The Older guy

In my late 20’s I travelled to the US for a bit of a working holiday after a bad breakup. I sold my exes ticket and traveled solo to the states. I stayed with friends and in back packer lodgings and met loads of other travellers. In Seattle I met a group heading to Anchorage for work and having no set plans myself, I thought why not?! Once there I gained some bar work and a cleaning gig on a part time basis and made more friends with both travellers and locals. My fellow cleaner, Pattie and I got along really well and I often went to theirs for meals and a sleep over. One night they had another friend over when I arrived, Malcolm. Malcolm was patties husbands boss and was around 60-65 I’d have guessed. He had a young vibe about him tho. He dressed nice, but it was more than that. It was his confidence, the way he held himself, the deepness and richness of his voice, his mannerisms and postures…..something. I felt my loins stir for the first time in months. I didn’t get it! Why him? I’d met some seriously cute guys from around the globe these last few months and hadn’t wanted any of them. But here i was, staring at a balding, smooth talking, elderly man and feeling my panties dampen. He barely glanced at me as he continued a conversation with Peter, Pattie’s husband,conly breaking off as patty herself approached, carrying two glasses and a bottle of white wine. Mal, this is Bec. Becs from Australia. Mal is Peter’s Manager at work and a dear friend of the family. Mal stretched out his hand and I stepped forward to take it. The stupid books now proved me wrong. The moment we touched i knew we were going to sleep together. The electricity felt real! I expected patty to notice and comment but she didn’t. I let go too fast in the heat of the moment and broke the connection. I automatically wanted to touch him again so I laughed and placed my hand on his forearm, resting it there as I apologized for ending the handshake so abruptly, but that I’d received a small shock. Must be a storm coming I imagine? I stuttered… Tripping over the words. Yes I believe there is alot if electricity about in the air this evening, stated Mal, smiling innocently, lovely to meet you Bec from down under. We chatted and flirted openly all night, feeling the sexual tension brewing. I was so wet by nights end it was ridiculous. Mal offered to drive me back to the motel, but Patty was quick to reassure Mal that I had a bed upstairs. I thanked him and maintained eye contact as I said maybe another time. Two days later Mal is outside my work when I finish. My heart skips and my stomach flipped over. He looked so handsome in his suit and coat, a proper hat on his head, perfectly fitted, standing so strong and assured. I waved as I approached, aware that I looked like I’d just finished a Friday shift. I was wondering if you’ve been to an ice hockey game since arriving in our fair country? Asked Mal in his resonous voice. My nephew is playing tonight and has given me sone tickets. If your interested, I’d love to be your first hockey game narrator? I laughed and agreed immediately. He offered to drop me back at the motel and said he’d pick me up at the same place in three hours. It was just after three pm. Climbing into his immaculate truck, with its heated seats and rumbling engine, felt a bit like climbing into trouble. As I buckled up, Mal watched me intently. He suddenly asked how old are you? ’24, why?’Just curious, he replied as he put the truck in gear and pulled away. The chatter on the drive was limited to his nephew and his progress thru the ice hockey ranks and the rigorous training he’d put in. I barely listened as I wondered if I’d be alone with this man tonight? Would he try to kiss me good night? Was this a date? Would I kiss him tonight? Do I want to do this at all? Why am I here if not?
Six pm came faster, but excruciatingly longer than I thought possibe. I heard the rumbling truck from the garden court i was waiting in, and met him as he parked.’ All ready?’, he called, helping my into the truck. ‘Sure am’ I replied as he swung my door closed. By the time we got to the ice rink, my pussy was already soaked. ‘We’re meeting some friends here too. They are more work colleagues than friends but still. I hope that’s OK?’ I was instantly disappointed, realizing I’d have to share him with others now and I may have even pouted a little. Aloud I mumbled my aquience and followed him into the crowd. We meet up with another couple of about forty or so and a guy around my age. We had a good night despite my ignorance if the game and I laughed a lot. We all crossed the street and went to a tavern to have a drink and wait for mals nephew to out in an appearance as promised. An hour or so later the player arrives and receives his praise and worship before him and the fellow my age start taking about night clubs. They both look at me and ask if I’d like to go too? As I decline the offer I see a look pass between the guys. I know the couple have been sus to what I’m doing with Mal, at one point the lady asked me my age even, but the younger guy didn’t seem fazed, almost like he didn’t notice. Now he was watching me intently. As I declined, the boys swapped a knowing look and smiled before turning away to look at the other couple. The male grinned but the lady looked disgusted. I didn’t give two shits. After that, everyone went their separate ways, the young ones clubbing the couple home to the kids and us, well we just drove. I’d enjoyed playing up to Mal in front of the couple. I knew she thought I was a slut and probably thought I was after his money or something, but I didn’t care. I could tell the husband was jealous af and I don’t think that helped his wife like me any more either. The younger guy showed no judgment until with his friend at the end of the night, then looking down