If you've ever been involved with an older man, then I know that you have experienced or can imagine what it is like to lie under him, wanting to feel him inside you. Suppose you're a Baby Girl who is fortunate enough to have a mature, knowledgeable Daddy. You'll be able to understand what I felt, why I felt that way and why I eventually gave in to my desires and found that despite everything that had passed between us, I had fallen in love with him.
This story references reluctant/non-consent sex, forced intercourse, an older man/younger woman relationship, intense emotional bonding, and dominant/submissive personalities. As always, please try to suspend your disbelief and enjoy and feel.
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I had grown up the daughter of a well-to-do attorney. I never lacked for things or love. Not long after, I graduated high school and was in the midst of deciding which college I wanted to attend (I had been accepted to three!) Daddy's law firm went through an unannounced audit, and to everyone's surprise, soon afterward, Daddy was let go. I never knew why he had left the firm (though I had my suspicions). He nor Mom would ever talk about it. The firm did not want its clients or shareholders, to know anything about the audit details. Despite everything that happened, to keep it as quiet as possible Daddy left with a decent severance package.
My parents thought this was a perfect time to reevaluate their situation and to start a new phase of their lives. And so, Mom, Dad, and I set about house hunting, and in a short time, we found the perfect place for us. Sure it was much smaller than our old house, with no pool, no three-car garage, no guest house, but it was a comfortable, lovely house in a good neighborhood, with friendly neighbors.
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One of those neighbors was Simon Laneaux.
In all honesty, Mr. Laneaux, Simon creeped me out from the beginning. I could sense him stealing glances at me as we helped the movers unload the moving van, but at the time, I didn't pay much attention to him until he came over and offered his help.
To my mind, Simon was an old man, and I certainly did not find him physically attractive or sexually desirable. But still, I must admit that there was something like an electric sizzle between us from the first time we met. I didn't understand what it was, and so, I suppose, I just ignored it. But he felt it too and was not about to ignore it. His age and experience told him I was an opportunity not to be missed or overlooked.
Simon was about the same age as my Grandfather would have been (he had passed away two years earlier). He obviously took care of himself, nice looking in an average way, tall, athletic body, though just beginning to develop a bit of paunchiness, with obvious evidence of greying about his temples. I met Simon not long after my nineteenth birthday; we had just moved into our new house and lived directly behind Simon and his wife, Janet. It was a friendly neighborhood where the rear of the houses faced each other and were divided by a narrow alley between the houses that provided access to our garages. After several weeks, it seemed as if my parents were connecting with Simon. As far as I was concerned, he reminded me of my Grandfather, someone who had always been very special to me, emotionally open and receptive to my needs and feelings. Simon and Janet, my Mom and Dad, quickly became not only neighbors but close, good friends.
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From the beginning, Simon seemed always to be there offering a helping hand, especially when I was alone and no one else was home. From the way the houses were situated, he could, from his back window or his yard, easily check my daily comings and goings which he did all of the time. Whenever Simon saw me pulling into the driveway with packages or grocery bags, he didn't hesitate to come over and offer his help. He was so thoughtful, seemingly eager to help me with my bags of groceries or even doing handyman things around our house, something my Dad was inept at.
Of course, I always thanked him, and then one day, he said no thanks were necessary, that just a hug would be enough. We hugged, and to my surprise, I swear I felt his hard, hot erection pressing against my stomach. Though Simon's behavior had frightened me, I still managed to convince myself that it was just an innocent grandfatherly hug.
*****
I remember when whatever was developing between us became real and no longer a game of teasing an old man when one afternoon, he cornered me in the kitchen and began trying to feel me up. Standing way too close, he squeezed my ass cheeks and actually put his hand up my oversized t-shirt and pinched my nipples making them hard and erect.
"Stop... what are you doing? Please don't do that," I stammered, embarrassed and humiliated that this man assumed he could touch me like that. Momentarily startled, I did not push him away. When he pressed me against the table, he slipped his hand between my thighs and cupped my pussy, making me gasp.
"How old are you, girl?"
"Nineteen," I replied.
"Nineteen? You look a lot younger than any nineteen, he said with a glint in his eyes and a lick across his lips.
He leaned in closer and inhaled. "Hhmmm... your hair smells like flowers... fresh, young, new." He slowly ran his hand along my inner thigh but quickly pulled it away when he heard footsteps approaching from the hallway. Just as Daddy entered the kitchen, Simon turned away and casually walked to the other side of the kitchen, "There you go, Lacy... anytime you need help with whatever it is, just let me know," and followed my Dad outside.
I stood there alone in the kitchen shaking, my heart pounding and my eyes brimming with tears of fear and... and what? I was repulsed by what had happened that afternoon in the kitchen and began avoiding him whenever I could.
*****
When Simon came at me again the following weekend, I realized how much was at stake.
My family was at Simon's house for a BBQ, and the adults had been drinking and smoking most of the afternoon. My Dad and Mom, and Janet were gathered around the kitchen table playing cards, but Simon, obviously having had one drink too many, had left the game and now sauntered over to the chaise where I was stretched out with my eyes closed enjoying the sun. When I felt hands openly fondling my breasts, my eyes flew open, and I scrambled up. Standing there in front of him with my breast exposed, all I could do was stare in disbelief.
"You're a disgusting pervert," I said.
