Twenty Years Later And I'm Still Hung Up On Him

I was sixteen going on seventeen and me and a friend went to Chili's. Waiting for a table my friend told me this older guy was checking me out. Then that he was staring at my ass. I got self conscious and turned and made eye contact, eyeing me up and down, staring at my tits and my crotch. I turned away from him but my friend kept an eye on him. When we got called to our table, he was at the next table across from me.

My fiend told me to give him a freeby, flash my panties at him. He stared right up my thighs, I could hardly keep my thighs open. My friend said she could see him rubbing his boner in his pants. He got up and walked past me, he definitely had a boner. When he walked back he left a folded napkin with me.

--Are you as wet as I'm hard for you?

I tried to not look at him, but he kept staring into my eyes and I couldn't stop looking into his eyes. I was no longer holding my legs open, but I was wet through and through. He sent an ice cream Sunday to our table with two spoons. I had to say thank you. When it was time for us to leave, the waiter said he had already paid the bill.

Outside, we waited to thank him, he asked if we were free for a little three way party. My friend said no thank you and you call her in the morning. He more or less pushed me along to his car, and reached around me to buckle me in, carefully running the shoulder belt between my tits.

--Are you going to fuck me?

We drove to a house and into a garage, he showed me the house, the kitchen and bedroom.

--You're the boss in the kitchen I'm the boss in the bedroom.

I had never been undressed since I was little. Everything he took off including my socks. He kissed me up and down, front and back, before laying me on the bed. I held my mouth shut, but I couldn't keep from looking into his eyes, not even when he came in me. Everyone knows that's how you get pregnant.

They tell you that you can't get over the man you get under.