Tuesday, a week after my encounter with Kele, I watch Alison as she walks up to the wine bar door and peers in. I’d called her number a couple of days after she’d given it to me and arranged this meeting. She sees me with a hint of relief and enters, glancing around like she’s nervous someone’s going to recognise her. I’m over by the bar, and when she reaches me, I ask what she wants to drink. She orders a white wine spritzer, and once she’s served, we carry our drinks over to a corner table. It’s fairly quiet this early in the week, so our conversation isn’t going to be overheard. To be honest, I’m not sure what we’re going to talk about. I know what I want to talk about and what I want to be doing later, but this is Alison’s decision to make.
Alison is wearing a cream blouse and blue jeans. Her red hair is tied back, and her makeup is subtle, not hiding the dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She’s slim, with small, high breasts and long legs. Prettier than she realises as she sips her drink and summons up the courage to talk.
“I’ve got a boyfriend,” she says.
My heart sinks a little. It’s not a great opening line.
“We’ve been together since we were fourteen.”
“How old are you now?” I ask after she stops to take another sip of her drink.
“Twenty.” She gives me a nervous smile. “You?”
“Fifty.” I thought about shaving a few years off, but figured no, let’s be honest.
That gives Alison pause. I can see she’s working out how I’m the same age as her dad.
She nods. “Old enough to be my dad.”
I tilt my half a lager in salute. “Thanks.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way.”
“So, what about your boyfriend?”
“His name’s Darren. He’s an apprentice car mechanic. I do love him; he makes me laugh, but his idea of a good night out is taking me to the pub, buying me a drink, and watching Champions League football on the big screen.”
“Sounds like fun for you.”
“Not really, although sometimes he splashes out and buys me a bag of Bombay Mix.”
“Wow, last of the big spenders.”
She laughs. She looks even better smiling; there’s something in her eyes that sparks into life. After the laugh fades, she grows serious, takes another mouthful of drink and says,
“Sex isn’t any better. When I heard you and Kele…you know…doing it…I was so jealous. It was like that film with Meg Ryan, the one where she pretends to have an orgasm, and the woman at the next table says, ‘I’ll have what she’s having.’”
“I know the one.”
“Yeah, so I was sitting there listening to Kele screaming, and I thought I’ve never felt like that. I’ve never had an orgasm, never even wanted to shout ‘yes, yes,’ or anything like that.”
I try not to smile too much. We’re exactly where I thought the conversation would be. Alison had heard me and Kele fucking and wanted some of the same.
“It’s not good with Darren?” I ask.
“No.” Alison looks away, almost like she’s going to cry. “We have sex, but it’s just a fumble, stick it in, and ejaculate.”
“That’s not good for you.”
She can’t meet my gaze. Too embarrassed, or too ashamed. She’s twenty, attractive; she has a good figure. She deserves more and knows it.
I ask the obvious question. “Why did you give me your number?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“I want you to say it.”
“I want what Kele had. I want…” Alison trails off into silence.
“You want an orgasm,” I say, softly.
“Yes.”
“You want to be stripped, touched, licked, fucked.”
Alison gives a wordless nod, unable to look at me now. I hope she can’t see me getting hard. The thought of undressing her, revealing her pert breasts, and sucking on her nipples is making my heart pound. I cover myself with a long drink of lager that almost drains the glass.
“And what about me?” I ask.
“You?” Alison looks confused.
“Two people together should be a partnership, each giving the other as much pleasure as they can. What do you do with Darren?”
“I touch him, give a little rub.”
“And from what you say, he doesn’t go down on you.”
“Down? You mean like…”
“Oral sex,” I say, “licking you, sucking on your clitoris.”
“God, no, Darren says that’s dirty. He’d never do that.”
“And have you?”
Alison is like a rabbit caught in a spotlight. “Have I what?”
“Gone down on him. Sucked on his cock.”
She shakes her head and says in a small voice. “No.”
