I was disturbed by the feelings I had whenever we met. It did not feel right somehow. She was far too young and a friend of my daughter. Having three daughters meant there was a constant stream of young, and sometimes beautiful, women in and out of our home, and I had never felt that way about any of them.
I kept my distance, of course. I never gave her any indication that I felt what I felt. And neither did she, for that matter. But it was there, this feeling of raw sexual desire. Every time I saw her, I felt the tension, and it went straight to my groin.
A couple of years later, I was sitting in my apartment in the old city center. My wife and I had divorced, and I was living alone. The kids had all gone off to university and had their own lives. I always had an excellent relationship with them and the divorce did nothing to change that. My wife and I had decided to move on. We did so without too much of a fight, and the kids seemed to have understood why we had to go our separate ways.
It was early Saturday afternoon. I had just made a double espresso and was reading my weekend newspaper. I was concentrating on a lengthy article, when the doorbell rang. I was jolted by the sound which broke my concentration. I was not expecting anyone that day. I put my newspaper down and got up. I walked to the front door of my apartment and pushed the button of the intercom. The moment I pushed it, the camera of the front door downstairs lit up. I saw a person standing in front of the door, but because of the light, I could not make out who it was.
I made an effort to not sound too grumpy when I asked who it was. A smiling face looked straight in the camera. It was her, Jane, the friend of my daughter. She said hello, and asked if she could come in as she had some sort of problem with her scooter. Or at least that is what I thought she said. I pushed another button to open the outside door and at the same time opened the door of my apartment.
I waited for the elevator to come up and watched her come out. She was as beautiful as ever. It was the middle of the summer, and she was dressed accordingly. She was wearing a light summer dress. It was off-white and in hippie style as was the “thing” that summer. She was smiling at me. I smiled back and invited her to come in. As men do, I quickly glanced at her breasts. Even when she was young her breasts were much larger than most girls her age. I noticed they had not shrunk, if anything.
I felt a bit guilty checking her out like that and hoped she had not noticed. After she came into the apartment, I asked her, almost in one sentence, what the problem was with her scooter, and if she wanted a coffee or anything. Without any apparent reason, I felt a bit uncomfortable. I always felt that way whilst being around women much younger than I am. I find almost any woman sexually interesting, however the age difference made it a bit inappropriate.
She told me she would love a cappuccino and a glass of water. I walked in the direction of the kitchen and sensed she was following me. She made some remarks that she loved the apartment, to which I only half listened. The knot in my stomach did not ease up. Subconsciously, I must have felt the same sexual tension I always had when being around her.
I switched on the coffee machine and started to prepare the milk for her cappuccino. I asked her if I had understood her well and that she had a problem with her scooter. She started telling me that the night before she had gone out clubbing with her friends. It had become late, she had too much to drink and decided to stay with one of them for the night. Her friend had dropped her in the morning in the city center near where she thought she remembered she had put her scooter the evening before.
The city where I live is old and has many very small streets that all look alike. Jane told me she had been walking around for a while but had not found her scooter yet. And that the heat and her feet were killing her. She remembered that my daughter had told her where I had moved to. She had decided to see if I was at home, so that maybe I could help her find her scooter. I told her that of course I would help her. After she finished her coffee, I decided I would get my scooter and drive around until we found hers.
We chatted for a while, me asking most of the questions about her school, jobs, friends and so on. She was an easy talker, and the time passed quickly. I enjoyed her company. She was full of energy and bubbly. An easy person to be with. I tried not to look too often at her magnificent breasts and tried to keep my eyes focused on her face and mouth.
After her second coffee, I suggested we go out scooter hunting. We went downstairs and walked across the street where I had parked mine. She made a little joke that at least I was able to find mine. I smiled back and started the scooter. She got on the buddy seat right behind me. I felt her breasts press in my back. To diminish the pressure, I moved a bit more forward, however it felt as if she moved with me, as the pressure did not get less. I felt my dick swell a little and I was relieved that from behind she could not see the bulge in my pants.
I asked her in which general direction she thought she had parked it the previous evening. I moved into the traffic and started to drive. I was a bit disappointed that we found it quite easily. It was parked only a few streets from my apartment. I stopped and she got off. She unlocked her scooter and got on. I still had my engine running. It seemed it was time to say goodbye. She started to thank me, when in mid-sentence, she hesitated. She looked me in the eyes, and said she really would like to come back with me to my apartment to have another glass of water before going home. It now was my turn to hesitate. I could easily have found some excuse of being busy, or having to go somewhere, but somehow I did not want to. I told her to follow me back to my home.
By now it was late afternoon, and I asked her if she would prefer a glass of wine instead of water. She happily accepted. I opened a good bottle of white and poured two glasses. When I drink, I also need to eat, so I took some Stilton from the fridge and some crackers. We toasted, and silently took a few sips from our glasses. She was looking at me intently, which made me even more nervous than I already was. To cover my nervousness, and to break the atmosphere, I started to tell her where the wine came from, and asked if she liked the combination of the wine with the Stilton.
