Part One
Joe was your average guy. He liked women, he liked sports and he often did things that were head-scratching and confounding (much like women are to men). But it was not often he found himself in a tug-of-war with a woman that he admired and lusted after with so much force. And, quite to his dismay, this woman was not his wife.
Joe was 44 years old, soon to turn 45, and the woman he lusted after was a 20-year-old girl. Every morning when he woke up, he felt one year older. He was worrying about grey hairs while this girl was still trying to fight acne. Her name was Samantha.
She was a long girl at 5'6" (almost as tall as himself) with sexy, suggestive green eyes and lustrous, wavy brown hair. Her legs were long and smooth and her breasts pert. But, more than that, he appreciated her personality: unlike with some coy females, there was no guessing with Samantha. She was a very direct female. He often wondered if she was this way in the bedroom.
Samantha was having trouble coping with the loss of her brother and the two of them met in a grief group that met twice a week. Joe was in need of some guidance after his father had died and, at that point, they were two battered souls suffering from their losses. They only knew about each other through the group and spoke within the meetings, but they had never spoken one-on-one.
Meanwhile, while she was busy with her studies at college, he fantasized about her often. Every morning found him in the shower, soaping up his cock and dreaming of this girl. He often felt neglected by his wife. She worked the graveyard shift at the hospital most nights and her sex drive were going downhill. Joe knew, logically, these things were not her fault. It was part of getting older. But his mind was starting to wander to this young woman...
At his job, he dreamed about her. He wanted to get her into the bedroom. He wanted to take her sweet, young pussy and bang it till he fell over in exhaustion. He wanted her to take all of him in her mouth. He would stroke his cock, imagining this pretty young thing deepthroating him, looking up at him with those sassy, sexy green eyes until he dressed her mouth with his cum. Joe wanted to get nasty with this little slip of a girl.
He had searched many ways to break his vows and to ask Samantha out and sleep with her, but he couldn't find any solution to his problem; he only came up with dead ends. Until one Thursday meeting seemed to turn his luck around.
The meeting (there was about a dozen people there) had been dismissed about 6:30 the evening, the usual time. Joe was walking out to his car when he saw Samantha standing out by her car, looking kind of lost. She just looked like a little, helpless girl in this corrupt world. Should he approach her? Or mind his own business and leave her alone? He couldn't let this girl alone, not even if he wanted to.
He approached her quietly and spoke softly. "Sam? Is everything alright?"
"Oh," she grinned impishly. "It's my damn car. I can't get it started. It's stalling. I'm waiting for the tow guy."
He approached with a little more boldness, his hands in his pockets. "Would you like me to keep you company? Not a real good idea for a single woman to be out her by herself when it's starting to get dark."
Samantha thought she caught a glitter in his eye. She smiled. "Yes, thanks Joe. It's getting chilly out too."
"Well, let's sit in my car," they were both taken aback by his forward nature. Normally he was so quiet and withdrawn. "I mean...if you want to."
"Sure." She agreed.
She followed him to his car as she didn't know which one it was. But he had always known which car was hers. He had been eyeing her since day one. He remembered the first day he saw her. She had worn a knee-length skirt and when she had slipped into her car her young legs were so beautiful. So many times he had imagined those beauties wrapped around his waist as he went deeper and deeper.
He opened the passenger door for her and watched her slide into the seat. Those beautiful breasts that seemed so round, so lovely. Joe imagined his face buried in her cleavage, loving this little princess of a woman. But it was more than her breasts. It was the suggestive glance she gave him as she looked into his eyes when he shut the door.
Joe was hard. But, trying to be a gentleman, he went over to the driver's side and got in beside her. He turned on the heat in the car. He certainly didn't need it, but he thought she might be a little chilly.
"It was a good meeting tonight," she said, interrupting the awkward silence. "We all had a few laughs, which I think we needed."
"I agree," Joe said quietly, admiring her young innocent face.
This silence was getting uncomfortable. He shifted in his seat to face her sideways. She looked at the clock.
"Gosh, I hope that tow guy gets here soon." She said, looking around at everything except Joe.
"I hope he doesn't," Joe said, unashamed now of his lustful gaze.
Samantha looked over at him, her eyebrows raised. "You-you don't?"
