Pauline Journalist

Pauline, Journalist

It was a hot, dry September afternoon, so the sweat didn't have time to form. I walked six blocks from my shared apartment in a student housing midrise building to the coffee shop where I had agreed to meet Tyler Bradford. I was interviewing the candidate for county commissioner. This sixty-nine-year-old man was running against a younger incumbent, a woman I interviewed earlier in the week. He was at the counter.

"Hello, Mr. Bradford," I introduced myself. "I'm Pauline Schaeffer, from the

Local Guardian

."

"Nice to meet," he responded extending his hand. "Please call me Tyler," he paused for a moment and added, "I know how polite many young people are these days, but please don't address me as sir," he asked. "I don't really relate to that."

Tyler's appeal was a combination of maturity and confidence. We sat down and talked about his campaign and his ideals. His almost youthful exuberance impressed me, which overcame my expectations of how an older man should carry himself and behave.

He made constant eye contact, which I could tell was his way of connecting, and it didn't feel creepy at all, but rather refreshing. We were about to conclude the interview when Tyler became personal and asked me about myself.

"Are you a senior?" he inquired.

"Yes. I'll be graduating in December," I answered easily. "I'm doing this internship with the Guardian as part of my senior project."

"Journalism doesn't seem like a promising career anymore," Tyler commented. "Whether people get news from social media or watch cable news clips on YouTube, it all seems to me to be geared toward entertainment, not serious news reporting."

I laughed a little and responded. "I know there doesn't seem to be a future in Journalism. I have a job back home after graduating with a local newspaper that still publishes a weekly print edition."

"Good for you," he said and then asked. "Where's home?"

"Harrisburg, Pennsylvania," I told him. "It's the state capital and I'm very interested in politics. If I can make a go of this and talk to lots of state legislators, I'll be able to formulate my political career."

"That's a smart approach instead of majoring in political science," he told me as we walked toward the parking garage.

"You are looking to represent a fairly rural part of the county. Do you live far out of town?" I asked, trying to keep the conversation going with this charming man.

"Well, I live on a few acres about twenty-five miles from here," he told me.

I knew that he had lost his wife several years before. Perhaps he likes the solitude and quietness. But then why run for an office, especially at his age, though he came across as more youthful, I thought.

"We'll be publishing the articles side by side," I explained. "Your interview and the one I had with Marchelle Adams." He reached out his hand again to shake mine and his smile was so inviting I felt like pulling him close and kissing his lips.

"Call or text me if you have any questions," I said, almost begging him to text me for a date. I walked back to my apartment without quite comprehending myself. Why did I suddenly attract a much older man? I was getting wet just thinking about him.

I took out my phone and opened the Tinder app. I need to fuck someone. I swiped on this guy who keeps sending me messages. 'What are you doing now?' I texted him.

'Hanging out by the library' he answered.

'Come over to my place,' I texted back with my apartment number.

He was excited when he knocked on the door and entered. I just took his arm and led him to my bedroom.

"Don't make anything of this," I told him. "I just need a good fuck right now." He stared at me gleefully. "Come on, let's just do it," I commanded.

Dan, maybe it was Don, or whatever his name was, quickly stripped and joined my naked body on the bed. I was already sopping wet from the fantasies that had run through my head since I left Tyler.

"Forget the foreplay. I'm on the pill, so just stick your cock in me and pound away," I instructed the Tinder booty-call. His cock felt good going in. I closed my eyes and imagined the nearly seventy-year-old man was beside me. It didn't last long. He abruptly pulled out and came all over my belly.

"I told you I was on the pill," I said rather sternly.

"I'm sorry. Just habit I guess," he responded.

"Cumming quickly or making a mess on my belly?" I answered him with a tinge of anger. "Thanks," I said gesturing for him to leave.

I know it was unrealistic to think I could have been satisfied in a fantasy cut way too short. I should have just let the moment of desire for Tyler live firmly in my mind while I fingered myself to an orgasm. It was too late, the opportunity passed.

Once Dan, or Don, left I got up and showered. I was drying off when Ayanna knocked and walked before I could invite her into my room. Ayanna was one of my four roommates in the student apartment. We were close friends, both being Easterners. She hailed from a town outside of Baltimore.

