7 comments/ 31123 views/ 8 favorites My Fascination With A Mature Man By: Iread2relax Hello, here is another offering from my wild imagination. I wanted to try a story in first person point of view, so I gave it a shot; also, I wanted to try to write a story involving a young-old combination. So here is my latest attempt. Thanks to Jim for help with this tale. Please enjoy. IR2R My Fascination With A Mature Man. Never having been out with guys of my age I've always seem to want the more mature kind of man, someone in the age group of 35 to 50 years old. I'm just twenty, but my fascination with older men had become an obsession. There is something about men of this age group that makes me hot and horny. I would often read sexy stories and picture myself being pounded mercilessly by a much older gentleman as he takes command and control of my body. The thoughts and fantasies would be so intense that I'd often find myself aroused beyond belief. I want to share some of my adventures with you. Tell you of the naughty things I've done. I hope you enjoy reading about my adventures. My name is Evelyn Dotes, and I'm a good girl. When I was younger, I went to Sunday school every Sunday and proudly said my Easter speeches, Christmas speeches, or any other speeches they gave me. But as I grew up and my fellow playmates started to notice boys, I skipped the boys and went straight to men. Not that anything happened with anyone, but a girl can dream. It all started two years ago when I turned eighteen. I wanted to fuck. The first man I wanted to fuck was Mr. Ron Mavis, my Dad's best friend. On my eighteenth birthday, I knew he wanted me because his eyes followed me all night. Every time he came around, I'd hug on him and rub my nubile body against him. To polite to shove me away, he endured my antics although a few times he seemed to breathe a little heavier. But now I'm tired of playing games, so I took the panties off. Ron was in our kitchen talking with my Dad. I walked in wearing my shortest miniskirt and tiniest top. Ron's eyes were glued on me as I stood slightly hidden from the view of my Dad. Ron talked with him, nodding in agreement, acknowledging what he said, but his eyes never left me. Holding my stuffed bear in front of me, I dropped it and had to bend to pick it up. Unfortunately for Ron, my skimpy top was too small and my perky 36C breast popped out as I bent over. He groaned. I stood and gently massaged my nipples causing his mouth to water before adjusting my top. Then the phone rang. I quickly moved into an open door to hide from my Dad's view. It was a business call, so he told Ron he'd be right back. As soon as he walked out Ron came to me. He grabbed my ass only to discover I was naked beneath the short skirt. So he took no time in grabbing my hot dripping pussy and sliding his long fingers deep inside me. "Little girl," he whispered hoarsely, "Is this what you want? You want to fuck an old man." I was in heaven. Then he rubbed my nub and I wanted to scream, but he quickly covered my mouth and said. "You want your Daddy to know?" Shaking my head furiously from side to side I pleaded with him to make me cum. "Fuck he hissed and removed his fingers from my pussy. He then returned and sat down at the table to wait for daddy to come in. "Wait, watch." He whispered as he licked my pussy juice from his fingers. "Evelyn, come here." Dad called. So I quickly snuck to my room donned my regular denim skirt and top, and walked back to the kitchen. "Yes Daddy. Oh, hello Mr. Mavis," I greeted his friend innocently enough, leaving Daddy completely unaware that this man had his fingers deep inside my young pussy just few minutes before. He smiled, "Good morning Evelyn," as he slowly sniffed his fingers. My pussy was still hungry and wanted much more from the older gentleman. Finally Dad spoke and asked if I wanted a job. Some of his friends worked and so did their spouses. They wanted someone to come to their home two to three times a week to clean. "I'd really like for you to help Evelyn. I talked to the Mrs. Davis and she's willing to pay the going rate. How about it?" he asked. I had been looking for work but not having much success. If I became a maid, it would give me income at least. So of course, I agreed, dad called Mrs. Davis to tell her, I'd take the job cleaning. Mr. Mavis congratulated me and then gave me a strong hug. As he pulled me into his arms, I felt the ridge of his cock pressing out against his slacks and my pussy creamed once more. I asked, "Mr. Mavis, do you need me to clean for you? I'll gladly come over at any time that is convenient for you." He was my first fantastic fuck. With me being like his own daughter, this fed my erotic imaginings and made me hornier than ever before. I wanted this man so bad, I had to struggle to keep my legs closed. I'd already lost my virginity years earlier to a few members of the football team, so I knew how to fuck. But this man Mr. Mavis, could teach me things only a novice could dream of. If I could get one time with him, I'd let him make me his fuck toy. He could use me in any way that he chose. I knew he felt the same because even though my father was talking to me about working, I could feel his eyes on my round tight ass. I knew he was wondering was I still naked underneath the skirt. My pussy was wet at the thought of him ravishing me like I knew he wanted to. I could see it in his eyes. My cunt throbbed, as heat pulsed throughout my clit. His eyes were so dark, pupils dilated, and the way he was looking at me I could read his mind like I was deep inside his head . I was getting wetter and wetter with all my very dirty thoughts of what it will be like to feel his cock pushing inside of me. Daddy was talking to him, and he was listening but his eyes were only for me. I squirmed in my skirt, wishing he could slide his hands up between my thighs. I wanted him