Francesca glanced at the clock as she parked her car at the hotel. It was a cold January evening and she pulled her coat around her. She stopped for a moment. She was always nervous when she went on dates. Her date was a lucky man, she thought to herself as she topped up her lipgloss. She pulled her dress down over her knees to make sure her stocking tops were covered, she didn't want him to see them until later. She was wearing a low cut black satin cocktail dress with black stockings and black high heels. She stepped out of the car and walked towards the hotel bar.
Trevor was sitting at a table already, dressed in a black suit and crisp white shirt, open at the neck, a bottle of white wine in a chiller at the ready. He looked her up and down and she knew he was impressed. At 52 he was at just over twice her age, and his grey hair was a giveaway, but that only turned her on more. She eyed the wedding ring on his finger. That turned her on too. She had felt a pang of guilt at first, but this wasn't serious. She liked him, but just wanted the fun. They lived over two hours apart so it was easier to keep the distance there. They had had a couple of dates and his kisses had driven her crazy, but they hadn't had sex, yet. She was sure tonight would be the night.
'Hello you.' He said warmly, standing to greet her with a kiss on each cheek. 'You look lovely.' He smiled, his hand gently stroking her long dark hair. Francesca grinned widely, moreso after spotting couples on tables nearby watching the age gap couple embrace.
'Mmm thank you!' Francesca smiled, slipping into the seat beside Trevor and taking the glass of wine he had poured for her. They talked for a short while and Francesca felt herself getting hornier as Trevor brushed her thigh and leaned over to kiss her. Francesca instinctively knew her pussy was soaking just by speaking to him. She closed her eyes and moved closer and his tongue eagerly found hers, making her hungry for his cock. His hands were quite restrained, gentlemanly, and she gently placed one on the seam of her stocking. He gasped as he realised how she had dressed for him. She pulled away and drained her glass of the remaining wine before whispering to him.
'Do you think we should go elsewhere?' She purred as he nodded, standing and leading her towards the lift. Francesca stood tall in her heels, almost as tall as Trevor, her height, curves and jet black hair making her a true beauty. She smiled radiantly, her hips swaying as they moved. She knew that other men in the hotel would desire her and envy Trevor, for he was going to devour her in every way possible. The pair eagerly walked to the bedroom, frantically rushing out of the lift as soon as it stopped and Francesca couldn't wait to get to bed. Trevor didn't let Francesca's hand go at all, and once the door was closed, he pressed her body against the wall, kissing her passionately and gripping her hand tighter. Francesca allowed a soft moan to escape from her young lips, the sound tickling Trevor's ear. Trevor led Francesca on to the bed and eagerly pulled at her dress, revealing the black lace hold up stockings and a black lace thong. In pure, wild desire Trevor eased down and ran his finger along her lace covered pussy lips. He moaned as he felt the dampness of the soft material. Eager to taste her, he pulled her knickers to the side to devour her wet young pussy. He admired her smooth shaven lips and eagerly lapped up her pussy juices. Francesca simply loved the sight of her older lover lapping up her warm pussy. His tongue circled around her clit and down to her pussy, slowly slipping in and out of her young, tight hole. He felt so aroused tasting this young, sweet girl. He desperately needed to fill her mouth with his hard, old cock.
Francesca moaned as Trevor sat up and lay down beside her, pulling her on top of him to kiss him deeply, his mouth a heady mix of wine and her pussy. Francesca pulled her dress over her head and revealed her firm, bouncy F cup breasts encased in black lace. She leaned down and started to unfasten Trevor's shirt buttons and his jacket, him sitting up as her movements became more frantic. Francesca admired Trevor's bare chest whilst unfastening his belt, feeling his hard cock straining at his trousers.
'You want me to get this out?' Francesca whispered, sliding her hands over his erection. He nodded and moaned as his cock was released from the restriction of his black boxer shorts. Francesca marvelled at the sight before her. He had a lot of pubic hair, where she usually preferred bald balls, but she was totally impressed by his cock. It was at least seven inches long and filled her hand nicely as she wrapped her fingers around it. She bent down and keenly took the head into her mouth, licking the precum oozing out from the end. She noticed his salty sweet taste with approval and rested her body on the bed to make herself comfortable while sucking him. She followed her mouth down his cock with her hand and he felt like her mouth was capable of taking anything. He had never been sucked so deeply and so well before. He looked down and admired this horny young girl working away at his throbbing dick. He had been worried he wouldn't be able to perform as well as younger men, but Francesca made him throb harder than he could ever remember. Trevor needed to fuck her and feel her pussy around his cock. He gently cupped her face and eased her head up off his dick, motioning for her to lie down.
Francesca flashed her pretty smile at Trevor, she knew he wanted to fuck her and fuck her right now. She held her thong to the side and opened her legs wide, one finger rubbing her soaking pussy lips. Trevor kneeled before her, rubbing his cock against her welcoming entrance.
