An Unorthodox Love Story
Summary: A man finds love with a younger woman through a wild encounter.
Note 1: This is a Valentine’s Day 2020 contest.
Note 2: Want to hear a funny story? This was supposed to be a quick 2000-words-at-most wank story. It’s based on my husband coming home from shopping and telling me the cute saleswoman had talked rather sexually about underwear as he was looking for some new ones on Black Friday. I thought it would be a fun stroker, yet it yanked the reins out of my hands and became something so much more, while I just more or less went along for the ride. It became an unorthodox love story. A story with many of my usual themes and yet something different as well.
Note 3: Thanks to Tex Beethoven,
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Nothing is worse than arriving at your hotel and realizing you didn’t pack something essential. I mean not worse then third world poverty or the economy right now, but still a major first world problem.
If it was a toothbrush or deodorant, you could just call the lobby and they’d likely have one they could send up to you.
I, somehow, forgot to pack any underwear.
Now by the way, I don’t just buy cheap underwear. I tend to buy SAXX Ultra, or Lululemon, or even Bamboo.
So I took an Uber and headed to a mall, arriving at 8:30 in the evening. I had half an hour before everything shut down.
I searched through half the mall before finding a store selling SAXX underwear just ten minutes before closing. I was looking through the rack, I go for simple single-colour pairs, no silly designs, when a feminine voice asked from behind me, “May I help you?”
I turned to see a cute redhead with prominent big tits showcased in her pink low cut blouse, and said, “I’m from out of town, and I forgot to pack any underwear.”
“I see,” she said. After a pause, she asked, “I hate to be presumptuous, but I’m assuming you’re a man who likes his underwear to be comfortable.”
“You assume correctly,” I said, smiling at this cute girl and noticing she wasn’t only wearing pantyhose, but black pantyhose, my favourite. And everything else… blouse, skirt, shoes… was pink. I wondered for a moment before remembering today was February 14, Valentine’s Day. Not a day that mattered much when you were single. Actually, being single saved me a fair amount of money.
“Do you only wear SAXX?” she asked.
“They’re my go-to brand,” I admitted but added, “I also own some Lululemon and Bamboo.”
“Have you ever tried 2under?” she asked.
“Can’t say I have,” I said, a brand I’d never heard of.
“Well, my boyfriend, well my ex-boyfriend, wore them and they were the sexiest underwear I’ve ever seen.”
“Really?” I asked, wondering whether she was flirting with me or just being a good saleswoman. I was recently single and had been suffering a bit of a withdrawal. This young lady’s cute smile, big tits and black nylon-clad legs had my cock waking up.
“Yes,” she nodded. “If I may be blunt,” she added, looking around to see the store completely empty.
“Please do be blunt,” I said, deciding there was indeed some flirtation going on here.
“Well,” she said, leaning in a little closer to me, “2under felt really soft when I caressed his ass, and it also did a great job of framing his….”
She paused.
I asked, shifting into full flirt mode, “His what, do tell?”
“His package,” she smiled.
“I see,” I said, feeling my cheeks go a little red at her slightly aggressive response spoken with her sultry voice.
“Want to see a pair?”
“I’d love to,” as I looked at my watch. The store closed in seven minutes.
“Follow me,” she said, turning away to showcase a nice wide booty, just the way I liked them. I also noticed her nylons had seams going up the back of her legs, which only enhanced the sensual beauty.
“Anywhere,” I responded slyly, hoping this Valentine’s Day encounter might lead to her coming back to my hotel. Excellent day for that kind of thing to happen. No woman wants to spend the day alone.
Unfortunately she didn’t hear me or chose not to respond, as she led me to a rack close to the till.
She said, looking me over, unashamedly lingering at my crotch, which was now hard as a rock, “I sense you’re a single-colour sort of underwear man.”
“I am,” I nodded. “How did you know that?”
“You seem like a no-nonsense man,” she said. “A man of class, but with a basic civility.”
“My last girlfriend didn’t think so,” I joked, putting it out there that I too was single.
“Her loss,” she shrugged, as she grabbed a box and handed it to me.
“Pink,” I nodded. “Good choice.”
“My favourite colour,” she smiled. “And it takes a confident man to wear it.”
“I’m not sure if I’d be a medium or a large,” I said.
“Probably a medium,” she said before adding, “why don’t you go and try them on?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Is that allowed?”
“I won’t tell,” she smiled playfully.
“Okay,” I nodded, thinking this was sincan escort indeed going somewhere.
