Julie

Author notes:

Thank you kindly to Todger65 for editing my story and offering advice. I think I lost my way on the overall plot line for the story I first intended, but it still reads as a nice story just the same. I hope you like it.

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Julie brushed the long, honey blonde hair away from her eyes and reached for the wine glass as it was being refilled.

"Thank you very much."

She knew she shouldn't have, but she had never mastered saying no to another drink of alcohol, and she was still very nervous. Smiling with glittering, grey eyes she raised the glass to a silent toast as he sat back down opposite her in the small restaurant. He returned her salute with a huge grin.

"That was a lovely meal, thank you, Sinclair."

"Oh please, call me Sinc. And we haven't ordered dessert yet, I'm sure something on the menu will tempt you."

He smiled again and she smiled back. Was he was talking about the menu or something else altogether? Everyone at the office called him Sinc, but a few of the older men called him Sin at the most odd occasions. He was a little mischievous and maybe that was it.

"It is getting a little late and my dress isn't made for a chilly evening."

He stood up and rolled his dark, formal jacket off his shoulders and wrapped it around hers before she could protest. "It's a shame to cover your beautiful blue dress, but I won't let you get cold."

His ploy worked, and she picked up the menu to scan the desserts as the waiter appeared magically from nowhere. "There is so much variety, I don't know what to choose," she mused.

"We'll both have a chocolate buttermilk bundt cake," he said to the waiter, "and add a little port wine sauce as well please."

And with that dessert was settled. Julie didn't know what it was, but it sounded delicious and high in all the things that were bad for her figure.

"Well, what shall we talk about while we wait?" she said, inviting some conversation.

"Nothing about work," he said, and then they looked at each other deciding what else they had in common.

Julie realised she didn't really know much about Sinc at all, not personally. Professionally he was well respected across the country for his experience, having spoken at many international conferences and nationwide rallies. He had been supervising her department for a couple years now, and before that she had heard of him. While they didn't work directly together, she was familiar enough to chat with him about work, but personally she was drawing a blank.

His silvery hair and moustache put him maybe in his mid fifties and well outside her perceived dating range. At twenty seven her options were severely limited due to her work hours and her sometimes difficult nature. It had been a long time since she'd been asked out, and even longer since she had gotten far with a man. They didn't seem to stick with her too long as her personality was challenging, and required more effort to get used to than most of them had the patience for.

Why had she said yes to him, the right question at the right moment? He had asked, she said yes, and then they were out the office door and he was driving her here.

She found herself still studying his face intently when he broke the ice and they settled into small talk about travel until the dessert arrived. He topped her wine up again but didn't pour any more for himself as he was driving later.

The dessert was delicious, and the port wine sauce divine and heady. It complemented the wine she had already drunk and added a little mellow haziness to her world that made her feel warm inside his jacket despite the cool air. The waiter appeared instantly when Sinc pulled his wallet out of his pocket, and before a check even appeared he had handed over two notes and told the waiter to keep the change.

"Well, let's go for a drive," he said and stood up. They walked out together, he held the door for her, and then he comfortably rested an arm around her waist as they walked to his car. She didn't know what to say and let it ride; she was warm and happy and felt safe enough with him.

He held open the door to the big, dual cab, cherry red pick up and she climbed in. He jumped in the other side and started it up with a rumble and slid the heating up a little.

"You can throw the jacket on the back seat, it'll be warm enough in a second. Now let's drive."

She shrugged the jacket off and threw it across the empty back seat and settled in putting her belt on.

"It's a beautiful blue dress," he said as they got under way, "I'm glad it's not hidden under that jacket anymore."

Julie laughed. "This old thing?"

But it wasn't old. A nice velvet blue with embroidery across the chest. Almost too good for work, but some days you dress to impress, even if only yourself.

"I like it. You're so beautiful, I don't know why you're not married."

And suddenly her breath left her and it seemed like the sweetest thing anyone ever said to her.

"I'm really not that beautiful, and I'm not the easiest person to get along with. No one's ever toughed it out."

