Loading...“Don’t worry about it” the young blonde woman said as the older man rolled off her naked body muttering.
“Fuck it, I’m sorry Sammi.”
“Bob it doesn’t matter, please don’t beat yourself up. It’s only a fuck.”
They had been in bed for an hour or so. The fifty seven year old married man had made the twenty four year old single girl cum three times; once with his fingers as he undressed her standing behind her with his hands in her panties and twice with his mouth as he made awesome, well she though it was, oral love to her.
It was when he tried to fuck her, though, that things went wrong. His hard on vanished.
Sammi had been school friends with Jane, Bob’s daughter. She had spent lots of time at Mister and Missus Roberts house and Bob had held some naughty thoughts for her, but had never done anything about them. It had been years since they or Sammi and Jane, who now lived in New York, had seen each other.
Bob was a Regional Manager for a large leisure company that owned a number of health clubs, one of which Sammi attended. He was due for retirement in a few month’s time when they bumped into each other at the gym, had a chat, then a drink. Bob gave her a lift to the station a few times and then they had kissed in the car. Neither knew it then, but it was only a matter of time before they had sex. First in his car in Epping Forest and then at his home when his wife, Phillipa was in Portugal playing golf with ‘the girls’from the golf club .
That was the start. The beginning of an affair between a mature man and a young woman.
Sammi lived with her mum not too far from Bob’s house in suburban Essex. She also rented a small apartment in Bethnal green in the East End of London. She needed that for, unbeknown to her mum who was now separated from Sammi’s dad, she was a glamour photography model in her spare time and needed to store the masses of underwear and other stuff she needed when posing. That helped her pay her way through stage school, which her father could no longer finance due to having lost his fortune in the Spanish property crash. It was at the apartment that she and Bob most frequently had sex. It was also the flat where she had carried on a short fling with a guy of her age, Jack, who was part of a group that met at a pub and played darts on Sunday mornings and Wednesday evenings. It was after those times that for a few weeks they would go to her flat and he would fuck her several times during the evening or afternoon. Meeting Bob and starting the affair with him had been bad news for Jack, for Sammi wasn’t able to cope with both. She couldn’t handle being fucked three or four times on a Wednesday and most Sundays by Jack and having long, often three hour sessions with Bob who would only cum once, but would give her countless full and mini orgasms.
“Let me help” Sammi said kissing Bob on the lips and taking hold of his hand. She placed that on her fairly small, but beautifully shaped and pert B cup breast. He squeezed it, both gratefully and lovingly, but felt bad about losing his erection.
Lying on her side with Bob on his back she ran her fingertips down his fairly hairy chest, past his waist, over the slight bulge of his middle age spread stomach and into the untidy curls of his pubic hairs.
Although she was a little disappointed that Bob had lost his erection, Sammi, being a very ‘glass half full’ girl, looked forward to the challenge of getting him hard again, although never having been with an older guy before it was uncharted territory to her.
It had happened to Bob a few times with his wife, but he’d put that down to familiarity, her being overweight and too much drink. Worryingly, a few months ago just before he met Sammi it had happened at a massage parlour and that had worried him, although he realised it was the sort of thing that happens at his age. He had made a mental note to get some Viagra or Ciallis, but couldn’t face seeing his doctor, who was almost a family friend and explaining that he couldn’t get it up. Up until now, nothing like it had happened with Sammi and he had been able to get erections almost on demand and to keep them for ages. He had even cum twice one afternoon so the idea of taking something for his erectile malpractice had slipped from his mind. It came back though when she muttered.
“Why don’t you get some Viagra or something?”
“I couldn’t do that.”
“Why not? Loads of blokes do” she went on lifting his limp cock with one hand and stroking that and his balls with the other.
“How do you know that?”
“They tell me and I have seen them take them.”
“What young guys?”
“Yes, lots take it.”
“You’re putting me on.”
“No I’m not. I swear on this” she smiled squeezing his dick. “Most of the cityboys do, it helps them when they have shoved coke up their nose all day and drunk vodka and champagne all evening, they need some help then.”
“Well I’ll be buggered I never knew that” Bob replied feeling some mild stirring in his balls and cock and feeling much better about possibly taking the pill. “Maybe I’ll get some, you reckon it would help?”
“I’m sure that it would, it does for the druggies, but this should work just as well at getting it up” Sami smiled bending forward, her blonde hair tumbling onto Bob’s stomach. She lifted his slightly hardening cock and licked its nearly soft length. “Not sure whether this works as well at staying hard though” she smiled taking it into her mouth.
“Jesus Sam” Bob groaned as his fingers slid into his young mistress’ golden blonde hair.
Sammi was not that experienced at giving oral sex. It wasn’t that she was averse to it and, in fact quite enjoyed providing such pleasure to a lover. It was just that with the young guys she generally went with there never seemed to be much time for that. They were usually in a hurry and were far more interested in sucking and fucking her. Not that she lost much sleep over that!