every bit as much as he wanted me. Daddy finished telling us about the job offers, when his phone rang once more. With that my heart started to beat even faster as daddy told him and me once again that he had to take this call. Holding the phone to his ear, I heard him say "Yes, i have it." Then he turned to turning to Mr. Mavis and me saying, "Evelyn would you be a good girl and take my friend into the kitchen make him a coffee while I deal with this very important call." "Yes daddy." I told him and with that turned to Mr. Mavis saying "Please would you care to follow me?" With a big grin on my face, I walked in front of him swinging my hips to make sure he had his eyes on my ass. Once daddy was out of sight, I felt his arms wrap around me as he grabbed my breast and massaged them through my sweater. Then he took my shoulders and turned me around to face him. Shoving my top up, he palmed both of my breast as his lips covered mine in a desperate kiss. We didn't have much time. Dad might get off the phone soon. He lifted me up and placed me on the counter top. I spread my legs immediately exposing my hot wet pussy to him. He groaned, and cupped my honey pot driving his fingers deep within, Then he stood between my thighs and pressed his cock against me. "Take it out" I pleaded. I wanted him in me more than anything. He moved to unbutton his slacks when my Dad called out for us. Mr. Mavis snatched me off the counter and moved to the other side if the kitchen, just as Dad walked in. The scent of my overheated sex organ perfumed the air and dad had a peculiar look on his face. "Evelyn, where's the coffee?" he asked. "Um I'm working on it ." I replied. And he then asked Mr. Mavis to join him in his study. I don't know what was said, but it was a few weeks before I got a chance to be alone with him again. And when I did, it was because I set the rules. After Mr. Mavis left, Daddy talked to me. He wanted to know if Mr. Mavis had bothered me before. Of course, I said no. He wanted to know exactly what happened in the kitchen, and made me promise to tell him if any man tried to take advantage of me again. I started cleaning houses the next week, and the pay was pretty lucrative. The women were so grateful, and didn't mind paying big bucks. I found quite a few secret drawers full of toys and what not, but I didn't want a toy. I wanted a real cock. One Thursday evening, Dad called to tell me he had to work later than usual and not to hold dinner. I looked out and saw Mr. Mavis watering his lawn. I decided to wait. It wouldn't be good if someone saw me walking to his house, so I'd wait until dusk and sneak out through our back yards. Darkness fell and my pussy was soaked at the thought of him. I cut on the light in out sitting room, and headed out of my backdoor. I dashed across our adjourning yards to his house. He was in the backroom and answered when I knocked softly. I didn't want to alert Mrs. Mavis, so I asked him to follow me home. Dad was late. He yelled out "Merleen, I'm going for a walk." His wife grunted "Ok" and we snuck across our yards. As soon as we entered the house, Mr. Mavis was pulling me into him and I could feel his huge cock press in between my thighs. Taking hold of my hand placing it on his big bulging cock, I could tell not only was it long, but very thick. He ordered me to take it out of his pants and kiss it. I'd seen cocks on boys before, but this was my first time ever seeing a man's cock . I held it tightly and stroked it. Mr. Mavis hissed and his hands slid between my quivering thighs. He rubbed my pussy and I stroked his cock. Soon he placed his hand on top of mine and showed me how to rub it up and down. His foreskin pulling back exposing the huge bulbous red cock head with the sticky cum flowing from his pee hole onto my hands. It was then he asked me to kiss it, pushing me down to my knees as he pushed it toward my lips. Tentatively, I licked the tip and tasted the saltiness of his thick cum on my lips. Mr. Mavis groaned even louder and began to push his cock deep onto my mouth, very deep. He went in so deep it choked me at first when it hit my throat. I adjusted and he began to fuck my mouth. I loved the fell of him and taste of him. he began to moan even louder, and my pussy was dripping onto the floor beneath me. And then it happened, he grunted once and shot copious amounts of cum down my throat into my belly. I gladly swallowed every drop. But he wasn't done. He stood and had me to lie back on the floor and spread my thighs. He then took a long look at my young freshly trimmed pussy and licked his lips. "Normally, he whispered, I'd do this on the table top, but someone might see. So we'll stay on the floor." And he kneeled and ran his long hot tongue deep into my dripping slit. He licked my pussy clean swallowing all of my cum as I wiggled and moaned beneath him. Then he teased my clit, flicking it with his tongue and nibbling with his lips. Then he made me scream, He positioned two fingers into my hot opening, and rammed me as he forcibly sucked my clit, causing me to cum instantly in his mouth. He finger-fucked me and sucked my clit through the most intensive orgasm of my entire life. When I finally came down he held me close. He wanted to know what time my Dad would be back and I wasn't sure. So he decided to go. "I want to fuck you Evelyn, but I don't want your daddy to walk in on us." "Mr. Mavis, do it." I pleaded. "We can be quick. Let's go to my bedroom, that way we'll hear his car. And you can hide." So we gathered our clothes and snuck down the hall to my bedroom. I lay on my bed and spread my thighs as he mounted me. Slowly he slid his cock inside me and stretched me open. Mr. Mavis gave me the first real fucking of my life. I came on his cock multiple times. After my third nutt and his second, he decided to head home, because he'd been gone long enough. He didn't want to upset