As I lay in my bed I started fingering myself. I regretted returning Stacy’s dildo as I could have done with it right then. I’d never felt the need for a dildo before, but something was different that night. Despite the humiliation of showing myself off like that to a stranger, I quickly got myself horny again. I closed my eyes and started finger fucking myself with more vigour than ever before. But instead of imagining Tommy’s cock inside of me, all I could see was Mr Finch’s face. As I brought myself to an orgasmic frenzy I remembered the hungry look on his face as he looked at my inviting cunt and the way he’d quickly had to adjust the burgeoning bulge in his pants. I fell asleep knowing that I no longer had any interest in fucking Tommy, but I would die of sex starvation if I didn’t have his dad soon.
The next day was a Saturday and I woke up horny and sweaty after a particularly wet dream. I’d dreamt that Mr Finch was fucking me from behind, across a picnic table in the park, like I’d seen in a picture in one of Tommy’s magazines. I showered and had breakfast, and when I knew for sure that Tommy would’ve gone out (he was working the entire weekend to finish a project) I got in my car and drove to his house. I knocked lightly on the door so that I wouldn’t wake up Mrs Finch and soon Tommy’s dad answered.
“Hello again, Rosie,” he said with a smile that told me that he remembered every inch of my naked body from the night before. “I’m afraid you just missed Tommy, he’s working today.”
“I know he is,” I said bluntly. “Can I come in?”
He let me in and we went into the kitchen. He looked at me as though to ask what I wanted.
“You know what you asked me last night?” I finally said.
“Remind me.” He looked puzzled.
“You asked if it was an open invitation, or if I had someone particular in mind.”
“Yes,” he smiled wryly. “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
I adjusted myself awkwardly. My pussy was on fire. I was hornier than I’d ever been before and all of a sudden I lost all the confidence I’d had when I drove over here. I was convinced that he was going to laugh at me. But I’d come this far. I had to ask.
“The thing is.” I started. “It’s not an open invitation. But it’s no longer an invitation for Tommy.”
“Really?” I could see that he was getting interested.
“Yeah, really. The thing is. Well, it turns out. It turns out the invitation is for you.”
“For me?” He couldn’t believe what I was saying.
“Yeah. Mr Finch. I was going to fuck Tommy for the first time last night, but ever since I saw you. Or ever since you saw me. I don’t want to fuck Tommy anymore. I want you.”
“Do you know what you’re saying? I’m a married man. I’m 45 years old. I’m flattered as hell that you’d offer to fuck me, but if we fuck.” He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “If we fuck, we’ll ruin everything for you. Your entire future.”
“I know,” I said quietly. “But how can I marry Tommy when it’s you that I want? I love Tommy, but I now realise that it’s almost like a sisterly love. I’ve never felt the desire to be with him that I’m feeling for you. Please Mr Finch, put me out of my misery and fuck me.”
“Oh, Rosie,” he sighed. “I couldn’t sleep last night. All I could think of was your naked body and how it would feel to fuck you. But I can’t offer you all the things that Tommy can offer you. I’m old. I’m married. Have you thought about what you’d do after we’d fucked?”
“I don’t care anymore,” I tried to keep my voice down because I didn’t want to wake up Mrs Finch. “All I know is that for the first time in my life I’m having really strong feelings about one person and that person is you, Mr Finch. I’m going to break up with Tommy whether you fuck me or not, so why not make it pleasurable for both of us?”
“Where would we fuck?” His question was simple. I was breaking his resistance.
“I have the keys to the gym. It shuts at 5 p. m. and I’m shutting down today. Knock on the back door at 5. 30 and I’ll let you in.”
I left before he had a chance to change his mind.
As 5. 30 drew nearer I got nervous. I was convinced that Mr Finch wouldn’t show up. Tommy called me at 5 and asked if I wanted to go out. I told him that I had other plans. My pussy was throbbing and my silky French knickers were dripping with pussy juice by the time the clock showed 5. 29. Then there was a knock on the door. I opened it and Mr Finch stepped inside. He let me lock the door again before he pressed me up against it and kissed me. That’s when I knew that I’d been right.
He pressed his lips against mine and forced his tongue inside my mouth. He devoured me and I responded by running my hands through his hair and wrapping one leg around his. His raging hard-on throbbed against my hot pussy as he started pulling my clothes off. He didn’t let me go until I was completely naked in his arms. He picked me up and carried me in to the gym. He placed me on an exercise map and went and closed the blinds (I should’ve done that earlier, but I’d been too anxious to remember any practicalities). Then he slowly walked up to me, peeling his clothes off until he stood naked before me, rubbing his thick 8 inches of manhood.
He straddled my face and rested his cock on my lips.
“I want you to taste me,” he said. “I want you to know the taste that your cunt is going to feel.”
I opened my mouth and he sunk himself inside. He soon hit the back of my mouth. I wrapped my lips around him and started sucking, rubbing my tongue across his shaft. He started rocking his hips, fucking my mouth lightly for a few minutes before he pulled out and back and rested his cock between my tits.
“Did you like that, Rosie,” he smiled as he pushed my tits together around his cock and started rocking his moist rod between my mounds. “Did I taste as good as my son’s cock?”
“I never sucked Tommy’s cock, Mr Finch,” I said with a smile. “But yes, I enjoyed that a lot.”
It was true. I’d tasted some of his salty pre-cum and it’d given me a flavour for what it would be like to have him cum in my mouth. He must have read my mind.
“Some day I’ll fuck your sweet little mouth until I cum. You’ll enjoy that even more. Now spread yourself open for me like the little slut I thought you were last night. You’ve tasted me, it’s time for me to taste your virgin cunt.”
I parted myself wide for him and he ran his finger along my slit. He licked his finger and smiled approvingly. Then he lowered his face onto my cunt. He tickled my clit with his tongue and laughed softly as my pussy released a thick gush of juice in reply. He scooped it up with his tongue and made an approving sound. He then placed his lips on my pussy lips and started kissing me intimately. His tongue slipped inside my hungry hole and I moaned out loud with pleasure.