Getting fucked in a DILF’s Tesla before Rolling Stones concert [MF] [F21]

By any standard, it was just another Tuesday.

I walked to the bus stop wearing checkered Vans, a band tee (The Red Hot Chili Peppers, on this particular day), and a ponytail as high as my age limit and sex drive. It was 8:03 pm. I was on my way to work, ready to face a long night. And definitely not the fun kind.

There was usually no one noteworthy on this bus at this time, nor were there many people in general. Maybe a few people going home from work too late, the old woman that seems like she might just ride the bus all day, and maybe some students enjoying a summer evening. Nothing to write home about.

I got on the bus at 8:10, and was surprised to see that the first few rows of seats had been taken. Shit.
I always sat down in the closest seat I could find because I’m a total klutz, and didn’t want to walk further back and risk falling once the bus started moving. So I sat down next to someone, which I almost never do.

He was probably a harsh late forties or spry mid-fifties. About 6’2”, coarse salt-and-pepper hair and stubble. The stubble was especially heavy on the salt, which was just how I liked my summer squash. He was definitely on his way home from work, wearing a chambray blue-label polo, Navy slacks, and beautiful brown oxfords. I recognized the shoes immediately. They were Allen Edmonds Park Avenues. Every lawyer I knew wore them, and I knew they were $400 shoes. Random old dude on the bus just got a lot lot better.

He sat looking at his phone, presumably catching up on work from the day he was so eagerly trying to get away from. He pulled back his tortoise-shell Oliver People’s glasses, yet another status accessory, and rubbed his eyes.

Upon lifting his head from his phone and rubbing his eyes, he looked to me and nodded.

“Like your shirt.”

“Thanks. They’re a goodie.”

Wtf is wrong with me. Why am I so awkward?

“Did you see them when they were in Seattle a couple years back?”

“I did! I went by myself because none of my friends wanted to go and it was honestly the best concert I’ve ever been too”

“I bet. Going solo at concerts is underrated…
You seein’ the Stones tomorrow night?

“Ahh, I wish. I really wanted to. I was kinda late to the game though and the tickets are so expensive.”

“They are, they definitely are. But that’s also one hell of an experience…

I’m going tomorrow and was going to take my daughter, but she bailed, so I have an extra ticket.”

“Oh, are you gonna sell it?”

Act modest, act modest

“I could, but you’re also welcome to it. No pressure though, I realize it’s an odd gesture coming from a 53-year-old you met on this bus.”

Fuck me. He was a smokin’ mid-fifties. And he was kind of insecure about asking me out. This was looking good.

“That would be amazing, but—oh fuck this is my stop”

“Get off with me at the end of the line. I’ll get you an Uber and you’ll have time to jot down my number.”

He grinned coyishly.

I looked at him and smiled bashfully.

“I don’t think the kids these days write down phone numbers, so I’ll just let you put it in my phone,” I said, winking.

He grinned and took the phone from my hand eagerly. His eyes and forehead creased when he smiled, probably naturally, but also due to age. And it was so hot.

“Michael?”

I began sending a reply text to the new number.

“Hi, Michael. It’s Sarah, from the bus :)”

Send.

“Ope, this is us.”

I looked back at him with an incredulous stare.

“Me…mine… This is my stop.”

Aw, he was so cute when he was nervous.

“Here, put in your location and we’ll have you on your way.”

I grabbed the phone and entered the address of my work. The ride was arriving in 1 minute.

“It was great to meet you, Sarah. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow night.”

What the actual fuck had just happened? Not only do I get to see the Stones for free, but a hot dilf is taking me?

I spent the duration of the Lyft ride replaying what had unfolded in the ten minutes prior.

He was going to take his daughter? Shit, she’s probably my age. Does he know that? Oh jeez, how old does he think I am? Does he expect sex? I mean I’d be down, but I wouldn’t accept the offer if it was contingent on sex…

My mind ran rampant, thinking of all the things that underlied what I had just agreed to. I was so nervous about the seemingly romantic aspect of the situation that getting to see Mick Jagger was an afterthought. At least I knew one thing: my night would be filled by entertainment from old men.

I texted him the next day to ask where and when he wanted to meet. I assumed we’d just meet at the venue, but he insisted on picking me up. I assumed it was just because he was old, because that just wasn’t practical. Parking would be the same price as a Lyft, and besides, I knew I wanted to smoke. But he was insistent and he did buy the tickets, so I went with it.