She again looked me straight in the eye, and said that not only did she enjoy the wine and cheese, but that she had enjoyed the whole afternoon. Which of course made me feel even more apprehensive. I felt like a schoolgirl being picked up by a much older man. It was ridiculous. Me, some good twenty-five years older than she, a much older man, feeling nervous.
I had to get back in control. The impact she had on me sexually was getting too much. I had to do something to break the atmosphere. At least my mood. Probably being a typical man, I could not read her very well, so I had to assume it was just her normal behavior without any intention beyond having a drink with the father of one of her friends.
I got up and suggested we move to the living room. I sat down on my chair, leaving her only the option to sit on the couch, a good couple of metres between us. Immediately, I started to feel more relaxed, and the mood changed. We continued talking basically about nothing, and the atmosphere was becoming more normal. I poured us a couple more glasses of wine, which helped me to relax even more.
Because of the summer and the heat, I had opened my living room windows. I live on the sixth floor, so quite high above street level. Still the sounds of the city drifted into the apartment. Suddenly, we heard a screech of tires braking hard and a car loudly honking. As people do, we got up and walked to the window to see what was going on. We looked down, and saw that there had been an almost accident between a car and a bicycle. Two guys were shouting at each other, blaming the other for the near collision.
The window was quite narrow, and we were half-standing half-hanging out to be able to look down. Our shoulders touched and our faces were quite close. We started to laugh at the scene below, and both our heads turned to look at each other. We were so close our noses almost touched, and because of the narrow window there was not a lot of room to maneuver.
I do not know who started, but the next thing I know is that we were kissing, still hanging half out the window. We moved back into to the room without our lips parting. There was a hunger in our kissing as I had almost never felt before. Released from the confinement of the window, our bodies turned and we embraced. She was quite a bit smaller than I am, and I really had to bend my head forward to continue to kiss her. My hands found her back and I pulled her closer to me. I felt her hands more lightly on my shoulders, pulling me towards her as well, but much softer.
My hands started to explore the rest of her body, her back, her firm hard ass. I moved my hands to the side of her legs, and started to stroke them. Her breasts were pressing against me and, through the thin dress I could clearly feel the outline of her bra.
Whilst stroking her legs, I felt her dress go up with the movement of my hands. I felt her naked skin on mine, which made my kissing even more intense. My dick was hard as a rock by that time, which I am sure she felt. Suddenly my trance broke. I stopped kissing and took a step back. I started to put my hands up, trying to stop what we were doing. I started to say something when she took a step in my direction, and put her finger on my lips to silence me. She put her head against my breast and embraced me tightly. With a very soft voice, she almost mumbled that what we were doing was what she wanted – she did not want me to stop.
Neither did I. I slowly made her look up to me and started to kiss her again. Much softer than before. My hands now moved freely over her body. I turned her around and kissed her mouth over her shoulder. My hands moved over her stomach, slowly towards her breasts. My touch through the fabric of her dress made her sigh, and I felt her body relax. She pressed her ass against my hard dick, clearly wanting me to continue what I was doing.
I pulled up her dress with both my hands. My left hand kept the dress up, whilst my right hand went slowly down to her pussy. She slightly parted her legs to give me better access. I felt her warm wetness through her string. I lightly stroked her pussy, only touching the outside. She groaned and broke of the kissing. She turned around and took my hand. Her eyes were clearly asking where the bedroom was. I put my arm around her waist, and we moved to my bedroom.
I kissed her again and pulled her dress over her head. She was standing in front of me, almost naked. She looked at me and unfastened her bra and let it drop to the floor. Her large breasts were as magnificent as I always thought they would be. She pulled down her string and was naked. I removed my shirt and trousers. Just as I started to take of my shorts, she got on her knees. She softly pushed my hands away. She started to stroke my hard cock through the fabric of my shorts. Her hand followed the full length of my penis, up and down a few times. She then took the waistband and pulled my shorts down. My cock sprang out like a coil. She looked at it for a few seconds, and then slowly took it in her mouth.
The warm wet feeling of her mouth almost made me have an orgasm. I can always control myself very well, but this time it really took a huge effort not to just explode in her mouth. The tip of my dick was in her mouth, whilst her hand was going up and down my shaft. I was looking down at her. She had her eyes closed and was fully concentrating on giving pleasure to my cock. I could see her breasts below my dick. Her brown nipples were erect. I wanted to taste them, so I took my cock slowly out her mouth and pulled her up. I moved her to my bed and made her lay down.
