I was eighteen and had graduated high school early. I worked two jobs to escape my parents’ house.

The job I favored was at a local Italian restaurant where I would work evenings and weekends.

That is where I met you. I was your server. You were a regular and thirty years older. You were so divine; tall and muscular with salt and pepper hair. You were Italian and had the most beautiful bronze sun-kissed skin with dark eyes full of mystery and a smile that lit up my world.

I had just ended a long term relationship and hence found myself flirting with you. It started small with sexual comments in passing. I wasn’t entirely sure why I was so comfortable being forward because it wasn’t in my nature to act that way. You, however, had this way about you that made me swoon.

You would also flirt and hold my gaze a little longer than needed. Occasionally, brushing against my hands, arms, and even thighs as I was serving you. This always sent waves of excitement through me.

Initially, I wasn’t into the thought of any kind of relationship but the thought of fucking you lingered on in my mind since the day we first spoke. I fantasized about it at night.

I also found myself looking for you when you weren’t there.

After months of this unspoken lust between us, I slipped you my phone number on your bill.

After you left that evening, you gave me a wink and I waited to see if I would hear from you.

To my disappointment, I did not hear from you that evening.

A few days had passed and I had not been scheduled to work. I was enjoying the break from work when I got a text from an unknown number.

It was you asking where I had been.

A huge smile stretched across my face.

I informed you I had some time off but I would be in later. I started at 5pm.

You texted back, saying you would see me then.

I could not wait to go into work that evening.

As I got ready for work, I made sure to doll myself up a little more than I normally would. I wore my dark hair half up in a loose, messy bun with a few pieces framing my face while the rest cascaded down my back.

I put on tight black pants and a white shirt that was my uniform. I had a hint of cleavage exposed and topped off my look with my favorite rose perfume.

When I got to work that evening we were swamped. We had a huge party of twenty-five to serve and all of the other smaller tables that came and went throughout the night. We were so busy I almost didn’t notice you had come in and were seated. When I finally got a moment to breathe, our eyes met. You were looking me up and down and almost seemed to nod in approval. I flashed you a coy smile and gave you a small wave.

We did not get a chance to talk that evening in person but as you were leaving, I saw you put your phone in your pocket as my phone vibrated. It was a text from you saying, “You looked great tonight.”

I knew at that moment I had lit a fire and I wanted it to burn hot and bright.

Our texting exchange was a flood from that moment on. I told you I thought you were attractive. You asked me if the age difference meant anything to me. I insisted I couldn’t care less.

We would text about everything and anything. Nothing was off the table.

You asked if I would want to come over after work one evening. I told you I’d have to check my schedule and get back to you.

I put you off for about three weeks before we decided you would pick me up after work on that Friday and go back to your place.

Admittedly, after our date was set, I was in a bit of a panic. Months of this insatiable hunger I felt were finally coming to a head and we were going to spend some late evening time together. I was hoping it would live up to both of our expectations.

Friday night came. You were there waiting for me after my shift ended. As I got into your SUV, we made small talk, but over all, the ride to your house was awkward. I had this built up to be so big in my mind I wasn’t sure what I was expecting.

Once we arrived to your house, you led me in. You asked me if I wanted a glass of wine. I nodded so you poured me a glass.

We went to the living room and talked side by side. I could feel the liquid courage setting in and I became more relaxed. My mind started to wonder and mid way through you talking, I found myself climbing over your legs to straddle you. I gazed into your eyes and kissed your sweet lips.

My hands touching your face as your arms wrapped around my back, embracing me while your hands were caressing down my sides.

I pulled your shirt off over your head, kissing your neck and chest, my hands smoothing over your muscular torso.

Your hands found their way to my breasts, massaging them over top of my shirt until I pulled my shirt off, exposing my navy blue bra.

Your lips kissed my neck, moving towards my breasts. I felt my temperature rise. I felt your cock harden.

I rocked my hips against your hardness. I felt you respond.

You leaned down with an open mouth as your fingers removed the material covering my nipples. You licked them with your tongue and sucked them.

I was instantly wet.

I took your hand and asked you to lead me to your bedroom.

You eagerly led the way.

Before we got onto your bed, you motioned to my clothing and asked, “May I?”

I eagerly nodded.

You snapped my bra hook off in one swift motion and took my pants off exposing my nude bottom. I’ve never been one for panties. You smirked as I was completely shaven.

You took my hand and spun me around to see all of me before you gingerly picked me up and lowered me to your bed.

You were now on top of me, kissing me and exploring my curves.

Your mouth found its way to my dripping sweet spot. You licked me up and down. My clit was dripping and swollen for you. The anticipation was driving me insane.

As you licked, I played with my nipples and squeezed my breasts. I bent my knees and folded my legs up around your ears, raising my pelvis as you licked.

After some time of this, as I was about to cum, I begged you to fuck me.

You happily obliged.

You hastily pulled down your jeans.

Your cock was so long and hard, I remember being so eager to feel you hit all the right spots

You asked how I wanted it.

I responded that I wanted it from behind. Swiftly, you flipped me over onto my stomach.

I raised myself onto my elbows and I pushed my ass up.

Kneeling behind me, you placed your hands on my hips. You used your cock to spread my lips. You teased me with the head at first before you then thrust inside me. I felt my eyes roll back inside my head. You pounded me hard and fast, then slow and steady.

I reached my hand back and played with my clit as you rhythmically fucked me.

My breasts jiggled up and down as my nipples brushed up against your sheets.

I begged for you to give me your all. I could feel the vibrations moving through my body and I needed  the wave of orgasm now.

As your hard cock was in me, you placed your thumb in my ass, and I lost it. I screamed your name and climaxed.

It was then at that time you pulled out and came all over my ass. We both collapsed. Speechless. Unsure of where we go from here. I looked at you. I asked if this was going to be a regular thing.

You smiled and said, “I hope so.”