My name is Alice. I’m a curly-haired, busty brunette and I’m definitely a girl who loves to have fun. I’m twenty-three years old and I didn’t go to University or college. I dropped out of school at sixteen and went to work at my Grandmothers florist. I still work there and hope to take over the family business one day.
My friends joke that I’m slutty, but they have no idea what I’m really like. While they have always been shacked up with one guy or another, dating the next one that comes along after a break-up, out of fear of being lonely, I’m too busy being free and single.
Now don’t get the impression that I’m shagging any good-looking guy who smiles at me or flirts. I have a deeper, darker side to my nature that none of my friends know about. I guess you could say its taboo. Hey, you could even call it a fetish! I on the other hand call it my sexual preference.
My breasts are big and firm and the looks I get from men hardly go unnoticed. It flatters me more than anything, especially the wandering eyes of older men. I wear low-cut tops but my Grandmother informs me I can’t wear them whilst working at the florist. I think she became jealous when a regular around her age, who comes in once a week to buy fresh flowers for his wife’s grave, started paying particular attention to me. He is way too old, but that doesn’t stop me giggling and teasing the old man.
I get a buzz out of men coming into the shop to buy flowers for their wives and girlfriends, only for them to find a busty young lady eager to help them choose the finest bouquet for their true love. The buzz naturally excites me, because whilst I play the innocent young florist talking flowers, the men stutter or flirt. Their partners get the flowers, but I like to think it’s me they think of during sex.
Anyway, it was Monday 13th February 2017, and I was working alone in the florist. My grandmother and mother were both busy with the extra orders ready for Valentine’s Day, when a handsome older gentleman entered the shop.
I’d seen him a few time before and he always cast me a knowing smile, but we never spoke. I was usually busy doing something else so my grandmother always dealt with him.
I had no feelings or opinions towards the guy. Most of the men who entered the shop for flowers were doing so for their partners, so they never did anything other than stare, smile or undress me with their eyes before buying their flowers and leaving. However, this guy was the first to break that trend.
He said he wanted the bouquet to be well stacked with roses, and that the price wasn’t a concern. I showed him the biggest and most expensive bouquet we did and he appeared satisfied. He thanked me for a job well done and told me that I had stacked the bouquet with plenty of beautiful, fresh roses. He then lowered his voice and smirked. I’ll never forget his words.
“I like my bouquets the way I like my women. Beautiful, fresh, and well stacked.”
Taken aback, I blushed and tried to ignore his comment. Then, he grew bold and asked me if I had a boyfriend. I shook my head no.
“Oh really? Are guys your age blind?”
We both laughed before he introduced himself as Robert, when I handed him the bouquet of roses and offered the card machine for him to pay.
“You are a pretty little thing though. But I bet you hear that all the time don’t you, Alice?”
I smiled, not sure how to respond. So instead, I blushed like a little schoolgirl.
“Don’t be shy. I apologise if I embarrassed you.”
“You didn’t embarrass me.”
“That’s good. So you don’t have a date for Valentine’s Day tomorrow?”
“Nope,”
He glanced me up and down before resting his gaze on my chest for a moment. He then looked straight into my eyes. “These flowers are for my wife, but I’d like to take you out sometime.”
I couldn’t believe this guy. Bold as brass. I felt bad for his wife, but also excited that he was flirting outrageously with me.
“I’m Bodrum Escort eighteen. I think I’m too young for you,” I replied. “Plus you’re married!” I ended with a blushing giggle.
“Well I’m fifty-five, and trust me, darling. You’re old enough. A sweet thing like you should have boys fighting over her. Just think about my offer. I’ll pop by soon. Now you take good care of yourself.”
As soon as he left I closed the shop for an early lunch break. I was extremely flattered and flustered. My friends probably would have freaked out if a guy his age propositioned them like that, especially openly admitting that he was married.
I didn’t realise it back then, but I had all the hallmarks of a little home wrecker. I went in the back room and opened my sandwiches for some lunch, all the while giggling too myself at what he had said. It got me wondering.
The following week, when the shop was naturally back to normal, Robert returned.
“More flowers for you wife?” I jibed.
He looked around the store before replying. “Working alone again?”
“Yeah,” I smiled.
“Good. Have you thought about my offer? I’m free this evening if you’d like to go for a drink?”
“You’re serious?” I blushed.
“You’re damn right I am!” he chuckled. “If guys around your age won’t snap you up then I will.”
He was full of confidence, a level of confidence I had never been exposed to before.