We sit in silence for a moment; I can see she’s thinking through the conversation. Alison gave me her number and arranged to meet me even though she has a boyfriend. She knows what happened between Kele and me, and part of her wants the same. I’m just waiting to see if the part that’s a loyal girlfriend and decent girl will win.
After enough time drifts by, I say, “Where do you live?”
“At home, with my parents.”
“So, it’s my place, then.”
Alison takes a breath. “Yes, I guess so.”
“You can change your mind at any time. Just say, and I can order an Uber for you.”
She finishes her drink and puts the glass on the table. “No, I’m here now. I like you, you’re good-looking, and you’re honest with me. I need this, I really do.”
“I live down by the river, in the Old Granary development. We can walk down now, if you want.”
“Yes.”
We leave the glasses on the table and head out. On the way, I ask about her family and her job, and Alison tells me she wants to go travelling. By the time we’re walking alongside the river, Alison is holding my hand. At the entrance to the building, I ask if she’s still okay to come up. Alison nods, I scan my fob to get in, and we walk up to my flat.
My place is open-plan; all polished floorboards and exposed brick walls. Alison walks around the space, looking out onto the river where a dragon boat team are training. I walk up behind her, place one hand on her hip, and the other brushes her ponytail to one side. I kiss the nape of her neck. Alison shivers and starts to turn. I stop her, continue to kiss her neck as I slip a hand around to her flat stomach. She leans into me, and I can feel her tight rear press against my hardening cock as my hand drifts up to cup a breast. Alison rests her head back on my shoulder, exposing more of her neck to my lips. I’ve got both hands around her now, crushing her breasts. Her nipples are hard enough to feel through her bra and blouse.
Alison turns in my arms, and we’re kissing, tongues exploring. I can cup her arse now, pull her into me. She can feel how hard I am, and groans into my mouth, breaking our kiss to look down.
“You’re bigger than Darren.” She’s breathless, placing a hand on the bulge in my jeans.
I let her feel the length; she bites her bottom lip as her hand cups my balls.
“Are you going to go down on me?” she asks.
“Yes.”
Alison doesn’t take her eyes off the outline of my shaft. “And do you want me to go down on you?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll try.”
“Okay.” I tilt her chin and kiss her again.
She’s still feeling my cock as I unbutton her blouse. Her skin is pale, and more freckles are dusting the slope of her breasts. I lean down and kiss them, trail my tongue up her neck. Alison shivers in my arms as I strip her blouse away. It falls to the floor as I half lift her, letting her long legs wrap around my waist and her arms around my shoulders. I carry her across to the sofa, place her down gently as I peel the straps of her bra down her arms. The cups follow, and her breasts appear. Alison’s nipples are small and tight, a rose colour to match her hair. My teeth find them, and I hear her hiss as I nibble gently upon them. I slip a hand under her and release her bra, and that ends up on the floor like her blouse.
For a moment, Alison is shy, hands covering her breasts as I kneel on the floor.
“Show me,” I say, and watch as she opens her arms. She’s beautiful, glowing now with her rising passion. Those nipples fill my mouth again as I suck as much of a breast in as I can. The heel of one hand is on her mound, rubbing her through her jeans. Alison is starting to pant, the deepening flush on her skin is reaching from her breasts up her neck and onto her face. I release the button on her jeans, ease the zip down and tug at the waistband. She’s watching me through hooded eyes, gauging my reaction as I see her pussy appear. She’s a natural redhead, but her need is obvious; the outer lips of her sex are spilling open, revealing the tender flesh beneath. I so want to taste her, but I fight the urge; Alison needs to be treated gently for now. The fucking can come later.
My lips graze her inner thighs. My fingertips stroke higher, teasing her with fleeting contact on her sex. Alison’s eyes are closed, but each touch makes her face twitch. When I kiss her mound, she sighs and opens her eyes.
“Touch your breasts,” I tell her. “Pinch your nipples.”
I watch her do as she’s told, neat white teeth bite her bottom lip as she rolls her nipples between thumb and forefinger. My hands stroke her thighs again, this time pausing when they reach the top, my thumbs pressing into her labia and opening her.
