This story is dedicated to one of my dear followers on Twitter, who gave me the idea for a young woman and older man sharing a fantasy with each other. 😉
I could tell you how I ended up on one of the couches in the back of the bookstore after locking up, with Edward’s strong arms wrapped around me. Let’s just say that over the past few months this handsome older man has taken a liking to me. He’s a regular here in the small bookstore I manage, and he has been spending more and more time here since his wife passed away. He had come in earlier tonight and now here we both are alone in the dim light and I can’t believe I’m doing this.
Thinking back, I couldn’t help but notice him the first time he came into the store. His salt and pepper hair had just a little more salt than pepper, and he was in very good shape for someone that could have passed for my grandpa.
My grandpa died when I was in junior high school, and I cried for days when it happened. I loved when he’d take me on walks in the woods and teach me about the trees and animals there. He was the man that defined what a hero was to a little girl, and over time I told Edward how much he reminded me of him.
Maybe it was my romantic vision of a junior high girl that had materialized before my eyes all these years later, but Edward had become my pretend grandpa. We joked about it often, and we grew closer as the last few weeks passed.
After a few visits, he started to flirt with me, and that’s when I noticed his sweet eyes. They were slate gray with just a touch of blue and they always betrayed his mood when he came in. If he was having a good day, they sparkled and danced as he joked with me and my boss. But on the bad days the sparkle dimmed and the dancing stopped. They were the eyes of a man that had experienced everything, and now they were staring into my eyes and they smoldered with a look I’d never seen in them before.
“You’re so beautiful, Emily,” Edward said. His fingers caressed my cheek, and he pulled me closer to his chest. I nuzzled my face against him and my lips brushed the soft skin of his neck in a half-kiss.
“I’m so glad you’re my pretend grandpa, Edward.” I wrapped my free arm around him and hugged him closer.
“I’m glad you’re my pretend granddaughter, sweetie.”
His thumb lifted my chin so that we were staring into each other’s eyes, and then it just happened. He lifted my chin and kissed me. His lips were so soft and his moustache tickled my nose, and I smiled and kissed him back.
He pulled away and smiled at me, and then caressed my cheek with the palm of his hand as he slid it around to the back of my head. He entangled his fingers in my short blonde hair, and the smoldering look in his eyes had turned to fire, and I felt a strange mix of feelings well-up inside…a mix of comfort and security…and arousal.
“My sweet Emily,” he said. “I love you, and if you want me to stop I promise that I will. You just feel so warm and good, and it’s been so long since…” His words drifted along with his gaze, and I touched his cheek.
“I don’t want you to stop, Edward. I want you to kiss me. I want you to make love to me. I want to make you feel good again.”
Our eyes met again, and he bathed my face in soft kisses before stopping on my lips for a more lingering and sensual kiss. I wrapped my arm around his neck and pulled him closer. When our tongues touched, I opened my mouth and let him explore my tongue. I felt that familiar warm itch start deep in my belly, and it fluttered when his hand caressed my neck and slid inside my blouse to my shoulder.
“Here, let me help…grandpa,” I said. I sat up and unbuttoned the top button on my blouse, and I nodded that I wanted him to continue. Each opened button revealed more of my body, and I felt his fingers shaking as he pulled my blouse open to see what awaited him inside.
I have tiny 32AA breasts, and sometimes I don’t wear a bra just because I really don’t need to. When Edward’s hands cupped my tiny tits and he brushed his thumbs over my nipples, I felt a jolt of energy shoot from each nipple to that growing itch between my legs. I let out a soft moan and closed my eyes.
“Kiss me, Edward,” I said, and his mouth devoured mine while his fingers kneaded my nipples until they were hard little pebbles. One of the perks of having small tits is that guys usually pay more attention to my nipples. Sometimes when I masturbate I can come by just pinching them harder and harder, and Edward’s attention was making me wetter by the second.
He nudged me and I lay back against the couch while his hands caressed every inch of my exposed body, all the while kissing me with a passion that I didn’t know older men could have. He lowered his head as he kissed his way down to my nipple and took it into his mouth. The jolt of arousal that his warm mouth delivered to my stiff nipple traveled right to my pussy, and that itch was now becoming an ache. My hips rose on their own, my body going on sexual auto pilot as my wonderful pretend grandpa licked and sucked my nipples as he caressed my body.