his wife. He washed up in my bathroom and snuck back across the yard to his house. Soon after, Dad came home. Dad came home later and had no clue that I'd been fucked by his best friend. A few days later, I got the itch again and wanted his mature cock. Mr. Mavis had come over and he and my dad were working on their motorbikes. I had plans to hang out with my girlfriends, but in the back of my mind I had to find a way to fuck him again. So I played it cool I ran out to my car passed Dad and Mr. Mavis and bid them farewell. I felt his eyes on my body and knew he wanted me again as much as I wanted him. But we had to be careful. I waved across the yard at his wife and drove off, all the time creaming at the memory of his fantastic fuck stick. While we were at the mall, my friends and I met some guys from our school and the six of us hung out together. I was horny as fuck and right then I needed release so when Bobby asked if I would accompany him out back, I went. Bobby was nineteen and clumsy, but I let him finger and fondle my pussy in that alleyway because I was so needy. He thought I was hot for him, and that was fine. So I let him think that and stroked his cock as he fingered me. We had to be quick before the group missed us so within seconds we both had a nice cumming. He kissed me, held me close for a while. After the sensations subsided, he asked if I'd date him. I didn't say no, but I didn't say yes either, Bobby is a nice guy but young. I like my men older. I told him, I wanted to think about it and I'd tell him an answer later. He kissed me. It was a sweet kiss, kind of awkward, but sweet. Soon we rejoined our friends. Bobby spent the rest of the day being a perfect gentleman, holding my seat out for me, opening doors, and the like. He just wasn't older. Our outing ended and we headed home. Bobby at this point felt somewhat bolder and kissed me in front of all of our friends. They cheered. Bobby and I made a cute couple. I got in my car and drove home, hoping that somehow, I could scratch this itch I had for my much older neighbor. As I drove into my yard, I saw Mrs. Mavis leaving. Then I went to my room. I wondered was he home. My Dad had gone out but that didn't mean he was with him. So once again, I crept across the yard to his side door and raised my hand to knock. He opened the door and snatched me in before I even touched it. "Fuck Evelyn," he hissed, "Girl I've been thinking about this pussy all day. Damn girl, I need to fuck you." Mr. Mavis made short work of removing my already drenched panties and had his cock out like a pro. "Ride me, Evelyn." he demanded as he lay back and I straddled him. I took all of him inside in in one swift stroke and almost came instantly, He held me still, saying, "Baby, baby please, wait. Ride me slowly Evelyn." So I took my time and rode his cock. He was so big and thick, that he stretched me open, I reached down to rub my clit as I rode him and he moved my hand aside. He played with my nub pushing me over the edge as I feel into the abyss. I rode him as hard and as fast as I could. I wanted him to scream my name. Soon he growled and before I knew it he'd flipped me over and pinned me beneath him. Trapping both my legs up in the air where I could not free them, he pounded my little pussy mercilessly. Slamming in and out, in and out of my body leaving me in a mass of sensations, I was no longer coherent, no longer thinking. I was now his fuck toy to use for his pleasure. "Evelyn, damn girl. You've got a good pussy." he crooned. So lost in the pleasure he was giving me, his comments didn't register at first. But when he repeated them, I came even harder. After my third Cummings, Mr. Mavis came inside me. I wrapped my arms around him for a moment and soon after he pushed me a way and told me to go back home. My Dad might return and he didn't need his wife to catch me in their home. Mr. Mavis and I fucked a few more times after that, until his wife caught on. She knew he was fucking somebody, just not who. So to save his marriage, Mr. Mavis moved away. I missed him because he was a damn good fuck. I kept cleaning houses, and was making a pretty nice profit. It was in the home of my third client where I found the next older gentleman I wanted to fuck. This man was older than Mr. Mavis. Mr. Mavis was in his forties and Mr. Norse was in his fifties, fifty-four to be exact. I knew I had to fuck him the first time he showed me his cock. I was scheduled to clean Mrs. Norse's house on Tuesday. But one Tuesday, Mr. Norse stayed home. Imagine my surprise when I went to change their bed linen and found him on the bed stroking his thick seven inch member. His huge cock was thick and long, surrounded by thick coarse black hair. I watched him for a few minutes before clearing my throat to let him know I was in the room. Feigning embarrassment, I turned away giving him time to cover himself. But as I turned back around, I realized he hadn't moved. He still lay in the bed stroking his cock, watching me. At this point, I had to go on and do my job so, getting down to clean the floor I bent low and soon heard him move. I felt him come behind me and press his body into mine. The thin short skirt I wore offered no protection from his eager hands. Mr. Norse lifted my skirt revealing the tiny red panties I wore underneath. "So wet, Evelyn," he whispered. "I think you liked my little show." He said as he gently caressed my butt cheeks. I needed to feel his fingers on my pussy and I whimpered. Soon his curious digits found my honey pot and stroked it through my wet panties. I needed more. I needed his hand on my cunt. "Mr. Norse, please." I pleaded. I wanted him to do more than just touch. Next he had pulled my miniscule panties aside and slid his thick rough fingers over my protruding clit. Shoving his chubby fingers up in me, he had me cumming within seconds. I was still bent over and now