“Ohh…”
My tongue is next, pressing against her moist flesh, finding a path to the centre of her. Alison’s back arches. I drink some of her, suck at her sex until her clitoris is exposed. She’s panting now, my pursed lips on her clit, a finger probing her sex. Alison’s legs close on me, and I’m trapped in her grasp. The sound she makes is like a high whimper. I can see her fingers sinking into her breasts; her nipples are standing proud, aching to be sucked. I concentrate on her sex, licking at her clit, pushing a second finger into her.
“Oh, yes, yes…”
She’s there now, reaching out to clasp my head, using me like a toy on her sex. My mouth leaves her clit to be replaced by a finger, driving her to the edge as I seek one of those delicious nipples.
“Oh, I’m coming…oh…”
Alison is washed away in a tide of pleasure, voice a bundle of sounds and words that make no sense. I hold her as best I can, still with two fingers inside her, as she rocks on the sofa.
“Oh, god, stop, please, I can’t take any more…”
I let her glide down, slip my fingers from her and cup her sex in a comforting hand. Alison is breathing hard, skin flushed crimson like she’s just run a race. I kiss her.
“I said it.” She starts laughing. “I said yes, yes.”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone as happy to have an orgasm as Alison. She pulls me close for another kiss.
“Thank you.”
“Happy to help.” I’m thinking of myself now. Still fully dressed, cock hard and aching, trapped in my jeans.
I move back a little and lift my shirt over my head. Alison loses a little of her smile, watching as I stand and unbutton my jeans. I push them down, and my cock springs out, free at last. I strip the last of my clothes off and let her look at me.
“I know what you mean, now,” she says. “After what you’ve just done to me, I want to do the same to you.”
I sit beside her. Alison reaches out, running her hand down the solid shaft of my cock. She’s nervous, unsure what to do next.
“I want you,” I say to her. “Straddle me.”
Alison sits up. “Have you got a condom?”
“I’ve had a vasectomy.”
“And you want to do it here?”
“Yes, here.” I put an arm around her, easing her across my body.
“Like this?” Her knees are on either side of my hips. I hold my cock and lift it upright.
“Hold me,” I tell her, “guide me in.”
Cool fingers wrap around my cock as I release it to her. My hands slip beneath her, cupping her sexy bum and providing support as my cock probes her. Her weight carries her down, impaling her sex on my cock. I slide deep, her heat engulfing me. Alison falls against me, face pressing into my shoulder. We’re both on edge, my cock jerking inside her as muscles clasp it tight.
“Oh, god, I’ve never done it without a condom, it feels so hot.”
“Ride me,” I whisper into her ear.
Alison’s hips flex, and I help by lifting her. She slides up my cock with a sigh, slides back down with a sob. It’s all I can do to hold her. I want to fuck her, I want to drive my cock hard into her, but she’s taking it slow and the pleasure my cock is getting transfers to my balls.
“Faster…” I just about get the word out, my throat tight with need.
The squelch of her wet pussy taking my cock fills the room. Alison is working her hips and thighs, my fingers digging into the firm flesh of her butt.
“Oh, fuck, Alison…I’m cumming…”
My hands go to her hips, pull her down onto me so the lips of her pussy kiss my balls, and then I explode into her. Boiling heat wraps around my cock. Alison is bucking on me, nails scraping my shoulder. She’s climaxing with me, back arching to expose her breasts to my mouth as I pump and pump my cum into her.
We end in a tangle, lying on our sides, my cock still in her. At some point, her long red curls have come loose from their tie, and her hair is spilling out like a wave of lava around us. I get a hand on her arse again and ease her around until she’s spreadeagled on top of me. I stroke her back and kiss her neck through a curtain of hair.
“Oh, my god,” Alison stares at me with sparkling eyes. “Now I know what Kele felt like.”
“And Meg Ryan.”
“What? Oh, yes,” she laughs. “I’ll have what she’s having.”
We kiss. Alison settles onto me, seemingly happy to let me caress the shape of her spine. My cock softens and slips out of her. The sofa is comfortable but not perfect.
