1 comments/ 8466 views/ 1 favorites My First Ch. 02 By: Hoping2makeit Author's Note and Disclaimer: This is not a real story. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. -------------------------------------- I remember when she first started working for me. She was a student worker for my division at LAX. I was friends with her mom, and we had even gone drinking on many occasions. Even though she was young, she was pretty attractive. At twenty years old, she was nicely filled out. I estimated her cup size to be a C, and she had a pretty big butt. I don't know how many times I've fantasized about gripping her ass while pounding into her. She was on the short side, no taller than 5'3". Her dark chocolate skin was smooth and looked soft. I had to wait though. Twenty was too young. That didn't stop me from admiring her. She was sweet and innocent. It was hard not to be pulled in by her. She was funny and had a great smile. I knew I had to tread carefully with her. Her mother was a momma bear, and she would kill me if I corrupted her little girl. I don't even want to think about what her dad would have done to me. Dalilah was her name, and it suited her. Just to mess with her, I called her Lilah. She would say that she hated, but I knew that she secretly loved it. I must admit, I did cross a few inappropriate lines when she was young. I was little too touchy. When I would talk to her, I would touch her arm. Small things like that, but then I started to notice that it made her uncomfortable. So I stopped. I also made the mistake by asking her several times to go drinking with me once she turned twenty-one. She refused immediately whenever I asked. Her distrust of me was obvious, so eventually I stopped asking. I didn't want to end up at a sexual harassment seminar. One time I was talking to her boss about relationships, and I asked her about her past relationships. Then I asked her if she was a heartbreaker. I swear her eyes became the size of saucers. It was inappropriate, and I'm lucky I didn't get in trouble for it. She was so tempting. The forbidden fruit. I wondered if she was a virgin. I'd pretty much do anything to find out. Too bad she wasn't interested in drinking with me. If she was talkative like her mother, I would find out all kinds of things about her. It would be another year before I saw her drink. But we'll get to that later. Right now, I have her sleeping figure in my arms. She kept moving in her sleep, which made it nearly impossible for me to hold her. She eventually stopped, and I was able to spoon her. I could feel her curves pressing against my body. I could feel my lower half responding to her womanly figure. I moved hips away so she couldn't feel it. I'd have to wait a week before I could fuck her again. Last night had felt so good and right. She was hot and tight. It had been pure hell not being able to move once I was inside her. I knew she had been in a lot of pain, so I tried to make it as pleasurable for her as possible. Once she got into it, it made things so much easier. The nail marks she left on my body were starting to itch. It didn't bother me much. If it meant that I got to fuck her again, then I would be perfectly happy to let her do it again. All of a sudden, my alarm started blaring. I vaulted out of bed to shut the damn thing off, but it was too late. She was starting to wake up. "What time is it?" her tired voice said. "4:30 in the morning. Go back to sleep," I said and pulled the comforter over her naked body. She stretched and yawned and curled into the comforter. I really needed to remember not to set my alarm on the weekends. If she wasn't sore, I would have gotten back in bed with her and take care of my morning problem. I opted for a shower instead. I jerked off quickly as the cold water pelted my body. My release was nowhere near as satisfying as last night. I don't think that anything could compare to that. When I came out wrapped in nothing but a towel, she was getting dressed. Her back was to me, and I caught sight of the little star tattoo on her lower back. I had forgotten about her tattoos. I think she told me it was a pentagram or something. She bent over to pick her shirt up, and I came up behind her. I rested my hand on her back and slowly caressed it with my thumb. She stood up straight and turned around to face me. "Good morning." I watched as she pulled her shirt on. I'd rather see it off. "Regretting last night, already?" I asked jokingly. She didn't return my smile. "It's not that. I just want to go home. I'm sore and achy, and I just want to soak in my tub. At my home," she emphasized. Instead of replying, I pulled her in for a kiss. A long deep kiss. Her moan made me stand at attention. Once she felt my excitement, she pulled away. "Stop. I need to go home," she said. "You sure? You can stay if you want," I suggested. She shook her head stepped away from me. I noticed her body stiffen as she took steps towards the bedroom door. "Look, you can barely walk without hurting. Just stay for a few more hours and sleep it off." "I'm fine," she said and left the room. I followed her to the living room where she grabbed her purse and searched it for her keys. "Did I do something wrong? You seemed to enjoy last night if I recall correctly," I said. She looks up and gives me a forced smile. "I did enjoy last night. A lot." She grabbed her keys and headed out the door. "See you at work," she called out. The door shut behind her, leaving me to wonder what went wrong. My First Ch. 03 Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait! Enjoy this chapter! ------------------------------------------------- It's a