"I see you've let your pubic hair grow naturally out," she remarked looking at my pussy while I was drying it with a towel. "I think I'm going to give in and shave mine," she added.

"Why? You were so keen on going natural you convinced me to let it grow," I reminded her.

"Yea, but I think it scares the guys too much. I can't get anyone to go down on me," Ayanna lamented.

"I don't even think about that. I just like the feel of a cock inside me," I replied with a little melancholy over not being satisfied as I imagined I should. "I just wish they could have a little stamina and not cum so fast."

"That isn't going to happen, girl," Ayanna told me. "You better warm yourself up first to get off with some young buck."

"You ever try doing it with another girl?" I asked. "Oral sex, I mean."

"Yea. I tried getting on with Chelsea and Erika and even they weren't going to have a lick if my pussy," she told me.

Chelsea and Erika were two of my other roommates. They started sleeping with each other regularly, doing the lesbian thing. I didn't realize Ayanna had hooked up with them.

"Tell me about that?" I asked, sitting on my bed still naked.

"I got excited with all the touching and nipple play but they both seemed to avoid my pussy," Ayanna replied.

"Did you play with their pussies?" I was curious how far she went.

"I did. I even licked and sucked on Erika. I enjoyed it. It was arousing," she confessed.

I was starting to get aroused at the image of going down on another girl. My curiosity about Sapphic love was beginning to leave a wet spot on the bed. I jumped up and put on some panties. Ayanna recognized my condition, smiled and left my room. I wondered whether she would consider going down on me with my hairy vulva. Maybe this naturalist thing isn't a good idea after all.

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I asked to be assigned to cover the election night watch party where Tyler was supposed to attend. I took extra care in fixing my hair and applying makeup to appear sexy and professional. I wore a button-down blouse so I could adjust how revealing my substantial breasts were to entice him should we get an opportunity to speak confidentially. The red lace bra I wore was sure to spur an arousal in any man interested in women.

At eight o'clock folks were starting to trickle in. I sat down with a glass of wine and opened my laptop. Looking for the local results, I found where they were being reported at the county website. There was nothing yet.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. Turning around, I was pleased to see Tyler. He was dressed business casual in a grey sport coat, a light blue shirt, and navy blue slacks. His cologne was subtle and enticing.

"You smell good," I remarked. "What's the name of your cologne?"

"Quorum," he answered. "It was my wife's favorite," he explained. He paused for a moment then complimented me on my appearance. "You are looking very nice this evening. Very professional and sexy. Are you going on a date after you find out who wins?"

"If you're the one who's asking?" I told him seductively.

"Maybe if I don't win," he responded. "If I win, the optics of leaving here with a sexy twenty-two-year-old on my arm would spark a scandal before I even got in office."

I was about to blurt out wishing he doesn't win so he could take me home and fuck me silly. Quickly I came to my senses and replied, "I want you to win, so I guess I'll be leaving here disappointed."

Tyler smiled. I couldn't stand up because he would notice the wet spot on the chair's fabric where I was sitting. It was embarrassing. I sat there and sulked in my head while my pussy swelled and dripped. Tyler was greeted by several of his campaign workers and chatted with the other candidates in the room.

The first results came in and Tyler had a commanding lead with fifty-eight percent. I wasn't going to get him that night so I had to plot to get him some other time. I quietly stood up and pushed the chair under the table and walked away unnoticed. I started conversations with a few of the candidates' supporters.

It was getting close to eleven when I noticed Tyler working out of the room. He had the energy to win an election at the age of sixty-nine, but he probably didn't have enough to celebrate all night long. I had to think quickly.

I ducked into the ladies' room and slid off my damp panties and hurried back to catch Tyler as he was leaving. Luckily, I caught him in the hotel lobby where there weren't many people hanging around at that hour of the night.

"Tyler," I called to get his attention as I scampered toward him. "Wait up a minute."

He stopped and looked at me smiling. I approached him with a sexy saunter. "Congratulations! Would you interview with me again? I'd love to write a personal story about you as the new commissioner."

"Sure. Send me a text and can get together over lunch or coffee again," he said.