Until recently Bob also had little experience of oral sex for his wife Philipa frowned upon such ‘diversions!’
Sammi let her natural female instincts take over sucking, licking, kissing and stroking Bob’s cock and balls. Slowly, but very, very surely she could feel it hardening in her mouth; that was a great sensation.
“Oh yes, yes Sam, that’s fantastic” Bob moaned gripping her hair more tightly as she sucked his cock and scratched that little patch between his balls and arsehole. He reached out for her again; he had to feel and touch her. Sammi realised that and altered her position so he could get his hand between her legs, which she opened for him. He felt her warm wetness and slid his fingers along her soaked, slimy slit, revelling in the feelings on his fingers and sending shudders of sexual delight through the young woman.
At last he was hard. Sammi took him out of her mouth and smiling at him said huskily. “Come on old man, you can fuck me now.”
And that was exactly what he did; long, tenderly, creatively and in a maturely expert way so that their orgasms coincided perfectly
*
They didn’t see each other that often and there was no commitment from either about not having sex with others. No, what they had was a sex with no strings relationship and that seemed to work for each of them. In effect they were what the Americans term ‘fuckbuddies.’
It worked on one level for Bob for it provided him with another source of sex. He had very infrequent sex, not even once a month, with his wife Philipa. She seemed to have pretty much gone off it, well at least with him Bob often thought. He sometimes wondered if there was more to the ‘girls at the golf club’ than she let on to. He also visited a massage parlour where he had a preferred masseuse Sofi. He went there on average once a week and revelled in: being massaged by her, massaging the Latvian blonde, playing with her nice big tits and finishing off usually with a blow job. She let him kiss her and for the short time he was there, she was just like a lover, not a hooker.
Sammi also gave something else to Bob, self-esteem. He felt amazingly proud of himself to have pulled the young bird. He knew that he was a bit of an old fart and sometimes couldn’t work out why she was him, but he never took her for granted. She was a stunningly attractive, blue eyed blonde. Great legs, an even greater arse and small B cup, but wonderfully shaped youthfully firmt breasts; she was a real head turner. Add onto that her habit of rarely wearing a bra, her strong sex drive and her very open views on sex, and on sexuality come to that and she really was a fantastic and highly desirable package.
At another level it didn’t work as fuckbuddies. The more often he saw her, the more strongly he felt for her and he hoped against hope that he wasn’t falling in love with her, although he suspected that he might be.
Sammi’s situation was quite different. She had always been attracted to older guys, but usually about ten years her senior, although at uni she’d had a fling with a lecturer twenty years older than her. That said, the idea of her having an affair with a guy over thirty years her senior who was old enough to be her grandfather would have been unthinkable if anyone had suggested it. Now though, having had a fair amount of sex with him, the idea was not at all unthinkable and to her was perfectly reasonable. Ok there were major differences in their likes and dislikes with stuff like music, books, politics and movies and going on dates was difficult, if they got to that stage. But when they were alone and sex was the only agenda item, age became irrelevant. In fact, Sammi often thought that if she was able to cover his face, where his balding hair and wrinkles gave his age away, she wouldn’t know from his body that he was so much older than her. It was with his sexual performance that Sammi was enamoured. True, he couldn’t fuck her several times in an evening; true, once he had fucked her or she’d made him a cum a ‘second coming’ was a rare event and true he couldn’t keep an erection for the hours on end that some of her young lovers could. But he made love to her in a caring, sensitive, thoughtful, languid, experienced and mature way. He made her and her body the complete centre of attention. Her needs were paramount, her desires supreme. He hardly seemed to need to cum, and at times Sammi felt he had gone home after they had made love for ages without cumming. Ejaculation almost seemed irrelevant to him. Being treated like this was totally alien to her. She was used to sex sessions where she was fucked several times and where the guy remained as good as hard for hours on end. It took her some time to adjust.
She knew that she wasn’t falling in love with Bob, but she had no idea how she would get him out of her system when and if they parted.
*
Philipa was a strikingly handsome woman. She was not beautiful or dazzling, but she was memorable, a bit like Glen Close or Meryl Streep although bigger. She had mousy coloured hair that some thirty years ago she had dyed champagne blonde and it had been that way ever since. Her stunningly blue, rather narrow eyes and thin, oversized, Aquiline nose, prevented her being a beauty, although her full, voluptuous lips tried hard to counter that. She was quite big. Not gross or obese, but certainly overweight. Slightly above average height she weighed just over one sixty pounds. She had great legs, a big rotund arse and tits that some drooled over and others felt were rather saggy, which they were.
