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I first met him by chance. Or so it seemed at the time. I think it was something he did, going around and hitting up girls my age. He was older, much older than me and at the time I only saw him as someone who was close to my dad’s age. But it was the way he spoke, his wisdom, his experience, that got me interested in having dinner with him. I should have been more careful, but it wasn’t that I was against it; it just felt taboo at the time before it happened.He was a handsome man, close to forty years old and he knew that he looked good. He bragged about the things he had accomplished but he was also fun and he made me laugh. He did have a good knowledge about the financial world which was something I had almost been interested in. I was twenty-one at the time and though I have had my share of experiences, they all were with guys around my age.We were sitting quite close in a secluded part of the restaurant, away from prying eyes. Initially we had been sitting across from each other but as he returned back from the bathroom, he slipped into the booth beside me. I didn’t object after being on my third glass of whiskey. Although I am used to drinking, I had to admit that I was tipsy at the time even though I would never have admitted to being in that state.I enjoyed his attention as he complimented how beautiful I looked. His hand brushed the hair away from my face as we talked, and he lightly massaged my neck when I complained it hurt from staring at the computer all day. He had magical fingers as he kneaded the sore muscles at the base of my neck.He then left his arm around me as we were talking and started to rub my left shoulder.“Okay—well, once we’ve finished off these drinks, what say we walk out of here together?” He ran a finger over my wrist so lightly it made the tiny hairs there prickle.“You know somewhere else we can go?” I asked.“The only place I know is my condo not far from here. We could relax and have some privacy there, unless you care to suggest somewhere better.” I opened my mouth, but panic and excitement stalled any words. “Is that terribly forward of me, Bonnie?”“Yes,” I said, laughing in my nervousness. “Yes, it is.”“So does that mean you’re saying no to the idea?”He delivered the line with such lightness of touch that it disarmed me. “No. I mean, I’m not saying ‘no’. Not necessarily …” He smiled and swigged his whiskey. I sipped my drink and eyed him over the glass, hoping that the thumping in my chest wasn’t betrayed by any giveaway tics on my face. The taste of danger was stronger in my mouth than that of the mint.“Drink up,” he said.I swallowed the rest of my drink, enjoying the effects of the alcohol as it slipped down my throat.“Come on. Let’s go?” he proffered, standing up and offering me his hand.His smile drew out mine. I took his hand, rising and floated from the restaurant with this handsome stranger by my side. We walked the short distance out onto the sidewalk where he had already booked a Grab. He opened the back door for me and I slipped into the car’s rear and enjoyed the frisson as my companion rested his frame next to me.He gave directions to his place which was not far from where we just had dinner.Already the car had slipped out from the kerbside into the stream of car lights. He ran a finger lightly over my cheekbone and I clutched my purse to disguise the extent to which my body was trembling. “I know what you’re thinking ‘How the hell did I end up in a cab with a man twice my age who I don’t even know?’ Am I right?”“Maybe,” I said. My eyes did not shift from his, however thunderous my heartbeat. “A little.”“Are you a good girl, Bonnie?” he asked, his eyes looking intently into mine.My eyes did not shift from his as my heart thundered in my chest. I knew where the night would be heading. I could walk away if bursa escort I wanted, but did I really want to? I endeavored to retain my cool, if I had any to begin with.“What do you think?”His palm flexed to cradle the side of my face and he leaned in to put his lips on mine before I had time to react. The taste of Scotch was fresh and sour on his tongue, and his aftershave was sharp in my nostrils. The kiss was firm, slow and rhythmic, drawing from me a full-mouthed response as my body melted into his Armani-wrapped frame. His restrained hunger absorbed my senses and blotted out all sensible thought till his mouth broke from mine.“I think,” he told me, fingers still caressing my face, “that that was a good-girl kiss. Very pleasant, but good-girl nonetheless.”My response was instinctive. I didn’t want to be a good girl anymore. Gripping his face with both hands, I kissed his mouth hard, plunging my tongue and lapping at his, my body pressing close to his, not caring if the Grab driver saw. My heart rate surged from my boldness with this man almost twice my age. When I let go of him, I was panting with the rush, but bit my bottom lip to disguise it. “What about that one?”