This is a revised and edited version of my story posted on February 16. Please read it and let me know if you think this is better than the original.
"Where are you, he's getting ready to leave!"
"Be there in a minute, just getting out of the cab, chill!"
Entering the room, she recognized him straight away, blonde hair, most likely blue eyes, though she couldn't see them as he was looking away. Even sitting down, she could tell he was tall and his shoulders were broad, overall, your typical athlete. She found it hard to believe he was a
virgin
though; the girls at school should have been queuing up!
"Paul's shy," he'd told her, "he spends all his time when not in class in the gym with the guys."
Vonnie could believe it looking at his massive frame. He was built like a "brick outhouse" as her Grandma used to say. Her pussy dampened at the thought of initiating Paul into the delights of the more mature woman. Her instructions had been specific; she was to introduce him to everything she knew, the dirtier the better.
Vonnie took a seat at the table. The guy opposite had not been paying attention; and looked startled when he lifted his head up from his phone to see her sitting there. Vonnie smiled, "hello, I'm Yvonne...Vonnie," she corrected herself. She had always hated the name Yvonne and changed it to Vonnie as soon as she could. "I'm Paul," the young man said, "pleased to meet you." Remembering his manners, he extended his hand across the table. Vonnie put out her small one, and immediately his huge one engulfed it.
Vonnie felt a rush of heat course through her. M
y God, his hands are huge!
I wonder if the rest of him is!
Vonnie tried to keep her eyes on Paul's face, but her gaze kept wandering downwards, towards his hidden crotch. At the same time, Paul was taking in the woman sat opposite him. She was definitely a
woman,
the crow's feet around her eyes deepening when she smiled, and the wrinkles on her long, slender neck and hands told him
that.
However, the
body
should have belonged to someone much younger; her tits were still proud and firm under the tight white tee shirt she wore under her leather jacket.
He could not see her legs, but guessed they were long and slim, matching the rest of her. Her hair was red, almost matching her lipstick, which had been applied generously to her full mouth. Green eyes sparkled under dark brows, giving her a more youthful appearance. Paul found himself unable to speak for a moment, so taken aback had he been by Vonnie's sudden appearance. He had been texting his friend Mike, telling him he was thinking of going home and having an early night, Mike had texted him back; telling him to wait a little longer.
Eventually, Paul got his voice back, and immediately regretted it as he asked Vonnie, "You're a little
older
than most of the women here aren't you?"
Vonnie's eyebrows lowered, and her face took on a less than pleased expression as she answered. "Have you got something against us
mature
women having a bit of fun? Maybe you think we don't like sex just because we're old?"
Paul just wanted the floor to open up and swallow him. "I...I...I'm sorry; I didn't mean to imply that you
were
old!"
Somewhat mollified by Paul's apology, Vonnie smiled back, putting her hand on his huge paw and gently scraping her nails across the back. As she did this, she also rubbed her thigh against his, feeling the strong muscles tauten under the material of his pants. Paul shifted uncomfortably in his seat, as a growing bulge made his pants suddenly feel a couple of sizes too small. Vonnie saw the movement and just smiled.
"So then, what shall we talk about?" Vonnie asked, pushing her breasts forward, stretching the tee shirt material almost to bursting. Paul could not think of anything to say, his gaze firmly fixed on her heaving chest. She scraped the back of Paul's hand again with her red nails, getting his attention.
"Hello, Earth to Paul, don't you know it's rude to stare at a lady's breasts unless she asks you to?"
Paul's face had the look of an employee caught with their hand in the till. It had taken on a distinctly red hue, his embarrassment flooding off him in waves as he vainly attempted to tear his gaze away from the heaving mounds in front of him, and back to Vonnie's face.
"Okay, if you don't want to talk, how about a drink. There's a free bar tonight, you look like you could use one!"
Paul looked grateful for an excuse to get out of the line of sight of those breasts. However, as he went to get up and go to the bar, Vonnie put her hand out.
"No, you stay there, I'll get them, what do you want?"
"A Coke would be nice, no ice!" Then, remembering his manners again, he added "thanks!"