Then I took my damp panties out of my bag and slid them in his pocket. "A prize for winning the election," I told him with a smile. He reached over and whispered thank you in my ear and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

I didn't need a bucket of water thrown on me. I melted right there as he walked out of the hotel lobby doors.

An hour later, I received a text message from Tyler. 'I would gladly grant you the interview and if you like, you can come see my home and do the interview here.'

Oh my god, I would love to be alone with him at his home, in his bed. 'Yes, definitely at your home. It's far out of town. I will need a ride.'

'No problem, I will pick you up. When is a good time for you?'

Now, now, now, my mind screamed. 'Saturday morning around ten,' I answered.

'Text me your address. Thank you for the special gift.'

My heart raced as I lay in bed with the thoughts of Tyler, his hands caressing my young body, his mouth nibbling on my nipples. My fingers found that familiar place between my thighs. I came so many times, my body was wrecked in pleasure, my mind ravaged with the ecstasy of his desire.

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Ayanna burst in my room early Saturday morning as I was getting ready to go to Tyler's house for the interview. She was excited and insistent. I let it slip the night before where I was going that morning.

"Are you going to ask him to eat your hairy pussy? He's old. He was probably eating pussy when big bushes were a thing," she kept hounding me. I couldn't understand her obsession with oral sex and pubic hair.

"I don't know if we're even going to have sex. I'm not counting on my fantasies coming true," I told her becoming somewhat annoyed.

"It's an interview. Ask him if he ever went down on a hairy black girl," Ayanna persisted.

"Alright! I'll ask him. Now leave me alone I need to get ready, he'll be here in a half hour," I caved just to shut her up.

"You will not. I know you miss professional. You're not even going to try and make any advances toward him. You're too scared," Ayanna yelled at me, storming out of my room.

She was right. As much as I fantasized, I knew nothing would happen between us. Tyler was a gentleman and I'm just a horny young girl with outrageously stupid expectations.

Tyler texted that he was waiting downstairs. I rushed down knowing he couldn't stay parked in front for too long. I wore a skirt, a light blouse, blazer, and heels. I put on my most appropriate journalist appearance.

"You look very nice, very professional," Tyler commented when I got in his car. "I'm not dressed as formally, if you'll excuse me," he apologized.

"Don't be silly. I'm working and you're being yourself on a casual Saturday morning. That's the you I want to capture in this article," I told him sincerely.

The trip to his house took about forty-five minutes and we mostly made small talk, though I did pry into his past. I found out he was married twice. His first wife, whom he met in college, they married too young. It didn't last long but it was fun, he told me.

"How did you meet your second wife?" I inquired.

"We worked in the same office," he started to tell me. "One day, when a bunch of us got together for a drink after work, we disagreed at the bar. She bet me she was absolutely right, and I was teasing her about being wrong."

"We hadn't set up the terms of the bet beforehand so when the others proved to me she was right I asked her what she wanted," Tyler told me. "She told me to go with her. We went outside the bar, and she ordered me to take her home and, 'fuck me crazy' were her words."

The way Tyler related the story of him and his wife came out so naturally, I wasn't shocked at his candor. We were about to pull onto the dirt road leading to his house. He parked the car and said before we got out, "Please don't put that part in your article." He laughed and so did I.

"Of course not," I assured him. "Some events in our lives aren't meant for public consumption."

Tyler's house was kept neat and clean but very homey. There were paintings hanging on all the walls, which his late wife had done. They were all themed around nature, abstract renderings of plants, birds and butterflies. The colors were vibrant and lit up the rooms.

"Your wife was a real artist," I observed. "I love the colors and the flows. Did she dream them up? What was her inspiration?"

"We would go on hikes, and she took photos. She would start with them and then just let her mind rearrange nature in her own artistic way," Tyler explained with pride for his wife's talents.

"You should put them in a gallery or something," I remarked. "They're beautiful. The world should see them."

"Jocelyn was so modest she never wanted to exhibit them," he said.

The interview went on for an hour or so, covering his education, work experiences, and political ideas. I recorded all of it on my phone. We took a break for lunch. Tyler prepared salads and offered me a glass of wine. I didn't have to drive, and I wasn't working officially, though I did intend to publish the article as part of my school work, so I accepted.

