So now I had her number, and a number of problems. I was 34, she was much younger. She was a super cool party girl girl, while I was a geek. She was a goddess, and I wasn’t a god. Becky was the kind of girl who could walk into a gym and choose the fittest guy in the room to fuck. I knew that, and although I wasn’t bad looking, I was no pro-athlete. But I also knew I needed her. I needed her body wrapped around mine, I needed to smell her, to explore her, I needed to caress those breasts and kiss those lips, and to get lost in those eyes as my warm cum shot from my dick across her perfect body. I felt some shame when I thought that though, thinking things like that about someone so young, so innocent.. Then I remembered that top. “Ha. Innocent?”
My dick… that was easily my best asset, it was big, eight inches long, and thick enough to fill any woman. I was good with it too. My style was to be gentle at first, using it in foreplay to tease the girl’s pussy with slight brushes of contact, slowly building the pressure until she was wet enough to take it all in. Then I’d enter, moving my shaft deeper, one small thrust at a time, and when the time was right, I’d use its size and power to pound the poor girl into ecstasy. But it had never helped me in seducing anyone. I couldn’t tell a girl about my cock in a first text… and not this girl, not an 18 year old. “Should I text at all?” I thought. “She’s so much younger than you… but then, she is an adult.” fuck. I can text, there’s nothing wrong with just a text.
I just said hi, and told her I thought her top, the really low cut one, looked amazing. She replied, said thanks, and asked what I’d been writing. I lied and told her it was an erotic story, she laughed at that. We texted and I was surprised, but got on well. I liked her, and she seemed to like me too. I soon convinced myself that fucking this beautiful young woman was never going to happen though, I just wasn’t that lucky, and became content to get to know her. Yet, despite trying to block those thoughts, she had a naughty side and could say something just before bedtime which would send me in to a frenzied masturbation. But I was 34 and a geek, she was 18 and a goddess.., I kept reminding myself that sex wasn’t going to happen.
“When are we going to meet up?” she asked one day. Shit.. I hadn’t really thought about that. She lived in a city a short train ride from me, a place I knew well and often went out with friends, so meeting up wasn’t a problem. But I’d mentally blocked the thought of fucking her, or even meeting her so much that the question threw me. My dick twitched like the first time I’d seen her though, so I had to suggest something, it would be rude not to. I knew she got drunk, more than me, but something in me stopped asking her for a drink. “how about that waffle place” I asked? “lol. You think I’m a kid don’t you :P” was the reply… shit. But then.. “yeah that sounds nice, I do like it there.”
Normally on first dates, I get pretty nervous, but this time I didn’t care. I knew there would be no sex, this wasn’t even a date, I said, so no drama, but that didn’t stop my heart racing when I saw her. We said hi, and I shook her hand, which she thought was hilarious, then went inside. As she took her jacket off, I took a small breath as my eyes glanced down to her chest, and stayed there, as I became entranced. She noticed and swayed her hips so they bounced a little. I knew she was taking the piss, so I laughed too. “No sex Pete” kept going through my head as we ate waffles. My dick twitched a number of times, but I kept it cool.
We finished up about ten, and I checked my phone for the trains home. “Do you live on your own?” she asked. “Yeah, I do… do you live with your parents?” “Yes. It kinda sucks… I can’t take anyone home.” She said that while locking me with her eyes… and again I felt their power. A number of thoughts flew through my brain all at once. She wasn’t being serious? She is far too young! You can’t do this, can you? She moved her hips again, subtly this time, but enough and my eyes flicked to her chest. I was compelled to say it… “I can.” “Good”, she replied with a smile. “let’s go then.”
What the fuck was going on?
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/7ch1po/meeting_becky_part_two_mf
Oh shit! Sounds fun!