He just smiled across at her and nodded. No one had toughed it out for a very long time, and suddenly she felt lonely and unloved and a little desperate for affection. He leaned across and held her hand without a word, then moved both their hands up to change gear, and then he just held her hand again and ran his thumb along hers. Julie melted and couldn't stop smiling to herself. She didn't know what to expect from a man his age, but he was making some very good moves and she was enjoying herself.

"And why aren't you married?"

"I never had time for it," he said, "Always busy chasing greener pastures. I regret that now, I should have found someone nice to settle down with before now."

She didn't know exactly how that was aimed, but it was sweet. He squeezed her hand, and then they were turning into a driveway. Her heart beat faster realising they were at his house and he was about to invite her in. Her thoughts exploded into whirl of confusion: should she ask him to take her home; was her makeup unblemished; which underwear did she have on in the rush to leave for work in the morning; she wasn't on birth control and she wasn't carrying condoms; how would she get home in the morning?

As she watched him round the front of the pickup and open her door, her thoughts showed her that she was going to go in and that she was open to whatever may happen. She unclipped the buckle, picked up her handbag, took his offered hand and slid out beside him.

Sinc smiled cheerily at her, closed the door, wrapped an arm around her hip and led her to the front door. He keyed it open and motioned her in, his hand sliding down over her ass as she stepped in. Her heart jumped into her throat as his fingers lightly trailed her ass cheek and let go as he turned and closed the door behind them.

"It was a lovely dinner," he said turning back to her, brushing her hair away from her face and standing close. "You are so beautiful, Julie."

She blushed and looked down in embarrassment.

"Thank you," she softly answered with a growing smile.

He stood close, his hands resting gently on her hips as he leant forward and kissed her cheek, his moustache scratching and tickling her skin as his little kisses trailed across her face. Her body froze in place, unable to respond, her hands lightly pressed against his chest. She turned her face away, inviting his kisses to trail across her cheek to her neck. She could feel his teeth scraping her skin and his heavy breathing hammering in her ear.

She let out a deep sigh as Sinc's hands explored up and down her back. His gentle kisses covered her over and over until has hand cupped her head to turn to face him and his kisses became more insistent. His tongue licked her lower lip, searching for a way in, and involuntarily she responded to his passion and put her arms around his neck and pulled him onto her, her tongue electrifying their kiss into deep passion as she melted into his mouth. His hand settled on her ass, pulling her hard against him. Her breathing became heavy, and heady with lust as she gave him a taste of all her passion.

She felt him fumbling below where his belly pressed hard against her, and then the firm pressure of his cock poking into her. His hands settled back on her ass and pulled her hips tight against him as he ground himself against her.

He moaned, and whispered "You sweet, hot thing," crushing her tight and dry humping her while he sucked on her exploring tongue. His hands rolled over the curves of her ass, up her back and then with pressure on her shoulders he guided her down onto her knees before him. Julie looked up with her big grey eyes, staring up over his protruding stomach. He smiled back in the dim light, wrapping his hands behind her head. She smiled back, unsure what to do, but eager to enjoy the moment. His cock stood erect and white, staring straight at her.

It had been a long time since she had been this close to a cock and she wasn't sure what she was expecting an older man's to be like. It stood proud and hot before her with its light covering of silvery hair, the darker skin at the base from long use and the pale white skin of the shaft and his balls. She couldn't determine how big he was at this close range and angle, maybe he was just a little below average in length and girth, not that she had a lot of experience to compare it to. The overpowering smell of male hormone filled her senses and made her heady and eager to enjoy it.

He pulled her onto him until his cock rested at the entry to her lips. She looked up into his face peering down, the eyes dark in shadows staring intensely, and his bright silvery haired moustache highlighting his huge grin. Julie wanted so much to please him right now that she surrendered to his spell. Her hand gripped his cock and slid the foreskin back, and tilting her head back a little, she made a show of running her tongue under his exposed head to tickle him while smiling her eyes at him.