She pointed to the change room as she said, “I’ll come check on you in a minute.”
“I hope so,” I flirted slyly.
I went to the change room, removed my shoes, pants and underwear… revealing my completely erect seven-and-a-half-inch cock.
I opened the box and pulled out the underwear. I put them on and moved my hands around, feeling them. I know it may sound odd, but I like the feel of soft things. I like bamboo shirts, I own only bamboo sheets, I like soft underwear and I love the look and feel of a woman’s legs in nylons.
“Do they fit?” she asked from the other side of the door.
“Perfectly,” I answered, looking at how they framed rather than confined my hard cock very well.
“Let me see,” she surprised me by saying.
“They’re a little revealing,” I warned her as I unlatched the door, not wishing to lose this opportunity.
“That’s the point of them,” she said as she walked in. She examined my crotch and said, “Perfect.”
Deciding to be a little aggressive, having nothing to lose and pretty confident she was thinking the same thing I was, I asked, “The underwear or what it’s covering?”
“Both,” she said, lowering herself before me and squeezing my horizontal, hard, pink cock.
“Oh,” I groaned, this move so forward I was a little shocked. She was on duty. She seemed to be working alone.
“Did I help get this Valentine’s Day gift hard?” she asked, moving her hand up and down slowly while her other hand caressed my ass, which no doubt felt particularly soft right now.
“He’s completely saluting you,” I answered.
“Can he come out to play?”
“Definitely,” I answered, after rejecting any playful witty response.
She pulled my (was it mine yet?) underwear down and took my cock in her mouth.
“Oh, yes,” I moaned, as a chill went up my back from the instant pleasure. Although I like fucking a woman, there’s nothing I enjoy better than receiving head (I also love giving too… going down on a woman is always a pleasure). Although very few women are eager to suck cock, and even fewer are really good at it. This unnamed girl was a rarity it seemed: she liked doing it and damn, was she good at it).
She bobbed up and down for just thirty seconds or so, before she slid her tongue down my shaft and took a ball into her mouth. “Oh, nice,” I moaned, having never had that done to me before. It felt weird and nice.
She sucked the other ball and licked her way back up my cock while saying, “What a great cock.”
“Thanks,” I said, “he’s really enjoying the attention.”
She swirled her tongue around my cock head and then stood up and kissed me.
I kissed her back before she broke away and said, “Wait here, I just have to go close up.”
“Sure,” I said, my cock raging, my lust building. I don’t think I’d ever felt so horny in my life.
“I’ll be right back to give him the attention he deserves,” she smiled, stroking my cock briefly.
“He has a name, you know. His name is Wally,” I said, a name an early girlfriend had given him.
“No, not any more it isn’t,” she shook her head. “I’m renaming him The Rock.”
“I like that,” I smiled, thinking my cock being compared to one of the best looking, strongest men on the planet was a good thing.
“And considering what day it is, I want to be rocked,” she said seductively, before turning away and exiting the room.
I stood there in a horny daze.
Wow, she was so hot in her playful, sultry demeanor.
I waited five minutes, the underwear around my ankles, my ‘Rock’ slowly shrinking from lack of attention.
I was just beginning to worry about whether she was coming back, when she opened the door and said, “Sorry, I had to shoo away a last-minute customer.”
“No worries,” I said.
“Oh no, there is one,” she said, pointing at my no-longer-particularly-erect cock. She dropped before me again and reclaimed Rock in her mouth.
She swirled her tongue around Rock and created excessive saliva that had him hard in very little time.
“That’s much better,” she smiled, stroking my little man and looking up at me.
“Indeed it is,” I agreed.
“God, I love this cock,” she said, taking it back into her mouth.
“He loves what you’re doing to him,” I moaned, this being the best blow job ever. Maybe it was the raw lust, or perhaps what day it was or she was simply the best cock sucker ever. At the moment I concluded it was all three.
She moaned in response as she moved her hand under her dress and began rubbing herself.
She bobbed and deep throated my cock like only seen in porn. Fast, deep, eager.
I was close to coming in just a couple of minutes, which was rare for me, and like a gentleman I warned, “I’m going to come soon.”
She responded by frantically rubbing her pussy while somehow bobbing even faster. It took less than fifteen more seconds before I grunted and exploded inside her eager mouth.
She çankaya escort swallowed it all without slowing down. Once my load was complete, only then did she slow down, nursing my cock for any slow swimmers.
“That was amazing,” I said.
