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Following my first experience with an older man I then went and stumbled into my second one. I was meant to go clubbing with my friends, but whilst at a trendy wine bar beforehand I met a guy called Wayne, and he was out celebrating his friends fiftieth birthday.
Wayne was around 5'9" I guess, compared to my shorter 5'4". He was slim and fairly handsome actually. He definitely looked ten years younger.
I was standing at the bar waiting to be served, dressed in a short skirt and a strappy top with my bust clearly on show. If you had big tits you'd understand it's easier to embrace them than try to find clothes that hide them. I had given up on feeling awkward when men stared. I choose to tease them instead, or simply ignore them if I didn't fancy them.
With Wayne, however, I neither fancied or teased him. He was a friendly, polite guy who just happened to be standing next to me at the bar. He accidentally bumped into me before profusely apologising. I laughed and told him to chill out.
"Buy me a drink and I'll forgive you," I joked with him.
"I'll buy you two drinks if you give me your number," he joked back. "I'm only messing with you. I'll gladly buy you a drink for nothing in return."
I felt bad for being so cheeky to such a genuine nice guy, but not bad enough to refuse the drink.
Over a glass of wine, Wayne and I chatted at the bar. He didn't flirt at first, but when he did try and he asked my age, he quickly backed off and apologised again. I laughed. So what if I had only just turned nineteen.
Again, I told him to chillax, I knew he wasn't trying to get me into bed.
"I wouldn't say no to taking you to bed," he joked further. "But I think your dad might have something to say about it, and your mum. You're really nineteen? You look older. Not in a bad way, but I'd have said you were easily twenty-one, twenty-two."
I pulled out my five-month-old driver's license and showed it to him. "I don't believe you're fifty either," I laughed. Upon which he pulled out his driver's license.
We both laughed and finished our drinks before he bought me another one to return to my friends with. Throughout the rest of my time in that bar we glanced, smiled and smirked at one another.
Just like Robert in my first story, if I didn't have a draw towards older men I wouldn't have made much of a conversation to begin with. I knew Wayne fancied me, and he was definitely enjoying an ego boost from having a nineteen-year-old woman flirt back with him.
When my friends and I got up to go join the queue for the club something came over me. On impulse, I took out my phone and feigned a text message from my mother asking me to come home. She wasn't feeling very well. I felt guilty for tempting fate, but it's the first Bodrum Escort excuse that popped into my head.
The girls accepted my excuse and gave me hugs and kisses before they left. I then went to the toilet, making sure I passed Wayne on the way. As I approached he looked at me and stepped away from his friends.
"Are you ok? I noticed you didn't leave with your friends."
"I'm fine. I was hoping you might fancy getting out of here for a drink somewhere else?"
Wayne looked at his friends and then back to me. "Are you serious?"
"Deadly," I giggled. "But I need the toilet first. If you fancy it then meet me outside."
"I fancy it alright!" he beamed. "I'll think of a way to leave this lot and then I'll meet you outside."
Fifteen minutes later and Wayne and I were walking down the street like two friends. We didn't hold hands or anything like that, we simply chatted and joked until we reached a bar we both liked the look of.
Inside he bought us drinks and we chatted some more. The sexual tension bubbled as he undressed me with his eyes. He was terrible at stealing glances of my tits, but then most guys were. I didn't mind too much though; I'd already made up my mind I wanted to have sex with him.
Wayne admitted he was divorced with two tween sons. He said he lived alone and asked me if I'd like a nightcap. I laughed; it was like something out of another movie. A nightcap! I nodded with a smile and told him I'd love to see his place and share a nightcap with him, and then we drank up to hail a taxi.
Wayne lived in a quiet street inside a small three-bedroom semi-detached property. When I entered I immediately saw the evidence that he had kids. Beneath the TV sat an Xbox with games scattered around the TV stand.
"What would you like to drink, Alice?"
"Do you have wine?"
"Sure," he replied, grabbing a fresh bottle from a wine rack.
"So, here we are," I giggled, accepting the glass from him.
"I keep having to pinch myself that you actually asked me to have a drink with you."
I loved that he was the opposite to Robert. He was confident but not arrogant. He seemed more appreciative of my presence to. I felt safe again, but unlike with Robert, I felt I needed to be the one to make the moves. Wayne was certainly a gentleman.
We sat on the sofa and chatted until we finished our drinks. Wayne then came over a little shy, I could see what he wanted but he didn't want to push me in case I backed out. I guess I was a hell of a lot younger than he was used to.
"I've seen the downstairs, but how about you show me the upstairs," I said, with a devilishly smirk.
"I can show you upstairs but I'm afraid I won't be able to let you back down," he smirked Bodrum Escort Bayan back.
"You mean to keep me up there forever, if I take a look?"
"Not forever, but certainly for the night."