Some years ago now she had lost interest in sex with her husband. She wasn’t sure why, because she still loved him, but now it was with the love of a sister, not a lover. She didn’t yearn for other men and an affair had no attraction to her. She was, however, concerned at her feelings, particularly as she now found women’s company preferable to men’s. She had always been quite staid with both her attitudes and morals and the idea that she might be lesbian, although it had crossed her mind, had always been unthinkable. Until recently that was. She hadn’t, of course done anything about it, but, more and more she felt she was being tempted. Furthermore she had a suspicion, fuelled by both gossip and observed behaviours, that a few of ‘her golf club girls’ may well have taken things a little further in that direction.
She had always had a low sex drive so satisfying that was easy. In her earlier years she had masturbated about every couple of weeks, but since marrying Bob she had stopped. It somehow seemed ‘unfaithful’ to her to have sex with herself, although on the rare occasions over the years when she had been really relaxed and he persuaded her to do it while he held and watched her it had been amazing. That sort of thing no longer happened though. On the roughly monthly basis when they did have sex it was all pretty straightforward and that was exactly how she wanted it.
She did at times wonder how Bob coped and occasionally speculated that he might have a mistress, but she had seen no evidence. She also thought that he might visit a prostitute, but felt overall if that kept him away from her it was probably a good thing. At times though, something, and she was unable usually to work out what it was, she wanted sex. And at those times she would get into bed naked.
“Oh fuck, no” Bob groaned to himself when he pulled the duvet back and saw that his wife was naked.
“Why don’t you take those off?” She said pointedly looking at his pyjama trousers.
Bob did as she asked. It was pointless not to, although the idea of making love to her after his recent sessions with the gorgeously big-boobed Sofi and the simply gorgeous Sammi was almost laughable. It was something that had to be done though.
Naked he got in to bed, took his wife in his arms and kissed her. She just about opened her mouth, although she hated being deep tongued. She pressed her boobs against her husband’s chest and squirmed a little bit, quite enjoying the sensation of his hairy chest on her small, dark nipples.
Bob didn’t feel at all aroused and the recent experience with Sammi came to mind. That made it worse and as Philipa ground her overweight body against his slim, trim and muscular form his mind was in overdrive worrying that he would have to admit defeat again. Moving his chest away a little and keeping his eyes tightly closed he cupped then squeezed his wife’s big, soft tits. Philipa liked that and it felt god. She gave a low moan of appreciation. Desperately trying to imagine that it was Sofi’s boob he was caressing Bob at last felt a slight tingling in his balls. In his mind he was saying. ‘Sammi I so want to fuck you.’ ‘Sofi you have fabulous tits.’ ‘Let me fuck both of you’ as he imagined he was about to have a threesome with his two lovers. It worked. He got hard.
Philipa felt her husband begin to get hard. That made her feel good. ‘The old girl’s still got it’ she thought so badly mistakenly to herself as she rolled onto her back.
In the dim light, Bob saw her udder-like tits flop to either side of her body. ‘Shit I could almost get my body between the two fucking melons’ he thought as he rolled on top of his wife. She opened her legs a little bit to give him the space between her sturdy thighs. He pressed the bulbous end of his cock against her lips.
“Mmmmmm” she murmured as his cock stimulated her clit.
Bob’s mind was full of images of Sammi and Sofi, their gorgeous bodies entwined, their tits pressed together and their mouths clamped. It was only those images that enabled him to shove his cock right up his wife’s cunt and fuck her. It didn’t take long.
*
Sammi hadn’t seen Bob for almost three weeks. It was the longest time they hadn’t had sex between them since they had started. There was no one reason for it, just both of them being busy, Bob having to go to Frankfurt on business and Sammi attending a three day acting workshop at a conference centre in Oxfordshire.
“I hoped you would be here” the long haired, slim built, ruggedly handsome twenty five year old student actor said to Sammi in the bar on the first night they were there. They had chatted quite a lot during the breaks in the workshop and after an early dinner they were in a quiet corner of the bar.
Although they attended different stage schools and he was training to be an actor and Sammi a producer and writer, they met a few times a year at workshops and events like this. They’d had a fling a couple of years ago, but with Gil living in Manchester and attending a school there, it had fizzled out.
“And why pray sir, is that?” Sammi joked back.
“Well madam” Gil replied picking up on the banter. “I was hoping you would realise that.”
“How sir, could that be?”
“By casting your mind back to other times,” Gil replied running his eyes quite obviously up and down Sammi.
She was wearing a blue and white hooped, long sleeved tee shirt that had a scooped, but not particularly low, front and long, flared sleeves. Her denim, micro-skirt, was ridiculously yet hugely erotically short. Its ragged hem just covered the cheeks of her bum and she was wearing dark blue leggings. Over the tee shirt she had a denim waistcoat with all the buttons undone. She had pleated her hair into a pigtail that flicked from shoulder to shoulder and from her chest to her back. She felt good and by the leers and ogles she got from the guys and the envious stares from the girls, she must have looked bloody good too.
