A fictional account of an affair between man and woman of different ages and how they fared. I want to thank Terry M. for her life and encouragement.
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I was standing near the baggage carousel waiting. Just waiting for a beautiful young girl I did not know. I ran the past year through my mind, the first e-mail I received from her, how she had responded to a story I had written in Literotica. How we had become friends over the anonymous airwaves and how we had reached this point. Terry. Terry. I kept repeating her name to myself maybe to reassure me that this was real, that she was really on that airplane.
I felt like an old fool having written to her and having responded to her many questions but she had answered each of mine with a sincerity that bonded me to her as genuine. She was 18, or so she had written, when we started corresponding. Her questions gave me pause as many were so naïve but I considered that her virginity had perhaps left her with many unanswered questions. She professed to be an exhibitionist and have a desire to be seen by older men, perhaps even her own father. She had sent me photos of her nude body and she was stunning.
And, here I stood awaiting this young girl now 19 and in college. She had written that she was coming to see me rather than spending spring break with friends. She was on her own, as she put it, and wanted to see her internet friend. One hears so much about the internet acquaintances, particularly those that are seeking illegal relationships, and I hoped beyond hope that she would be genuine.
I had been widowed for almost 3 years and in that time had dated some but involved myself in my work and dwelled on the 29 years I had loved beyond love. At 52 years of age it was ridiculous of me to continue what had become a long distance infatuation with this young woman.
Oh, yes, we had been talking over the internet for quite some time but now we were going to meet face-to-face. She had described herself vividly, petite, dark brown hair that is almost black, dazzling brown eyes, and an endearing smile.
I had made a small sign that simply said Terry and I was going to hold it up when I saw someone nearing her description but I didn't have to. As I turned to look toward the entry way I saw her; petite, dark hair, beautiful. She looked straight at me and smiled and began walking my way. "Terry?" I half shouted. She smiled again than almost ran to me.
I was scared coming all this way to meet a man so much older than me but here I was and I was determined to see it through. If he was ugly I would simply pass by him and find some solitary enjoyment. There he was, standing near the baggage carousel. He was as he had described himself, balding, a slight belly, brown hair, and blue eyes. And he had a captivating smile. Just then he called my name and my heart leapt. I think I was running when I jumped into his arms. He felt good, he smelled good.
I was holding her close to me just enjoying the nearness of her and the smell of her soft perfume. I eased my hold on her enough so that we could look each other in the eye. It was then that she kissed me. Not a soft kiss but a hard passionate kiss that sealed everything we had said to each other in e-mails. I was sure everyone in the airport was looking, wondering why this beautiful young girl was kissing her grandfather this way. At that point I didn't care what anyone saw or thought; I just let it all go and kissed her.
When we kissed my heart skipped a beat. It was as I had hoped it would be, long, sensual, and captivating. His arms engulfed me and I felt so safe and secure. I didn't want to end the kiss but we had to.
Her luggage arrived and we left. All through the parking lot our conversation was mainly about the flight and how long it took and all sorts of random time killing mind numbing conversation. In the car she remarked about the scenery and how beautiful the area was.
My home is in an area of larger acreages and somewhat secluded. Terry found it to her liking as well as the manicured lawn and neat home. Once inside I took her luggage to the guest bedroom. At first I thought of putting it in my room, but I didn't want to be presumptuous that she wanted to sleep with me. I showed her through the house and tried to make her feel at home. I had removed all pictures of my late wife but left the other family photos; children and grandchildren.
His home was delightful; so charming and well kept. I felt immediately at home. I was taken aback when he put my luggage in another room but I understood. He was a gentleman and a little scared. I would take care of that soon. I felt that I needed a shower to remove the airplane smell. He showed me the hallway bathroom but I wanted to use his large shower, in his bedroom. He nervously excused himself to prepare us some cool drinks while I cleaned up.
I was in the kitchen holding a glass in my hand; it was shaking. There was a beautiful young girl 33 years younger than me taking a shower in my bathroom. An old fool, I thought to myself. A very old food to believe she came to be your lover. I had just filled the glasses with ice when she came into the room and cleared her throat. I nearly dropped the glasses. She was wrapped in a towel. I looked at her eyes, her neck, her shoulders, then at her slender muscular legs and her dainty feet with the red painted toes.
"You like" she asked.
I think I stammered an "um hum" back I'm not sure. I sat the glasses down and when I turned she opened the towel giving me the most wonderful sight. Her naked body was just as I had seen it in her photos; her dark hair above her vagina, her small upturned breasts, her flat stomach, and petite sexiness. I wanted her, I wanted to taste her, I wanted to smell her, and I wanted to make love to her.
When I opened the towel I knew I was giving myself to him. We had only just met in person but we had truly known each other for over a year. I knew I wanted him right then, right there. His eyes were devouring me and I was getting a wet feeling in my pussy. I wanted him to cross the scant few steps and grab me, hold me, throw me to the floor and take me.
