The lock clicked and apartment doors opened, letting loud voices in.
"And then! And then - get it - he shouts 'It's not my glove you touch, but keep going!'" Ben stepped in, tossing a key onto a cabinet by the door without looking.
"Pfft! And I thought that our parties were wild!" Jess busted from laughing following him inside.
The switch flicked and the apartment lighted up forcing them both to squint and groan.
"Sorry!" with another flick Ben dimmed half the lights.
They both met at a heavy metal concert. Ben's gray hair, so contrasting with his black leather jacket, was styled into a mohawk. Chains were wrapped around his wrists and leather pants. He left his jackboots by the door and went towards the living room. Outside of his attire he was tall and sturdy, with a nondescriptive face and a square chin.
Jess threw quick glances left and right, learning the layout, and headed into the kitchen.
"The beer's in the fridge!" shouted Ben.
"Nah water's good! Hey, is that an ice maker you have here? Sick!"
Jess returned to the living room with a glass in hand. Stomping on the floor in her high-soled spiked boots she was almost as tall as Ben. Her fit legs were wrapped in ripped tights. A black dress with belts wrapping around her slim waist was short enough to draw attention to her legs and round butt, and a deep cleavage highlighted her massive breasts, bouncing up and down with every step. Long stands of her raven-black hair were falling down her back shoulders and even into cleavage. A spiked choker was wrapped around her neck, a cross was hanging from her left ear, and a row of dinging metal rings was piercing her right ear.
Her face, despite being heavily covered in black and white makeup was still too young - Jess was at best half Ben's age.
"Sick place," she complimented while sizing up the room. "No way! This much space
and
a second floor?! Imagine the parties you could throw in here!"
She marched towards the far end of a room where Ben kept his Vinyl collection. Ben followed her with his eyes, gazing at the way her dress swung up and down with each step - just barely not letting him see her hips.
"Killer, Manofight, Ramingstone, Dark Weekend, oh, some underground bands too..." mumbled Jess looking through vinyls while slightly bending. "Ha! This live recording is from the year I was born!" Jess turned around on a heel, her hair and dress swinging. "You know, Ben, I kept wondering if you're just some old creep that goes on concerts to pry on girls, but you seem alright!"
"Fuck you! I knew band lyrics better than you all!"
"You did me solid pulling me out of moshpit too. So, you're cool, for a granpa!" giggled Jess.
"Ouch."
"Speaking of my friends..." Jess pulled out a phone, "Ah, crashed in the park. With more alcohol!"
"Wanna join them?"
"Nah, it's fine. I got tired of all the people, and here you have a nice and quiet place. Wonder what we could do in here?" Jess shot a quick glance tilting her head sideways, her black lips smirking.
Ben sighted. This was the unpleasant part that he had to go through, lest he be a bastard.
"Jess, just so we're clear. I'm extremely busy working man, and this was my only day off for a while. In the morning I'll be gone - and you should be too. I'm no longer looking for love or relations. If you are not fine with this - I'll order you taxi right away. Or we may chill for a while and listen to some music. There's a spare bedroom too. Either way, I won't force you to do anything you don't want."
"Hmm, so formal..." said Jess, tilting her head as she studied Ben. "Taxis, sleeping... No fun! Anything else we can do in here?" she asked, putting the glass down and stepping closer towards him.
"Well," Ben said, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her waist, "I might have a few ideas."
Jess leaned in, and their lips met. Ben embraced Jess, hugging her tightly and feeling the heat of her body, the firmness of her breasts pressing against his chest, and the bitter taste of makeup on her lips.
Still kissing, they stepped sideways towards the coach. Their tongues twisted and played with each other, but Jess surprised him - as his tongue reached into her mouth she sucked him further in while sensually toying with the tip of her tongue like she was already giving him a skilled blowjob. Ben leaned back and Jess chuckled in satisfaction.
She lightly pushed onto his chest, and he landed on a coach obeying her.
"Isn't this more fun?" she asked rhetorically, placing her knees around his tights before mounting his lap.
Slowly but confidently Ben traced his fingers from her waist to her belly then up her chest, enjoying the sight he was getting. Their eyes met.
"Like what you see?" she asked.
"You're absolutely gorgeous."
His palms landed on her massive breasts and Jess let out a soft moan. Ben squeezed, and even though he sensed a sturdy bra underneath her dress, the sensation of her breasts was amazing. Ben pushed her boobs up and then let them fall, mesmerized by the bouncing with almost child-like amazement that contrasted so much with his stern face.
Jess giggled, amused by the power her curves had over this strong older man, then leaned in closer - trapping his face between her boobs and grinding her body over his.
Ben moved his hands further down while planting kisses in her cleavage. His hands traced up from her knees feeling her ripped pantyhose, then the supporting straps, and then the bare skin of her tights and squeezing her firm booty. As nice as it was, Ben sensed he was about to get smothered by Jess' massive breasts that were cutting all the air, so he delivered a firm smack on her buttock and gently pushed her shoulder up with a hand.
"Behave, young lady," his fingers dodged spikes of her collar and caressed her cheek. "Smothering me out of the blue. Where are your manners?"
"Oh, I love that!" Jess' eyes light up with enthusiasm. "But what do I get for being good?"
"Well, we may think of something."
Ben let go of her buttock and moved his hand in front. Going around her hip and tracing fingers on her panties made her shiver. Jess gasped, goosebumps appearing even on her exposed parts of breasts, but Ben was so confident in his action that she didn't even dare to stop him and instead raised up on her knees granting him the best possible access.