“And what sir, were those times?”
Slightly hidden in a corner of the bar, Gil leaned forward and gripped her leg, just above her knee. “I doubt you really need me to remind you do you Sammi?” He said quietly squeezing her leg.
“Maybe no, but they are all in the past, now.”
“Sam” Gil said as he felt his cock starting to harden. “They don’t have to be do they?”
“What?”
“In the past” he said thickly as he slid his hand slightly further up her leg.
It was only just after seven, but the wine she had drunk at dinner had gone straight to her head and she felt slightly tipsy. Gil didn’t drink.
The first time he fucked in her bedroom they didn’t undress. After kissing her as they stood just inside the room, he had got his hand up her tee shirt and confirmed her lack of bra, which excited both of them. Gil fiddled her skirt up, her leggings and thong down and bending her forward onto the dressing table, he shagged her from behind.
“You really are a sod aren’t you?” Sammi said after he had finished.
“Yes but not so much that I forgot this” he smiled back holding up a well filled condom.
“Ok thanks” Sammi smiled as she pulled her thong and tights back in place.
“Why are you doing that?”
“What?”
“Pulling your tights and panties up.”
That made Sammi feel a bit silly. ‘Why am I?’ She asked herself realising that with Bob she had got used to one single shag in a session.
“Come on luv, get yer kit off” Gil said adopting a cockney accent as he stood up and pulled his scruffy tee shirt over his head.
He was quite scrawny Sammi noted looking at his almost hairless chest. His ribs suck out making him look rather emaciated ‘An undernourished actor’ Sammi thought pleased that she was not planning to go that route with her career. As she pulled her tee shirt over her head and bared her breasts to him Gil muttered.
“Mmmmm even better than I remember” as totally unselfconsciously he shucked his jeans down. He wasn’t wearing underpants so his thick, long dick was on view to Sammi. To her surprise it was still semi-erect and that made her remember that he sometimes didn’t lose his erection after he had cum. That made her shiver a little for she realised that she was probably going to be fucked several times this evening. And that was precisely Gil’s intention.
They lay on the bed naked. He stroked her body and pressed his rapidly hardening cock into the softness of her superbly flat stomach. They kissed, energetically and deeply, with their tongues plundering the others mouth. He squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples, before pushing his bare, now fully erect cock between her legs so that the top of it pressed against her slit, the base against her clit. He wasn’t in her, but in a way he was fucking her and Sammi responded to that by grinding her cunt and clit against his cock. It really was a nicely subtle way of making love and Sammi wondered if Gil had developed more sophistication since they had last had sex.
“Fucking ‘ell Sam, I can’t stand this” he suddenly groaned answering her unasked question as he pulled away and fiddled another rubber onto his totally swollen cock. He fucked her quick, hard and basically. But it worked for both of them.
They got up and went down to the bar around eight and had a few drinks with the others. None of them stayed up late, though, but then quite a few had probably paired off as Gil and Sami had.
They fucked lying on their sides facing each other before they went to sleep. They woke up too late the next morning to have sex, because they had woken up in the night and he had taken her spoon fashion.
*
“God I have missed you” Bob said reaching across the restaurant table and holding her hand.
He had flown back from Frankfurt that afternoon managing to get away a whole day earlier than he had told Philipa he would be home. That meant that not only could he and Sammi spend the night together, but that also they could go out. It was their first date really, other than a couple of drinks in East End pubs on the way to her flat in Bethnal Green.
Bob had booked a hotel in Bloomsbury and they had wandered down into Southampton Row and into one of the many Italian joints set up for the tourists. He would have preferred a nicer restaurant perhaps in Covent Garden or the newly trendy Shoreditch, but was worried about seeing someone they knew.
He had got to the hotel first, showered and slipped into a pair of sand coloured chinos, a dark blue, button down, heavy cotton shirt and Gucci loafers without socks. Sammi arrived as agreed at five. She was wearing a black, lacy top almost like a petticoat with very thin spaghetti straps one of which kept falling over her shoulder and pulling the bra bit of the top down her boob so she almost, but not quite, flashed her nipple. She was also wearing, cropped to just beneath her knees blue jeans that were so tight that they emphasised her pubic mound and suggested that she was either, wearing a very thin thong or she’d gone commando. Bob found the way that she slid the strap back into position and her whole get up very sexy and wondered how many others had thought that today. He was, he realised, becoming jealous, but she looked absolutely fabulous.
He took her into his arms and they kissed and cuddled gently and tenderly for some time as he ran his hands over her smooth, freckled shoulders and back. Her skin was like silk. He began to get hard and that continued when he slid both of the thin straps off her shoulders and eased the top down, bunching it round her waist and away from her tits . He caressed them, then cupped them, then pressed them together, then pinched her nipples and then pulled on them. As Sammi groaned her pleasure, Bob cupped the delightfully rounded symmetry of her arse cheeks and sighed. “You are so fucking sexy I could eat you.”