supporting my weight on my arms. He had me move and bend over their bed. I lay the top half of my body on the bed as he continued his exploration of my pussy and ass. Gently, he kneeled behind me and I could feel his hot breath caressing my ever so wet cunt. He pulled them open exposing my gaping cunt hole. "God Evelyn, baby your hole is so big. Damn girl. So much cum is coming out. His fingers were saturated with my juices. My cunt was running, thighs sticky and wet. Then he covered my hole with his mouth and began to suck my juices out of me. I screamed and he stopped. "Evelyn, we don't want to alert the neighbors, be quiet." He admonished. I nodded in agreement because I needed his mouth back on me right at that moment. Mr. Norse ate my pussy out completely. I came on his tongue multiple times, but now I wanted the real prize, I wanted that thick cock buried deep within me. He must have read my thoughts as I felt his thick seven inch cock entering me, with me pushing back as he started to push inside of me. I was so hot and horny, craving the second mature fucking I was now getting. I wanted to cry out, but he shoved my face into the mattress to hide my screams as he fucked me. This old mature cock drove me to a real big orgasm. It was then he started to pump even harder. Going deeper with each fucking I could feel his somewhat big cum filled balls banging up against my clit, then he somehow reached between us to pinch the hard nub as he fucked me like a stallion. He was now grunting loudly each stroke and I knew he'd cum soon. Then suddenly he pulled out, and I whimpered. "Suck me off he demanded," and I gladly did so. The heady taste of my juices on his cock was delicious and within seconds, he came down my throat, when she stiffened and groaned that last time. My pussy clinched sending loads of hot liquid down my thighs. I came harder than I'd ever cum before. Mr. Norse took his cock out of my mouth and ordered me to freshen up and finish cleaning the house. He told me to tell no one about this morning. Then he went into their bathroom. I felt odd, because he just walked away, no hugs, cuddles, words of praise nothing. I got off the floor and went to the hall bathroom to clean myself up. When I returned to the bedroom he was back. He seemed embarrassed. I love my wife, I don't want her hurt. She can't know about this." I nodded in agreement and he gave an envelope. Soon after that, he left. I opened it and there was five hundred dollars inside. I stuck the money in my purse and finished cleaning their home. I made sure to disinfect the bedroom. I liked Mrs. Norse, and I had no intention of her learning the truth. My Fascination With A Mature Man My day ended just as Mrs. Norse came home. I greeted her as she entered and I finished putting away the last of the laundry. She smiled at me, so grateful that I was willing to provide this service. She tipped me and told me to treat myself to dinner. She also told me how much her husband, loved how thorough I was when I did my job. I thanked her for the job and the tip and went on my merry way. I wondered would Mr. Norse be home next Tuesday. I wouldn't mind providing him some extra service. Soon I was at home and made dinner for Dad. I had a date with Bobby and we'd get something when we went out. Dad came home and I fixed his dinner while I showered. Soon after he ate, Bobby arrived. My dad greeted him and they talked. My dad really seemed to like Bobby and was always asking him to do things with him. We went to dinner first at a local diner and had plans to go to the movies after. Bobby was a perfect gentleman, but he was so young. If he was at least ten years older, maybe I could be really into him. Not wanting to hurt his feelings, I went along with our date, laughed at his jokes, assented with him during conversations, and even took his side in hypothetical arguments. After a while, I was no longer pretending. He really made me laugh. Then I reminded myself that he was my age, and I wanted an older man. He was a fun guy, even a pretty decent fuck, but he wasn't older. One Friday, as I was leaving class, I got a call from Mrs. Norse. She was having a dinner party on Saturday night and wanted me to come in and clean that morning. She'd be out but her husband would be home to help if I needed it. My pussy sweltered. I wanted that man again and it seemed I might get my chance the next morning. So, of course I was more than happy to take the job. When I got home, I told Daddy I had a job lined up Saturday morning and wasn't sure how long I'd be out. I got up early and drove to the Norse's home. Mr. Norse opened the door when I knocked, and I was more than happy to see him. My smile was especially for him. "Good morning, Mr. Norse." I greeted him politely. "Is Mrs. Norse available?" I asked. "Hmmm, um, sure, Evelyn." He spoke. "C'mon in." Mrs. Norse came in and greeted me happily with a hug. "Evelyn, you are a doll. I know today is your day off, but I will pay you double. I want you to clean and dust the living room, dining room and den area. Make sure both downstairs bathroom s are clean and have fresh towels. You don't have to clean upstairs, because you do those rooms on your regular day anyway." She inhaled and continued. "My boss and other big wigs from work are coming and I want to make sure everything is perfect." She rambled on and on. Mr. Norse had gone back to his private office while she talked. Mrs. Norse left and I did my job of cleaning. I was done in no time and it was time for me to leave. I couldn't. Not without spending some time with him, so I turned to head to his office when I felt his eyes watching me. "Evelyn, I owe you an apology. The other day, shouldn't have happened. I love my wife." He inhaled. "I never should have used you like that. I promise not to take advantage of you again. And thank you for not telling her." He apologized. He felt