a long time.
"Maybe I'm not interested in someone my own age," the 19 year old girl said with cool and flirtatious clarity.
Peter's cigarette trembled between his fingers as he stared into Shelby smoky brown eyes, trying to determine if he'd heard her right.
When Shelby offhandedly mentioned a few minutes later that her car was in the shop, Peter found himself asking what time she got off. When she told him she could clock out right then if she had to, Peter realized he'd painted himself into a corner he wasn't quite sure he wanted out of. Within the hour they were back at Shelby's apartment having sex while the girl's roommates were both safely away at class.
Standing in the doorway of Shelby's bedroom, his knees withering as his pants and underwear lay in a crumpled heap several feet behind him, Peter Relaford held on to one edge of the molding with his left hand as he clutched Shelby's back with his right. The nimble girl had propped herself up on the "Iron Gym" support handles hanging from the top of the doorway where she did her pull-up exercises most every morning. Her legs wrapped around Peter's back as she hung in mid-air, Shelby savagely worked her cunt like a paint mixer around the older man's cock until he was moaning like a helpless child beneath her.
"Like that...Huh?" Shelby sighed down to the man who'd been nice enough to drive her home only minutes earlier.
From her position above him, Shelby could see the beads of sweat forming on the top of Peter''s forehead as he tried to withstand her carnal assault.
"UUURRGGHH..AAHHHH...AAHHHHH," Peter gasped, the muscles in his left forearm straining mightily as the sound of their crashing genitals filled the otherwise lifeless apartment.
As much of a stud as Peter wanted to be when he watched Shelby lift herself up just before he penetrated her, he wasn't prepared for anything like what the young girl could do with her pussy around his cock. The feel of her smooth and strong thighs wrapped around his hips combined with the ungodly sensation of her drenched sheath choking his dick until Peter's feet were trembling spasticly on the carpet. The way she grinded her crotch rhythmically against his jutting manhood as she hung there, staring wantonly down at him, told Peter fighting his own quick release would just be delaying the inevitable. He wanted to prolong the glorious euphoria for as long as he could but sight of the girl's firm, size 34 C breasts bouncing crazily less than a foot in front of his face was the final straw.
"UUUHHHHHHHHHHH.. AAAHHHHGGGAAWWWDD.....YEEESSSAAAHHHHHHHHH," the 41 year old divorced man screamed, causing the eager 19 year old girl to rock her groin that much harder against his until Peter's rich and steaming cum was oozing out of her pussy and dripping down into several small puddles on the floor as she continued to milk his balls.
"GODFUCKINGDAMN," Peter winced and coughed when Shelby extended her legs and pulled her cunt off his twitching, semen coated cock a few seconds before lowering her feet to the floor.
"I always clean up my messes," the young girl smirked into Peter's ear before seductively dropping down to her knees.