“Mmmm sounds wonderful,” Sammi sighed back.
He rubbed and squeezed them as she slowly ground her tummy and pubic mound against his full erection that was rearing up both their stomachs. As they continued at this languid pace, Sammi couldn’t help comparing Bob’s approach to those of the ‘young bucks’ she had been with, particularly Gil’s and Jack’s. Although she was kissing Bob and he had sucked her bottom lip into his mouth she nearly smiled when she thought ‘Gil or Jack would have fucked me at least once by now.’ The other prominent thought that was going through her mind as she unbuttoned, removed his shirt and rubbed her naturally very erect nipples against his hairy chest was whether Bob would make full love to her before they went out to dinner. She knew that doing it twice in an evening could be difficult for him and wondered just what she was going to get and when?
Bob was feeling great. Sammi did that to him. Most times they had sex there was a time limit for he had to go home to Philipa. Tonight there was no limit. He had her for the entire evening and night and tomorrow morning if they so wanted. But he also had something else, another string to his bow, more powder to his musket, yes he had bought some Cialis and had taken one as prescribed an hour ago. Having read about it he was aware, unlike many, that the drug didn’t give you an erection that came from passion and desire for the other person. What the drug did was help the man maintain his hard on. He just hoped it also meant he would be able to cum more than once, but then he rationalised. ‘If I don’t cum so what, I still get to fuck my love several times for the hard on will keep coming back.’
The rest of their clothes just seemed to fall off them and quickly they were wonderfully naked lying in the middle of the nice big bed. They stroked and caressed each other, they kissed, he sucked her nipples into his mouth as he slid his hand between her legs, and she licked his cock as she scratched her fingernails across his scrotum. And slowly, gradually, subtlety, purposefully, beautifully and inexorably they moved towards having sex.
“I want you Sam.”
“Yes Bob.”
“Now.”
“Yes now, right now, fuck me.”
“Oh god yes. “He grunted turning Sammi onto her back and rolling on top of her.
She was actually quite impressed that Bob didn’t seem to have the need to fuck her continuously in different ways. What was wrong with missionary she often thought, thinking about the sexual gymnastics that the young guys put her through.
They had discussed condoms and had agreed there was no need, so once he was on top of her and she had opened her legs he was soon pressing the bulbous end of his cock against her lips. As he slid up the young woman’s passage they both grunted for the sensations were strong. Sammi opened her legs wider as Bob started to thrust and surge in and out of her. She was a little surprised at how strenuously he was fucking her for usually he was very slow and languid. Tonight, though, he was like Gil pounding deep into her, holding himself rigid as deep in her as he could be then almost sliding it out. It was a near perfect fuck, Sammi was thinking as she pulled her knees up and wrapped her legs round his back.
Bob was a little surprised at his energetic approach, but smiling as he slammed himself hard into her cunt he thanked the Lord for Ciallis!
They were tuned into each other sufficiently now that Sammi easily found Bob’s rhythm and she pushed back and drew in with each of his thrusts. That made it so much better for both of them and they revelled in the beauty and wonder of their sexplay. Bob got his arms right under Sammi’s slim body and wrapped them across her back just above her waist. Sammi guessed what he was going to do and as Bob held himself rigid deeply buried inside her and she gripped his waist with her legs, he lifted her. Her bum came off the bed and the only part of her that remained on it was her shoulders and head. The depth of penetration seemed so much greater as Bob fucked his young lover downwards with her cunt at an angle of forty five degrees or so to the bed, her legs were wide open and her ankles wrapped round his back, but neither recognised what the other was saying for their words were incomprehensible as their orgasms crashed over them.
“Wow” Sammi sighed as she lay there, Bob’s sperm deep inside her with some dribbling onto her thighs as she came down from the torrid peak of her orgasm. “That really was something, I didn’t know you had it in you, you randy old bugger.”
“Ah well see, us old boys always full of surprises” Bob retorted.
They lay in each other’s arms as Bob eventually slid his softening, but not soft cock out and lay alongside her. His arm was round Sammi’s shoulders and he was feeling elated when he realised that he hadn’t completely lost his erection, something that hadn’t happened for years. They lay there for half an hour or occasionally stroking and kissing each other. It was all very tender, romantic and loving and miles away from the rushed sex of her young bucks, some of whom would be starting to fuck her again by now.
“Well madam” Bob said softly. “We have two choices.”
“Really” Sammi said sleepily. “Would they be doggy fashion or me on top next time?” She joked adding. “Assuming there will be a next time.”
“One track mind you’ve got young lady” Bob smiled stroking her tits and tweaking her still hard nipple.
“Nice track though isn’t” she replied sliding her hand down over Bob’s stomach into his pubes and then onto his cock. She was amazed for it was fairly hard.
