Straight Female / 21
Start Of A Fun Summer
After I finished my second year of uni last summer, I was back in my hometown staying with my parents and got a job in a local pub to earn some cash and stave off the boredom. It was run by a couple in their thirties. The woman, Sarah, handled the business and her husband Joe, managed the bar.
It quickly became clear that Joe fancied me. I didn’t mind as he was hot in a ruggedly handsome older guy kind of way. Plus he was Irish and Irish accents are just sexy. We would flirt whenever his wife was out of earshot. He’d compliment my outfits and tell me I made him wish he was single.
One weekend, Sarah went away to visit her parents. After a busy Saturday night, Joe and I found ourselves alone after close. I’d been planning on going out with a friend, but she’d bailed at the last moment so with nothing better to do, I agreed to have a drink with him.
As we chatted I could feel the sexual tension between us. He started gently stroking my arm as our faces grew closer. I knew he wanted it and so did I. When he pulled in for a kiss, I didn’t say no. We started making out passionately as he ran his hands all over my body.
We were both lost to the heat of the moment. He leant me over the bar and pulled down my shorts and thong before burying his tongue in my pussy. I was soaking wet as he ate me out like a pro, fingering my arsehole until I came right there and then on the bar.
I barely had time to catch my breath before he took me by the hand and led me upstairs to his and Sarah’s bedroom. We fell onto the bed and frantically tore off the rest of our clothes. My skin was on fire as he explored every inch of my body with his hands and mouth.
He absolutely worshipped my body; I don’t think he could believe his luck to have a naked 20 year old girl in his bed. I begged him to fuck me and he didn’t need asking twice. We got a condom from his draw and he slid into me, his magnificent dick completely filling me up.
We started with slow, deep, passionate missionary. As he looked into my eyes, he told me how tight my pussy felt. He gradually picked up the pace until he had me on the edge again and we rolled over so I was on top. I started riding him furiously while he played with my tits and told me to cum for him. I had another mind blowing orgasm, and collapsed onto the bed.
We lay there for a few moments, my body quivering as he traced my curves with his fingers and told me how beautiful I was. I was aware he hadn’t cum yet and asked him how he wanted me. He told me to get on my knees. Soon, he was inside me again, hands on my waist as he pounded me from behind.
The whole bed was shaking from the speed and intensity of his thrusts. I couldn’t help but notice the feel of his wedding ring against my skin. It made me feel so naughty. I could tell he was close and I egged him on, telling him to fuck me harder until he couldn’t take it anymore. I asked if I was better than his wife and it sent him over the edge. He cried out, “so much better,” as he came.
We caught our breath, talking about how amazing it was, and how much he’d fantasised about fucking me. I asked if I could take a shower. After a few minutes, he joined me and we caressed each other’s wet, naked bodies until we were having gentle standing sex, pressed against the wall.
I knew it was time to go home and he called me a cab as I got dressed. We agreed not to say anything and after making out one more time, I finally left. I slept so well that night and was in such a good mood for the next few days that my parents wondered what had gotten into me.
The next time I saw Sarah, she was completely normal and friendly and I knew she had no idea what had gone down between me and her husband. I wish I could say I felt guilty but I didn’t. Joe and I continued to see each other in secret for the rest of the summer. We only managed to actually have sex a few more times, but whenever we did we made the most of it.
By the time summer was out, we’d hooked up in his car, in a nearby field and all over my parents’ living room and kitchen. He’d fingered me with his wife in the next room and I’d sucked him off and swallowed his cum in the pub cellar in the middle of a shift. He turned up on my doorstep one night with a bottle of wine and lube, and fucked my arse while I was tied to the headboard of my single bed. I could barely walk the next day, but it was fucking great.
It was such a thrill sneaking around with him, knowing how much he wanted me, knowing he was prepared to risk everything just to have me. I loved having an older, experienced man satisfy me in ways guys my age rarely did. He loved having a sexy younger girl do all the things his wife wouldn’t in bed.