“God, Emily,” he said. “Are you getting randy, my little granddaughter?” He pulled back and looked at me with puppy dog eyes that dripped with wantonness and lust.
“Horny?” he asked. “Is that a better word? Sorry, that’s a word my wife and I used to…”
“Fuck yes, grandpa.” I interrupted him. “Yes you’re making me horny, you’re making my pussy wet, and I want you so bad.”
He grabbed me and kissed me with such force that it took my breath away, and he wrapped his arms around me and sat back on the couch, pulling me on top of him so that I was straddling one of his legs. His hand rested on my ass and he pushed it down while he lifted his knee so I could grind against it with my crotch.
The seam in the crotch of my jeans was against my clit, so as my hips ground against his leg it added to the warm tingles of arousal that pulsed inside me. I sat up and Edward helped me take off my blouse, and he began devouring my nipples, nibbling on them with his teeth as his hands caressed my bare back. The soft throbbing in my pussy was getting more intense as I humped Edward’s leg, and I knew I’d come if I kept it up.
“Let’s get you naked,” I said. I leaned back and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, and before I knew it he had pulled it off over his head.
“I don’t want to waste any time, my sweet girl.”
“Me either, grandpa.”
His chest was covered in thick silver and black hair, and I leaned forward and hugged him. The soft hair tickled my body as I lay against him. We held each other and caressed each other and got lost in the sensuous glow of warm skin against warm skin. We kissed and licked each other’s necks and I felt his hips rise as we moaned into each other’s mouths with a wet tongue kiss. A few luscious moments later I stood up and unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly.
“Lift your hips, Edward. I want to see what you’ve got there.” He did and I slid off his pants and boxers in one smooth motion and I straddled his leg again and we continued our kissing and nibbling and rubbing against each other. I slid my hand down across his belly and took his soft penis in my hand, and I fondled his balls and felt the skin pull tight and crinkly at my touch.
“Oh, Emily, that feels so wonder…FUL!” His breath caught as I wrapped my hand around his stiffening cock and squeezed. “But I want to see the rest of you, my dear.”
I stood up and he unbuttoned all five buttons of my jeans and slid them down, his thumbs hooking into my panties on the way down so they came off, too. He sat on the couch and I steadied myself against him as he pulled them off my legs.
“Oh, my god, child. You are so very beautiful.” His hands caressed my lower belly and a strange look came over him.
“Why don’t you have any pubic hair, Emily?” I laughed and he smiled. “What’s so funny?”
“Getting your pubic hair removed is kind of an in-thing right now. I go to a spa and have it done once a month, by waxing. It makes it nice and smooth and sexy. I just like the feel, and I think it looks kinda hot. What do you think?”
“Uh huh.” Edward shook his head and leaned in and kissed the top of my hip and worked his soft kisses down along the top of my leg and back up again to the other side. One of his arms was between my legs and he caressed my ass with his hand.
“That feels good, grandpa Edward,” I said. He pulled his hand back through and his fingers brushed my pussy. I felt some of my wetness seep out as his fingers parted my soft lips.
Edward stood up and pulled me into his arms and kissed me. His soft hands caressed my back as his tongue swirled against mine. I slid my hand down between us and took his cock in my hand. I felt it grow in my hand as I milked it, stopping occasionally to tickle his balls. Our kiss grew intense, and Edward moaned into my mouth as my fingers tickled the soft skin behind his balls.
I sat down and kept stroking his cock, and I looked up at him. His eyes were begging me to take his hardness in my mouth, and I did. I flicked my tongue against the tip of his cock, and then licked the underside of it a few times. I planted kisses all around the swollen head, and then while I looked up into his eyes I slid my mouth all the way down.
“Oh…oh…oh…god Emily that feels…so…good.” Every time he said something I slid my tongue from side to side and swallowed, and his hips started to buck against my face. I pulled my mouth from him and gasped for a breath or two and then went back at it. His cock grew thicker and harder inside my throat and I tasted his salty pre-cum on my tongue.
His hands held the back of my head while I devoured him, and he started to fuck my face. I slid my mouth back and sucked just the head of his cock and swirled my tongue around it and he groaned and I felt his knees buckle. I felt my pussy tingling and dripping now, and I couldn’t help dipping my fingers inside my pussy and offering it to Edward.
