Recently I met up with my friend Angela for lunch, we met regularly on a Thursday morning, she was slightly older than me, we had known each other for years, and we had a good friendship.
We talked about general things, how our businesses were doing, and of course about fashion, and men.
She had different tastes to me, preferring younger athletic types, but she was one of the few friends that actually knew my preference for older men.
Angela, kept her men friends as quiet secrets, and well away from me, as often when they met me, she would be subjected to lots of questions from them, which she found irritating, and a little unsettling.
During our meal she told me that she had to go abroad the following day on business, and would be away for the weekend.
Her fathers birthday fell on the Saturday, she had bought him a small present, but didn’t trust the post to get it to him on time. She asked if I would mind delivering it to his house on her behalf.
I knew her father quite well, he was a quiet but pleasant man, not given much to talking, almost taciturn, he had lost his wife, Angela’s mother, to illness a few years ago. I had gone to the funeral and remembered how upset he and Angela had been.
I asked, “how is he these days, is he alright with receiving visitors?”
Angela replied, “Yes, he’s mostly OK, he still has his quiet moments, but on the whole he’s happy enough.”
I said, “thats good to hear, I’m pleased he’s settling into a reasonably normal life, it’ll be a surprise for him to see me again, I haven’t had any contact with him since the funeral, do you think he’ll be alright, I don’t want to bring up any bad memories for him?”
“He’ll be fine, and I expect he’ll be pleased to see you again, as well,” she said.
“I’ll make sure I drop it round to him on Saturday morning then,” I said.
“I’ll text him later to let him know you be there” Angela said.
We finished our lunch, and went back to our respective jobs, and I took the parcel Angela had handed to me, back to the office.
I got home from work late that evening, carefully placing the package on my hall table, and after taking a quick, but refreshing shower, I went to bed, and fell asleep.
Friday morning came, I got up, showered, put on my business attire, and left for work. It was another long day, the monotony broken only by a text from Angela to let me know she was off, and reminding me to deliver her present to her Dad the following morning.
I arrived home late again that evening, made myself some supper, undressed, showered, and went to bed, after reading for a while, I fell soundly asleep.
The following morning, I woke, went down to my kitchen, brewed some coffee, and made some toast.
I went back upstairs and took a long shower, towelled myself dry, thinking of how to dress for the coming day. The only event I had in my diary was delivering Angela’s present.
I had no particular ideas in my mind, so I just put on some light perfume, and a little talc, then looked into my dressing room to decide what to wear.
It was going to be hot, so I dressed simply, in plain pale blue cotton panties, no bra, a loose pale blue cotton camisole, and a button through summer dress, dark cotton, printed with white flowers, and with the intention of staying cool, I went bare legged.
I put on my Sandals, and going to the front door, I picked up my car keys, plus the present, I set off to Angela’s father’s house.
He lived about 30 minutes away by car, I arrived outside his neat looking bungalow, at nearly 11:30am, and as I only intended to drop off the present, I parked by the kerb, got out, locked the car, and walked through the gate, up the path, and rang the doorbell.
It was getting quite hot as the morning sun rose, and I was grateful for the light breeze that blew through the cotton clothes I was wearing.
He opened the door, and said, “hello Michelle, I’ve been expecting you, it looks very warm out there, would you like to come in out of the heat, it’ll be nice to catch up with you after all this time?”
I nodded and stepped inside the hallway.
“It’s good to see you again Brian, its been a long time, you’re looking well,” I said.
I looked at him, I knew he was in his late 50’s, but he had kept himself in good condition, clean shaven, and had paid attention to his personal grooming, eyebrows trimmed, as was his ears and nostrils.
His hair was thick and dark brown, brushed back, and with flecks of silver at the sides.
He was taller than me, (that’s not difficult), but quite stocky, dressed in a white short sleeved shirt, grey chinos, and with bare feet, he looked better than I expected.
At 22, I had only recently discovered my predilection for older men, though having known him before that when I was younger, Side Escort I found Brian quite attractive, in fact very good looking, I had always liked him a lot, but I balanced this feeling with the thought that he was my friends father.