She was on her back, seemingly relaxed and ok that I had taken over control. I pushed her arms above her head, stretching her breasts. My mouth found her nipples, and started to suck first one and then the other. I felt them getting harder in my mouth. I was sitting on my knees besides her, which gave me an excellent freedom of movement. I was still kissing and sucking her breasts and nipples, whilst my right hand found her now naked pussy. My left hand was still holding down her arms stretched above her head without any effort. She had submitted herself to me, allowing me to pleasure her.
My hand was stroking her pussy, which was still closed. I could feel the wetness inside her. With my middle finger I started to put a bit more pressure, and her lips slowly parted. I pushed my finger in a bit further, now feeling her wetness in full. I could clearly feel the small bud at the top of her vagina. With my index finger I made small circles around it, not yet wanting to stimulate it directly. She must have felt the anticipation, as her breathing became faster and deeper.
Even though I found it hard to stop kissing her nipples and breasts, I forced myself to move my attention to her stomach. It was now impossible to keep holding her arms down with my left hand, and I let it take over where my mouth has just been. The feeling of her large and firm breasts in my hand almost made me lose control. I did not want to be forceful with her, at least not yet. I pushed her legs apart, and positioned myself between them. She had left her arms above her head, sensing that this is what I wanted her to do. Both my hands were now caressing her breasts, as I moved my mouth further down.
The first taste of a woman has something magical for me. It’s not just the taste, but the fact she allows me to penetrate her, if even only with my tongue. As a man, I will never fully understand what it means to be penetrated, the feeling of allowing someone inside the part of your body which creates life. I started to lick the full length of her vagina, exerting only a little pressure. Slowly my tongue moved in further, inside her pussy.
The tip of my tongue found her clit, and I started to circle it. I felt it become harder and harder. Her lower body started to make small movements, fully in sync with what I was doing to her. I increased the pressure, still only circling her now hard and swollen clit. Every now and then I would touch her clit directly, just with the tip of my tongue. Each time that happened, I felt her body contract slightly. Her breathing increased and she put her hands on my head, holding me softly. I felt her orgasm building up. She pushed her pelvis forward and at the same time arching her back. She held my head tightly now.
My right hand was still on her breast, stroking her and softly pinching her hard nipple. My left hand was now on her stomach, which somehow increased the feeling of intimacy.
I continued the slow movements of my tongue. I did not want to rush her, hoping the slow build up would increase the depth of her orgasm. When it came it felt as if it lasted forever. I decreased the pressure to not overstimulate her, but continued my movements. The muscles in her legs tightened, and I felt she was nearing the end of her orgasm. Quite abruptly she half turned her body, clearly trying to stop what I was doing.
I looked up, and between her breasts I could see she still had her eyes closed. I moved up, kissing her stomach and breasts. When I was near her face, she opened her eyes. Almost expressionless she wrapped her arms around me, pulled me closer and started to kiss me. With my right hand I pulled her closer to me. I felt her large breasts against my chest. We kissed deeply and intensely.
I was now lying half beside her and half on top of her. I felt the pressure of her hand, pushing me back to where I was before; between her legs. My cock was very hard and I wanted to be inside her. I moved between her legs which she had pulled up to give me better access. I saw her close her eyes again when I entered her. I let myself down, and again started to kiss her whilst my hips were slowly picking up rhythm. Even though the intimacy of feeling her body and the kissing was wonderful, after a while I felt restricted in the movement of my hands. I pushed myself up and turned her sideways. I was now sitting on her right leg with her left leg across.
Not only could I enter her more deeply now, it also allowed my hands to be more active. My right hand was on her ass, alternating between stroking and squeezing. My left hand did the same to her stomach and breasts. I started to pick up speed. I felt the animalistic need to possess her, ravage her, to be in full control of her and my body. She was looking at me, her eyes clearly telling me that this is what she wanted as well.
I turned her over even further. She was now on her hands and knees in front of me. She put a pillow under her head for more support. I entered her again, now from behind. I had my hands on her hips when I slammed by cock into her pussy. My fucking her became almost frenzied. My need to sexually dominate her, and her being totally submissive gave a psychological edge, which highly increased the physical pleasure we were giving each other.
I could not hold for very long. It was just too intense. When I came, it felt as if it started somewhere in my stomach, moving through my ass and balls and inside her. My hands held her hips tightly. I did not want her to make any movement at all, in fear of breaking my orgasmic concentration.
When I had slowly withdrawn my still hard cock, she turned again on her back, in one movement pulling me closed to her. We started to kiss, our bodies close together. My still hard wet dick between us.
After a while we just lay there, caressing each others bodies. I was half on top of her, her right breast against my chest. I could not stop looking at her beautiful body, or stop touching it. I did not want it to end, ever. Of course it had to, we both knew and understood. Our love-making continued throughout the night and into early Sunday morning. At a certain moment she had to go, and we both knew we would never repeat the experience.
I have had many women in my life, and I am sure there will be many more. Most I have forgotten and I am sure I will forget most that I will meet in the future. Her, I will never forget.