His fingers clenched in her hair and his eyes roll back in pleasure with a low groan. She felt so good that he was loving it, the desire to please completely took over. She slid her mouth down over the full length of the hard, hot flesh until she hit bottom. For all her inexperience in this area, it was time she stepped up and pushed her boundaries. She lavished her tongue and lips and hottest passions on him, amply rewarded by the twitching and jumping flesh in her mouth that responded to every little thing she did. Her insides felt giddy and light as she surrendered to the moment.

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Sinc looked down at the mass of blonde hair in his fingers and couldn't believe how expertly Julie was suckling on his cock, like it was the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted. Her soft mmms as she worked his length, and her pointy nails digging into his bare ass as she held on through his little thrusts, had him just about ready to explode in her mouth. If his work buddies could only see him now.

"Oh, Julie, you're an angel. Don't stop."

He wanted so much to hold her head firm and face fuck her, but the teasing pleasure of her playing and sucking his cock was too much to stay focused. His voice trailed into a series of "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck. Fuck, oooo fuck," until he was so close to exploding on her face it had to stop before it was too late. "Let's get comfortable, the bedroom's upstairs."

His heart melted looking down at her, her big innocent eyes looking back, the happy smile, and his cock just an inch from her mouth and wet with saliva. He slipped his shoes and trousers off while she stood up. Taking her in his arms he kissed her deep and lovingly, sliding her dress zip down skillfully until it pooled around her heels. Their kiss broke with a mutual mmmm, and holding her hand he led her upstairs to the master bedroom.

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Julie walked nervously up the stairs feeling very self conscious in her basic white thong and plain white bra. She didn't feel very sexy and hoped in the dark he wouldn't see just how plainly she was dressed or the little extra weight she carried. Sinc's hand felt warm and firm in hers, leading her higher into the house and to a spacious master bedroom with a neatly made double bed lit by starlight coming through an open, high window above it. A couple's quiet conversation from the house behind drifted in.

With a sigh she melted into his arms again, kissing his cheek, his neck, his nose. Her tongue dancing over his lips and into his mouth, the sweetness of his taste, the heat of his cock against her tummy, his warm hands firm on her ass. Sensation swam through her body, overloading her heart.

"Oh, Sinc!" she growled out as an exploring finger slipped under her thong and into her body. Her own fingers dug into his shirt and neck as her body clenched against the intrusion, and her body shivered in weakness as he withdrew and worked her clit.

Sinc spun her dizzyingly around and bounced her onto her ass on the bed with a yelp of surprise.

The big man knelt reverently at her knees, staring at her white thong as he tossed his phone onto the nightstand, peeled his shirt off and threw it across the room. Giggling, she realised how excited she was making him, and how big his eyes had become as she lay back on her elbows and opened her knees to him.

His firm hands lifted her feet into the air, his body moved in against the bed instantly with her thighs feeling the warmth of his big belly pressed hard against her. His wet tongue raced up and down her calves, his teeth nipping and his moustache raking and bristling against her skin, sent shocks through her legs.

Heaven must surely be everything she was feeling in her body right now, heightened by the expectation of what new sensations he was about to bring to her trembling body. Her legs dropped around him as he let go and leant over her, planting a soft kiss between her small cups, a long lick across her tummy and a flurry of butterfly kisses all over her exposed skin. Sinc trailed lower, over her mound, kissing her through the fabric, mmming all the way and breathing raggedly. As raggedly as she was.

Fingers probed, moved the fabric aside, slid up and down her wetness. Her open thighs made her feel exposed and wanton. His kiss there felt warm and tingling, the tip of his finger sliding just into the bottom of her opening, and then, with a growl that came from deep inside her, her body surrendered as his tongue swam through her pussy and worked her with a frenzied passion.

Her fingers clutched his hair, his head, pulled him close. Her thighs locked and loosened about his shoulders as she rode his tongue through a series of short, sharp orgasms that raced up and down her body and made her pant as he brought her close to something deeper and longer, and kept her nerves dancing on the edge of it.

She knew he had her where he wanted her and she didn't care. Her body had never felt this way: her heart soared and her desire ached for him to take the next step that she felt afraid to ask for.

He rose like a bear in the starlight from between her thighs. "Scoot up," he whispered.

