It’s a fairly hot day in August, and I am invited over to my boyfriend’s family party, it’s like a baby shower or something, and I barely make it there. I am wearing a lot of pink eye shadow, orange lipstick, I’ve got long messy blonde hair, and a pink miniskirt with a skin tight white t-shit that you can see my lingerie through. My ass and titties are fat. The outfit was an after thought, I was just distracted by putting on my new make up and forgot to pick out something cuter. Into the backyard of my soon to be sister-in-law’s relatives? I’m not sure how they are related, but they are, anyway, you’re the first person to greet me and my boyfriend.
Time passes, I charge my phone on your back porch. My boyfriend points out some potted plants up there, and you’re grilling up there within ear shot. I go, “Oh, look, some cute… Weed plants?” We laugh. I walk down and notice how big your feet are; I carry on for some time thinking about how big your cock must be. You call us both over soon after that, offer us edibles. I refuse, because I don’t to get to high and act like a crazy slut. Me and my boyfriend are going to the bathroom together after that, and I wet down my shirt in the sink to get a stain out of it, but, really, I kind of just hope the boys can see through it, I hope they get horny for me. See, I’m a crazy slut.
Later on I’m talking, and I turn to look at you across the yard, I can see you checking me and and I adjust my clothes to present myself in a more flattering way to you. You go blank, and I sit down. At one point I look back again, and you’re holding a can, and it’s foaming out over your hand like its been shook up, and you act like you didn’t notice it, and you’re staring at me. I imagine your cock as you cum for me. I sit back and try slowly riding up my skirt so you can see more of me, I wanted it so bad. I imagined pulling out your cock there in front of everyone for weeks. I went home and gave my boyfriend the best blow job I’ve given in months thinking of you.
I don’t think anything will ever happen, but it’s okay. That moment was enough for me. I am glad I got to get excited over something. I think you’re a really great father to your little boy, you have a lovely home, and I’m sorry I was acting like a crazy slut. I keep thinking about a million little fantasies about you, like what if I babysat your son for you and then when you came home you would fuck me on your couch. I think about you being very vocal while I suck your cock, guiding me with patience through your orgasm, making me so wet, and feel so cared for. I feel guilty that I want to fuck some old guy, but the way you acted did it for me, and I have a huge thing for short guys, and my boyfriend is still young and hasn’t worked out how to make me feel desired or enticed, he thinks being young and handsome is enough. The girl who gets your big fat cock and gets to feel that huge amount of cum rolling out of it is so lucky. I would lick up every last drop. I fuck myself thinking about you filling me up with your sperm.
Thank you, I really needed that.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/ppifc3/a_bimbo_24_and_a_dilf_41