Sitting up she looked down at it and realised it was nearly semi-hard.
“Hey what’s going on here?”
“Cialis” Bob said rather shyly.
“You dark, horny old horse” Sammi smiled kissing him on the lips.
“Now be quiet and get that filthy mind of yours on other things, ok?”
“Yes granddad, but you don’t mind if I hold it a while do you?”
Bob laughed. “Well just for a while, now back to the choices. We can stay in here, have room service and fuck our brains out all evening.”
“Mmmm sounds tempting.”
“Or” Bob went on running his fingertips across Sammi’s flat tummy and onto her landing strip of pubic hairs. “We can go out to dinner, come back here and then fuck our brains out.”
“Well I did bring a frock just in case” Sammi smiled.
*
They had both showered and as Sammi got ready Bob went to the bar for a drink.
She slid into her quite slinky dress. It was black with cornflower blue patterns all over it, a little like small flowers. Mid-thigh in length, with a low, tight front it had a thin strap that went round her neck. She wore her blonde, shoulder-length hair down and parted in the middle and slipped into a pair of mid height heeled, black strappy sandals that left her red painted toe nails bare.
‘Oh my god’ Bob said to himself when she walked into the bar. She looked fantastic. As she moved towards him her breasts jiggling a little her thighs pressing against the tight material he felt a combination of pride and embarrassment. Pride that she was his, that he had just fucked her and that she was going to spend the night with him, but embarrassment at the stares he got from the other customers. He knew what they must be thinking for he would have been thinking it himself. ‘Look at the dirty old man with the young bird.’
Walking into the bar Sami realised that it was really the first time they had been in public together. She also felt odd. Not just because of the age difference, but because of the stares she was receiving. She was getting the sort she often got from men. The stare that said ‘I’d love to fuck that.’ Now though she also got stares from the women and they were looks of revulsion saying ‘How can a young girl be with a man of his age?’
“Hello Uncle Bob” she said loudly pecking him on the cheek.
They didn’t bother with a drink, but went out into the warmth of the Bloomsbury evening.
“That was cheeky” he said holding her hand.
“Was it ok?”
“Yes.”
“Did you see them all staring?”
“Of course and look at people as they pass us by.”
He was right. Most people they passed on the busy Southampton Row cast them at least a second glance. But then seeing a twenty something stunning girl hand in hand with a near sixty year old man warranted a second glance.
“The barman said there was a great little Italian just along here somewhere, you ok with that?” Bob asked.
“Sure, I love Italians, little or not” Sammi smiled,
They found the restaurant, had a look in the window, glanced at the menu and agreed it was ok. Sammi walked into the doorway ahead of Bob, but stopped before opening the door. She took hold of Bob’s hand and said quietly.
“Before going in.”
As she said that she ran Bob’s hand down the side of her body from the neck of the tight dress to just beneath her hips. Bob realised that all his hand felt was the smooth material of the dress. There was nothing under it. Sammi was not only without her bra, but also she wasn’t wearing panties
“Jesus Sammi what you trying to do to me?” He asked as she pushed the door open and went in.
Following her swaying arse across the restaurant to their table he could now see that there were no ‘disturbances’ under the thin material. It was a highly horny view and his imagination was racing as he thought that the other customers might work that out.
Throughout the meal, they experienced the same looks and stares as they had in the bar and on the street. Whilst the food was fine and the restaurant was good neither of them enjoyed themselves as much as they had felt they would when they were arranging the date. Bob, though, couldn’t get the sight of her bum out of his mind or the fact that she was naked under the dress. That and the thought that the other diners might know, though gave him a hard on, which stayed with him throughout the meal.
In the bedroom age didn’t seem to matter. Alright it created a different sort of sexual arena and atmosphere. It called for a different approach and different attitude. It meant that the quality of the sex held far greater prominence than the quantity, but once Sammi, particularly, had tuned into that it became the norm. In a bar, on the street and now in a restaurant it did matter. Scorn, shame and disgust were everywhere. Old and young just don’t mix, well at least sexually, society says.
They had no experience of being together with others. They didn’t know what to do, how to react or how to handle the stares and signs of disapproval.
Bob felt awful. He had never imagined he would be ‘the old guy with a young bird.’ Sammi wasn’t quite so bad, but still felt the embarrassment of being ‘the young bird with the old guy.’ Bob felt other things too for sitting opposite a beautiful young woman in a thin tight dress and knowing that she was naked under it got to him. He suddenly realised that he’d had a full erection for getting on for half an hour. He quickly worked out that he had cum just over two hours ago and felt wonderful for he believed he could cum again now; he could certainly fuck Sammi for he was sure that he would hold the erection. Settling the bill with cash and not a credit card, just in case of prying eyes Bob thought to himself, as Sammi stood up. ‘Thank the lord for Cialis.’