I gave him my address several hours before, and waiting nervously for his arrival. Getting ready, I tried to ease myself up by listening to some Stones, doing my makeup, and smoking a little. I just couldn’t seem to shake the nerves, but at least I could boost my confidence by looking hot.

I put on a black, padded bralette, a high-waisted denim skirt , and a frayed Rolling Stones tank top. I look like a total ho, but I loved. I paired the darkest red lipstick I could find with some winged eyeliner and faked the confidence in the situation that I didn’t have. It was 5:15. Fuck. He was supposed to be here in fifteen minutes.

I stalled and stalled, paced, and stalled some more. I retraced my steps around the apartment to ensure that I had everything I needed. I knew that I did, I just needed something to distract from losing my mind.
My phone dinged.

“Ready when you are :) I’m in the alley.”

Oh my god, he’s so old he doesn’t even use emojis.

“Coming down, be right there!”

I looked out my window to see a white Tesla Model X hovering in the alley. Jesus. It was the epitome of a rich dad car. I grabbed my purse and keys, said goodbye to my roommate, and fled out the door.

“Hey stranger. Heh, I guess that’s not that funny when it’s unironic.”

Great start, champ.

“Heh, I suppose.”

We left the alley and headed toward the venue downtown. He asked if I was hungry, and I said no to be polite, even though I hadn’t eaten in hours. Besides, I was pretty sure I would have yakked if i tried to eat.

“Are you sure? Not even a quick little bite? We have the time!”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“Alright then. Let’s head over.”

He was wearing a Stones tee, one he clearly had to pull out from a special drawer of clothes reserved for kicking back and letting his business side take a seat.

His aged but dense biceps clung to the grey cotton like Saran Wrap.

NPR played in the background at a soft volume. He was a dad, after all. I thought about changing it but didn’t want him to think I was conversation-averse. I instead opted for a bold, but tasteful move.

“I really appreciate you taking me out tonight ” I said, resting my left hand on his upper right thigh.

He looked back at me, perplexed as to what was going on.

“Yeah, yeah…of course” he said, trying to downplay the intimacy I had just shown.

“You really didn’t need to do that and I really really appreciate it”

My hand went further up this thigh, this time ending with a bit of a squeeze. This should send him the message, if it hasn’t been received already.

He was nervous.

“It’s a…really not a big deal, I appreciate you accompanying me”

He smiled back at me.

I could tell that he was either surprised by what was happening or was trying to keep himself from becoming too aroused. Maybe it was both. I continued stroking his thigh and eventually made my way onto his cock.

“I thought you said you weren’t hungry?” he said with a dimpley smile and wink.

“Pull over.”

He didn’t hesitate before turning off the path to find a spot where we could fuck. We wandered down some residential streets before making the wiser decision to go to a private parking garage.

“I have privileges here…and very tinted windows.”

He went up to the third floor and pulled into a compact corner spot, far too small for his large luxury vehicle. He parked over the line, I assumed so no one would be tempted to park next to him, though it was pretty empty anyway. We hopped in the backseat and I immediately pushed up my denim skirt to my waist as I straddled his lap. He grabbed my lace panties on either side of my hips and pulled them down.

I was soaked.

I unbuttoned his pants and pulled back his briefs to reveal one of the most handsome members I had ever seen. A meaty, long cock with a sizable head and perfect thickness.

I teased the head of his cock with my wet pussy lips, sliding back and forth, dipping in and then pulling back out. When I finally put all of my weight on him, we both let out a moan and sunk into our pleasure.

“Oh dadddyyyy

Fuuuck me”

It was a bit of risk calling an actual father daddy, but I figured he could tell me to stop if needed. And it clearly wasn’t a problem here. I could feel every rock hard inch of him hitting my g-spot like a jackhammer.

It wasn’t long before he came. I didn’t know if it was because he was older, hadn’t fucked in a while, or if I was just really wet and tight. Possibly a combination of those. After he came, he ate my pussy so hard I thought I was going to pass out. I was coming what felt like every minute.

I tapped his shoulder and rubbed his neck to tell him to ease up and eventually stop.

I asked him how he was doing, and suggested that we head back to the venue.

He let out a big sigh of both please and exhaustion.

“Fuck. Consider me a dead man because you just made me cum.”

Oh my god. It was such a dad joke it almost wasn’t funny. But as I saw, the night was just getting started.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cu7qre/getting_fucked_in_a_dilfs_tesla_before_rolling