I am writing to you from Fountain, a beautiful small college town named after the local spring water.
My name is Wesley Dodge, and I am an adjunct professor at the University who also owns a small book store in town.
My late wife Emma ran the store for me until a few months ago, and I've felt the loneliness of her loss terribly. My grief has blocked me out from even thinking about starting over with a new woman. The events of today, however, changed my thinking dramatically!
I employ a young student named Vickie who helps me run the register. Vickie is 18 years old, but very mature in her looks and attitude. Vickie is of Laotian descent, short yet powerfully built with muscular legs and ass. She always wears rimless glasses and her hair in a bun, yet has saucily called me "Wes" from day one.
Today, Saturday, Vickie came to work straight from her swim meet. Her long, wet hair cascaded down her back and the glasses were gone. She wore a hooded sweatshirt and tight cut-off shorts that amplified her sturdy brown legs and tight buttocks.
At the end of the day, after 6 hours of watching Vickie squat and bend over picking up text books, I was in a surprising frazzle. I had never really thought of her in a sexual way, but today her casual attire was causing a bittersweet ache in my nut-bag that had been absent for too long.
I couldn't bear to end the day, so I asked Vickie to stay after and help me in the back room. She seemed puzzled, but called her roommate Sonja and told her to pick her up in an hour.
As we studied the stacks of books, Vickie tapped me on the shoulder.
"Hey, Wes - you seem distracted today. Do you need to talk?" Vickie playfully hugged me and felt my cock bulge in my slacks.
"Uh-oh. Did I cause this?" Vickie now traced the length of my twitching log through my slacks with one finger, and I gasped in embarrassment and lust.
"I bet you'd like me to suck this, huh?" she teased with a wide smile that amplified her Asian good looks.
"Uhh- Vickie-- I'm sorry-- it's just that you look so good today-" I managed feebly, and I held her waist as she raised her knee and ran it up and down my inner thigh.
"Don't worry." she whispered and pinched my nose playfully. "I'm going to take care of this right now!"
I groaned gratefully as she knelt down and unzipped my slacks. My fifty-year-old cock danced and swayed stiffly in the open air, until Vickie took me nut-deep into her teen-aged mouth.
"Oh my fucking God!" I hissed through clenched teeth, and I clutched at the hood of Vickie's sweatshirt as she slurped and sloshed all over my veiny fat dong.
"You're very good at this." I rasped in admiration, and I began to tug Vickie's long, silky black hair with gusto.
"I've had enough practice!" Vickie offered while slapping my hard-on against the bridge of her pixie nose. Precum spritzed an arc into her hairline. "Those frat boys really take advantage of a drunk coed!"
Sensing I wouldn't last much longer, Vickie jumped to her feet. My temporary dismay was erased by her next comment.
"How would you like to cum inside an 18 year old pussy, Wes?"
Vickie unbuttoned her shorts and quickly stepped out of them. Her lack of underwear caused the room to humidify with the scent of a sopping wet hairy corn-silk cunt that was backing up into my lap missile.
"Do I need a rubb-". I was cut off by an audible plop as my raging prick was sucked into a syrupy blast oven. Vickie grabbed her ankles and snapped her fat brown Laotian ass around my shaft.
"C'mon. Wes. Rinse my hairy pussy. Make your cum pour down my fucking legs."
"I'm--gonna do it!" I yelped, as I reached under her sweatshirt and grabbed her small yet fat tits.
