Post Office Part 2. (Julie's story)
"I'll take you out for dinner tonight!" he said boldly.
Derek was about fifty, arrogant, posh, well off and honestly a bit of a prat that liked the sound of his own voice. He wasn't attractive but always well groomed. He clearly spent too much money on kitsch clothing and gaudy accessories. Brightly coloured shirts and neck ties, odd non matching shiny shoes, an array of hat styles rarely seen in the last century. He was short, a little overweight and the clothes a little too tight. He'd wear these over the top outfits any time or anywhere and look completely out of place, he never felt so though. I kind of respected him for that, for being himself even though it came from a place of feeling superior to others.
He was loud and loved to be the centre of attention, everything he said was shallow, either about himself or showing off, he'd buy drinks for the whole bar and be sure everyone knew it. He had an odd side parting hair cut, it looked like hair implants. No doubt expensive fake teeth and he was no stranger to a fake tan and manicure.
Despite it all he wasn't a bad person, meant well and was well known locally as a bit of a character who liked to portray himself as a ladies man. He was a bachelor who lived in a lovely house at the expensive end of town, not far from the pub he liked to frequent, The Brewers arms, known locally just as 'Brewers'. Many times he'd donated money to local causes, to save a kid's football team or similar, as long as his face was in the local paper he was happy. Despite his motives I admired that.
Derek would turn out to be a mistake.
I'd chatted briefly many times to Derek in Brewers, I generally tried to get away from him as fast as I could. He was like an excitable dog running around chatting to anyone that would listen and trying to chat up ladies. At fifty eight I was a little old for his tastes (by about thirty years) and so was generally safe from his advances.
This particular day I was out with two younger friends , Sam, (Twenty five), and Rachel, (Thirty). I'd known them for a few years and generally got on better with younger women than my own age. Today was Sam's birthday and we'd gone to Brewers for some (virgin) drinks. Both Sam and Rachel are very attractive, great figures, big breasts and great legs and they were dressed to impress. They both work as nurses and were on shift tonight, hence the day celebration and sober drinks! I guess I'm their quirky older friend.
A fairly quiet Brewers plus two hot young women dressed in little slutty dresses of course attracted the already tipsy Derek. "Happy Birthday! Drinks are on me! Barman these ladies don't pay for any drinks or you'll have me to answer to!" He said loud enough for the whole bar to hear as he stumbled over to our table in the corner. "Oh no," we collectively mumbled. Sam was wearing a large Birthday sash which was like red to a Bull for Derek.
He pulled up a chair and sat down uninvited. Our polite hints and unresponsive answers doing little to put him off. We put up with his gibberish for about an hour, at least he was buying the drinks and I was drinking alcohol so that helped a little.
Some of the gems he came out with were, "You must all be models, if not you should be!" " Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" and "You look like my next ex wife!"
More and more Sam and Rachel began to chat amongst themselves and just ignore him, so he aimed his nonsense at me just to stay near them no doubt. Before long I whispered to them they should go on and I'd stay. They had plans to see other friends anyway and I was going to head home, at least this way I could distract him from following them. They mouthed a thank you as a they made a rapid exit disguised as a toilet break.
I waited about ten minutes before telling Derek I was heading home, by now he'd realised the other two were long gone.
"I'll take you out for dinner tonight." he said boldly. At fifty eight you become pretty straight talking, at least I am. I told him I wasn't interested and explained his seedy behaviour to younger women wasn't welcome and he wasn't the player he thought he was, that we hadn't had a real conversation in an hour.
He dropped his guard for a moment, looking hurt and offended. "Well let me take you out and you can see there's more to me, what have you got to lose? You'll tell me if you're not interested and you can leave anytime."
"Fine." I said feeling slightly challenged. In truth I hadn't been asked on a date in years and just thought 'What the hell'. I'm retired and enjoy life and have interests but generally like to say yes to new adventures even if they may seem a bad idea, at least there's a story there. I didn't feel unsafe around him so that was the main thing. Somewhere under it all I felt there was a real person and I like to give people a chance.
He made his arrangements looking very proud of himself, we swapped details and the date was set for later that night.
He'd booked a fancy restaurant, not my type of place but I appreciate good food. I didn't make a particular effort dress wise. I have a kind of youthful hippy style I suppose. I dress how I feel comfortable and don't wear much make up. I'm a very sexual person but at my age find it hard to meet someone compatible, I don't find men my age or older attractive and younger guys can be immature or rarely interested.