he took advantage of me. I was speechless. I turned and looked at him. My body screaming for him to take command of it but I knew he wouldn't. He was an honorable man, and if he said it wouldn't happen again, then he meant it. As hard as accepting that was for me, I had to tell him the truth. "Mr. Norse, you never forced me. You don't have to force someone who's willing. I wanted you and I still want you. Knowing you love her makes me want you even more, if that makes any sense. I will respect your wishes and not do anything to cause you discomfort. But I must tell you, you are an amazing man and your wife is one lucky woman." We stared at each other for a moment, and then he nodded at me briefly accepting my words. I then turned and called Mrs. Norse to tell her I'd finished cleaning and what time I would leave. I found myself in a state of perpetual horniness much to Bobby's pleasure. That night after cleaning for Mrs. Norse's dinner party, I lay at home in my bed, thinking of Mr. Norse and rubbing my burning slit. At this point I had a few toys, so I extracted my thick black Mandingo dildo and fucked my overheated pussy. I closed my eyes and pretended that it was Mr. Norse's cock slamming into as I came hard and fast. Soon after, Bobby stopped by and I took him into my bedroom. He wanted to talk. Well I didn't feel like talking, I wanted to fuck. So he started talking about his feelings and how much he cared as I caressed his dick. He asked me to stop and of course I did, but only after I had extracted his cock and licked the head causing him to hiss loudly. "Evelyn, baby , please..." Bobby whimpered. "I'm trying to please you baby." I said as I sucked gently on the head of his cock. He gently pushed me away. "No Evelyn, I don't want that right now. I want to talk." "Bobby, I don't want to talk. I want to fuck," I said as I removed my shirt, bra, and panties swiftly lying naked on my bed before him. Within minutes he covered my body with his and within seconds had his rock hard cock rocketing in and out of my sopping cunt. We both came quickly, as our hearts pounded in unison while we screamed completely enraptured in our pleasure. Bobby held me in his arms as we both calmed down. And I wrapped my arms around him. Then he said the words I never thought I would hear him say. "Evelyn, how do you feel about me? Do you love me?" he asked. "Bobby," I whispered. "I really care about you. You know that-" he stopped me suddenly. "Evelyn, you don't love me. You use me for sex, and I want more. I deserve more and so do you. I can't be with you after this. I've seen you watching other men and I've tried to ignore it, but I can't anymore." He declared. Realizing he was leaving me I had to stop him; say something. "Bobby, wait. What are you saying? I do care about you. Please, let's talk." I found myself pleading. He looked at me, sadness in his eyes ad said the final two words, "We're through." And he got out of my bed and walked out of my life. Stunned, I was stunned. I didn't love him and yes I wanted an older man, but I did care. As soon as he left the tears fell. He was the second man I'd lost that day. Well, Mr. Norse wasn't mine to begin with, but Bobby. Although he was younger, he was mine. Nonetheless, he was right, he deserved better than being my sex toy. I continued to work for the Norse's, cleaning their home every Tuesday. Mr. Norse made sure he stayed away when I was there. But his determination to protect the sanctity of his marriage and his love for is wife made me want him even more. Finally, one Tuesday as I arrived to clean Mrs. Norse was waiting for me. She felt horrible, but her husband was no longer satisfied with my work and she had to let me go. That was it I never saw him after that. I cleaned houses through the entire summer and most of the fall. I spent time with many lonely husbands. After Mr. Norse, however, I flirted, but never had sex with the other men in their homes. Strange as it may seem, Mr. Norse's respect and love for his wife made me want to respect the other wives and not sleep with their husband in their homes. So we wouldn't fuck, but I'd let them eat me out and I'd suck them off behind their homes or in their garages if they needed. If we felt the need to fuck, I'd have him meet me in the woods away from home and we'd fuck in one of our cars. That leads me to my next older man, Burt Olson. Burt had a horrible wife. She berated him and continuously talked bad about him. Burt was a slob. Never bathe and always reeked of beer and cigarette. Burt couldn't work, because he was legally blind, so his wife was the sole breadwinner in the household. He was short stocky and had the biggest beer gut I'd ever seen. Mrs. Olson was cheap, and didn't like to pay me for my work. She'd always claim I didn't do something, just to deduct from my pay. I didn't pay much attention to Burt at first, he blended into the background, but one day I was ready to quit. She accused me of stealing and refused to pay me full service. I was about to tell her where to stuff her job when Burt spoke up. "Lucy, why are you treating this girl like this? You know she does a great job and she hasn't stolen anything of yours." He said softly. She glared at him and I could see the steam rising from her head. She was about to blow. "Mrs. Olson, " I interjected. I was no longer willing to listen to her berate her husband or level callous accusations at me anymore. "Pay me and I won't come here again. You can find a new maid." It was then that Mr. Olson spoke. "No, Evelyn, don't quit. Lucy will pay you and when she checks the room she'll find her watch. You are a hard worker and I wouldn't want someone we don't know coming here." It was his words and the plea in his tone that kept me from walking. The next week I reported to work and went to is small bedroom she forced him to sleep in. I sat and talked with him. Burt was