It was now dark, but still warm. They strolled along Southampton Row arm in arm, both thinking of the looks and stares they had been getting all evening, but now finding them slightly easier to cope with. However, it was starting to hit home to them that there were considerable problems with an affair with such an age difference as Bob said.
“What is it that gets to them so much?” Bob asked as they turned into a quiet side street.
Sammi smiled. “With the men envy, do you think?”
“Probably” Bob replied letting his hand slip down onto Sammi’s bum. God it felt so good. The combination of the silk material, the round soft yet firm, perfect symmetry of her cheek and the clear absence of any panties really was sensational. “But I find it hard to take, don’t you?” He asked squeezing her bum.
“Mmmm yes I do too” the blonde replied letting her head rest on Bob’s chest as they walked. “And mmmm that’s nice” she continued slightly wiggling her bum.
Bob looked around and saw they were alone in the street. He was fairly familiar with the area and recalled that this road led down to a square that had gardens in the middle. He wondered if they would be open for the idea of having sex out of doors had always been a big turn on for him. Not that he had done it since he was a kid; it just wasn’t Philipa’s cup of tea!
As they walked slowly towards the square so he inched his fingers further down her skirt until they were on the hem, the tips just touching her bare leg. Gently and slowly he pulled on it, but then stopped. Sammi’s heart started to pound. She realised what he wanted to do. ‘He wants to put his hand up my skirt in the road’ she acknowledged as a surge of excitement went through her. Wondering whether that was a subconscious reason as to why she had decided to go commando she realised that Bob, ever the gentleman, had pulled on her skirt as a suggestion. He was asking a question, requesting an invite and putting the ball firmly in her court. As nearly all of their sex had been in her flat or his house they hadn’t had much opportunity to explore the topic of having sex outdoors or in places where the was the danger of being caught. They had never discussed being exhibitionists or voyeurs so they had no inkling of the other’s feelings on such topics.
Sammi was in a quandary. The thought of walking along a street with her arse uncovered and Bob’s hand on her bareness was both scary and exciting. She was in a dilemma, she wanted to do that, but was worried. She could easily pull the skirt down and tell him to behave. Just as easily she could pull it up herself. She chose the half-way-house and did nothing putting the ball right back in Bob’s court. His heart was pounding when he realised she hadn’t said no, but he was so nervous for she also hadn’t said yes. He desperately didn’t want to do the wrong thing. He edged his fingers just under the hem. No reaction. He pulled it up a tad. Still nothing. Sammi didn’t know what to do. She didn’t look round to check whether anyone could see for she knew that Bob would have done that; she had total confidence in him. She kept walking slowly, her head resting on his chest as she let her hand dangle down and touch him just beneath the waist. She was thrilled and amazed for he had a full erection. She couldn’t stop herself from circling it with her fingers.
“Mmmm you are a randy old sod aren’t you” she murmured as she felt the hem of her skirt slide up the cheek of her bum and bob’s hand rest on her naked flesh. It was a highly erotic and sexually charged scene as they walked the few more paces to the square. Bob tried the gate to the tree and shrub filled, small park.
“Sod it, it’s locked.”
“Well I’m not climbing over” Sammi said smiling and adding. “I would flash me bum if I tried wouldn’t I?”
Bob also smiled and gave her cheek a loving stroke. They kissed. In each other’s arms, Sammi with her dress bunched round her upper thighs and Bob eagerly grinding his full erection into her stomach, they revelled in the open air display of sex, but regretted they could take it no further. It was too dangerous to do anything where they were, wasn’t it, they were both thinking as Bob pushed her back against the wrought iron railings? Sammi looked over his shoulder. She had an uninterrupted view down the dimly lit road. They would see anyone and hear any car approaching she realised. And in any case cuddled up together against the fence with the branches of the trees and shrubs poking through, they were partially hidden.
“Just a sec” she whispered pushing Bob off.
‘I went too far, too soon’ was his immediate thought. That thinking quickly changed when he realised that she was her reaching for his zip. Undoing it and reaching inside she pulled his cock out.
“Don’t want to waste this do we?” She smiled stroking his wonderfully hard and ready cock.
“You dirty little wonderful slut” he smiled back thrusting his cock in her hand.
“And don’t worry granddad I can get dirtier and even more of a slut” she said taking her hand away from his erection.
Sammi hadn’t really thought through exactly what she was going to do or why, but without further ado she reached down. Taking the hem of her dress in her hands and with her eyes firmly glued to Bob’s she slowly and teasingly eased the dress up her body until it was bunched around her body above her breasts. She was effectively naked in a London street.
“So cowboy,” she smiled. “How do you like your dirty little slut now?”
“Jesus Christ Sammi” Bob groaned pulling her naked body against him, his cock pressing into the bare softness of her flat stomach.
“So do you want to fuck me like this?”