I pulled out my phone and genuinely text my mother this time.
"I hope you're not calling a cab already?"
"No," I shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm just texting my mum to say I'll be home in the morning."
"Holy fuck!" Wayne gasped. "She won't mind. What about your dad?"
"My dad is long gone," I chuckled, enjoying the look of shock on his face. "I'm nineteen, I can stay out all night as long as my mum knows I'm safe."
Wayne slid across the sofa and planted his lips smack bang on mine. I giggled and opened my mouth to let his tongue inside. We kissed for a few minutes then he pulled away, panting.
"It's time I showed you the upstairs."
As soon as we were inside his bedroom I took charge. I scrambled for his belt and had his trousers and boxers off in seconds. He then kissed me and pulled my top up.
"I need to see those big tits!" he groaned, throwing my top across the room as I unclasped my bra. "They're fucking massive for such a young woman!"
Wayne pounced, grabbing my tits and kissing me feverishly as I tugged on his cock. He wasn't big, average I'd say, which was fine.
I allowed him a few minutes to feast on my tits, sucking my nipples and digging his fingers into the soft flesh, before I dropped to my knees and sucked on his cock.
Deep throating him and then pushing his cock up to lick his balls, I worked his cock as Wayne groaned his approval. All the while he continued to play with my tits. I then licked the sensitive underside of his shaft, sliding my slick tongue along the throbbing muscle with its veins popping out the sides. He was rock hard and I liked how his balls hung heavy, before I stood up and we both undressed fully.
Next, we got under the bed covers and kissed as we groped each other. While Wayne slowly fingered my pussy with two fingers, I gently stroked his cock in my hand. I was tipsy and horny, and after a few minutes of this foreplay I could no longer wait to be fucked.
I pushed him onto his back and straddled him. Condoms yet again didn't even come into the equation. I took his cock and guided him between my legs. Wayne gasped and grabbed my tits while I rubbed the sensitive tip of his cock along my slippery, shaven slit. I spread my folds with his dark purple head and savoured the wonderful feeling, knowing full well what was soon to follow.
"Ohhhhhh fuck, Alice! You're sexy as fuck, girl!"
I smiled and slowly lowered my body down on his. As soon as his cock was inside me I leaned forwards and let my big tits hang in his face. Escort Bodrum Wayne flicked his tongue out and tasted my hard nipples again, as I began to rock back and forth.
We were quickly moaning, building a rhythm until he grabbed my hips and started fucking me from underneath. Wayne bucked his hips up from the bed like a madman. I feared he was going to cum too quickly, but I needn't have worried, because he stopped and told me to swap places.
He loved my big tits; he couldn't get enough of them. Wayne put my legs on his shoulders and thrust back inside me, grabbing my tits at every opportunity. He repeated how sexy I was and then started to fuck me for all he was worth.
He wasn't big enough to penetrate me to the depths I required to climax, so I managed to squeeze a hand between my legs and rub my clit.
Wayne lifted himself up slightly, giving me the room I needed. Perfect! He started fucking me hard again as I rubbed myself to a good orgasm. My pussy contracted violently, and in its vice like grip, sent Wayne over the edge.
He quickly pulled out and stroked his cock over me. He didn't ask if I was ok with it, he simply moved up my body and started ejaculating over my tits. Of course I was ok with it. I squashed them together and moaned, telling him how warm his cum felt until he finished. The look of pleasure on his face boosted my ego to new heights. Wayne wasn't the first guy to cum over my tits, but he was certainly the first mature guy to do it. I was impressed. He didn't cover them but he did a pretty good job.
Wayne then went to the toilet and returned with a towel. I cleaned myself before we actually led in bed watching late night Saturday TV. Only then did I realise how early we had left our friends. It felt right, laying there like a couple until I dozed off to sleep.
When I woke in the morning I stirred from what I thought was an erotic dream. What I actually woke to was Wayne playing with my pussy whilst kissing my breasts.
"Morning, beautiful," he grinned.
"Morning," I smiled, stretching and moaning as I came around.
Once I was awake I opened my legs to give him better access. Wayne took it as an invitation to climb between them. Again, I didn't mind. I welcomed his cock inside me, where we fucked in missionary position until we both came.
Delighted I didn't need to rub my clit this time, I clenched my insides like a vice once more as he grunted and emptied his balls into my womb. I knew then, experiencing my second mature man, that I could get addicted to having a man old enough to be my father cumming inside me.
We swapped numbers and I did sleep with Wayne two more times before I gently let him down and broke off our 'thing', before it actually became a 'thing'.
Wayne took it well, despite blaming himself for showing signs that he had developed strong feelings for me. The truth was I had met another older man online in a chat room I often used when bored and horny. I didn't want two guys on the go, and as nice as Wayne was, I'd had my fill of fun with him.