forty-nine. He worked at an assembly plant until he lost vision in his left eye and fell one day. Now he could not work, and had to depend on his wife. I sat and listened, but the man smelled. Finally I had to ask, Mr. Olson, when was the last time you had a bath?" He looked embarrassed and so ashamed. He explained that he took baths in the sink because he needed help in and out of the tub. His wife didn't want kids and felt he'd reverted to one now because of his blindness. So, of course I gave him his first bath in months. The first time he stood before me naked, I felt nothing. But he asked if I could stop by every day and help him. So each day, around three, I went to the Olson's to help Mr. Olson bath. He paid me twenty dollars every time and would not let me refuse. One day as I finished cleaning, I went to help him with his bath. I hadn't been with anyone in a while and my pussy was starting to become moist. As I was washing Burt, I stroked his cock a little more. He moaned as his cock stiffened in my hand. He had the smallest cock I'd ever seen. It was no more than five inches long with a small head and tiny veins running up and down. As I helped him out of the tub as I admired his small tool. My mouth watered, until I had to ask. "Burt, please. Let me suck your cock." Mr. Olson froze. I kept stroking pleading. "Please," "Yes, Please Evelyn," he groaned as I swallowed his tiny dick. The feel of his dick in my mouth made my pussy spasm. My panties were soaked as he humped my eager mouth, then he yelled and spurted rope after rope of hot spunk down my throat. He then collapsed on is bed, exhausted. "Thank you Evelyn, thank you. No one has ever..." then he hugged me. The next day, I went to is home to bath him and he let me taste his magnificent cock once more. We continued in this fashion with my pussy being woefully neglected. Until one day I went in. I took his hand and put it on my young hot pussy and he was captivated. He caressed and rubbed my slit taking time to lick my juices from his fingers. Soon we made it to his bath and he asked that I get naked with him so I did. As I washed and stroked his cock, he had me join him and straddle his lap in the bath. Burt massaged and sucked on my 36C breast for the longest time. He inserted his fingers in my hot cunt and I rode his hand with intensity. I had two nice orgasms. Soon, he came in my hand, but it wasn't enough for me. I wanted him. I wanted to be with him, but I would not fuck him in his wife's house and he never left to go anywhere without her knowing. So for months we continued our secret affair. His wife was a total bitch, but it didn't matter. I wasn't doing it for her anyway. Burt was amazing. Finally, I had to have him, so I drove to work and asked if he would go to lunch with me. Mrs. Olson was shocked and explained that I didn't have to do anything for him. He was just happy to have me help him every day. I smiled and told her that lunch was my treat because her husband was such a gentleman. She gave a snide remark and told me enjoy. I rushed and finished the housework. I would have him today and show him how a man should be treated. Lunch time rolled around and I helped Burt dress. We drove to a local diner and had a simple lunch. Burt insisted on paying because he felt that was the role a man should play. We left the restaurant and I drove away from town. It took Burt a moment to realize we were not going home. "Where are we going, Evelyn?" he asked. I smiled and didn't answer. Instead I took his hand and guided it under my short skirt to my bald pussy. No more words were needed, as he rubbed my clit. Soon we pulled into a cheap motel parking lot. I got out and got us a room. Parking my car in the back, I lead him to the room and then told him what I wanted. "Burt," I whispered as I undressed before him. "I want to fuck you. I want you to fuck me in any and every way you can imagine. Then I want you to cum inside my pussy. Fill me with your spunk. Will you baby? Will you fuck me?" I asked. I didn't have to ask twice. "Evelyn, get on your knees." He whispered hoarsely. Kneeling behind me, Burt ate my pussy out. Then he fucked me with his tongue. I was so turned on and he ordered me not to move. Mounting me, he fucked me as hard as he could. Pulling his five inch dick all the way out and slamming it back inside me. My pussy creamed on his cock twice before he shouted his release. Thanking me the entire time. Then he held me. Soon we realized hours had passed and we needed to get back. So we showered and then I drove him home. He rubbed my pussy the whole time, thanking me over and over again. Burt was my only lover for a while and we valued our time together. He smiled more and his wife grew suspicious. She confronted him and told him he had a choice, end it or get out. He wanted to move, but in the end had nowhere to go. So we ended the affair and I was fired immediately. Last year when I learned that Burt passed away, I cried because he was a good man, loving and compassionate. I attended his service and spoke to Mrs. Olson briefly at the cemetery. Solemnly, she apologized to me. She told me that she never believed there was more between me and her husband other than friendship. She was just angry because of the pressure she had on her, so she wanted to take away anything that gave him happiness. She felt forcing him to give up his friendship, led to him giving up altogether. Stunned, I stared at the small frail woman before me. Even though she was hateful and petty, Burt's dying was not her fault. I hugged her and offered her no words. Honestly, what could I say to her? I stopped cleaning houses after Burt passed away and went back to school fulltime. It was in an Ancient Western World Studies, that I met my next older love, Professor Gregory Burns. Dr. Burns was my oldest lover. Most on the men I slept with were between the ages of thirty-five