“Of course I do” Bob replied, both thrilled yet scared at what they were contemplating. “But can we, can we really?” He asked knowing full well that if he had her now that would almost certainly preclude him cumming again that night and he didn’t want that. After all the chances of being with her for the full night were few and far between. “But there are limits luv.”
“What do you mean?” She asked as she felt his body tighten up.
“You know, I’m not one of your young bucks and I want us to make fantastic love later in bed.” She got what he meant. Momentarily regretting her choice of a mature man as her fuckbuddy she went to put her dress down. She knew that Gil and other young guys she’d had would have fucked her there as she desperately wanted to be fucked and later in bed and all night if she wanted. But the prospect of Bob’s long, languid lovemaking also had its appeal. As she was thinking like that Bob grabbed her hand and stopped her covering her body. He said. “But there are other ways” as his fingers found her clit and rubbed her there.
It did the trick. Sammi grunted with the sensations and then arched her back as his teeth bit into her nipple. Bob had this habit of stimulating two or three erogenous places at once. By so doing it more than doubled or trebled the sensations for her. Sexual synergy he called it. Generally when doing that he would be extremely gentle on one spot and rather aggressive on the other; hence, his soft rubbing of her clit and his firm chewing of her nipples. Hearing her sharp intake of breath and deep, low moan and the tensing of her body, made Bob smile as he thought. ‘It always works.’
Still pulling on her nipple with his teeth biting into it, he used the fingers on one hand to work her clit and pussy while he fiddled those on his other hand between the cheeks of her gorgeous arse.
In their lovemaking so far there had been increasing anal action by both of them. Deep down each knew that full penis penetration sex was inevitable; it was just when not if.
It didn’t take long for her to cum. She was quiet, but very active as she ground both her cunt and arsehole against her lover’s enquiring and pleasure giving fingers.
“We must be bloody mad” Bob said as they continued their walk back to the hotel. Although Sam’s bum was covered on this part of the route his hand continually cupped, stroked and squeezed its delicious roundness.
“Yes, but it was amazing wasn’t it?” Sammi replied, meaning every word.
“The more I see of you the more amazing things become.”
“Well I have never done anything like that before, have you?”
“No, it’s hardly Philipa’s thing flashing her fat body in the open air is it?”
“No I suppose not, and I guess she’s not too adventurous is she?”
“Well put it like this licking my balls is the height of being adventurous to her.”
“If neither of us have done much like that before how did it happen?”
“Who knows? When there is a sexual chemistry between a couple different things can happen, in fact anything can.”
“Really, I wonder what anything might be?”
“Maybe we’ll find out” Bob said squeezing her bum.
“Would you like to go all the way in the open air?” She asked sounding almost innocent with her enquiry.
“Of course I would, tonight was fantastic.”
“It turns you on as it does me to think we might be caught”
“What like the Forest Rangers caught us?”
“Yes they both smiled as they recalled the time they were about to make love on the back seat of his car in Epping Forest when two Rangers shone their torch into the car. Sammi was naked apart from her panties.
“Yes that was ridiculous wasn’t it? Did you enjoy it very much?” Sammi suddenly asked just as the hotel came into sight.
“What the Rangers or this?”
“Both, but tonight mainly.”
“Yes the idea of you walking along with your bum uncovered started it, that gave me another hard on and when you let me roll your skirt up. Well.”
“That Cialis seems to work then.”
“It has so far, for I’ve been hard on and off ever since we got to the restaurant.”
“What caused that?”
“You have no need to ask that” Bob replied running his hand up and down Sammi’s side just as she had outside the restaurant.
“Oh that” Sammi laughed back running her fingertips across his cock.
“Yes that and this” he replied rubbing her side where her panties would have been. “What made you do that?”
“I just do sometimes even going to college.”
“Why?”
“It turns me on.”
“And you like that even when you’re alone?”
“Of course, but I was wondering whether I did it tonight with what we did as a sort of premonition.”
“That’s interesting” Bob said as the strolled into the hotel. “Bar or bed?”
“God you give a girl such a choice don’t you?”
“That’s me, big spender.”
“Actually Bob, I don’t like all the stares so let’s skip the bar.”
“Great. Skip the bar and go to bed.”
“Right” Sammi said slipping her arm through his as they walked to the elevator. Two couples were standing there and both looked at them with disapproving stares. Sammi stared back at them before lifting her face up and in a defiant gesture kissed Bob on the cheek. “Come on let’s walk up” she said and then putting her lips close to his ear whispered just loud enough for the two couples to hear. “And then you can fuck me all night.”
And with his Ciallis fuelled cock, Bob did just that. He fucked Sammi three more times giving her too many orgasms to count. As eventually he came with her straddling him, he thought ‘thank goodness for Ciallis’ and she thought ‘it’s the best of both worlds, quality and quantity.