“You can’t ask me out! You’re married! I sorted your wife’s Valentine’s Day flowers!”
“And a fine job you did to! She was very happy! So what do you say, Alice?”
I laughed with blushing red cheeks as I considered calling his bluff, which I knew wasn’t really a bluff.
“A drink?” I said, raising my eyebrows.
“Anything you want,” he smirked. “But sure, just a drink.”
“Ok,” I said, hands on hips trying to appear unfazed by his confidence. The truth is I was a gooey mess inside.
“Say around seven? Outside the store? he suggested.
“Seven it is,” I giggled.
“I’m already looking forward to what you’ll wear,” he grinned, and then left the store.
That evening I showered and put on a black dress. It was something I’d wear for casual drinks with my friends, but it was still knee length and low cut. I had a bra underneath which lifted my big boobs, keeping them firm and on display. I had no idea how far I intended to go with this drink.
True to his word, he arrived outside the florist in a Mercedes at 7pm. He climbed out on told me I looked stunning and that he loved my hair, which I had washed and curled. Playing the gentleman all of a sudden, he opened my door and winked at me to get in.
As soon as he was back inside the car he told me again how beautiful I looked. I blushed as his words turned my insides to jelly.
“I know a quiet country pub not far from here. We can go there if you like?”
“Sure, we can pretend I’m your daughter,” I laughed, realising our age differences would stand out a mile.”
“I do have a daughter slightly older than yourself,” he chuckled. “But I can’t have people thinking I’m flirting with my daughter.”
“You plan to flirt?”
Robert pulled off laughing before he turned the conversation a little more serious. Serious in the sense that he asked me about my future plans and the florist. Thirty minutes later and we were pulling up into a gravel car park outside an old country pub I didn’t even know existed.
I was so nervous walking inside with a much older man, it made me feel like a call-girl from a movie. Robert quickly put me at ease by telling me to go sit at the corner table while he ordered a bottle of wine.
“Shouldn’t you be drinking something softer when driving?” I reminded him.
“I’ll only have the one glass,” he replied, shifting beside me on the sofa style seating.
I took a gulp of wine and tried to ignore the handful of locals sat at the bar. Other than the four men chatting Bodrum Escort Bayan and drinking the pub was empty, but then it was a Thursday night.
Robert and I chatted some more and he grew on me. I put the fact he was married to the back of my mind and enjoyed his company. I felt safe and I truly believed the evening would end in no more than a kiss.
However, as we joked, laughed and flirted, and I neared the end of my second glass and the bottle, Robert put his hand on my leg and began to softly smooth it up and down my thigh.
“Did you notice the Travelodge when we entered the country lane?” he asked, smiling at me.
“The one before the road leads to the airport?”
“Yes, that’s the one,” he smirked.
“What about it?”
“I’m going to take you there for an hour or two.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes, and I think you’d like that.”
“What makes you so sure?”
Robert glanced into my cleavage and pushed his hand up and under my dress. He then dropped his hand down between my thighs, parting them slightly.
“You wouldn’t have come this far if you weren’t curious to find out how far you could go with me.”
I blushed bright red, trying to use the wine glass to hide my embarrassment. I failed miserably when I felt his fingertips brush against my panty covered mound. The silence lasted only a couple of minutes while he traced his fingers up and down.
“Drink up and let’s get out of here,” he grinned at me.
It felt as I were having an out of body experience. Like I was a fly on the wall watching somebody else in control of my body. I drank up and followed him back to the car.
When we reached the hotel he told me to wait while he went inside to book a room. Ten minutes later and he was calling me to join him.
Inside the room, Robert shut the door and pushed my back up against it. Seconds later and we were full on kissing. His hands cupped and squeezed my breasts through the dress before he turned me around and led me to the double bed.
He wasted no time in unzipping the back of my dress and pulling it down my body. He kept repeating how gorgeous and sexy he thought I was until I was standing in just my underwear and heels.
Next, he kissed me from head to toe, working his way down my body until he reached my feet. He removed my heels and then kissed his way back up my body again. I was extremely turned on and wanting to have sex with him now.
Robert then kissed me passionately again, our tongues entwining as he reached round my back and unclasped my bra. My big breasts didn’t drop. Robert unclasped the bra and immediately brought his hands to the front of my body to grab and weigh them. The bra eventually fell to the floor and he lowered his head to suck on my nipples.
So turned on, I reached for his trousers and started to unbuckle them, but he stopped me and told me to lay down on the bed.
