I was shocked when I heard that my eldest son had left his partner of 13 years and gone off with a younger woman. Not that I thought a lot of him-- he was a heavy drinker and I think he was into drugs. So I was a bit surprised when I got a phone call asking if I would like to go over and meet him and his new partner. Well, I am always one to let bygones be bygones. So, I said I would come over.
We met in a pub. I arrived early and found a table where I could watch the door. I was very surprised when I saw them come in. Greg did not surprise me. He looked much the same as when I had seen him last. It was the woman he was with, an attractive blond a lot younger than Greg. They saw me and came over.
I could not take my eyes off his new partner. She was blond, fairly slim, and very nicely shaped with full breasts pushing invitingly at a black sweater. Her long shapely legs disappeared into a short skirt.
This is Amy, I heard Greg say. She held out a hand and I took it. It was cool in my grasp. "Nice to meet you," I said, tearing my eyes away from her sweater. I bought them drinks and we chatted. I noticed that Greg had been drinking already and was part way to being drunk. Well, I thought to myself, what had changed?
Amy was interesting to talk to and I got on well with her. She was interested to know about my time in the music industry and listened intently to the stories I told her about my many experiences.
After a few drinks, I suggested that we go out for a meal. They both agreed, but Amy suggested that we go back to their place so that she could get changed. I said she looked all right as she was. She just smiled.
We got up to go and Amy grabbed my arm, and smiled up at me. "It's been nice to meet you at last. Greg has said so much about you." This surprised me for I did not think he was that keen on me.
Back at their flat, Amy made us all coffee and Greg slumped himself down in a chair. I sat on the sofa and Amy came and joined me. She wanted to know everything about my time in the music business-- who I had met and where I had been. She sat quite close to me and I could feel the warmth of her young body against mine.
From time to time she took hold of my hand. I looked across at Greg wondering what he thought of the way Amy was behaving, but he had fallen asleep. Amy noticed me looking at him. "Not unusual," she said. I asked her about his drinking and she confirmed that he was still a heavy drinker. "He is fun when he is sober but when he drinks, he just goes to sleep."
"Not much fun for you," I said.
She smiled. "He's OK, I like him a lot, but I wish he would drink less."
I notice that she kept pushing herself closer to me, not that I objected, but I wondered where things were going. Suddenly she took my hand and placed it on her leg. It felt nice. I stroked it tentatively. She looked up at me, smiling. Then she laid back on the sofa. My hand was still resting on her leg just below the hem of her short skirt. I was in a bit of a quandary. Was this an invitation? Should I make a move on her here in front of my son? I looked across at him sleeping soundly, has head lolling drunkenly to one side.
She took my hand and gently eased it up her leg under her skirt. The nylon-encased flesh was warm to the touch. I slid it a little higher and encountered naked flesh. My god, I thought to myself, she is wearing stockings, something I love.
I knew that I could be only inches away from the ultimate prize. I again looked across at Greg, but he was well away. I slowly inched my searching fingers higher and I heard her gasp as I touched her panties. I could feel they were already slightly damp. I eased aside the elastic and slid two fingers inside the thin material. She was warm and smooth. I parted her damp, warm pussy lips and slid one finger into the wetness of her hole. I felt her body tense at the side of me and she groaned quietly. Then she lay there letting me explore her most intimate parts, both of us getting our pleasure.
She leaned up, putting her arms around my neck, and leaning close, she whispered in my ear, "I need you, I want to feel you." I was a little shocked by the turn of events, but I was not going to let that spoil my fun. It was not often that such a young girl took such a keen interest in me.
" I'm going upstairs," she said in a whisper. "Give me a few minutes, then follow me." I looked across at Greg. "Don't worry about him. He won't wake up for ages." I gave her five minutes. Then, giving a last look at the sleeping Greg, I went quietly up the stairs.
Amy was waiting for me at the top of the stairs. She was wearing a white wrap tied at the waist. I could see that her erect nipples were making sharp impressions on the thin material and I realised that she was probably not wearing a lot under it.
"Are you sure he won't wake?" I asked a little nervously.
She shook her head. "Not a chance." Then she kissed me on the lips, a long lingering kiss, her tongue sliding into my mouth. Then she pulled away. She took hold of the tie of her wrap and held it out to me as an invitation I could not refuse. I pulled on it gently till it came undone. The wrap parted and I saw that she was indeed naked under it.
My eyes first took in the smooth mound of her pussy. Then as she eased the wrap wider apart, I was greeted with the awesome sight of her breasts, large and firm, with dark brown areas supporting her protruding nipples. The wrap fell to the floor and she stood there completely naked. Well, almost. I was pleased to see that she had left her stockings on for me. Then she was in my arms, pushing her young naked body against me.
I caressed her body, clutching at her firm buttocks. She pulled at my clothes and between us, we managed to get them off without letting go of one another. She pulled me into a bedroom and eased herself up onto the bed. She lay there breathing heavily, her long legs parted wide. The pink lips of her open vagina glistened wetly, an invitation I could no longer refuse. I got up onto the bed and positioned myself between her open legs. She reached down and grabbed my erection and eased it forward. The head of my tool eased its way easily between her wet lips. I thrust it hard into her willing body. She cried out and pulled me down on top of her with her breasts flattened against my chest.
We wrestled together, thrusting against each other, her firm young body accepting everything and crying out for more.
Our lovemaking seemed to last for ages. I took her close to the top several times, feeling her strong orgasms following one another in quick succession, until she pleaded with me to finish. At last I let it go. I attempted to withdraw but she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me deep into her. "I want to feel it inside me," she whispered urgently in my ear. Afterwards, we lay side by side, letting the cool air dry our bodies.
After she had come around, she rose and went to shower. She came back wrapped in a towel and told me that she had left the shower running for me. I went into the bathroom and stepped into the shower, letting the warm spray cleanse my body.