on me. But again, I didn’t care. I had Mal alone. And he didn’t seem in any hurry to take me back either. He pointed out places of interest as we drove, and I duly noted them. After awhile we left the city and the outside became darkness,broken by other drivers, small clusters of houses or occasional farms. Mal took turns and seemed to know where to go. As he drove, I reached across and placed my hand on his trouser leg. He didn’t move but glanced at me. I rubbed his leg firmly, moving slightly higher, closer. ‘I’m seventy ya know” he stated. I was slightly shocked but, well, it didn’t change the attraction. I smiled and licked my lips. Suddenly we’re pulling up and Mals seatbelt is off before I have a chance to realize we’re stopped. His mouth searches out mine and his tongue probes my mouth. His hands are everywhere at once and I have no chance to feel him or register the sensation before he’s moved again. I gently push him away and tell him wait, as I catch my breath. ‘push your seat back’ I tell Mal as I try to find a comfortable position to be able to suck his dick. He’s only half hard when I pull him from his pants, but I enjoy feeling a cock come to life in my mouth, so I set to task immediately. I take just his head in my mouth and roll my tounge around it and across the tip. I feel like giving head is the ultimate powertrip for me, I love it and if I didn’t get so frustrated myself, I’d suck cock every day. I suck Mals dick in and feel it swelling like magic, suddenly it’s twice what he was. Suddenly I’m doubtful of taking that thing. Mal has really gotten into this now and is pushing at the back of my head to force me down on him again, while holding my throat to feel me swallow. He pushes me onto him and I gag as he hits my throat. He pulls me back and as soon as the clenching let’s go, he pushes me back down again, so I slowly take him further each time. I suprise myself and this makes me determined to go further again,resisting the gag reflex as i feel his cock in my throat again, swallowing against it. As I’m doing this my ass is in the air. I can feel my dripping pussy and I ache to have my clit touched. Using one hand I undo my jeans and mange to get my jeans to my knees, whilst still sucking on mals dick. Mal sees what I’m doing and helps get them down. His hand cups my ass and feels me up. He strokes my legs and back, working his hand to my bra that’s still intact at this point. Mals other hand helps to unhook the bra and I stop sucking to remove the rest of my clothing. I stay kneeling on the car seat while Mal stares at me. My breasts are a 16c in Australia, not sure what that is US, but just over a large handful is what I consider them to be. Still mostly perky, but the southern drag is evident. I love playing with them myself. Mal slowly reached out and cups my breast, first one, then both hands cupping one each. His thumbs circle my nipples as I watch him play with me. When he gently squeezes them, I moan softly and close my eyes to savour the feelings. I gasp when his hot tongue touches and covers my hardened nipple. I open my eyes to see Mal let my nipple slip between his lips as he swaps sides, now cupping my tit with his thumb and index finger as he guides my nipple into his waiting mouth. Again I moan and he rolls my nipple between his teeth before sucking deeply on my breast, making me arch toward him. His fingers work my other nipple and I can feel my pussy reacting. I push him away and dive back down in his cock when he sits back. I feel him fight me for a second before giving in to the sensations again. His fingers seek out my nipples and he begins caressing my tits as I lick his balls into my mouth. His other hand is stroking my ass and making a beeline to my cunt. I’m so wet by this point I think he’ll be shocked, but his fingers don’t hesitate and on finding my wetnes, quickly have my clit wet and aching. Mal suddenly pushes me up right and opens his door. He’s out and around my side so fast I don’t know what is going on! Mal grabs my jeans and pulls them off my feet. He opens the back door and simply lifts me from the front seat and places me into the back seat, naked legs wrapped around his waist. He closes the doors and pushes me back before rubbing his fingers between my legs, spreading my lips open, slipping a finger in as he slides over my clit. I’m so wet that I’m almost embarrassed, but there isn’t much I can do about it, I’m horny. Mal slides two fingers in me quick and pushes in hard, I gasp again. His head comes forward and he licks my clit quickly but firmly, making my body jump and my clit ache more! His fingers slide out, then in again hard, getting faster before he pulls them out while he licks me again, this time eating my pussy too, pushing his tongue inside me, I can feel his heat deep in me. His fingers are on my clit, rubbing and flicking, bring forth involuntary jumps and moans, my body crying for release. His fingers and tongue swap places, three fingers pushing in and out of me rhythmically as his tounge grinds my clit,my orgasm building fast. Mal stays focused and I rolled with his rough hands, enjoying feeling my cunt used. I feel myself climbing, my clit becoming increasingly sensitive, but craving the touch. I buck my hips and lose control as I cum. I feel my pussy clenching and tugging at his fingers and the immense release as the climax let’s go. Mals mouth is on me and brings me down gently, fingers now just gently probing me and playing in my wetness. Least we’ve got the awkward first time over with……sort of.

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3 comments on “The Older guy

  1. That was a VERY erotic story! Thank you for sharing it. If I may offer some advice? It was a little hard to read because there were no paragraphs.

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