Sophia doesn't want to tell her girlfriends that she met an old man on a sex-dating website. She needs a different story.
This is how she wants to tell her story.
I'm running up the mountain next to the cable car in Γ re (in the north of Sweden). I am very fond of hiking and running in the mountains, I grew up in the North and have always trained and run in the mountains. Suddenly I see an elderly man lying on the ground. He seems to be injured. I go over and ask him how he is. He says he stepped wrong and sprained his foot. The whole ankle is swollen.
"I can't support on my foot and it's hard to jump on one leg downhill. I need some help," he says. I help him up and he leans on my arm and shoulder. He looks quite old, but otherwise in good shape. He actually looks really nice, blue eyes, which, despite the pain, sparkle in a friendly way. Eyes that you can sink into, I think.
I ask where he lives. I get the answer that he lives at Γ regΓ₯rden, a hotel in the village. We slowly make our way down to the village and to the hotel. I help him into his room and try to take off his boot. Difficult with the swollen ankle, but I finally succeed. The man, who introduces himself as Kjell, thinks that the swelling should go down if he can put his foot in a cold bath. I help him into the bathroom. I fill the bathtub with cold water. Kjell sits down on the edge of the tub. "Can you help me take off my pants, I don't want to wear them or my socks in the water?" He says. I unbutton his belt and pants. I start pulling his pants down. They are tight, but I manage to pry them down and happen to get the underwear as well. There he sits now with a naked bottum. I can't help but see what a big cock he has. Really big, even if it is completely flaccid. I blush and stutter something about not meaning to. He smiles a little, says that's okay, maybe just as well, then I don't have to bother with taking them off later.
I help him get his legs over the edge of the tub and into the water. I have to grab his thighs and can't avoid reaching his dick. It starts to grow as I help him. "Oh, sorry, it just happened," he says, a little embarrassed. I can't help but look. I blush even more and have to say something, something like it's really nice, really big. And then I ask, "Does it hurt?" He probably misunderstands what I say because he replies "No, it's nice to feel that I still react to a beautiful woman, take it as a compliment".
As he sits there on the edge of the tub with his feet in the cold water and his cock pointing straight out, I hold him from behind to give him some support. I feel him press his head against my firm round breasts. It actually feels really nice, a little cozy and at the same time I understand that, despite the pain, he is really horny. I'm not unaffected either, I feel, even though the whole situation is bizarre, I'm probably a bit wet. Here I help an old man, who could be my grandfather, undress him and hold him on the edge of the bathtub and feel how he presses his head against my breasts while I see how his cock rises up. What am I doing? How did I get into this situation? This is crazy! I feel that his body is muscular and firm, despite his age. I stand behind and hold him, leaning against him. He leans back against me. We stand like that for a long time. Saying nothing, there's not much that needs to be said. It feels good, we give each other warmth, closeness - two strangers in a strange situation. I look down at him, feel myself getting wetter and wetter as I both feel his body and see his dick, no, cock, and how it stands straight up. His glans is completely exposed, it almost seems like it's looking at me, wanting to say: "here I am, take me, feel me". I try to look the other way, to seem unconcerned.
After a while Kjell says that he thinks that's enough. I help him again to get over the edge of the tub with his legs. I have to take hold of his legs and am very close to his penis with my face. I don't know what comes to mind, but I lean forward and kiss his glans. It slides a little into my mouth. Tastes a little salty. It's big. I lick around it. Hear him moan. Delicious, arousing. I have to tear myself away. Can't give an old man a blow job....
We link into his bed and he sits down, still naked and with a hard cock looking at me intensely. I ask if he can handle himself now. I want to both stay and escape, my whole being is in rebellion. Seeing how horny he is and feeling that I want to feel him, want his cock, yes, but it's completely crazy. I can't start making out and fucking a stranger, an old man?