She snaked her way further back onto the bed as he crawled over her, leaning down to kiss her again. She cupped his face, tasted him all over again, felt the gentle, loving tenderness in his soft kisses. She smiled in happiness, contentment, joy. The evening was so much better than she could have ever dreamed possible with an older lover. His kisses trailed softly across her cheek, his teeth nuzzling her neck and ear.

"Guide me in," he breathlessly whispered in her ear.

Her smile exploded, she felt so proud, so wanted, so beautiful right now. Her hand trailed down his side, under his belly. She didn't realise under his formal clothes how bulky his belly was. It didn't matter, he was sexier at this second than any man she had ever known. Her hand closed around his heat, their bodies moving together until she was comfortably sliding his head up and down her pussy lips. Her left hand cupped his face gently, his eyes staring into hers in awe. Neither could draw a breath as the moment hung in time.

"Fuck me, Sin," she whispered, his name was so easy and natural to say in the heat of passion. He burst into a radiant smile that she mirrored back to him.

His weight shifted as his head slowly penetrated her body; her own body responding to his first long, slow stroke. Her hands rested on his shoulders as his body pressed down onto hers. Even his belly pressed against her tummy felt divine and erotic. He stopped at full depth and leant down to kiss her softly again, their tongues playing a gentle, sweet dance.

"With pleasure, Princess Julie."

His words didn't feel funny or weird, they felt perfect and filled her heart with love. "Legs up or down?" she whispered, wrapping her long legs tightly about his waist and realising her heels were still on and awkward.

"Ride with your spurs on, Julie. I like it loud."

They both laughingly smiled and Sin began working his magic on her body. Every thrust filled her, turned her on, made her body race with fire and dance on the edge as much as his tongue had done earlier. She didn't know how long he fucked her, maybe not that long in truth, but each stroke made time stand still and her body go through a series of short, intense climaxes that dragged her breath away.

His body pressed against her grinding her hard, forcing her hips back into the bed with every down stroke. Her arms clutched around his back, held his head tight nestled against her neck. She thrust back against every forceful stroke, using her thighs to pull her body back up after his retreating cock until he slammed back down into her.

Her grunts were intense, the only sound now in the night air; the conversation nearby seeming to have disappeared in the past.

"Louder, Julie," he whispered in her ear, "I like it loud."

And then his heavy body began bouncing her into the mattress with faster, more urgent thrusts. She surrendered to his whispers and the blossoms of orgasms that began rolling through her body. Julie found herself loudly begging Sin to fuck her in explicit words that spelled out everything her body was aching for.

The feel of his body held tight in her arms, his heat moving inside her, her own words of encouragement were sending her over the edge. Her thighs clamped tightly around him as she let out a series of loud, throaty squeals that showed her body's surrender to a deep, powerful orgasm that shut her system down.

Her breaths dragged out of her, ragged and heavy, her stomach turning in knots and her pussy burning with aching pleasure. She couldn't stop smiling up at him as he supported himself over her now thrusting like a rabbit. He was close, she knew it. She loved how she was making him feel. His eyes saw straight into her soul and made her feel so proud. Her hand cupped his cheek while he laboured over her body.

"Cum in me," and the effect on him was immediate and electric.

His breathing stopped completely and he rode her for a few seconds as hard as she had ever been fucked before. His hips twitched between her thighs and she felt him convulse on top of her and flood her body with cum.

"Fuuuck, Julie" he bellowed into the night and then he collapsed panting on top of her.

Her body soaked up every bit of contact with him. Her arms and legs wrapped him up completely and held him close. She nuzzled into his neck thanking him over and over, amazed at how her body was racing and her heart soaring. He kissed her then, between his heavy breaths, gentle and tender.

"Princess Julie," he whispered.

"I still have my heels on," she giggled.

"You ride good with spurs on."

They kissed, both floating down from their highs, hearts slowing and passions recovering. Sin rolled them both over until she was laying on top of him, her head resting on his chest listening to his heart. She glowed in the night. Her hand idly played over his belly, feeling him breathing in and out.