or a little older. Dr. Burns was eighty-six. He had so much energy. He moved constantly and looked to be a man in his late fifties. When I learned his true age, I was shocked. I was failing the class. so one day at the end of our second weekly session; I lagged behind to talk to him. He was surrounded by students asking questions, requesting extensions, and simply brown-nosing, or kissing up to the teacher. I wanted actual help. My goal was to finish school and go to work. I had to pass this class though and I had no clue as to what it was about. So I sat patiently until the last student left before approaching Dr. Burns. "Dr. Burns," I addressed him formally, I didn't even flirt with him at this point. I sincerely wanted his help. "Is there something I can do to pass this class, extra research, presentations, or something. I really need to pass this class." Dr. Burns looked at me before answering. "Ms. Dotes, I have watched you in my class and I notice that you take notes, and listen attentively. It's the content that you are having problems with. I can recommend that you meet with one of the history tutors that the college offers. That may be better for you than doing extra work. I'll notify one of them and give them your contact information. You should hear from them no later than tomorrow." "Thank you Dr. Burns. I really appreciate this." And I stood to leave, when I noticed his eyes on my breast. My nipples hardened. His breathing changed and I knew he was turned on. I looked at him again and wondered, what would it be like with him? He was so much older. Dr. Burns blushed and walked away from me in a hurry. I left the building and drove home. Dad was there and he'd made club sandwiches for dinner. Chrissy, is girlfriend had joined him for the evening. She was nice enough and I was happy for him. I was thinking about moving out, because he needed his privacy, but I didn't want to move into the dorms and I could not afford an apartment. So for now, I was stuck living at home. Dad didn't seem to mind and Chrissy was really cool. After dinner, Bobby called. My heart leaped when his number came up. I answered immediately. "Hello Bobby. What's going on?" I asked because I missed him. "Hello Evelyn, I'm calling about being your tutor for Dr. Burns' class. He gave me your name and asked me to call. I would really like to help you, but I must tell you that there are other tutors available if you are not comfortable with me." He explained. "Bobby, yes. I'd be grateful if you helped me, so grateful. When can we start?" I asked breathlessly. "Can we meet tomorrow afternoon? We can set up a schedule and lay down ground rules." He suggested. So we talked a few minutes and decided to meet at the campus library to talk. I went to class and the day didn't end fast enough. Soon class was over and I rushed to the library. Bobby hadn't arrived there yet, so I sat down and waited. Soon he walked in. Not wanting to seem over anxious, I stood cool as a cucumber and walked over to him. We greeted each other then set down to sync our schedules. I would meet with him three days weekly and he'd go over the things I had problems comprehending. He made it clear that our relationship was that of student-tutor and friends. We would not resume our intimate relationship. I soon saw Bobby in a different light. He was smart and he really knew this history stuff. With his help, I caught on in no time. I caught on so quickly that after a few weeks, I didn't really need tutoring anymore, but I kept going to our sessions because it was the only time I could be with him. He helped me study for midterms and before long the semester was over. Out of all of our sessions, Bobby never acted inappropriately towards me in anyway. Even when I flirted with him, he remained stoic and steadfast and rebuffed my advances. I wanted him back, but I had no clue on how to win back his affections. Soon the semester ended and Dr. Burns asked me and several other students to come by his office. I sat patiently as he talked to everyone else and was the last person there. "Ms. Dotes I want to congratulate you on the success you have had in my class. He stated. "I want you to know it has been a pleasure teaching you. I wanted..." he paused. His breathing changed, and he struggled not to look at me. Although I was enamored with Bobby, I was curious about being with a man that was so much older. "Dr. Burns," I whispered. "Can I lock the door?" I asked. He was panting and I knew he was turned on. So I sauntered over and locked the door. Then I turned to him. My body was humming. This man was my new obsession. I sat in class wondering how much energy he rally had. How long he could last? I removed my top exposing my skimpy barely there bra. He cupped both breast and massaged them. Apparently, Dr. Burns was a breast man; he nibbled on my breast for the longest time. I reached for his cock, and he pushed my hand away. My Fascination With A Mature Man "No, Ms. Dotes. I don't want that." He whispered huskily. He spent hours enjoying my perky 36C's. He sucked my breast and caressed my body, He never touched between my thighs and I was horny as fuck. I wanted him to touch me so badly, but he just wanted my breast. Soon he was satisfied and hugged me. He thanked me for making an old man happy. I returned his hug because even though I was sexually frustrated, I was glad I could bring him joy. A week later we took finals. I studied and was prepared. After the tests were done and everyone was leaving, I went back to Dr. Burns' office. I wanted to thank him and wish him a happy holiday season. Because of him, I had renewed my friendship with Bobby and I was grateful to him for helping the two of us to reconnect. I knocked on his office door and walked in. He was clearly packing but took a moment to talk with me. "Evelyn, you are a special young woman." He said. "I want to thank you