Once I was led flat down on top of the bed covers, Robert eased my panties from my waist and down my legs. He grunted when he saw my shaven pussy and asked if I was on the pill.
Never a romantic question to ask, but when I told him that I was I realised his intention was to take me bareback. I’d never had sex without a condom before, despite using the contraceptive pill, but I didn’t tell Robert that.
He spread my legs and got into position to go down on me. I closed my eyes and moaned up at the ceiling. His tongue was warm and wet, it felt amazing licking and pressing into my already moist folds. He then slipped a finger inside and massaged my clit with his tongue. It didn’t take very long before I was experiencing my first orgasm of the evening.
As I lay recovering and enjoying the blissful sensations tingling throughout my body, Robert quickly undressed and told me to sit on the end of the bed. I knew what he wanted, I wanted it to.
His cock was genuinely bigger than the guys I’d experienced before him. I Escort Bodrum was excited. I grabbed his shaft and ran my tongue across the swollen head. I lapped up the tiny droplets of pre-cum and swallowed them down before he told me to lick his balls.
A lot of girls my age would have been repulsed to lick a grey-haired ball-sac of a man in his fifties, but it drove me crazy. I would never have been in that position had it not already been for my sexual fantasies of older men. I would have told Robert where to go when he first flirted. He obviously knew what kind of girl I was, even if I didn’t, when I accepted his offer to a drink.
Now here we were, with me sat on the end of a hotel bed sucking his thick cock and licking his balls.
After a few minutes, Robert told me to lay back down while he climbed onto the bed. He checked his watch and then took his cock in his hand. He didn’t even ask about condoms; he simply rubbed the end of his cock between my pussy lips and pushed into me.
A soft gasp escaped my mouth when he first touched and rub against me, but then a long throaty groan bellowed from my lungs when he pushed and pushed and pushed, until the full length of his cock was buried deep inside me.
Robert moaned how tight I was, telling me I was virgin tight, before he pulled out and pushed back in again. Back and forth he went until my insides had expanded enough to allow him easy access. As soon as we were moaning together, my arms and legs wrapped around his body, preventing him from escaping, not that he wanted to, Robert began to fuck me.
With deep thrusts he fucked me hard and deep, forcing me to groan louder and louder. I didn’t care if people on the other side of the door and walls could hear me. All I cared about was enjoying the best fuck of my young life.
Robert fucked me until I came, which was noisy and violent, and then he told me to get on top of him. I hadn’t the experience or confidence but I tried my best. I straddled him and guided his cock inside my body while he gently pulled me down by my hips. As soon as I was comfortable and moving my hips, Robert let go and grabbed my breasts.
As one we moved together, slowly fucking until I climaxed for an incredible third time. Robert then told me to bend over. He wanted to cum fucking me from behind.
We quickly moved around and he wasted little time pushing his cock back inside my pussy. I was a horny mess. My pussy was swollen with my lips and clit throbbing like nothing before.
Robert wasn’t particularly gentle this time. He pushed into me and grabbed my hips. He fucked me hard and slapped my arse a few times before he grabbed my hair and yanked me up. I was crying out in pain and pleasure, begging to be fucked harder as he started calling me filthy names.
Robert called me a young slut and told me to cum on his cock while he fucked my young pussy. It drove us both towards the edge. My tits were swinging like pendulums. I felt so hot and dirty.
Then, Robert let go of my hair and I fell forwards down onto the bed. Moaning like a whore into the bed covers, he fucked me as hard and as fast as he could. Moments later, and he was grunting as he lunged into me. I felt a twitching sensation followed by a swelling deep inside me. He told it was coming and then it did come.
I screamed out as his full body weight crushed down on my lower back. He had started ejaculating. He literally knocked the air out of my body, as with he each grunt he thrust into me and shot cum into my pussy. Deeper and deeper he went until finally he had nothing left to shoot.
Robert slowly lifted himself off of me and I felt his cock slip from my battered pussy, followed by his sticky cum running out from between my legs. It was the first time a guy had cum inside me without a condom, it was a sensation I couldn’t wait to have more of.
When we dressed and made ourselves respectable again, Robert kissed me and told me I was the best fuck he’d ever had. I smiled, doubting his words but accepting them, nonetheless.
That evening as I lay in the bath, I slowly rubbed my clit and played with my pussy. I had fucked my first older man, in fact, my first older man had fucked me… and I had loved every filthy second of it.