My boyfriend is twice my age. We met when I was twenty-four and he was forty-nine. I have always been enamoured with older men, but I don't want to be with an older man who only wants me because I'm young. The older men I'm drawn to are the ones I know have noticed me, but have a sense of propriety, and, because of my age, would never flirt too much unless I made it clear I was interested. This was the case with him.
We met through a local theatre group and I noticed him right away. Tall, workhorse body with the arms of a god, shaved head, blue eyes and a strong jaw. I bided my time as I got to know him; I am sometimes insecure in approaching men because, being nearly six feet tall, redheaded and very curvy (wide hips, thick thighs, a slight belly and an ass that I often can't get all the way into jeans, yet a small waist and breasts on the smaller -- though very perky -- side), I worry I won't be every man's cup of tea. My reservations, of course, didn't stop me from fantasizing about him constantly and trying to show off a little at rehearsals, and as we spent more and more time together, I noticed him looking at my body and making subtle flirty comments, so I decided to go for it.
Once we started talking outside of rehearsal hours, it didn't take long for the truth about how hot we were for each other to come out, and by the end of that week we were naked in his bed, me gripping the headboard and gasping as he gave me the best head of my entire life. Sex with him is heavenly. I scream, I moan, I lose all my inhibitions, and I soak the sheets when he makes me come. I adore his age and he enjoys my youth, often commenting on how hot he finds my perky young breasts and how tight my pussy, with its wisp of red hair at the top, is, and how wet it gets when he's inside me.
Because of our age difference, I wasn't sure if it was going to go anywhere beyond sex, but we had so much in common and enjoyed one another's company so much it quickly became apparent that we were going to be inseparable. We decided to keep our relationship on the down-low for the time being, enjoying our time together and the incredible, incredible sex. However, he has teenage sons living at home with him full-time and I share a house with my brother, so sometimes we have to go very long stretches without sex because we just can't get a private moment.
We were nearing almost three weeks of one of these aforementioned long stretches one humid Saturday afternoon in August when we decided to take a drive to a neighbouring city about an hour and a half away, just for something to do. Being three weeks in, I was starting to get overwhelmed with the need to feel his hands on my hips, his shaft filling me up and his tongue teasing my nipples expertly.
I decided to dress to tease him. Not bothering with a bra or panties, I threw on a yellow floral sundress cut to just above the knee, with a keyhole cutout that showed off a little cleavage. It's very apparent when I go without a bra because my nipples tend to stand at attention and are so often visibly poking through the fabric of whatever I'm wearing. I'm typically a more conservative dresser, but I'm not opposed to some light exhibitionism. Besides, my lust was starting to take over and I figured we wouldn't know anyone where we were going anyhow. He watched me walk down my front stairs and looked me up and down and wolf whistled as I folded my long legs into the front seat next to him. I leaned over and gave him a slow, sensual kiss and he stole a look down my dress as we pulled away, no doubt making a mental note that I wasn't wearing a bra.
The ride there was pleasant and uneventful. We sang along to the radio, chatted and I looked out the window at the scenery. We spent the day wandering a waterfront boardwalk, checking out small local shops and stopped for lunch. I secretly love the glances we get from strangers who notice our visual age difference as we kiss and hold hands. Perhaps they're disapproving, but I prefer to assume they're jealous.
At lunch, I ran my foot up and down his leg under the table and we reminisced quietly about the last time we had sex, laughing about how we had to strip the bed after the mess my orgasm made. I could tell he was starting to feel the pressure like I was, and I told him I was longing to feel him touch me. "I adore making you come" he whispered, and I bit my lip.
As we headed back to the car, I walked a couple steps ahead of him. A breeze took the skirt of my dress and lifted it just slightly and I knew I had given away my lack of panties to him. He was quiet as he navigated his way back to the busy highway, and then once we hit a good stretch of road, he reached over wordlessly and lifted my dress, sliding his hand between my legs.
Once his fingers found my clit, I let out a moan immediately. It had been so long, the sexual energy had been building in me and his touch was like an electric shock. I parted my legs and he began to rub two fingers up and down my slit. "You're so fucking wet already," he breathed, and I whimpered in agreement.
I reclined my seat slightly and spread my legs even wider, letting my dress ride up around my hips as I adjusted myself. My thatch of red hair and wet little slit were now on full display as he pleasured me. The idea of someone being able to see into his low-riding car as they passed us crossed my mind, but it felt so fucking good I didn't care. In fact, I felt slightly turned on by the notion.
"Yes, baby; oh fuck, that feels so good," I moaned as he increased his speed slightly, alternating between fingering my soaking wet hole and making circles on my swollen clit. "How are you so good?" I gasped.
I was starting to lose total control. Frantically, I pulled my dress up and off, wiggling to get it over my wide hips and letting it fall into the backseat. I grabbed my breasts with both hands, leaned my head back and began teasing my nipples with my fingers while he continued to fuck me with his. I was now bucking my hips in pleasure and grinding into the seat. He glanced quickly from the road at my now completely naked body in the passenger seat of his car, legs spread wide and now my pointed nipples on full display as I played with them, and he let out a small groan of his own pleasure at the sight of me.
Traffic was starting to slow but I was so enraptured I didn't notice or didn't care. I was still moaning and whimpering his name as his fingers hit every spot that drives me crazy. Now he began to really speed up and I was grinding to match him. As the car slowed to a stop he was now free to take his eyes off the road for a minute and enjoy the view.
"You are so fucking hot," he groaned, a bulge growing in his jeans.
Suddenly, however, his pace slowed and I realized he had started looking past me and out the window. I followed his gaze. A large transport truck was stopped next to us on the passenger side and the two men inside were thoroughly enjoying their unobstructed view of the young, naked redhead being sexually pleasured next to them. My eyes met theirs and I felt a brief moment of panic, but my instinct to cover my nakedness seemed overridden by how incredibly turned on I was.
I turned back to my boyfriend to see his reaction and knew when he met my gaze that he felt the same way. He began to speed up his magic fingers on my clit and it felt so incredible I lost all control again. I felt an orgasm building and I knew it was going to be one of the biggest ones yet. I screamed and writhed, letting go of my breasts and reaching above me to grab the headrest; I felt my legs spread even wider and my perky tits bounce as I wriggled and bucked in pleasure. I couldn't believe I was showing off every inch of my body, cumming uncontrollably in front of two strange men, but the thought just intensified the orgasm. Wetness gushed out of me as he continued to finger fuck me, and my hips lifted off the seat as I hit the peak of my pleasure.
As I began to recover, traffic was starting to move again and I looked up to see their eyes still on me. I quickly realized I was still naked and scrambled to reach my dress in the backseat, giving them what I'm sure was another unobstructed view of my fat ass. I pulled my dress back on and looked over at my partner, biting my lip as I reached for the bulge in his jeans.
"You are going to get the blowjob of your life in some parking lot tonight," I laughed as we cruised toward home.