We went into the lounge, and I handed him Angela’s present, he said, “thank you, she told me that you would be bringing this.”
Putting it to one side, he motioned me to sit on the couch, and asked, “would you like a drink, its so warm, you must be thirsty?”
I replied, “yes please, a glass of water would be lovely”.
He smiled and asked. “still or sparkling?”
“Sparkling please,” I replied.
I put down my car keys onto the coffee table, kicked off my sandals, and settled into the couch, it was nice and comfortable.
He went to his kitchen, and opened his refrigerator, then came back with the bottle, and a glass, handing them both to me.
I said, “thank you, that’s nicely chilled”
“You’re welcome” he replied.
He sat down next to me, and as I opened the bottle, poured the water into the glass, and took a sip, it felt cool, and refreshing, I enjoyed the feeling of bubbles inside my mouth, while he watched me, relaxing back into the couch as he did so.
We engaged in some small talk, about the weather, the costs of living, work, etc, then he said, “its been a while since I’ve seen you, I must say you’ve grown up quite a bit.”
I said, “thank you, that’s very sweet of you to say.”
He looked at me carefully, judging my reactions, then said, “it’s nice to have a little company, will you be able to stay for a while?”
I replied, “Yes, I’ve got nothing else planned for this afternoon, I’d like to enjoy a bit of your birthday with you.”
He smiled, and I noticed he was looking towards my knees, I glanced down, and realised that the bottom button on my dress had come undone, and it had come open, the flap folded back over my legs, exposing quite a bit of my thighs.
I felt quite flattered by his attention, and felt a subtle stirring in my stomach.
He put his hand on my shoulder, and smiled at me, squeezing gently, he moved closer to me.
Without saying anything, he leaned into my neck, and gently ran his lips down it, it’s one of my most sensitive areas and I felt a strong thrill run through me.
He reached up and tilted my head back, then kissed me firmly on my mouth, I felt his tongue as it moved over my lips, and between my teeth, soft, and searching, I tasted the saltiness of his saliva, and almost melted, in a wave of pleasure
Our tongues twisted with each other, and I felt my excitement rising, as his lips worked against mine.
I still held the glass in my hand, so when he stopped kissing me, I stood up, took a small step forwards and placed it carefully on the coffee table.
He stood up behind me, and put his hands on my shoulders, kneading the base of my neck, then putting one arm around my chest, and the other round my waist, he pulled me towards him, and sat down on the couch, pulling me with him.
His hands moved up the front of my dress, exploring my stomach, and chest, arriving at my breasts, I could feel his fingers gently squeezing them, touching my, by now, hard erect nipples through the thin cotton of my clothes.
I put my legs outside his, tucking my feet behind his calves and I leaned back into his shoulder, as I felt his hands sliding up my thighs, pulling my dress up over my waist, I lifted my bottom up slightly so he could get my dress up at the back, then I sat back into his lap, putting my head to rest into his shoulder.
I could tell that he was very aroused, his hands stroked the inside of my thighs, and my lower belly, using circular movements, his lips and tongue moving up and down the side of my neck.
He lifted the waistband of my panties, then hooked his thumbs into the side of the legs where the elastic lace trimmed edges rested on my hips.
He pulled my panties down to my mid thighs, I lifted my legs up, and taking the underwear in my hands, I pulled them down to my feet, taking them off, and gently tossing them onto the coffee table, next to the glass,
Brian put his hand between my legs, moving it up to my groin, feeling my wetness, he took in a sharp breath, and sighed with anticipation.
He prompted me with his hand to lift my bottom up, then unhooked his waistband, undid his zip, and pulled his chinos and briefs down past his knees.
I sat back again, feeling the underside of his stiff penis pressing against the crease of my my bum, and his pubic hair against my soft skin.
He pulled my legs apart, reached between them, and as I lifted myself again, he pulled his cock through underneath me, and let it slap back against my pussy.
I looked down to see his penis sticking up between Side Escort Bayan my thighs, it felt warm and stiff, and there was clear pre-cum, trickling from it.
It wasn’t overly big in length, but was really thick, the tip was deep purple, and his rim was flared out, it throbbed in time with his heartbeat.