“Definite bad-girl potential,” he said, voice heavy with approval.Conversation was tough in the circumstances. I was still in my office outfit of a white blouse and black jeans that hugged my waist nicely.The front door closed behind us and his lips were on mine before I even knew what was happening. His ferocity was terrifying at the beginning until I warmed up to his tempo. I had never had a man react so quickly to me before.His hands ran through my hair, pushing it away from my face, before coming to rest, one at the nape of my neck and the other at the base of my spine. I shuddered against him, winding my arms up over his powerful shoulders. He pressed me back against the nearest wall and I heard my purse fall to the ground. I pulled at the tie around his neck and finally threw it away from him before proceeding to undo his stubborn shirt buttons. I struggled for a moment before he stopped and pushed my hands away, tearing at the expensive-looking shirt and shrugging both that and his black jacket onto the cool marble floor. I caressed his chest in turn, grazing his hardened nipple with the tip of my finger. The thought of pressing bare skin to bare skin had my heart pounding.He crushed his lips back to mine, and undid the buttons of my own blouse with nimble and skilled fingers. I wondered, momentarily, how often he had done this before, but soon dismissed it from my mind as suddenly his large, firm hand clasped around my left breast and I gasped against his mouth. He groaned into my mouth and I felt his tongue tangle with mine, battling together.“You’re so beautiful, Bonnie. So fucking sexy,” he murmured, dragging his lips away and kissing down my throat.I breathed heavily, tilting my head to the side as his mouth nipped and bit my skin. He shifted his body, easing one of his legs between mine. He lifted his knee and rubbed me with the top of his thigh, the movement so deliberate and sensual that I couldn’t help but moan. I pressed down harder just to increase the sensation, overcome with the feelings he roused in me.He reached behind me to unclasp my bra. The lace loosened across my breasts and I gasped when he pulled himself slightly away from me. His eyes remained on me until he began to slide the straps down my arms. He seemed to savour each new discovery as more and more of my body was revealed, with his attention leaving me feeling cherished and wanted.He let the bra fall to the floor then swept his palms over my bare breasts, his thumbs brushing my nipples. “You are breathtaking,” he said with a roughened edge to his voice, dipping his head lower.I shivered and let out a bursa escort bayan shaky sigh, unable to speak. His hands smoothed around to my lower back, applying the pressure necessary to bring me into contact with his mouth. I revelled in the feel of his rasping stubble, the warmth of his lips and tongue.He gave my nipple a firm suck, then flicked his tongue over the moistened bud. Pleasure rushed through me and my mouth fell open, my deep breaths filling the silence. He moved to my other breast, teasing me with painstaking attention to detail.I floated in a sensual haze, my fingers stroking through his hair while I listened to his contented hum. He pulled away slightly and kept my nipple imprisoned between his lips, tugging until my back bowed and I cried out with pleasure. I clutched him to me, my mind clouded with sensations. The encounter still felt surreal, like the most fantastic of dreams.He moved me away from the wall and deeper into the house. He kissed my nipple and turned with me until I felt the backs of my legs meet the edge of the table. With a supporting palm between my shoulder blades, he guided me onto the dining table in his house. My legs dangled over the side and I parted them so he could step in between.“You know, I have wanted you since the first day we met. But I wanted to be a gentleman with you. Take you out to dinner first, spend some more time with you and get to know you better. And I am glad that I am getting to know you even better now,” he said with a half-smile as he ran a fingertip between my breasts.A feeling of wildness tore through me. I wanted to shove myself up to a sitting position and make a grab for him. The only thing stopping me was the temptation to continue on with the sweet torture, to let him set the pace.He swirled his fingers over my body, circling my nipples, teasing my navel. My hips shifted restlessly. He captured my nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, rolling the engorged nubs back and forth in a way that sent tingling sensations travelling through me. I had reached the point now where I needed more, where the touch of his hands wasn’t enough.“I want you.” I had reached the point now where I needed more, where the touch of his hands wasn’t enough.His breath left him in a whoosh and he moved his hands from my breasts to the button on my jeans. With a flick of his fingers it popped open, then he began working on my zipper. I smiled even though I had never expected to want to smile during a moment like this. Urgency nagged at me but there was also the need to drag it out, to savour every second with him in case it turned out to be the first and last time we were together in this way.