[MF] My (18F) first older man (40M)

Paul was an experience that would help shape my sexual desires for the rest of my life. From the time I could understand and appreciate sex, I began to feel a desire for a particular man 22 years my senior. Paul was a friend of my parents, a police officer, and a package of candy for my teenage heart. He would give me a seductive smile and wink at me when we saw each other at family gatherings. Eventually I noticed that his gaze would linger a bit too long on my body, especially at the summer pool parties. I would always make sure to smile back sweetly and bite my lip, something he told me later on always drove him wild. Neither of us ever spoke a word about it at the time and our conversations were always polite and appropriate. Looking back on it now I think we both had a silent agreement that we had to wait until I was 18. And 18 was when it all changed. I had a tiny waist, D tits, and a small perky ass. And every inch of me had been waiting for him to touch me.

We were at a wedding for someone in the family and I wore a long strapless blue dress. I was on the dance floor with some friends when a slow song came on. I was about to leave the dance floor when I felt a tug on my arm. A man I hadn’t met before, probably in his mid 20s stood in front of me and asked to dance. I froze for a moment and considered how I could say no without being impolite. That’s when Paul cut between the other guy and I and politely asked to dance with me. I of course said yes. He stepped towards me and put a hand on my waist. Nothing that would draw attention, just an innocent dance, but that hand on my hip just shot electricity right through me. He leaned in and told me how beautiful I looked and I couldn’t help but smile at him and bite my lower lip. He let out a bit of a groan and shook his head slowly as we swayed. 

“If I do remember correctly, your birthday was last week.” he asked. 

“Yes it was” I replied.

“Well Happy Birthday. How old is it that you are now?” The ignorance he feigned was laughable.

“18. Lots of new things to explore now” I replied.

“Oh 18. We’ll have to celebrate that” he had that flirty smile on and it was driving me wild. 

“I’d like that. How should we celebrate?” I asked, pushing closer to him.

“Meet me in downstairs hallway in 10 minutes.” He wasn’t hiding the hunger in his eyes and it was making my heart race.

The song ended and he let me go. I returned to the table with my family and sat next to my parents. My mom leaned over to me and I was so worried she was going to question me about my interaction with Paul. 

“It was so nice to see Paul come rescue you from that strange guy. Good to know we have friends who are so protective of you.” She said it so confidently. I looked over to my dad and he nodded proudly in agreement. If he only knew the thoughts going through the mind of the man he’d been friends with for years about his little girl. 

Ten minutes later I snuck off and walked down the stairs of the large wedding hall. I turned a corner and walked down an empty hallway when someone picked me up from behind, pulled me into an empty room, and pinned my back against a wall. Paul’s arm was wrapped around me and his other was braced on the wall. He was much taller than me with a muscular build, his hair in a buzz cut, and his face shaved clean. You could look at him from across the room and know he was an old school cop. He had wrinkles around his eyes and grey sprinkled in his hair but I couldn’t help but find everything about him to be attractive. He was just looking at me and I realized quickly that he was waiting for reassurance that I wanted this, that I wanted him. So I put my hand on his chest, grabbed a fistful of his suit jacket, and pulled him in for a kiss. It was gentle only for a few seconds, then it became rough and needy and passionate. One hand was at the back of my neck preventing my head from hitting the wall. The other was roaming up and down the side of my body. He finally lowered it to my ass, giving a good hard squeeze that made me moan. His mouth moved down to my neck and I took the opportunity to move my hand down to his cock. It was so hard thought his dress pants and I rubbed it as best I could through the barrier. 

“You’re so fucking dangerous.” He moaned against my neck. Maybe he was fighting himself over the morality of the whole situation. I could have been a good girl at this point and recognize that the man in front of me was struggling to make the right choice. Instead, I grabbed the front of my dress and pulled down hard. I felt a quick pop and the dress slid down around my midsection. One look at my exposed breasts and hard nipples and any doubt he had was gone. His mouth moved from one tit to the other, licking and sucking each nipple. His hand, squeezing and pinching. At this point it was impossible for me to resist grinding against him. He took that as his cue to lift up the fabric of my long dress and reach his hand under to feel my pussy.

“Fuck you’re so damn wet.” His mouth was on mine again.

I tried to reach down for his zipper but he stopped me. He grabbed both my hands and with his left hand he pinned them above my head. His right hand returned to my pussy and continued teasing me over my panties. “Please, I need your cock” I was ready to beg for it.

“I knew you would be a horny little girl.” he took the opportunity to slide two fingers into me. I moaned and threw my head back. He knew exactly how to touch me, not like the guys my age who would just jab their fingers clumsily trying to dig an orgasm out of me. His thumb worked my clit while his fingers curled slightly inside me. I was so close to cumming and he knew it. He let go of my hands and latched his mouth onto my nipple and it was exactly what I needed to send me over the edge. I wrapped my arms around him and held on for my life while my pussy gripped tight around his fingers as an orgasm crashed through me. He caught me as my legs got weak and kissed me again.

As soon as his mouth left mine though, I dropped to my knees. Before he could stop me, my hands were around his dick guiding it into my mouth. 7“ of hard thick cock was gliding in and out between my lips. His hand was in my hair and he moved his hips slightly but I could tell he was holding back. Being gentle because he didn’t know how much I could take. I placed my hands on the backs of his thighs and pulled him close. I heard him curse and moan so I did it again. His grip on my hair got tighter and he was losing his self control. I needed him to fuck my face though. So I pulled him all the way out my mouth and ran my tongue along the tip, circling around it. In one motion, I went from tip to almost base as deep as I could take him. That broke him, he let out another string of curses, gripped the back of my head and started thrusting hard into my mouth. For a few minutes I could barely breathe and everything ran down my chin but he kept telling me I was his dirty little girl and such a good pretty slut that I knew I had to make him cum. He was relentlessly pounding my face and soon announced he was going to cum. I could feel him about to pull out so I gripped his hips and pulled him back. He looked down at my face as if to ask if I was sure and I just smiled as best I could with a mouthful of cock. It was all the confirmation her needed, he ramped up his pace again and with a few more strokes he was unloading down the back of my throat. I swallowed every bit.

He kneeled down in front of me and made sure I was ok. He kissed me over and over and told me how amazing I was. He helped me get cleaned up and my dress back on before we returned to the wedding. It wasn’t the last time we played and it only got hotter every time we met. Paul was also my first older man but absolutely not my last.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/df0l7l/mf_my_18f_first_older_man_40m