Its been a while but another fantasy for you all.
Bloody slut! I watched Janice leave with another random conquest. It had been a disappointing night that had finished before it had even started.
The local village train station was on a line with the city centre and airport. As a result, the local hotel was usually full as was the attached bar as they both offered a cheap alternative to city centre prices. We had stopped off for a drink on the way into town and the bitch had already pulled, leaving me alone. She had been the one to force me to come out tonight as well.
I downed the rest of my wine and was about to call it a night when I thought I recognised someone. I leaned forward as far as I could, on my barstool, trying to get a better look at the old guy sitting alone in the corner. It was him, many pounds heavier and less hair, but it was definitely him. I had given up hope of ever seeing him again as it had been so long.
He looked up from his pint and noticed me staring at him. I gave a big smile before turning back to my empty wine glass. I desperately wanted to speak to him but after all this time what would I say? I wondered if he would recognise me. I doubted it. It had been 7 years and I was no longer skinny awkward 12 year old Jessie. My teenage years had brought the usual changes and I had developed a trim 32-22-34 figure. As many people had told me, I did resemble my mum and unfortunately he would definitely remember her.
My mum was a bitch. I know its not nice but there is no other way of describing her. She was never there for me. The only good thing she ever did for me was bring Harry home. He had stayed longer than most of her blokes. He must have had the patience of a saint to put up with her for nearly 4 years. I don't know why as my mum treated him like shit. It was certainly a lot longer than my own father had stayed. I couldn't even remember him. Harry was always good to me though. Don't get me wrong, it was nothing creepy just what a parent should be like. We had family days out, he attended school events, remembered my birthday. More than my mum ever did that was for sure. I thought he was so handsome and so funny when I was young. He was very strict but at least he cared enough to be. My mum wouldn't have noticed if I never came home. Eventually though he caught my mum cheating and that was it. He left and I lost the only man I had ever respected because of that bitch. Harry though remained the yardstick that I measured my boyfriends against. All of whom to date had failed miserably
"Can I buy you a drink," came a deep familiar voice from behind me.
I turned in surprise, woken from my reminiscing. I was too surprised at seeing him for his question to fully register and I just sat their with a big smile on my lips.
"Harry," he said breaking the silence. He sat beside me and signalled the barman.
"Jessica," I replied a little disappointed that he obviously didn't recognise me.
"A beer and another for the lady," he told the barman.
He glanced down taking in my short dress which was exposing plenty of cleavage. I was dressed for a night out in town that thanks to Janice that was not going to happen. I was therefore a bit overdressed (or underdressed depending on how you looked at it) for a local pub.
He took a large drink of his beer.
He looked nervous as he leaned in to me and whispered, "so how much love."
A confused expression appeared on my face.
"A prostitute," I replied in disbelief. "You think I am a whore."I pulled my dress down my thighs, my face going bright red.
"Sorry," he replied looking embarrassed as he quickly got up.
Most guys would have got the contents of my wine glass over them for that remark. The outfit, heavy eye make up and three inch heels were out of place here and I was eager to talk to him so I grabbed his arm.
"Please don't go," I pleaded.
He settled himself back down looking a bit confused.
I needed to explain who I was and how I knew him. As I struggled to get the words out he cut me off.
"Sorry, not used to a beautiful woman half my age smiling at me without," he explained before quickly stopping himself saying anything more.
"You think I'm beautiful," I smiled. He thought I was beautiful not pretty but beautiful. That created a warm feeling in my chest and I decided to forgive him for the earlier insult.
"A stunner," he continued.
"Thank you," i replied. I was a sucker for a compliment.
"So do you like older men then?" he asked still trying to understand why a young girl was letting a 50 year old chat her up.
This was my chance to tell him. I was nervous incase he rejected me. My mum hurt him maybe he wouldn't want any reminders.
I looked down a little embarrassed and merely nodded. It wasn't a lie. I had always been attracted to older men, it just wasn't the whole truth.
"I'm very glad to hear that," he smiled as his hand moved onto my bare thigh next to my skirt. His hand was warm and a bit sweaty but felt comforting. I just smiled back at him.
We continued to make small talk. He was in town for a few days for some business conference. He lived down south, he was a regional manager now for his sales company. He was single; why had I asked that?
I hadn't realised how much I missed him. The smell of his old aftershave mixed with tobacco was comforting and brought back some happy memories. He could still tell a story, although they were a lot more risqué than the ones he used to tell me. I can't remember the last time I had laughed so much. I did keep waiting for him to recognise me though but he said nothing. His gaze did keep dropping to my cleavage. I was used to it from men but it was still a bit unsettling for it to come from Harry.
The bar was beginning to empty and we were getting looks from the bar staff. The wine was catching up with me and I excused myself to go to the toilet. I started at myself in the bathroom mirror.
"You are going back in there to tell him now," I told myself. I couldn't put it off any longer.
