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Literal trigger warning. This story has guns. They aren't part of sex, but they're part of the story backdrop.
Yours,
Virginia O.
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Jason looked out the window of his home office blankly. May was last month where Texas was granted any reprieve from the oppressive heat, and the reprieve was nearly over. Dallas wouldn't see any real end to the summer until sometime after October.
With a wife, kids, and owning his own business in a white collar, one might think that Jason was perfectly happy. People aren't made that way, though. Sometimes they want something different. Something new. Jason's life was picture perfect, but not nearly naughty enough for him. He wanted something very new and extremely naughty. Especially now, cooped up in the house with his family day after endless groundhog day.
He knew what would satisfy his hunger that bordered on need. Her name was Kelsey. Young, blonde, and with enormous tits. They'd been matched through a service. He hadn't touched her yet, but he was anxious to, social distancing be damned.
Virginia's Service connected people with mutual, sometimes taboo interests. Kelsey wanted to be with an older man, and be taken past her limits in bed. She had reluctance fantasies, wanting to be controlled and she had never had that experience outside of fantasy. She had a lot of hesitation about finding someone who would meet her needs without betraying trust.
Through Virginia's Service, Kelsey had posted what she wanted and how she wanted it. Among many others, Jason sent her a message, and Virginia's gave her his email address. A search of his email address quickly provided a lot more information than it seemed anyone would feel comfortable giving a stranger, especially considering the nature of the service, but maybe Jason was more trusting than most. Whatever the reason, it allowed Kelsey to match a face to a fantasy. He was middle aged, white, and attractive. Having a real person to consider went a long way toward personalizing the potential passion, and Kelsey thought a great deal about it before making contact. How they could meet each other in a city under orders to stay home was a logistical issue luckily overcome by her job. It was Friday, and she was able to go back to work.
Jason's days had blended together to an enormous extent, weekend or otherwise, and for 2020, there was nothing all that special about him in that. It was Friday, though, and he was going to see Kelsey in person for the first time. He put on his shoes and picked up his range bag as he opened the front door and started down the steps. The shooting range was across town, and not the one he normally went to. He's always meant to try it out, and now he had more than enough reason to. His fantasy had been given the breath of life.
By the time he got to the range it was almost closing time. He walked in and immediately up to the counter where Kelsey stood. She recognized him instantly, and blushed. "Hi Kelsey."
"Hello." she cleared her throat and darted her eyes.
"Excuse me?"
"Hello...sir."
"Good girl." He watched the blush spread and flush her cheeks. He was grateful he wasn't as fair-skinned as she was, or his attempt to look stoic would probably fail. "Nervous?"
"No."
"Liar. No what?"
"No sir. I'm sorry. No sir."
"You're still lying, but it's better to tell a lie with proper manners. You don't naturally have proper manners, do you Kelsey?"
"Uh...I don't know. I mean, I don't think I'm rude or anything. I don't know." Kelsey heard Jason clear his throat slightly and quickly inserted "sir", as they'd discussed she would on the phone.
"Do you remember our phone calls, Kelsey? Because it sounds like maybe you don't. Communication is pretty important."
"Yes sir. I remember. I'm nervous and I'm sorry for that, sir. I don't have formal mannerisms, but I don't think I'm rude... sir."
"Okay. At least we have something to work on. Do you have a lane available?"
"Yes sir. I reserved one for you...sir. Do you, uh..." Kelsey was a nervous wreck, and it was obvious. Jason got hard just knowing that she was nervous because she was thinking about him fucking her. Touching her. Doing whatever he wanted with her.
"Do I what? Think before you speak, girl."
"Yes sir." She took a deep breath as Jason looked down at her with a slight grin on his face, which she returned. "Do you have your own targets or do you need targets?"
"I brought my own. Show me my lane."
As she walked him to his lane, she let him know they were closing in half an hour. As a special customer, his reservation had been extended. She told him she would come back after closing to make sure he had everything he needed, and still stuttering over some words but remembering to say "sir", she left him to his practice. The first 15 minutes he spent shooting worse than he had in 20 years. He replaced the target so she wouldn't see how clearly nervous he was. God she was gorgeous! Porcelain skin and a huge rack, both of which looked wonderful on the body of an 18 year old. Oh, his cock ached for her. His mind focused on the range and reconsidered whether it was the best idea to shoot so distracted. Men will take enormous risks for both girls and guns, though. He hadn't held either in his hands for too long.
Kelsey watched him from the corner of her eye as she performed closing duties. He was good looking, but that wasn't where his appeal was for her. His voice held such command. She wanted to follow it. When they first talked on the phone, she felt sure there was a good match. Meeting him in person she was no less sure, but she was much more nervous. She wanted everyone to leave as quickly as possible so they could be alone together. At the same time, she was terrified. Her experience had been limited and vanilla until this. So far it had only been talk with Jason, but tonight they planned on a lot more. She didn't know what his experience was, not exactly, but he was more than 20 years older than her, so he certainly had enough. She didn't want to disappoint him.
Kelsey's affinity for older men had its beginnings in her puberty. She was an early bloomer,and it came with a lot of attention from older boys. Then, in her late teens, she had a few friends that saw older men. One of them gave her a lot of details about their relationship. More details then she asked for, but not more than she wanted. He'd had money, and lavished her friend with gifts. She called him her sugar daddy, leading Kelsey to Google the meaning of that, spending hours lost trying to decipher what exactly a Sugar Daddy was. She concluded that it was whatever was agreed to. She was tired of having boyfriends that couldn't last more than a few minutes in bed, even if they could get hard again and have sex multiple times a day. She wanted it to last. She wanted their attention to last.