She allowed my cock to slip out of her mouth, “Agreed.”
Being a man who believes in giving as much as receiving, I offered, “Let me return the favour.”
“Really?” she asked, a little surprised. Men today are so lazy. Perhaps they always were. Yet I was a firm believer in both giving and receiving.
I enjoyed licking a pussy almost as much as getting sucked. I loved the vulnerability of a woman to allow me to be between her legs. I loved the soft moans that escaped their lips when I began exploring her pink region. I loved the way it got wetter and wetter as I stimulated her. I loved the taste… usually subtle, yet always appealing (eating a pussy after she’s worked out is a surprisingly tantalizing treat). I loved her moans getting louder and her body giving into the pleasure. Lastly, I loved when she came. I loved the declaration, the flooding, the cum.
I replied, “It’s the least I can do after that amazing blow job.
“I love giving head,” she said, standing up.
“It shows,” I replied, pushing her gently but authoritatively against the wall. “I love going down too.” I kissed her passionately and we melted into each other.
We kissed for a minute or two, before I broke the kiss and lowered myself before her, my hands going down her nylon-clad legs. “Nice nylons,” I complimented.
“I noticed you checking them out,” she said.
“I’m a legs guy,” I admitted, as I lifted up her pink skirt and moved my mouth to her panty and pantyhose-clad crotch.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned. “Usually men stare at my tits.”
“They’re very nice too,” I said, “but today I want to go for the pink,” as I sucked her pussy through the pink panty and black pantyhose.
“Oh yes, suck my pussy,” she moaned, as I did something I’d only done a couple times before… sucked on a pussy through the pantyhose fabric. But soon I wanted to taste that pussy directly from the source, and I quickly tugged down both her pantyhose and panties in one smooth, quick move and dove into her wetness.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she moaned, as I tried to devour her pussy with the same enthusiasm she had sucked my cock.
“You taste so good,” I complimented, as I licked every crevice of her pussy, knowing many women were self-conscious about their taste because of the unfair descriptions of it by some pathetic lazy men. I mean it’s not as if our cum is delicious.
“Don’t stop,” she replied, as her hands went into my hair.
I had no intention of stopping. Instead, I parted her pussy lips and probed her hole with a stiffened tongue.
“Oh God, you’re so good at this,” she moaned, although it didn’t come out as a fluent sentence.
“I could eat this pussy all day,” I said, meaning it.
“I may never allow you to leave,” she said, as she guided my head deeper into her wetness.
Taking that as a hint, I began to attack her clit, which made her breathing go erratic and her speech nasty hot.
“Oh yes… fuck… feels so good… don’t stop… fuck… yes, oh yes… I’m going to come… come… oh God… oh God… oh God… fuck!” she finally screamed as her orgasm hit her, and I learned she was a squirter, as a gush of pussy cum sprayed all over my face.
I lapped it up the best I could as she held my face, still deep in her flooding pussy.
Finally, she let go and simply said, “Wow.
“Wow, indeed,” I smiled, looking up at her radiant post-orgasmic glow. A woman is never more beautiful than during the first moments after an orgasm. A brief period when she was in complete bliss. No worries, no stress… just calm tranquility.
“I guess I should seduce older men more often,” she smiled, as I pulled her panties back up for her, and then her pantyhose.
“I may get jealous of them,” I smiled, wondering how old she was. She could be the same age as my daughter, although I hoped she was older.
“Oh? You think you can handle more of me?” she smiled, still leaning against the door.
“Yes, or I’ll die trying,” I smiled, thinking that would be a great way to go.
“Are you staying at a hotel?” She asked.
“I am,” I nodded.
“Want to take me back there and fuck me?” She asked bluntly.
My Rock, which had never completely shrunk during my oral servitude, was quickly getting himself ready for more action. Something else that was so hot was when a woman talked like that. Bluntly. Like a guy.
“If I do, you’ll be staying the night,” I warned, wanting this crazy surprising night never to end.
“As long as you order me breakfast in bed,” she smiled, kissing me.
“And while you’re having breakfast in bed,” I smiled once she broke the kiss, “I’ll have breakfast in bed too.” I then glanced meaningfully towards her pussy.
“Fuck, you’re hot.”
“Right back at you,” I said, kissing her this time.
“I eryaman escort need fifteen minutes to finish up here,” she said.
“Take your time,” I said before adding as she opened the door, “but not too much time.”
“I’ll be quick,” she said.