for the other day. I haven't held a woman since my wife passed years ago, but you allowed me to use your body and it meant the world to me. Evelyn, you are special, too special to be some old man's living doll. You are young and should find a young man that can care for you in all ways." "Dr. Burns-" I tried to interject. "No listen." He continued. "I like you Evelyn, and I want you to succeed. Here's my number, if you ever need my help, call me. Now young lady, get out of here and enjoy your break." I stood and hugged him. Then we parted ways. As I was leaving his office, I thought about Bobby. I decided to call. He was no longer my tutor, but I felt as if through the sessions we'd reestablished our friendship. He didn't answer and my call went to voice mail. So I went home, and to my surprise we had visitors. Mr. and Mrs. Mavis had come back for a short visit. They were spending the holidays with their son a few towns over so they stopped in to say hi. I greeted them and was happy to see them both. As soon as he got the chance, Mr. Mavis got me alone and tried to kiss me, but I didn't want him so I pushed him away. My mind was on Bobby. He looked disappointed, but soon left me alone. They left and I headed to my room. Dad stopped me. He asked what was wrong and I didn't know what to say. So he hugged me and reminded me that he was there. The next day, Dad had gone to work and Mr. Mavis stopped by again. He demanded answers. He wanted to know was there another man. How I could throw him aside? He thought we had something special. I looked at the angry man in front of me, and I said one thing that stopped him cold. "You have a wife at home." He scoffed, "My wife has nothing to do with us. She didn't before and certainly not now." I looked at him, "Ron, go back to your wife." He stood, spit some angry words at me, called me a slut and whore, and then he left. I then called Bobby once more. I had decided that if he didn't return my calls today, I'd leave him alone and move on. But he answered. I invited him over and he came. We talked and decided to try again. He was the perfect gentleman. He was raised by his grandfather and taught how to respect women, and he's young enough to keep me satisfied, so it's like I ended up with a much older man after all. We started dating again, but it was different, because he set some boundaries. I liked it. He was attentive, complimented me regularly. And treated me like a true lady. I wanted him so much, but he made me wait. He decided that this time we wouldn't rush. After six months I was ready to resort to rape, but he kissed me and encouraged me to be patient. Patient, why? It wasn't like we were virgins, or anything. And we had slept together in the past, but because I didn't want to risk losing him I waited. I spent many nights pleasuring myself thinking about him. I'm sure Duracell had a spike in their battery stock, but I waited. One night after we had been dating for several months, we drove to the lake. It was breath taking. I looked across the still body of water and commented on its beauty. Bobby was so silent, then he said, The beauty of the lake paled in comparison to me. Then he kissed me for the first time in months. He was mine; I knew this was my man. He had my heart. No one else could capture me like he did. I wanted him, but not just sex. I wanted something more, deeper. Bobby held me in his arms and said the words I'd always wanted to hear, but never expected. "Evelyn, I love you. I've loved you ever since we met at the mall years ago. It killed me knowing what you were doing, and at first I tried to act like it didn't matter to me, but it did. I know you slept with a lot of men and I hated it. I hated them and a part of me hated you because I wasn't enough. So I gave up and walked away from you becasue I knew you'd never choose to be with just me. But I never stopped thinking about you. I watched you everyday. You were discreet with your affairs, but I was glad when the last one ended. When Dr. Burns gave me your number, at first I refused and he asked me why? We talked. He advised me to tutor you. But keep it above the table. I loved being with you and knowing that for right then I could give you something they could not. I was glad that there were no other men. Things changed for me and I had to make sure you were the woman I wanted, not just the girl I was curious about. So that's one reason I wanted to date you slowly, get to know the real Evelyn. And girl, I am in love with the real Evelyn." he declared softly. I moved. I had to hold him. This man, my Bobby, I loved him, not because of his flowery words, but because of how he was. He was the only man I wanted to be with. Yes, I preferred older men in the past, but that was a smokescreen. What I really wanted was someone that loved me for me. And that someone was Bobby. "Bobby, I love you. I've never loved anyone before, but if you rejected me it would kill me. I promise that I will do everything I can to make you happy." And then, I kissed him. I pulled him close and kissed him. We went to his apartment, and for the first time, I made love with the man that I wanted forever with. Anyway, Bobby and I are still together. My dad is happy because he now has his fishing buddy back. Chrissy and I have bonded because with Dad and Bobby hanging out so much we actually had a chance to really get to know each other. As for my former lovers, Mr. Mavis, Mr. Norse, they are still happily married. Mrs. Olson met a new man at her job, and she seems content as well. Dr. Burns retired and moved to Fiji. As for the others, who knows? Oooops! Look at the time. Bobby will be home soon and I have a surprise for him. I would tell you, but I'll save it for another story. TTFN I certainly hope you enjoyed Evelyn's story. If you would like to, please write and share your thoughts with me. I look forward to hearing from you. IR2R