“Taste me, grandpa,” I begged, smiling. He sucked and licked my fingers clean, and the pushed me back on the couch. He kissed and nibbled on my neck, and made his way down my body.
“I want to taste more of you, my sweet girl.” He pushed my legs apart, and I grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs back so I was completely exposed to him. He lowered his mouth to my pussy and covered it with soft kisses. His hot breath made me squirm and I closed my eyes. He rested his hands on my thighs and spread my lips apart with his thumbs. I opened my eyes and looked down, and those steel gray-blue eyes were staring up at me, full of lust and desire.
“Put your tongue inside me, grandpa Edward,” I begged. “Please taste me, please.”
“All in good time, dear Emily.” He pursed his lips and blew a stream of warm breath right on my clit, and he kept doing it until I was writhing with every breath. My legs were tingling and my clit ached to be touched, and I wanted to feel his tongue inside my, probing me, teasing me…fucking me. I bucked my hips up to try to grind against his mouth, but he just kept blowing on my hardening clit.
“Oh, fuck Edward, pleeeaaase fuck me with your tongue, I can’t take this anymore!”
“Beg me again, Emily,” he said. His smile was devilish, and his eyes danced. “Tell me again what you want.”
“I…want…you…to…fuck…me…with…that…tongue.” With every word he blew harder on my clit, and I felt the warmth building deep in me, and I knew that when he put his tongue inside me that I would come.
With one smooth motion, he pointed his tongue out and put the underside of it on my clit, and then slid it down so it was poised at the entrance to my pussy.
“Oh, dear Emily. You’re dripping, dear.”
“Fuck me with your tongue, Edward. Make me come, now!”
He pushed his tongue into my cunt and swirled his tongue around and around inside while he rolled my engorged clit between his thumbs.
I can count on one hand the most memorable orgasm I’ve ever had, and this one topped the list. I ground against his face, each swirl of his tongue bringing wave after wave of orgasm. My mind exploded with visions of cocks and pussies and cum shooting everywhere and I was pure slut at that moment. I pulled his head against me with my heels and fucked his face, his tongue and fingers bringing me higher and higher. I was gasping and moaning and squirming, and my pretend grandpa was making me come and come and come some more.
“I want to be inside you, my Emily.” He knelt between my legs and pulled me up to him, and he held my quivering body. He sat back on the couch and pulled my on top of him and I straddled his legs. I felt his rock-hard cock between my thighs, and I spread them wider and wiggled so that the tip of his cock was at the entrance to my soaking wet pussy.
“Beg me, Edward.” I teased him with my eyes and I smiled, rolling my hips so that the head of his cock slipped back and forth between my swollen pussy lips, but not letting him inside. He groaned. “Tell me again what you want.”
“Please…I want to be inside…” Before he could say another word I pushed down hard, his cock filling me. “…youuu.” His eyes widened and I lifted my hips and slammed down hard on him again.
I sat back and fucked him, rolling my hips so that his cock rubbed against my clit with every thrust. His fingers rolled and pinched the little pebbles of my nipples. I felt another orgasm on its way, but I wanted him to come first.
“You like your Emily’s pussy milking your cock, don’t you Edward?” His eyes were boring into me, and he nodded.
“You like making me come, too, don’t you?” He nodded again. His face glowed and his mouth was open and I knew he was close.
“You want to shoot your cum in my pussy, don’t you?” His face was contorted now, and he squeezed his eyes shut. He grabbed my hips and pulled me hard onto him as the approach of his orgasm took over his body. His hips pounded against me and he opened his eyes wide in a look of pure surprise and ecstasy as his orgasm hit.
“Oh Emily oh love oh god yes!” I felt his cock spasm inside me and the warm, wet feeling of his cum filled me and pushed me over the edge as my pussy squeezed and gushed in another wave of orgasms.
“Fuck me, grandpa Edward. Fill me with your cummm….” I ground against his now softening cock until I was spent, and I fell against him. We were breathing hard, sweating and caressing each other as we came down from our joy.
“That felt so good, grandpa Edward,” I said, my face buried in his neck. “Are you okay?” I sat up and felt the sweet salty mixture of our cum dribble out of my pussy.
“Dear Emily, my sweet,” was all he said and he pulled me back down and held me tight. “I’ve never been better.”