“Want to go through to my bed?” I ask.
“Really?” Alison lifts herself on her elbows. “I thought that was it.”
I smile and shake my head. “The night is still young.”
“I guess it is.” She slips off me. “Darren usually does it once and forgets about me.”
“I’m not Darren.”
“No,” she smiles, “you’re not.”
We walk to my bedroom holding hands, Alison leaning into me as we kiss and lie down. She’s lean, beautiful. I tell her to lie on her front and kiss her back down to the sexy bum. Her cheeks are tight and pert, my lips and fingers caress them and her thighs. Alison parts her legs, and I stroke her sex. She’s still wet and open. I play with her for a time, listening to the whimpers escaping her throat, watching the way her hips move as her need grows. Some instinct makes her rise onto all fours, arching back to expose her sex to me. Now I can find her clit, and Alison gives a little shout of pleasure as I tweak her button. This next orgasm is swift, my finger drilling her clit into her pubic bone. Her pussy spills fluid across my hand and down her thighs as she cums.
Alison sprawls on the bed, tucked into a foetal position. I’m kneeling beside her, caressing a thigh. It takes her a few minutes to recover and look at me, and when she does, it’s with an animal need.
“Your turn,” she says.
My cock is hard as I lie back. Alison kisses me, and then works down my body with lips and tongue, her trailing hair sending shivers of delight across my skin. When she reaches my cock, Alison hesitates. Her mouth is so close to my shaft I can feel the heat of her breath on my flesh. A hand curls around my cock and lifts it upright. First, her tongue, an exploratory lick. Second, her lips as she peels back the foreskin, and kisses my exposed crown. Then she slides my cock into her mouth with a soft slurp. Only the crown at first, tasting it, testing it. She releases it and leans back, studying the length and breadth of my shaft. I don’t make a sound, willing her to take it.
And then she does, working down the hard length, head moving, tongue twisting. Saliva spills down the shaft; she gurgles, sucks, and swallows saliva and pre-cum. My cock trembles in her mouth. I put my hand on the back of her head, tangle my fingers in her red curls. I want to pull her onto me, bury my cock in her throat, but this is her first time, and she’s doing a fucking grand job, and I’m not going to spoil it by being selfish.
“Alison,” I say through gritted teeth. “I’m cumming, you’re making me cum…”
She lifts off my cock, strands of saliva spilling and looping from her mouth to my shaft. Her hand works me, a slick movement on wet flesh.
“Oh, fuck, yes…”
Alison yelps as my cum splashes out. She’s never been this close to a man ejaculating before, leaning back and watching wide-eyed as I splatter sticky liquid across my chest and stomach.
“You, beautiful, sexy girl. That was incredible.”
Even now, she’s still a little shy. “I liked it,” she says. “Hot, sort of salty. It made my mouth water a lot.”
I can see she’s studying my cum, so I say, “Do you want to taste it?”
“I…” Alison thinks about it. “Maybe a little bit.”
There’s a strand caught on the bottom edge of my ribs. Her tongue licks it. Alison’s face scrunches up as my cum rests on her tongue. I see her throat move as she swallows.
“Good girl.” I stroke her hair.
“That was weird.” She’s studying the rest of my cum. “Not horrible, but not nice.”
“Something to get used to?” I suggest.
“I guess.”
I wait. Alison reaches a decision. She leans in and licks a little more from my chest and gives a little shiver as she swallows it.
“I think that’s enough,” she says.
“You are incredible.” I sit up and take her into my arms. “You threw away your inhibitions, and that was the best sex I have had in years.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” I kiss her.
“Better than Kele?”
“Kele was a quickie,” I say. “This was something more.”
We lie down. Alison settles against me, and I can feel my cum sliding between our bodies.
“I’ll have to go soon,” she says. “I have work tomorrow.”
I look at the ceiling and think carefully about what I’m going to say next.
“I hope this wasn’t a one-off,” I say.
I can feel Alison smile as she says, “Don’t worry, I’ve got your number.”
