Midlife Glitch (May/December Romances Book 1) (4 page)

I nodded again. "Yeah. I hate to say it, but you'll run into that a lot."

She gave me a pouty face. "Maybe I'll just need to keep you on speed dial."

I gave her a little kiss on the nose. I liked the idea of being her booty call.

"Anyway," she continued. "It's totally different with you. You know, it feels like we're dancing together or something. I knew you'd be good. I watched you with Joanne more than once," she said blushing.

"Your dad would keel over if he knew what sending you here for the month would do."

She laughed darkly. "No. He'd kill
you
. Well, if he got to you before Mom did."

I frowned.

She laughed again. "Don't worry. He'd kill me too, assuming he got to me before Joanne. So I guess we'll just have to keep this our little secret, huh?"

"That's probably a good idea," I replied quietly.

***

The day passed quietly. I hadn't seen Ashley in a while, and when I check in on her in her room, she was napping peacefully.

As I went about various household chores, I was happy, almost giddy. I was not under any particular illusions. Odds were this would end badly, very badly. There would be tears, if not blood. But all of that was in the future, and for right now I was sharing my house with a gorgeous, young, woman, who was funny, good company, and who seemed against all logic to be happy, eager actually, to have no-strings-attached sex with me. For a man my age, with a few bucks in the bank, it was better than winning the lottery.

Late that afternoon, I returned from food shopping to find Ashley in the kitchen on her computer. She was recently showered, fresh faced, looking almost obscenely attractive in just yoga pants and a clingy tee. She helped me put away the groceries and we chatted about nothing in particular, celebrity gossip, movies. We talked about college. She was excited, but a little anxious. I told her a few of my freshman stories. She laughed at what a geek I'd been.

I made dinner, braised lamb shanks, and she helped me with the homemade pasta. For a little thing, she had a good appetite and thankfully was a committed carnivore. It occurred to me that she'd one day make her husband very happy. The thought triggered in me a small twinge of jealousy, but it quickly passed. That too was in the future.

I debated opening a bottle of wine for dinner, but then I realized that giving an eighteen-year-old some alcohol was surely the least of my recent sins. We ate, and her second glass got her pleasantly silly. She started teasing me about my minor OCD -- I'd probably moved all of the groceries she'd put away to put them in the "right" place -- giggling at her own jokes. I teased her about being a slob. Her clothes were scattered all over her room. It was fun, oddly comfortable.

After dinner we retired to the family room and watched TV. We both got a kick from reality game shows.
America’s Got Talent. The Voice.
That kind of stuff. She liked to pretend she watched them ironically, but she knew way too much of the back-stories for that to be believable.

It got a little chilly with the AC on, and we ended up curling up under a blanket on the sofa. I loved the feel of her body against mine, and not surprisingly things got a little touchy-feely.

She'd been rubbing my crotch for a while through my jeans when suddenly she disappeared under the blanket. Her fingers traced the outline of my cock, and then she unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper. I helped her by lifting myself off the sofa as she pulled down my pants.

She licked my prick playfully and let her silky hair trail over my crotch, which has to be one of my favorite sensations, ticklish and fraught with anticipation. She stroked my cock with her cool, small hand. And then she took me in her mouth.

I gasped. In pain. She was sucking on me hard. Her teeth scratched me. She starting bobbing up and down like a woman possessed, which only made things worse.

"Oh jeez, Ashley, stop for a second," I exclaimed, my tone maybe a little more harsh than I intended. I yanked at her.

She sat back up. She gave me a pout.

"What's the matter?"

"Well," I said as kindly as I could, "there are, um, ways to make that feel better."

"Jimmy and Trent didn't complain."

I laughed. "Most guys your age are so happy that a girl as hot as you is going down on them that they wouldn't complain even if you drew blood."

"Did I make you bleed?" She asked, aghast.

I laughed and stroked her cheek. "Not yet, but I didn't want to take that chance."

She laughed a little, still obviously feeling a little defensive.

"Listen, I'm guessing you picked up some of that from porn, but that's a bad model. All that rough stuff looks good on film, but doesn't feel so good in real life."

"Okay," she replied, "so..."

"Well, the thing about it is that you want to neither suck nor blow. It's much more about using your mouth like a... like a...." I hesitated.

"A pussy?"

"Erm, yeah. But even wetter and with tongue. Here try this," I said pushing my finger into her mouth.

She sucked on it.

"More gentle. You don't really need any pressure. Just let it slide wetly past your lips."

I pumped my finger in and out of her mouth slowly.

"Now use your tongue," I instructed.

She licked my finger up and down as I continued to pump it in and out. I pressed a second finger into her mouth. It took her a few moments to adjust, but soon she was giving my digits a quality hummer. She'd get better over time, but at least she wasn't causing pain anymore.

"That's it. That's nice," I encouraged her.

"Can I try on your wiener?"

I chuckled. "Sure."

She disappeared back under the covers and took me again in her mouth. It was like night and day. Her mouth was wet and soft, her silky hair all over my lap.

"Hmm, that nice. That's right. Nice and wet. Lots of tongue. You can use your hands too."

She was an eager pupil, and it was that thought more than anything else that really got me going. She took me extra deep.

"Oh God, Ashley, you need to stop, I'm close."

She kept bobbing up and down on my shaft. "I'm not eighteen, you know. If I finish now, I'll be out of commission for a while."

She peeked out from under the blanket, while still wetly stroking my cock.

"That's okay. It's still early, and I'm sure you have plenty of other ways to entertain me.

She disappeared under the covers and swallowed me back deep into her mouth.