I took a deep breath and made my way back to the bar and a little unsteadily hopped onto the bar stool. This was it! I took a deep breath and opened my mouth to tell him.
Before I could, he leaned in and kissed my open mouth. I was stunned and not sure how to react.
"Should we be doing this?"
"Was it wrong?"
"We were not related but...."
"Would he do this if he knew who I was?"
"He must really think Im hot."
"He is the best man Ive ever known."
"He is way too old for me."
"Why wasn't Janice here so I could talk to someone about it!"
While my mind was going through all those questions his tongue was free to explore my mouth without any objections. My chest felt tighter and I could feel my heart pounding.
"Why don't you come back to my room for another drink," he asked his speech slightly slurred. I didn't know what to do. I did know that I couldn't tell him who I was, not after letting him kiss me.
I was still flustered from our kiss and could feel my cheeks burning. I was going to make an excuse to leave but the words were not coming out. He took my hand, it felt so small and secure in his. It was a long time since he had held my hand. I suddenly realised I was in the hotel being led up a corridor of doors. I stumbled a bit in my heels but he caught me round the waist and pulled me close. Even in my heels he towered over me and I felt safe in his arms. We stopped outside a door with a number 29 on it. He rummaged in his pockets before opening the door for me. I froze still not knowing what to do. His hand slipped down my waist to my bottom and he gave me a push into his room.
Housekeeping certainly hadn't been in today or the day before by the looks of it. There were quite a few empty bottle scattered round the room and a room service tray. I tuned as I heard the door close and the sound of a lock click into place. The room only had a bed, couple of night stands and a mirrored wardrobe running the length of the room. So there was only one place to sit. The reality of why he had brought me here sunk in even in my tipsy state. The bed sagged as he sat beside me.
He leant in to kiss me. We had already kissed so another kiss wouldn't hurt. His tongue hungrily explored my mouth as he leaned me back slightly. The kiss felt good and I felt a tightening in my chest as I realised I was kissing him back. His hand returned to my thigh where it had spent most of the evening. This time, however, his hand moved quickly up under my skirt. I tried to keep my legs together but his fingers soon found their prize as he rubbed my pussy through my knickers. His hand felt so good and instinctively I parted my thighs to give him better access to my body. I could feel my breathing quicken as his mouth moved to my ear and he huskily breathed, "Your wet."I felt a bit embarrassed but he was right. His kisses continued down my neck. I couldn't tell him who I was now that was for sure. His fingers pushed my knickers to the side and rubbed against my wet bald entrance. I gasped as his rough finger entered me.
"and tight," he said a hungry smile forming on his lips.
His mouth was moving down my cleavage. I hadn't even noticed him unzip the back of my dress until the front of my dress fell down exposing a black lacy bra. I felt upset and frustrated as his fingers left me. I breathed in his aftershave as he pulled me close so his arms can reach behind me to unhook my bra. A big smile crossed his face as the bra dropped from my breasts. His mouth moved quickly to my exposed nipple as his hand returned unopposed up my skirt and he quickly worked his fingers back inside me. He sucked hard on my breast and I let out a gasp as his teeth brushed against a nipple He took it for enjoyment and his fingering grew harder as his passion grew. I closed my eyes, my breathing getting short and my moans loader. Then he stopped again.
I looked at him angrily, I couldn't stand the frustration. He quickly stood up in front of me and grabbed my waist and quickly turned me round to my stomach. He easily manoeuvred my slim 5'4" frame. He lifted my waist so I was on my knees and I lifted myself onto my hands. I felt his hands reach under my skirt and he grabbed the sides of my knickers pulling my black thong down to just above my knees. He roughly grabbed my legs above my ankles pulling them further apart. As he did the elastic cut into the side of my legs. I felt the cold air on my bottom and pussy as he lifted my short skirt. I felt embarrassed as I knelt there on hands and knees like an animal. My most private parts were exposed and on offer to him. There was the sound of a zip and I felt the warm head of his cock rub up and down against my pussy. This was going to happen there was no stopping now.
My body still ached for release. If it was going to happen anyway so I may as well enjoy it. I tried to turn my head eager to see what his cock was like. Before I could I felt his hand grab a handful of my hair near my scalp. I let out a cry as he pulled back forcing me to arch my back and towards his cock. He pushed forward and I felt the head enter me. He continued forward in one forceful push and I let out another cry in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I hadn't seen his cock but it was big and I felt so full. He pulled back and then pushed deep into me again. My hands grabbed the sheet tightly as each thrust pushed my frame forward.
I turned my head to see our reflection in the mirror as I watched the large man use my young body. He would have fucked my mum like this I thought. It should be embarrassed or disgusted but it felt so good. I wondered how I compared to her. Would he like me better?
"You feel so good baby," he groaned. "Never had a pussy this tight."
It was like he was reading my thoughts and the praise was getting me more and more turned on.
"Fuck me daddy," I moaned not thinking what I was saying.
