I was lying in bed recovering from one of the most physically taxing masturbation sessions of my entire life. My fellow Catholic girls can probably guess what happened next! I was tired now and the elation of sexting had whooshed off into the great unknown. Now on top of being embarrassed and ashamed I was totally wiped. I slept for another half hour, but Mark had texted me when I woke up. His message read:
“Want to grab a coffee” That seemed a little out of nowhere to me.
“Uh ok, like when” I texted him back. I reeeeally wanted some more info. Even today I don’t know if I was just too tired to ask or I’d it was the embarrassment.
“Now”
I put the phone down. The light headed feeling wasn’t gone, but his weird pivot had kind of killed the vibe. Every early 20s girl has the same fears. I thought my boobs were too small or I was too slutty, or maybe he was bored because I wasn’t actually any fun. Mark texted me a suggestion for a cafe near campus and I got dressed feeling way off. The bus ride wasn’t long. The whole way I was wondering why he was being so cold. Jake was another thing. No clue if he’d be there. The embarrassment was back. I wished I hadn’t told him he could share the pictures with Jake, or that I sent them at all. It felt like I was visiting the principal’s office. And I NEVER had to do that in school.
I was still dazed when I popped up at the cafe Mark sent me. It was warmish, so I was wearing jeans and a loose blouse. The look from the night before had been way nicer, but I wasn’t feeling so confident now. He wasn’t there yet when I arrived and I grabbed my coffee and a seat and I waited. The man was late. He had a car while I took the bus and I was still there early. That’s when I knew he wasn’t interested. Or whatever was going on. He hadn’t even done anything with me. I was a little hung over and not doing a very good job of making sense.
Mark sauntered in the front door and took a seat in front of me. “Morning, darling.” It was a little past noon, but that was morning for me most weekends.
“Morning. How was the drive?”
“Good.” Mark got his coffee handed to him and it looked like he knew the barista. She was about my age. Cute, grunge. Barista type. I was jealous. Wow.
“Oh, cool.” This place would have seen girls like me and guys like Mark every day. College is the home of the daddy complex. Those words actually came into my head and I almost vommed. I’d never been a daddy girl. But Mark was hot. He was tall dark and handsome. He had stubble. He looked strong. And he was willing to see me in public after he watched me eat his young friend’s ass. I had no idea what the deal was with him and Jake. Maybe they were together. That was a fun thought.
We chatted. He asked more about my classes. With hindsight I thought that Mark was mostly going to college events to scope out impressionable girls like me. I started thinking about how many girls he had been with. My ex, Wilt, said he had been with 10. Mark was hotter and older. 30 seemed too conservative. For his body count. He was probably 30something+ in age too. We didn’t talk about any of that. It was almost professional. I slid through our convo unclear of where anything was going. But my coffee was done and soon so was Mark’s. It hadn’t even been an hour and we were standing up to go. The thing felt tamer than some first dates I’d had and with less chance for growth, too.
He told me he would drive me home and I agreed. I sounded awkward. I felt awkward. If I was more confident my outfit could have been cute but I was slouching and hadn’t showered that morning. The smell of cum might’ve still been on my breath.
Mark pulled up in the same spot outside my building as the night before. I didn’t have a car so it was always empty. He turned off the car. “Can I come up?”
He was really throwing me for a loop. One of my neighbors was smoking out on the front step and I made eye contact with her. She laughed and went around the corner. I had totally thought that Mark was letting me down easy. His question had me feeling butterflies in my stomach. Maybe older men were like this.
Things were awkward when we got upstairs. It was bright as day in my apartment. It wasn’t that Mark looked different in the light, but I was thinking a lot clearer. Today was visit #2 from this man. Most of the time I stuck to the one-date-per-base policy, so I make out on the first date and I’d think about going down on them by the third. Whether last night should have counted as a date wasn’t hundred percent clear. Mark also hadn’t kissed me last night. His expression told me that he was planning to now.
I, the college junior in her cute apartment, didn’t complain when the older man came closer and planted his big hands on me. Jake was rough. His skin was soft, but he had grabbed me rough. Mark was the opposite. Rough hands, light touch. He was touching, though. No messing around or asking if it was okay for him to do this or that. He was grabbing my butt through my jeans and my neck. The horny feeling hit me like a truck. If he wasn’t grabbing me I probably would have fallen over. He didn’t keep me on my feet for very long. I planted my rump on the couch as soon as he eased off of me. Looking up at him like that…
Hoboy. My “not a daddy girl” idea was being mega tested. I rubbed my hands on my thighs expecting him to undo his pants so I could do for him what I’d done for Jake last night. Before I could reach for it he gave me a little twirl motion. Reader, my breath caught like a Harlequin heroine. It took me a minute to get it through my thick skull before I could do anything. But I live to serve, and I turned myself around, jutted out my booty, and undid my jeans for him. Facing that way I couldn’t see him. It was way hotter that way as he put his hands on me and tugged down my waistband.
He did not use a condom. This was the very first penis that was ever going to fuck me raw. And fuck me, boy oh boy did he ever. He grabbed me right at the root of my hair and laid into me. My mouth hung open and I tried to keep breathing. He started fast and got faster.
Mark served out the dirty talk. “You fucking loved being our slut didn’t you?”
“Anh,” which means yes in Slutese.
Mark dug his thumb into my hip dimples while he plunged it in. “And you wanted more.”
“Anh,” I confirmed. I couldn’t talk, but I had my head on straight. This was the highest I’d ever felt off of cock. I couldn’t stop thinking about my ex who always said I wasn’t vocal enough during sex. Mark wouldn’t be complaining about aaaaaanything like that. And I pushed my butt out for him to try to ensure he wouldn’t have any complaints at all.
He pulled out of me to save his orgasm. I slumped over the top of my couch and caught my breath. “Holy shit,” I whined.
Mark sat down on the couch. I was still mostly in my clothes, but he was totally naked. He was in good shape and hairy. Total daddy material in other words! After I shooked off my jeans I turned around to sit beside him and touched it with only my fingertips. That would have been a good time to ask what the deal was with him and Jake but I didn’t want to ruin the mood. My tongue wouldn’t have worked anyway.
Eye contact with Mark was electrifying. He was the first person to make me feel the same way I do when I had a whole evening to myself and just indulged every naughty, out-there fantasy. I would have gone down on him beneath a glass desk like a Maggie Gyllenhaal secretary and I wouldn’t care if anyone saw. In return for making me feel that way, I indulged HIM.
I had never tried reverse cowgirl before. It just never occurred to me. That was a “porn girl’ position, so the guy could see my cute and shapely butt while I rode him. Mark was making me his porn girl though. So I got up (legs very shaky) and lined myself up with his dick. My panties were still on and that just made it better. My butt looks amazing in panties, thank you very much.
We took it slow and steady. His dick was a little bigger than I was used to. It felt like it was going all the way up into my stomach. The only way I was able to let Mark inside me smoothly was with the breathing I learned from yoga class and by playing with my clit. My eyes were fluttering, and that’s the number one sign of a big orgasm coming for me. When it washed over me, it was slow, but it was intense. I let out this whine that I’d never heard before. And then I completely collapsed. I fell forward onto my hands and knees on the floor and then rolled over onto my back. My blouse was open and my panties were all messed up. There he was, standing over me, beating himself off. I knew what was coming and I opened my mouth to receive it.
He called me a good girl.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/131kqg0/i_fucked_a_much_older_man_a_day_after_blowing_his