week later, and I'm feeling fine. I'm no longer sore, and I'm very eager to sleep with him again. I admit, I was ready the morning after, but it was too much to take in at once. I'd been a virgin for twenty-five years with the intention of waiting until marriage. Well, atleast I made it this long. I send him a text to let him know that I'm ready. God, I want to feel his lips on my body again. He responds back letting me know that he'll meet me at my place tonight. We don't talk much at work. Every now and then, he comes to our division just to bug us. He's one of those employed that they call "retired on the job." Plus he's lonely. Two divorces can do that to a man. He has three children whom he loves dearly. They are all a few years younger than me. It doesn't bother me because we're not serious. It's just sex, and that's all we both want. I leave work as soon as my time is done. As soon as I get home, I do the three Ss. Shit, shower, and shave. I spray some light perfume on my body, and choose a simple black negligee. I wear it when I answer the door, and we don't even make it to the bedroom. He's still fully dressed in his work clothes, but he doesn't let that stop him. He has me on my couch, and within seconds my negligee is pulled off. His hands cover my breasts, his fingers rolling my nipples as he places kisses on my neck. I mewl, moan, and encourage him on. I hook my leg around his waist and am irritated by how many clothes he's wearing. His pants graze my clit, and I rub against him. "Clothes off," I demand. He wastes no time in obliging me. Soon, I feel his bare skin against my body. I would savor the feeling, but I'm demanding and horny. I reach down and grasp his member. He swears and nips my lip. I hook both legs around his body and use momentum to turn us over. I'm straddling his waist, and I can feel his cock against my pussy. I slide against him, and we both groan. I want him so badly, but first I want to taste him. He didn't give me a chance last week. I turn around and bend down to take his member in my mouth. He lets out string of curses as I suck on the head and let my tongue swirl around the tip. I treat his dick like a popsicle and am rewarded with his moans. I feel his hands on my thighs, and he's pulling them apart. He pulls my lower body close, and then I feel his tongue on my pussy. I groan onto his dick, I know he loves the vibrations. I feel his mouth move away from my pussy, and I'm confused. "Get off the couch for a second," he orders. He moves off the couch and lays me down on it. He fishes through his clothes for something. He pulls out a foil packet and rips it open. He rolls it onto his cock while muttering, "I hate these fucking things." I'm curious as to what it will feel like when he uses a condom. I don't have to wonder for long. He climbs on top of me and rubs his tip against my entrance. I take a deep breath, and he plunges into me swiftly. I feel so full and sensitive. The condom is ribbed, and it rubs against me with every breath he takes. "Move," I moan, trying to rock against him. He pulls out partly and sinks back in. The feeling is delightful as I feel him rubbing my insides. There is no pain, only slight discomfort. I barely notice because I am too focused on the pleasure. He moves at a slow pace, driving me wild with his teasing. "Harder," I beg. "I don't want to hurt you," he replies and continues his torturous pace. "You won't. Please, fuck me harder," I moan. He increases the force of his thrusts, and I'm riding a pleasure wave. He stops for a moment to grab my throw pillow. He slides it underneath my lower back, and thrusts into me again. He hits some point that makes me lose my mind. I breathe hard. "Do that again." He does, and I let out a strangled cry. The sensation. Oh god, I won't last long. He really starts fucking me hard, and I love it. He's pushing me closer to the edge, and I'm waiting for it with open arms. He slams into me again, and I'm lost. All the colors of the rainbow flash before my eyes. My voice is hoarse, and my entire body is trembling with pleasure. I barely feel his lips against mine as I ride wave after wave of pleasure. When I come back to consciousness, he's giving me his arrogant smirk. "I'm good," he says in a cocky voice. He's right. That orgasm was indescribable. He's no longer inside of me, and I feel an emptiness. "Do you have another condom?" I ask. "You want to go again?" he asks. I nod eagerly. He laughs as he retrieves another condom from his wallet. We make the most of that last condom and end up collapsing on the floor with me astride him. I'm too tired to move off him, so I lay my head on his chest. I can hear his heartbeat. The steady sound lulls me into sleep. When I wake up, we're both in my bed. He stayed, I think. He has both arms wrapped around me, and I am up against his chest. I thought it was women who liked to cuddle. His body warms me. I stay in his arms and go back to sleep. The next day he buys more condoms. We spend the entire weekend together. We eat, have sex, talk, joke. He's easy to be around and comes with no complications. It's a nice feeling. I look at him while he sleeps. He fell asleep before I did, so I watch him. His short salt and pepper hair is softer than it looks. His skin is tan and slightly wrinkled, but that comes from age. I don't know his exact age, but I know it's somewhere between 45 and 50. He looks good for his age. He eats well and exercises. The only things that have aged him are his two divorces and three children. If I was his girlfriend, I'd be concerned about that. But I'm not, so I won't. This uncomplicated arrangement is just what I need.