we have chatted, talked on the phone, traded pictures, and text messaged for almost a year. we have traded sexual fanatsies over that time as well as so many other things. Finally I was headed to the state she lived for a conference. I wanted nothing more then to meet the woman that has crawled into and infested in my thoughts and dreams.
during the six hour flight i can do nothing but figet, trying to hide the hardon I have been carrying since we IM’ed back and forth setting up a time to meet. she is to pick me up at the airport, i will take her out to dinner, and then . . . .
in the airplane bathroom, i try and jerk off to release a little pressure, but it is useless. my hard cock won’t relent to my hand and naughty thoughts. it wants her more then it has wanted any of the little sluts i have had over the years. i i even have a couple of drinks, but it only seems to make matters worse.
i literally shove my way off the plane, it is all a little too much at this point. finally meeting her after all these months. i race out of the gate and look around to find her. as my eyes scan the crowd searching for her. I know her face, but other then that. . . i have to take a double-take suddenly, as i see her face, but – oh my god. i knew she was a tease and could push all boudaries, but this is almost too much for even me to take.
to set the scene for a moment if you please, I am older with a graying head of hair. she is 9 years my junior and with the way she is dressed she could be 19 years my junior. I can feel myself blush as she yells out “here I am daddy!” and runs up to me throwing her arms around me. before I can react, i feel her lips crushing against mine and her tongue exploring my mouth. i don’t think, but shove my tongue against hers.
as I open my eyes, i see many people staring at us. suddenly it hits me what they might be thinking. as i realize i reach behind her and grab her ass, squeezing it; feeling it for the first time. we break our embrase long enough for me to ask “how is daddy’s little sweetpea?” as our hands continue to explore one another, or at least as much as we can in public.
she is dressed up as the cliche little school girl; her hair in a pony tail, with knee high socks, a plaid skirt and a white shirt, but only with enough buttons to contain her massive tits. not one more then is needed and showing off her clevage. my poor cock that has been half hard just thinking about her voice is now fully hard and wanting to fuck the living shit out of her. as we walk out of the airport, we soak up each odd stare and disparaging comment – we live for them at this point.
at the baggage claim things escalate a little more. biting her lower lip she stares in my eyes and grabs my crotch quickly, just for a moment, but enough to make me almost cream my pants.
“mmm daddy brought me a present.?” it was both a question and a statement. the old lady next to just rolled her eyes in digust and walked away from us. at the same time i notice another man looking at us with curosrity. as i locked stares with him, i kissed her on the lips again, grabbing her ass and squeezing. “yes sweetpea i brought you a special present” saying it loud enough for people in prociminty to hear us.
in the taxi on the way to my hotel was unbearable. i kept on grabbing at her legs and she kept on slapping my hands.
“daddy i am not that kind of girl”
“daddy why do you keep on doing that?”
“daddy you aren’t supposed to do that to me”
once we finally got to the hotel and made it to the front desk it was almost the living end.
as i tried to check in her hands were all over me.
“how many sir?” the clerck asks.
“uh, two – two queen beds please” i responde
then i hear her pipe up “but daddy, i want to . . . “
“two beds please” i raise my voice hoping he won’t hear her. work is paying for the room and the last thing I need is for the clerck to be phoning about some aging pervet taking little girls up to his room. but that doesn’t keep the clerk from looking at the both of us with an odd look.
i guess in retribution for quieting her, she slides her hand over my hardened cock. it is all i can do to keep a straight face. “FUCKING BITCH” screams in my head as I want nothing more then to bend her over right here and now and fuck my little sweetpea.
finally we get into the evleator and start our journey up. floor after floor skips by, there is a sigh in my head that we just might make up to the room before someone stops it and joins us. “FUCK” why did I think that thought, it is like karma or something as it dings, stops, and the doors open. a younger couple enters and pushes a button for the floor they want. i look down into her eyes, she stares back biting her lips and smiling that wicked grin only she can.
“daddy, can we practice tonight? can I try and make you squirt your baby juice?” as she looks back up with her puppy dog eyes.
i can feel the blood rush to my face, hell, i can feel my body become flush over her words and the inflection of her voice. is the flushness from her words or from the stare i am getting from the couple. once i get ahold of myself, i stare back at them, lock my lips on my little sweetpea, pull away and respond “baby girl we will practice until you get it right”.
they both spin around and stare at the door, the women lets out a sigh of disgust while the man gives me a second look. i just smile back at him. he tries to smile back, but his wife hits him in the arm as he tries. it makes me smile even more as i place my hand on her ass, squeezing hard enough she give a little squeal. as they leave, i swear i can hear her calling me a perv under her breath.
what seems like forever we finally make it to my room. once inside we lock in an embrace i have not expreienced since college. i want nothing more then to rip every stitch of clothing from her flesh and fuck the every loving shit out of her; but this is also the first time i have seen her and want to soak up every moment and make it last.
there is that first time, that first experience, the one you will always think about and never, ever be able to recreate again in life. too often i have been to hasty in life, but this time i want to savor it all – like a fine bottle of wine or a most succulent meal.
as i lean back on the bed, i tell her to “dance for daddy sweetpea – show me how you dance when you go out on the weekends”
slowly her hips sway back and forth to a song in her head. i want to know what she hears, what seductive beat she is listening to as i watch her hips move. her hands hiking up her skirt showing me a little more leg, a little but not all. her hand moves to her breast, cupping it, feeling it, her other hand running up her neck and through her hair.
i turn on the tv to the music station, goldfrapp is playing and i watch as her motions adjust to the new rhytm of the music.
“mmm – honey, sweetpea, do you want to practice on daddy?”
her hips and body keep on moving, but her eyes lock with mine.
“can i daddy? i have been trying to get better like you want me to”
“come her love and show me how you good you have gotten”
she shayes her way over to me on the bed, hiking up her skirt so that i can see the wet cotton panties underneath. kneeling down before me. her hands pulling at my belt, tugging at the buttons of my jeans. my cock spring up almost slapping her in the face.
“is daddy glad to see me?” she asks
a low moan is the best response i can provide as her lips envolpe my cock and slide down the shaft.