“I hope not,” I joked, as I finally stepped out of the pink underwear that had been wrapped around me for an eternity. I was definitely buying these. They’d be forever known as my lucky Valentine’s Day underwear.
I got dressed and went to the till. I smiled, “I’ll definitely buy these, and a few more.”
She said, “The first pair is on the house, but I guess you’ll have to come back tomorrow to buy the rest.” She added in a faux officious voice, “I’m terribly sorry sir, but the store has closed for the night.”
“When do you work tomorrow?” I asked.
“Three to nine,” she said. “I come here after school.”
My eyes went wide.
She’s in high school?
What is she’s under eighteen?
She sensed my alarm and said, “Don’t worry, I’m twenty-five.”
“Thank God,” I said.
“I’m finishing up my Master’s in psychology,” she revealed.
“Oh no,” I responded mockingly.
“What?” She smiled, knowing exactly what I was thinking. “I don’t start psychoanalysing my men until at least the second date.”
“Does tonight count as a date?” I asked, somehow falling for this girl sixteen years younger than me.
“If you order room service after you fuck me with that big cock of yours,” she answered.
“Where were you when I was in college?” I joked.
“Kindergarten?” she smiled.
“Oh God, I’m going to hell!”
“How old are you?” she asked, somehow managing to count money while exchanging repartee with me at the same time.
“Thirty-five,” I answered and then added, “plus six.”
“Any kids?” she asked.
“One daughter,” I answered, crazy how we were doing everything backwards.
“How old?”
“Nineteen,” I answered.
“At least I’m older,” she said.
“True enough,” I laughed.
“Any kids yourself?” I asked, praying the answer was no.
“Nope.”
“Current boyfriend?” I asked.
“Not at the moment,” she said, giving me a smile.
“A beautiful girl like you?” I asked, surprised she’d be single.
“I’m told my personality is a little abrasive, blunt and aggressive,” she said. “And I’m not a skinny waif.”
“Well, you definitely go for what you want, which I like,” I said. And being blunt myself, I added, “The women I fuck need to have some meat on their bones; I don’t want to break them in two.”
“So you fuck hard?” She asked, as she put money into an envelope.
“I can make love or pound you hard and deep,” I offered, wanting to portray both sides.
“Well I’m a girl who can appreciate both,” she smiled, as she walked over to me and kissed me again.
“I’ll book an Uber,” I offered.
“I can drive,” she counteroffered.
“Hmmmm,” I smiled. “I’ll enjoy the ride, then.”
“God, do I need your cock in me,” she said, taking my hand and leading me out of the store, to a bank where she deposited the bag of money down a slot, and then to a parking lot. As we walked, we chatted.
“Where are you from?” she asked.
“New York,” I answered.
“That isn’t too far away.”
“Not at all,” I agreed, wondering if this wild, raw sexual attraction we were sharing could lead to something more than a one-night stand. I couldn’t explain it, but I felt a connection with her that didn’t make any sense. I didn’t know her. We had just given each other oral sex. Any reasonable guy would assume she did this often. What are the odds that the first time she did such a thing she’d choose me? Yet for some reason, one I couldn’t explain, I sensed it was. And although she was sixteen years younger than I, I didn’t feel that mattered at all.
“I have friends in New York.”
“Me too,” I joked.
“I’m just saying I could use a creamy load or a nice fucking when I come down there,” she said bluntly, her forwardness so fucking hot. Saying things I often thought but would never say.
“I could even take you out for supper and a show,” I offered, curious if she saw what was growing between us as more than just sex. I had thought so, but now I wasn’t so sure.
“Like a date,” she said in a playful mocking tone.
I smiled as we reached her car, “Well, it will be after I deposit a load all over your face or down your throat.”
“What kind of woman do you think I am?” She gasped mockingly.
“My sexy new Valentine,” I answered, confident this would not offend her.
“Yours?” she asked, resting against her car.
“Do you want to be mine?” I asked, wondering if I about to ask out a girl I just met, who was sixteen years younger and just gotten a blow job from.
“I’d consider it if someone was asking,” she answered coyly.
“Then I’m asking,” I said. “Do you want to go out on a real date?”
“I think I do,” she said, as I leaned over and kissed her.
It was a tender kiss.
When I broke it, she handed me her keys and said, “You drive.”
“Okay,” I said, finding that a little weird.
She got into the passenger side as I got into the driver’s side.
I started driving, and she brought her hands to my pants and fished out Rock, so I asked, “Still hungry?”