I felt a flutter of excitement and a touch of anxiety, as I looked at it, I knew I was really going to feel that as it went in.
I reached down, and taking hold of his shaft, I guided the tip into my wet, open vagina, he pushed in smoothly, I felt myself stretch open wide, and with a sharp pain, he slipped past my muscle, and went in deep, leaving me feeling as though he was filling me with that thick penis.
Brian held my hips. lifted me slightly, and began thrusting, quickly, urgently, and with short powerful strokes, I felt his belly slapping against my buttocks.
I started to wriggle my hips, feeling him widening my vagina with each thrust. He was breathing fast and heavy, in rhythm with each thrust.
I took in short breaths, and making a soft moaning noise as I exhaled each time.
I was so wet that I was soaking Brians lap with my natural lubricant, and as he pumped himself deep inside me, he was making sharp gasps each slightly stronger than the last.
Suddenly he stiffened, and arching his back, causing me to clench his shaft with my pussy, he ejaculated, strong, powerful and profuse, he jerked several times, pumping hot semen deep into me.
As he shuddered his final spurt into me, he stopped moving, and breathing hard, we both relaxed, and I fell back against his chest, I hadn’t orgasmed, but I had enjoyed the quick, vigorous unexpected rawness of it.
We sat there together, as he slowly lost his stiffness, and his penis slipped out of me, a warm flow of his semen ran out of him, onto my thighs and buttocks, it smelt pleasantly rich, earthy and very fertile.
After 15 minutes or so, I stood up and reached for a tissue, to wipe the inside of my thighs, and picked up my panties.
I heard Brian stand up behind me, pull up his trousers and briefs, fastening his waistband.
He reached out from behind me, and gathered me up in his arms, lifting me up to his chest, my dress falling back along my body to my breasts, the material hanging down underneath me, and he kissed my belly as he pulled me in close.
He carried me to the back of his bungalow, to his bedroom, laying me onto his bed.
He undid the buttons of my dress, pulling it open, I dropped my panties onto the floor, he took my dress off completely and removed my camisole, so that I lay there completely naked.
As I lay there, completely exposed to his calm gaze, I felt very open, and vulnerable.
Brian took off his shirt, then his chinos and briefs, I saw he was powerfully erect again, his cock thick and throbbing, and he had a look of strong hungry desire in his eyes.
“Now we’ll do it properly,” he said.
“Oh yes please,” I answered.
He climbed onto the bed, positioned himself between my legs, kissed me, held my hips then entered me quickly, and purposefully, again I felt myself flinch, and stretch wide, as he filled my vagina with his thick penis.
I raised my knees, gripping his hips tightly between them, crossing my legs at the ankles over his upper thighs, I held his ribs with my hands, digging my fingers in firmly.
He put his hands under my upper arms, holding both shoulders, and taking the weight on his elbows and knees, I felt his chest and stomach, gently rubbing on my breasts, stomach and belly.
He set about me, quickly, thrusting hard and fast, plunging deeper with each stroke, the bed, rattled and sqeaked, while the headboard banged rapidly against the wall, keeping up a rhythmic timing, matching Brian’s strong powelful thrusts.
I was impressed by his strength, stamina, and endurance, it seemed he wouldn’t be able to slow down, or even stop.
I felt myself starting to get tension in my vagina, and I realised I was going to orgasm, fast and strongly.
Brian felt me tensing, and pushed himself faster and harder, until I felt the release of my orgasm. overwhelming my vagina, uterus and stomach, as they clenched and pulsating with each wave of pleasure. I screamed loudly as I reached my climax.
Brian ejaculated inside me again, with a long deep groan, filling me with hot semen, as it sprayed into me, I felt completely fulfilled.
We lay for a few moments as we caught our breath, then he pulled his cock out, and we moved apart, he clearly enjoyed the sweet musky natural scent of our combined body fluids, as he pressed his face into my pubis, and breathed them in deeply.
We kissed and cuddled for a while, there was no talking, and although we kissed passionately, he didn’t try to Escort Side give me oral, he didn’t really like it.
