You make me so wet.

He was an older guy, and his confidence & humor turned me on like no other. The way he was so casual, so cool, so calm.. drove me wild. The fact that he didn’t pay me much attention, drove me insane. I wanted.. needed.. craved his attention. Every time I saw him, I just licked my lips and wanted so badly to taste him.. and when I looked at the bulge in his pants.. my mind went nuts. I so badly wanted him to just bend me over and take complete advantage of my wet pulsing pussy, that so badly ached for him.

I couldn’t think of how I could get him. I had come up with a few plans but none seemed coy enough to have him alone. So, I went with a classic. “I need help on an English paper” seemed pretty legit.. in my mind. I went about my plan anyways. Called him up, explained that I was in a pinch and needed help asap. He complied, told me to come over later. I did. But, I didn’t go unprepared. I threw on some lacey lingerie under my ass-hugging jeans & low cut shirt. I grabbed my bag, and left.

I arrived at his house later than expected. It was pushing 11pm, but he still welcomed me in. We sat down on his couch and I showed him what I was working on. He glanced over it, and we talked for a bit. The whole time we talked, I just imagined those lips, which were spilling such sexy intelligence, pressed against mine. I inched closer. He looked up, smiled, and continued discussing my paper. I leaned in, making sure there was full view of my cleavage, and pretended to intently listen. He glanced up, gazed into my eyes.. then lowered his gaze to my cleavage line. He smirked.. it drove me nuts.. and went back to my paper. I couldn’t take it. I knew he wanted me. I knew it. I couldn’t… take.. it.. anymore.. so I snatched my paper from his hands, threw it over my shoulder, and pressed myself against him with a long, sexy kiss. He gripped my hair and kissed me back, so hard, yet so soft.



I straddled him, and continued kissing. I felt him grow hard under me, his bulge pressing against my pants.. and I let a moan escape. He pulled away, and laughed.

“Eager are we?” He said with a smirk.

I winked. “Nah, just getting started, old man.”

He laughed and pulled me back in for some deep, sexy, tongue filled kisses. He pushed me onto the couch, and pulled himself on top of me. He was so strong, I couldn’t even move from his grip. He pinned me there for a while, as one of his hands moved under my shirt. When he realized there was a little surprise for him, he growled into my ear, “I want to see what you have hiding. Let me see you.” I writhed. He licked my ear, sucked, and moved to my neck, then suddenly whipped my shirt off, right over my head. He sat up, pulling me up to stand in front of him, and smiled.



“Fuck.. it’s like Christmas. When can I unwrap?” He murmered.

I purposed turned around slowly, giving him a view of my lacy lingerie that just reached the tip of my ass. I swayed my hips, and played with my hair.

“I dunno.. have you been naughty? We all know you don’t get gifts if you were naughty..” I replied with a smirk.



“I get what I want.” He said with a wink, as he abruptly stood up. “Now, sit down.”



I did exactly what he said. I sat down on the couch. He kneeled in front of me, and before I could say or do anything, he spread my legs open, pulled me forward by my hips, and I immediately felt his tongue dip into my hot pussy. I threw my head back and let out a sigh. The rhythm of his tongue was mind blowing.