We met at the restaurant, he was dressed in a blue three piece suit with a bright pink shirt with some kind of a tiny ducks pattern all over it. The restaurant was too stuffy for me but the food was delicious. To be fair he toned down his arrogance significantly, we had a pleasant enough conversation about nothing in particular. I felt he'd played this role for so long he didn't know who he really was or what he wanted. Towards the end of the night he let his persona down a little, "Do you find me attractive?" He asked a slightly sorrowful tone as if knowing the answer.
"I don't, I'm sorry. But I did enjoy our dinner and thank you for taking me out".
He looked dejected as if he knew deep down no one bought into this persona of his.
"I'm lonely," he said in the first real statement he'd made all day. "Most women aren't interested in me, I've actually not been with anyone in a very long time."
"I don't suppose you want to come to mine and have sex then? I won't lie that's all I want." He asked in a sad, slightly desperate tone. For all his nonsense this was the first real honest thing he'd said. No bullshit, he just said what he wanted. "Okay.." I replied in what was probably a surprise to both of us. In that moment I just thought 'Why not?' I'd not had sex in years, or even an offer, the honesty of his desire for the act itself rather than me was oddly reciprocated. Maybe I was a little desperate.
A flash of surprise and slight nerves came over his face quickly replaced by his old persona, I guess this had reinforced the person he'd built as being for real.
A short taxi ride back to his and he led me inside. His house was fantastic, very large with vast gardens. Pillars on the entrance and a marble entrance hall. He grabbed me by the hand and whisked me into a large master bedroom. It had deep red wallpaper with gold lining and a fleur de lys pattern on. A giant four poster bed, fur rugs and expensive looking wooden furniture with ugly statues on. The lighting was dark. It was like a mix between an overly expensive hotel suite and a strip club.
He immediately started feverishly kissing my neck and groping me all over, lowering me down onto the bed. His aftershave was strong and overpowering. I tried to avoid kissing him on the lips as best I could, that felt too personal. I was wearing a long dress that buttoned up to my cleavage, I undid it to help things along, I wasn't really getting turned on. He panted heavier, almost out of breath as he took my dress off, the excitement almost too much for his lack of fitness it seemed. I lay there just in my underwear.
He rapidly moved across my body with a desperate kissing action slightly nibbling as if he wanted to devour me, as if he'd waited forever for someone to come back to this room. He got down to my breasts and took my bra off, he sucked and licked my tits and squeezed them for all he had. He moaned and said "Mmm, mm Yes!" as if it was the most delicious food he couldn't get enough of. He quickly lowered himself to my crotch kissing and licking most of my stomach on the way, shoved my legs apart, pulled my pants to one side and crudely licked my pussy. He slobbered everywhere as he made louder noises of enjoyment. His hands gripped my thighs as he drooled away, at least it disguised the fact I wasn't wet at all, certainly not enjoying it. A part of me wondered whether it was my age or because it'd been so long or just him. I let out a few fake moans of pleasure to join in.
He jumped up, out of breath and hurriedly tried to take his clothes off. Clearly struggling with the overly tight, overly buttoned three piece suit. I slipped off my underwear and rubbed my clit a little, trying to get in the mood or convince myself this wasn't a total disaster.
He finally removed all his clothes barring some oddly long white socks. He pulled down his wide-fronts to reveal a small pale erect penis, with grey hairs around it. He was small and tubby.
He mounted me and crudely tried to penetrate me after putting a condom on. Thankfully he had some lube in a nearby draw and got it out before I had to say something. He smothered it on himself and my genitals whilst panting heavily. He mounted me once more and naively poked around before I felt his dick finally push inside me. Laying fully on me and crushing me a little he awkwardly thrust his whole body up and down whilst panting and moaning heavier. Breathing on my neck as I lay on my back, legs spread wide as he had his way with me.
"You must be loving getting a good fucking like this?" He started to talk, his idea of dirty talk or his made up persona coming though.
I felt nothing at all, wasn't remotely turned on and now he'd started to talk was most definitely turned off. "Gonna boast to all your friends to managed to bed me aren't you? You were gagging for it all day." I was disgusted as he continued to thrust his whole body vertically along mine.
"You can't get enough of this cock, there might be more if you ask nicely."
Before I could tell him to get off me the mercifully brief ordeal came to end as he let out a pathetic "Ughhhh" and came. Slumping his body on mine. I pushed and gestured for him to get off. He rolled over more concerned with getting his breath back than myself.
