This story is dedicated to one of my dear followers, who gave me the idea for a woman and an older man sharing a fantasy with each other. ;)
-Erika
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I could tell you how I ended up on one of the couches in the back of the bookstore after locking up, with Edward's strong arms wrapped around me. Let's just say that over the past few months this handsome older man has taken a liking to me. I'm 24 years old, and I'm pretty cute with a fit body, and I'm managing the bookstore to help fund my education. He's a regular here, and he has been spending more and more time here since his wife passed away. He had come in earlier tonight and now here we both are alone in the dim light and I can't believe I'm doing this.
Thinking back, I couldn't help but notice him the first time he came into the store. His salt and pepper hair had just a little more salt than pepper, and he was in very good shape for someone that could have passed for my grandpa.
My favorite grandpa died about a month after I graduated high school. I was 18, and I cried for days when it happened. I loved when he'd take me on walks in the woods and teach me about the trees and animals there. He was the man that defined what a hero was for me, and over time I told Edward how much he reminded me of him. In fact, I began to think about older men differently after I met Edward. In more of an experienced way.
Maybe it was the romantic vision of a twenty-something that had materialized before my eyes all these years later, but Edward had become my pretend grandpa. We joked about it often, and we grew closer as the last few weeks passed.
After a few visits, he started to flirt with me, and that's when I noticed his sweet eyes. They were slate gray with just a touch of blue and they always betrayed his mood when he came in. If he was having a good day, they sparkled and danced as he joked with me and my boss. But on the bad days the sparkle dimmed and the dancing stopped. They were the eyes of a man that had experienced everything, and now they were staring into my eyes and they smoldered with a look I'd never seen in them before.
"You're so beautiful, Emily," Edward said. His fingers caressed my cheek, and he pulled me closer to his chest. I nuzzled my face against him and my lips brushed the soft skin of his neck in a half-kiss.
"I'm so glad you're here, Edward." I wrapped my free arm around him and hugged him closer. "You remind me so much of my grandpa."
"And I'm glad you're here, too, Emily. I'm honored that I remind you of your grandfather."
His thumb lifted my chin so that we were staring into each other's eyes, and then it just happened. He lifted my chin and kissed me. His lips were so soft and his moustache tickled my nose, and I smiled and kissed him back.
He pulled away and smiled at me, and then caressed my cheek with the palm of his hand as he slid it around to the back of my head. He entangled his fingers in my short blonde hair, and the smoldering look in his eyes had turned to fire, and I felt a strange mix of feelings well-up inside...a mix of comfort and security...and arousal.
"My sweet Emily," he said. "It's been a while since I've done something like...this." He looked down and continued. "I think you're sexy, but if you want me to stop I promise that I will. You just feel so warm and good, and it's been so long since..." His words drifted along with his gaze, and I touched his cheek.
"I don't want you to stop, Edward. I want you to kiss me. I want you to make love to me. I want to make you feel good again."
Our eyes met again, and he bathed my face in soft kisses before stopping on my lips for a more lingering and sensual kiss. I wrapped my arm around his neck and pulled him closer. When our tongues touched, I opened my mouth and let him explore my tongue. I felt that familiar warm itch start deep in my belly, and it fluttered when his hand caressed my neck and slid inside my blouse to my shoulder.
"Here, let me help...grandpa," I said. I sat up and unbuttoned the top button on my blouse, and I nodded that I wanted him to continue. Each opened button revealed more of my body, and I felt his fingers shaking as he pulled my blouse open to see what awaited him inside.
I have tiny, 32AA breasts, and sometimes I don't wear a bra just because I really don't need to. When Edward's hands cupped my tiny tits and he brushed his thumbs over my nipples, I felt a jolt of energy shoot from each nipple to that growing itch between my legs. I let out a soft moan and closed my eyes.
"Kiss me, Edward," I said, and his mouth devoured mine while his fingers kneaded my nipples until they were hard little pebbles. One of the perks of having small tits is that guys usually pay more attention to my nipples. Sometimes when I masturbate I can come by just pinching them harder and harder, and Edward's attention made me wetter by the second.
He nudged me and I lay back against the couch while his hands caressed every inch of my exposed body, all the while kissing me with a passion that I didn't know older men could have. He lowered his head as he kissed his way down to my nipple and took it into his mouth. The jolt of arousal that his warm mouth delivered to my stiff nipple traveled right to my pussy, and that itch was now becoming an ache. My hips rose on their own, my body going on sexual autopilot as my wonderful pretend grandpa licked and sucked my nipples and caressed my body.
"God, Emily," he said. "Are you getting randy?" He pulled back and looked at me with puppy dog eyes that dripped with wanton lust.