I reached out and gently stroked his penis, it was firm and slippery from our combined juices, this prompted him get very stiff, and to mount and enter me again, having me, totally, fast, and hard, and I had another powerful orgasm, as did he.
I had never taken good sex like this before, I normally prefer long slow deep strokes, but I really enjoyed what he was doing to me, the frequency and energy of the fast, powerful thrusting, was exciting and extremely enjoyable.
Although my head was laid back leaning into the pillow, I opened my eyes from time to time, to see that he was watching my face, intently, smiling, and clearly enjoying my almost complete helplessness, as his pelvis ground onto me, pressing deep, and making small circular movements with each thrust.
We spent most of the early afternoon fucking hard, vigorously, and often, until completely exhausted from our efforts, we fell apart, and slept deeply for several hours.
We woke in the mid afternoon, kissed and stroked each other, and I said, “this has been lovely, but I have to go soon.”
He said, “I understand, but thank you for such a wonderful visit, it was terrific, I hope the surprise wasn’t to much of a shock for you.”
I answered, “well, it was completely unexpected, I was just dropping off Angela’s parcel, I didn’t expect to get taken so suddenly like that by you, it was wonderful.”
He said, “sometimes, you have to act in the moment, I wasn’t expecting it either.”
“It was a great way to spend my birthday, particularly as I was expecting to be alone today.” He added.
I asked, “may I use your shower, to freshen up before I go?”
He answered, “yes, by all means, I’ll come in with you if you don’t mind.”
He handed me a shower cap, and I put it on, tucking my long hair carefully into it.
We took a quick shower, kissing each other gently as Brian washed himself off, I saw that although his penis was hanging there flaccid, it was still very thick, and I shuddered as I realised that I had taken all of it inside me.
I luxuriated in the warm soothing water, running over my neck, and shoulders, flowing down my back, and belly, over the cheeks of my bottom, then down the inside of my thighs, finishing, I stepped out of the shower, and towelled myself dry,
I went back into the bedroom and gathered up my clothes, dressed, went to the lounge and putting on my sandals, picked up my car keys, I paused to kiss him, then made for the hallway.
He kissed me again, long and with passion, smiled and opened the front door for me, I walked down the path, unlocked my car, got in and drove away.
I got home, my legs feeling weak, my knees were like jelly, my pussy feeling slightly sore, and my stomach pulsing with waves of mild pleasure, but I was completely fulfilled
I went to my bathroom, used the toilet, and with a hand mirror, checked my pussy to reassure myself that his thick penis hadn’t ruined me, it was mildly aroused, but still small, firm and attractive.
I spent the rest of the afternoon resting, and replaying the memories of being with Brian that morning.
I went to work the following week, feeling physically good, relaxed and comfortable, though still a little raw and sensitive from the pounding Brian had given me.
Angela sent me a text asking if I had delivered her present to her father on Saturday as agreed, I replied that I had, and we made arrangements to have lunch together on Thursday that week.
We met at our usual cafe, ordered light salads, and discussed our respective weeks, Angela had enjoyed a good business trip, it had been successful and she had taken on some new work, so she was pleased with herself.
I discussed some of the work I was doing with contract reviews, and we gossiped lightly about people we knew, giggling a little as we discussed the more intimate knowledge of their behaviour.
We both enjoyed our lunch and conversation, taking the opportunity to arrange to meet again the following week.
As we left the cafe, Angela said, “thanks for delivering my present to Dad.”
I replied, “it was no problem, it was nice to see him again, I hope he liked your gift.”
She gave me a cheeky grin, and a sly wink, then said, “Oh yes, he liked it very much, it was such an enjoyable surprise for him to see you again.”
We parted and returned to our respective work, as I walked back towards my office, it slowly dawned on me, I didn’t actually get to see what the present was, and remembering Angela’s wink, realised that the parcel was a subterfuge, and that I was her present to him, one that he really enjoyed as well, and in fairness so had I.
I wondered how many other friends of Angela had been giving to her Dad, and whether they would have such warm and satisfying memories of sharing his birthday, as I did.
I saved the thoughts for a rainy day, and idly wondered if I might return one morning sometime in the future, to surprise him again.