We finished our salads and a glass of wine each when Tyler offered me another and suggested we sit more comfortably in the living room. "You can kick those shoes off if you want. I'll get a pair of my wife's slippers for you to wear," he suggested. I wasn't used to wearing heels so his offer was welcomed.

"So, now that you know everything about me, how about you tell me something about yourself and maybe the pressing issues with your generation. I think many people in government don't try to relate to younger generations as much as they should," he stated to start another conversation around me and my generation.

"Besides the obvious things like lack of affordability for housing and general life, what are the social concerns for young folks of your generation," Tyler asked.

Ayanna's rant earlier popped in my brain. Was this an opportunity to get personal with him? Perhaps it led me unexpectedly into my fantasies?

"Pubic hair and oral sex," I answered casually. "That's been the growing concern among my friends over the past few months. It's leading to some distress with my friend Ayanna. She was so distracted by it, I think her schoolwork is suffering."

I paused momentarily to let that settle in, then asked Tyler, "Ayanna wanted me to ask you if you ever went down on a black girl with a hairy bush?"

To my surprise, Tyler wasn't taken back at all. He answered casually, "Back when I was young, your age, shaving pubic hair wasn't a thing. And yes, I did perform oral sex on a black girl."

"Well, that's the second sexually explicit answer I got out of you today," I mused. "That would be good in the article. Shows the real human side to you."

"I thought you said you wouldn't publish that," he said.

"Nothing about your late wife, but eating black pussy shows how egalitarian you are," I pressed seductively. "I might hold off if you do something for me," I extorted him.

"And what would that be?"

"Cunninglus. I should know how good you are at it," I told him kicking off the slippers, pulling up my skirt, removing my panties, spreading my legs, and exposing my hairy pussy.

Tyler didn't appear shocked or distressed by the situation I was putting him in. He stood up from his chair and came over to the sofa, turning me so he could comfortably sit and maneuver his head between my thighs.

He started slowly kissing my thighs while I unhooked my skirt. "Wait a minute," I paused the action to undress. Tyler remained clothed when I laid back and he resumed. His fingers gently parted my vulva, and his tongue penetrated, slowly rotating around. My juices flowed; the sensations were sending waves of pleasure through my body.

Tyler found my swollen clit and lightly nibbled on it through ink my body into spasms and ultimately into a powerful orgasm. I couldn't control my body's reactions, I came all over his face. "Oh fuck!"

Then he kissed me. I tasted myself on his lips. Another orgasm unpredictably shot through my body.

"Let's go into the bedroom," he suggested. I nodded yes and with his assistance stood on my weakened legs. He helped me along until I fell on his bed. Tyler undressed. His cock was erect as he approached me, once again orally pleasuring my pussy.

I wanted him inside me so badly. I maneuvered him around so I could straddle him, lowering myself on his stiff cock. I leaned over and whispered I was on the pill and all was good before I rocked myself to another orgasm. Tyler instinctively pinched my nipples lightly, testing me to see how hard he should squeeze. That led to another level of orgasm I hadn't felt before.

Tyler rolled me over and gazed in my eyes as he slowly pumped and ground his cock inside me. His stamina amazed me. He kept going as I kept having waves of orgasms. When he positioned himself to enter me from behind, he thrust deeper in my sloppy wet pussy. He pushed hard and my vagina muscles contracted as he came.

We both collapsed, exhausted and completely satisfied. "I never orgasmed like that and so much," I told him after I caught my breath, and my heart rate settled down.

"It'll get better as you learn what pleases you and you know what to ask for," Tyler informed me. "Sexual pleasure evolves in us as we experience new things."

I was certain I didn't need to express it, but I did anyway to be sure. "This was just a fling, and I really appreciate how you handled me." Tyler gave me a quick kiss as assurance. We laughed and joked on the drive back to town. He shared with me some of the awkward sexual experiences of his youth.

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I was in the shower again when Ayanna barged into my room. I keep reminding myself I should lock my door because I won't be able to change her behavior.

"How did it go?" She asked calmly, expecting a mundane answer.