Neither of us caught feelings and we ended things amicably when I went back to uni. I’ve been thinking about him a lot recently as in a few weeks time, I’ll be heading back to my hometown again. I’m sorely tempted to hit him up.
It quickly became clear that Joe fancied me. I didn’t mind as he was hot in a ruggedly handsome older guy kind of way. Plus he was Irish and Irish accents are just sexy. We would flirt whenever his wife was out of earshot. He’d compliment my outfits and tell me I made him wish he was single.
One weekend, Sarah went away to visit her parents. After a busy Saturday night, Joe and I found ourselves alone after close. I’d been planning on going out with a friend, but she’d bailed at the last moment so with nothing better to do, I agreed to have a drink with him.
As we chatted I could feel the sexual tension between us. He started gently stroking my arm as our faces grew closer. I knew he wanted it and so did I. When he pulled in for a kiss, I didn’t say no. We started making out passionately as he ran his hands all over my body.
We were both lost to the heat of the moment. He leant me over the bar and pulled down my shorts and thong before burying his tongue in my pussy. I was soaking wet as he ate me out like a pro, fingering my arsehole until I came right there and then on the bar.
I barely had time to catch my breath before he took me by the hand and led me upstairs to his and Sarah’s bedroom. We fell onto the bed and frantically tore off the rest of our clothes. My skin was on fire as he explored every inch of my body with his hands and mouth.
He absolutely worshipped my body; I don’t think he could believe his luck to have a naked 20 year old girl in his bed. I begged him to fuck me and he didn’t need asking twice. We got a condom from his draw and he slid into me, his magnificent dick completely filling me up.
We started with slow, deep, passionate missionary. As he looked into my eyes, he told me how tight my pussy felt. He gradually picked up the pace until he had me on the edge again and we rolled over so I was on top. I started riding him furiously while he played with my tits and told me to cum for him. I had another mind blowing orgasm, and collapsed onto the bed.
We lay there for a few moments, my body quivering as he traced my curves with his fingers and told me how beautiful I was. I was aware he hadn’t cum yet and asked him how he wanted me. He told me to get on my knees. Soon, he was inside me again, hands on my waist as he pounded me from behind.
The whole bed was shaking from the speed and intensity of his thrusts. I couldn’t help but notice the feel of his wedding ring against my skin. It made me feel so naughty. I could tell he was close and I egged him on, telling him to fuck me harder until he couldn’t take it anymore. I asked if I was better than his wife and it sent him over the edge. He cried out, “so much better,” as he came.
We caught our breath, talking about how amazing it was, and how much he’d fantasised about fucking me. I asked if I could take a shower. After a few minutes, he joined me and we caressed each other’s wet, naked bodies until we were having gentle standing sex, pressed against the wall.
I knew it was time to go home and he called me a cab as I got dressed. We agreed not to say anything and after making out one more time, I finally left. I slept so well that night and was in such a good mood for the next few days that my parents wondered what had gotten into me.
The next time I saw Sarah, she was completely normal and friendly and I knew she had no idea what had gone down between me and her husband. I wish I could say I felt guilty but I didn’t. Joe and I continued to see each other in secret for the rest of the summer. We only managed to actually have sex a few more times, but whenever we did we made the most of it.
By the time summer was out, we’d hooked up in his car, in a nearby field and all over my parents’ living room and kitchen. He’d fingered me with his wife in the next room and I’d sucked him off and swallowed his cum in the pub cellar in the middle of a shift. He turned up on my doorstep one night with a bottle of wine and lube, and fucked my arse while I was tied to the headboard of my single bed. I could barely walk the next day, but it was fucking great.
It was such a thrill sneaking around with him, knowing how much he wanted me, knowing he was prepared to risk everything just to have me. I loved having an older, experienced man satisfy me in ways guys my age rarely did. He loved having a sexy younger girl do all the things his wife wouldn’t in bed.
Neither of us caught feelings and we ended things amicably when I went back to uni. I’ve been thinking about him a lot recently as in a few weeks time, I’ll be heading back to my hometown again. I’m sorely tempted to hit him up.
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