“God, when you look at me like that…” he paused as if searching for the right words, then shook his head and gripped the waistband of my jeans. He tugged them swiftly down my thighs, catching my panties up in the movement and dragging them along, too. I gasped at my sudden nakedness, my eyes flicking to his face to check his reaction.His expression grew hungry, his eyes filling with desire. He pulled a chair closer and sat on the edge, his gaze meeting mine as he slid his palms over my knees. “I like that you’re not trying to hide from me,” he said.I watched in a trance-like state as his palms slid along my inner thighs. He spread my legs and I sighed, surrendering myself to the moment. I lay before him naked while he remained mostly dressed and in control, but it didn’t matter when he looked at me that way.His hand slid to the top of my thigh, the tip of his finger trailing over me intimately. Just that simple touch had me shuddering with pleasure.He lifted my legs and propped one foot on each of his shoulders, pushing my knees even further apart. Desire throbbed inside me and cool air invaded my inner thighs. escort bursa He pressed his lips to the soft skin on the inside of my knee, the graze of his stubble causing me to writhe against the tabletop. He smiled and began leaving a trail of lingering kisses on the inside of my thigh, reaching higher and higher until I was left with no doubt about his intended destination.I stroked my stomach and skimmed my palms over my ribs, torn between watching him and closing my eyes to focus on the way he made me feel. He slid his hands beneath me, cupping my buttocks and lifting my hips to his waiting mouth. I had never had much luck with this in the past, the efforts of other men never having pushed me to any intense climax. I had high hopes for him, though, and clasped my breasts as I waited. I let out a guttural moan when his tongue made one long, firm lick along my moistened cleft.My hips lifted from his hands and he groaned against my wet flesh. He gripped me harder, his tongue trailing over me again. I cried out with pleasure, pushing against his mouth to deepen the contact.“Oh, my God,” I said as he traced my outer lips then dipped inside my folds. His mouth moved over me slowly, his tongue circling my clit. I massaged one of my breasts while my other hand moved down to tangle in his hair. My thighs relaxed out to the sides as he pleasured me, my mind filling with all the thoughts of what I wanted to do to him later.He surprised me by sucking on my clit and the pressure of his lips drew a strangled cry from me. I heard his laughing groan as he eased my heels from his shoulders. He let my feet come to rest on his upper thighs then slipped two fingers inside me, slowly pumping in and out while he went back to teasing me with his tongue. My eyes closed and I grabbed my breasts, squeezing hard as he kept up his attention. He built the intensity, working on me until I couldn’t control my reactions any longer.My eyes snapped open and my back arched. My shocked moan echoed through the room. I fell apart in his hands, trembling, whimpering. It seemed to go on and on, the pleasure thrumming inside me. The growling sound that came from him had me shuddering again before I finally collapsed against the table.I draped my arm over my forehead, breathless and in awe. He barely gave me any time to recover before leaving a smacking kiss on the inside of my thigh and standing in front of me to unfasten the button on his pants. Once he had lowered the zipper and freed his erection, he stared down at me. I gasped at the look in his eyes, my gaze dropping to take in the sight of his long fingers wrapped loosely around his shaft.Rather than slide inside me right then like I had expected him to, he surprised me by lifting my upper body from the table. He lowered himself to the chair and pulled me down with him, encouraging me to straddle his thighs. When we were seated, his hand dipped between our bodies and he slowly guided his cock inside me.My hands rested on his shoulders and my eyes locked with his as he filled me. I bit my lower lip and felt my breathing slow. My heart thudded a steady beat, my body stretching to accommodate his length. I watched his expression as our bodies joined. His eyes were hard and filled with desire, his mouth still glistening with my moisture. I leaned in and flicked my tongue over his lip, tasting myself.“You feel so good…” I said, gasping for breath.“God, Bonnie, you have no idea…” He looked like he had more to say but then he clamped his hands either side of my face and claimed my mouth instead. The kiss went on and on, leaving me thrilled and wanting as his hips lifted to meet my downward movements. I writhed against him, stretching up on my toes then sinking deep. Every time he thrust into me, the connection between us, the heat and excitement, opened my eyes to the fact that I had never experienced anything like this with another man. I just wanted more and more. This is what experience showed, and his older age meant he treated me better than I have ever felt.
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