"Ashley?"

She gave an exaggerated sigh and look up at me again. "What does a girl have to do to be allowed to finish off her man around here?"

I chuckled. There was something just so cute about her.

"That's just it," I said seriously. "You know, right, that you don't have to let a man finish in your mouth or on your face? Some guys think because they see it on the Internet they have a right to it or something. Anal too. But you should never feel like you have to. You know?"

She smiled. "You're sweet, Uncle Danny. And yes, I know that. But can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Would you enjoy it? Finishing in my mouth, I mean." I hesitated for a second. "Be honest," she added.

I nodded.

She smiled and ducked back beneath the covers again and slurped wetly on my cock.

I moaned softly. I'd never actually finished in a girl's mouth. Back when I was dating in the late-1970s and early-1980s there was a lot sex, but oral was less common. It was easier to get pussy than head. Virtually no girls let you finish in their mouths. That was a hooker move. And facials were uncommon even in porn. Joanne had sucked my dick thousands of times over the years, of course, but always a form of foreplay.

Ashley was working my shaft deftly now, her tongue swirling around my glans before taking me into her mouth again. She gently fondled my balls. I closed my eyes, relaxed and let the sensation wash over me.

"Oh God, I'm close," I moaned.

She swallowed me deep, deeper than she had yet. I gasped and came hard. Ashley let out a muffled moan and quickly swallowed my first spurt. She kneaded my balls more firmly now as I spurted three more times in quick succession. When she gulped that down, she let my cock slide almost completely out of her mouth, sucking just on the head as she pumped her fist up and down my shaft, milking every last drop of jism into her mouth.

When she was done, she gave my cock a last quick kiss and sat up beside me.

"God, you're amazing," I gushed in post-hummer bliss.

“Looks like I’m a good student,” she noted. "Judging by that smile, I think you'd buy me a car now if I asked for it."

I laughed. "I don't see you as the mercenary type."

She gave me a naughty smirk. "I dunno. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, sugar daddy." She giggled at her own line.

On the television an amazingly fit woman in skimpy workout attire was yelling at an obese woman who looked about ready to fall off a treadmill.

"Do you care about this?" I asked.

"No," she replied, her hand on my thigh. "Let's go to bed."

***

My "wiener" was out of action for a while, and we spent that time in bed naked, kissing, sucking, touching, tickling, giggling. I massaged her back, rubbing from her shoulders down to the tiny taper of her waist. She had the cutest little Venus dimples on her lower back.

I rolled her over and played with her breasts, sucking on each nipple until it was wet and puffy.  She was writhing from the attention, moaning softly. I went down on her soaked pussy. The moment my tongue touched her clit she exploded, her pussy getting even wetter.

I keep mentioning how wet she was because, well, it was amazing. It reminded me of when I was first dating Joanne. She'd gone out for drinks with some guys from work. That always made me crazy with jealousy because two of the guys made no bones about the fact that they wanted to bone her. But you can't follow your girlfriend around 24/7, so at some point you just have to trust her.

Joanne was supposed to come over after the happy hour, but she was late, and didn't knock on my door until almost ten. I was itching for a fight, but she just latched onto me and kissed me hard. She reeked of booze and sweat. "We went dancing," she slurred.

She rubbed my crotch. "I want you," she hissed.

I reached down between her legs as well. She was soaked, soaked through her jeans. We stumbled over to the sofa and peeled off our clothes. The smell of her hot cunt hit me like shot, a rich, musky aroma. Even thirty years later, I can still remember it. I tried to finger her, but she pushed me away.

"Just fuck me," she gasped.

I shoved my dick into her wet, puffy snatch. There was no romance. I just banged her hard. It was an angry fuck. I was angry that she'd kept me waiting. Angry that she'd let someone else get her so turned on. Angry because I suspected she might have done more and that I was actually getting sloppy seconds. She always denied that things had gone that far, though she did admit that some lines were crossed. But I'll always remember her coming home like that, panties completely soaked through.

Ashley was now getting as wet as Joanne had been that night. Her juices got all over my face, they glazed her inner thighs. I ate her tight little snatch enthusiastically, and her panting, gasping response gave me just the right encouragement to keep at it, even when my jaw got sore.

There were lots of hot moments. I sucked her clit into my mouth, my tongue circling the hood. She gasped and came hard, her stomach muscles visibly contracting. Then after a little break, I went down on her again. This time she got so excited that she grabbed my head and held it down as she pumped her hips up and down roughly. Then finally, I rolled on my back and she climbed on top, a full body 69.

I loved her mouth on my cock, but what really got me excited was her pussy humping up and down on my face, her erect nipples pressed against my belly, the feel of her twisting and writhing and bucking in ecstasy.

She slid off me, face down on the bed, exhausted. My dick was finally back in action. I climbed on top of her and stabbed my cock between her wet thighs. Her wet, puffy pussy seemed to almost reach out and pull me inside. I filled her with a single thrust, and then stayed there like that, completely buried inside her for a couple of minutes as I ran my fingers through her hair and kissed her cheek.

Then, I fucked her hard, trying to drive her down through the mattress. She was virtually swallowed up by me, the two of us moving together, covered in sweat. She was almost mewling, especially as I started thrusting harder and harder. I came what felt like a gallon inside her.

I lay on top of her for a few moments, catching my breath, before rolling off and onto my back. She threw an arm and a leg over me and nuzzled her face into my neck.

"I think I’m falling in love with you," she moaned.

I hesitated. The same thought had crossed my mind, though just fleetingly.