We exited the parking garage and continued on toward the venue downtown. I worried that I would leave a wet spot on his seat both from how turned on he got me, but also from all the cum that would ultimately drip out.
He put his hand on my knee.
“Well, this isn’t at all how I was expecting the night to go, but I’m certainly glad that it did.”
I guided his hand between my legs, grabbing by the wrist to ensure that his fingertips touched my wet pussy.
“As you can tell, so am I.”
He dipped his middle finger into me, stroking. There was so much cum, both mine and his, inside of me. It was like honey, so thick and so so sweet.
“More” I cried.
He put in another finger.
I started to moan, lifting my feet off the car floor and curling into my pleasure.
“Oh, Daddy, that feels so good. You know how to fuck me, Daddy.”
“You’re such a good girl, you deserve it.”
He was 32 years older than me, yet he was the most compatible sexual partner I have ever had. He just knew how to get me off. I didn’t have to give him a tutorial or an anatomy lesson, he just worked my body like he had known it his whole life.
He got me off three more times before we parked at the venue.
“You ready?,” he said as were about to leave the car.
“Almost.”
I turned around in my seat, and grabbed his face to kiss him. I could tell that he was expecting a quick peck before we headed in, and was surprised when I continued to kiss him hard. He was such a good kisser. He wasn’t shy about using tongue, and grabbed my ass in a way that wasn’t possessive or greedy but that made me feel wanted. Ugh, I knew I could get used to this.
“Alright, beautiful. As much I’d love to stay here doing this, I believe we have a bitchin’ concert to see.”
Bitchin. That’s cute.
“I think you’re right,” I said, sheepishly.
We held hands walking to the venue. It was packed, and arriving almost 30 minutes after we had planned didn’t make things any easier.
As we stood in line, I could tell that people were looking at us critically. Not necessarily in a bad way, but definitely in a “daughter, or girlfriend?” kind of way. I tried to unblur the lines by doing subtle flirty things like squeezing his bicep and looking at him with “fuck me” eyes. But the stares didn’t end. I finally just grabbed his butt and started kissing him. That would certainly get the message across. I was worried about embarrassing him; maybe he wanted to be incognito about his affinity for younger women. He didn’t seem to mind though. And that was good, because I had no intentions of stopping.
When we finally got into the venue, we got some beers and found our seats on the floor. I was ecstatic. Not only was this an amazing concert to have floor seats to, but this also gave me a perfect way to rub my ass against his hard cock all night under the guise of just dancing to the music. It was going to be a good night indeed.
To be completely honest, I didn’t know the first few songs that played. I could tell that he was totally into it, so I just held onto him and acted like I knew what the fuck was going on.
Things took a different turn with the first song I recognized. It was “Beast of Burden” an indisputably sexy song. We both looked at each other as it started to play and kissed. It was the perfect moment.
As the rest of the song played, we held each other and made almost constant eye contact. He stroked my face at the “pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty girl” line in the song and pulled me closer. It was so weird. Here we were, in this loud, chaotic venue surrounded by literally thousands of people, and it felt like we were the only two people in the place.
We left the concert a bit early, right after “Paint it, Black” in an attempt to dodge some of the crazy post-concert parking frenzy.
We walked back to the car as I held him by the hand and talked about how much fun we had just had.
“I’m so glad you stopped me on the bus to compliment my shirt,” I said, smiling.
“I’m so glad you took a chance on that weird old man.”
We had another long kiss before getting back to the car. He put his hands on my hips and slowly inched them down to caress my ass as we made out.
“Let’s finish this at home.”
We got back to the car and headed toward his place. We hadn’t explicitly discussed me spending the night, but it clearly what both of us had on our mind. I was a little nervous, not knowing what to expect of his house. Was it huge? Would it be a neighborhood eerily close to my work? Would his kids’ rooms be there? I wasn’t worried, per se, though there was some anxiety surrounding it.
We pulled into the garage of a beautiful two-story house in a wealthy suburb of the city. The house was tastefully opulent, definitely showing wealth but not flashing it in anyone’s face. It was modest and beautiful, much like him.
He walked me through the dark house to his bedroom and turned on a series of dimmed lights. He took off his belt and lightly tapped it against my ass, playfully. I grabbed his hips to pull him forward to kiss me.
He took off my top, and I removed his shirt. Damn, he was fine as hell for a 30-year-old, let alone a 53-year old. He caressed by breasts over my bra before removing it and eventually undressing me fully.
He laid me onto the bed, kissing down my neck, onto my chest, and eventually down to my pussy. But I didn’t want him to lick my pussy. I wanted him to fuck me.
“Daddy, please, I want you inside of me.”
He didn’t hesitate before mounting me and thrusting every inch of his meaty cock into my young pussy. He was thrusting so hard and deep, my g spot was roaring.
“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna, oh daddy, you’re going to make me come.”
“I’m not going to stop until you come, baby.”
We fucked in missionary for what seemed like ages. I thought men his age weren’t supposed to last long, but Jesus fucking Christ he was defying that stereotype.
I came four times before he did. I pretended that I hadn’t so he would keep going. I could tell that he was getting tired and needed to come soon, but I just couldn’t let it out. He made it feel so good, I couldn’t give that up.
Eventually, he relented.
“Baby, I think I’m gonna come. Daddy will get you off after, I promise.”
“I’ve already come four times. You just feel so good inside my tight pussy. I didn’t want it to stop.”
“You are a naughty one.”
He came, rested on top of me, and rolled over. We were both exhausted, emotionally and physically, from the evening spent together.
We talked about the night, how crazy this was, and how much fun we were both having. Eventually we fell asleep, and he kissed me goodbye before I headed home to change and he headed into work the next morning.
Annnnnd that’s the story of how I met my boyfriend :)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d1fl0t/getting_fingered_in_a_dilfs_tesla_and_fucking
Yay ! The part two I was hoping for
I was sooo hoping for that ending from the beginning. Would love to see a picture of the two of you.
Lucky man
Woo! Great finish to a concert!