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My fascination about an older man started with a glance and a smile. I seen him around my neighborhood and around the grocery store, but like never really noticed or paid any attention to him, until one day. I was keeling down in the aisle looking at the magazines and I noticed him standing behind me and he looked down at me and I noticed he was looking down my shirt. He kept looking and smiled at me. My mom and my little sister were next to me in the cart. I felt that he was looking at me and I never felt that kind of feeling before till then. It was creepy and exciting at the same time, and very hard to explain.
A couple weeks later after grocery shopping, I helped bring in the bags out from the trunk and the man that was standing behind me at the grocery store was sitting outside on his front porch, two houses across the street from me. He glanced up and looked at me as I was walking out to the car for the second time to get the last of the bags. He looked up enough to see my coming as he tilted his head and smiled. It was weird, but also kinda nice too, as I looked too and smiled back and walked back into the house.
After that day, whenever no one is around, I sometimes go and try to sneak a glance at him without him knowing, but just out on our sidewalk. I couldn't get him out of my head for some reason. He was totally older, but it was weird because I didn't mind that he was checking me out and his eyes. He seemed to have a mysterious attitude about him, and that smile too. It always seemed to make me smile back, even if I didn't want to. Maybe his smile was just the way his personality is too, who knows.
Then one day when I was walking down my street, I was about to pass his house when he was sitting on his porch steps. I walked by him and glanced quickly as I continued walking. After hearing his voice, I stopped in my tracks and built up enough courage to turn around and walk towards him some.
"Hi," he said, to me.
"Hi," I answered quietly.
"I've seen you over there before. My name is Scott."
"Hi, I'm Annabelle, I live over there." as I pointed to my house.
"Where you heading to now?" he asked.
"Just down to the Center," as I laughed, but was really feeling nervous and shy. My mind was going crazy now and I was wondering if he knew it was me he was checking out at the store. Then it happened just like that, so quick because at this point my mind was still trying to figure everything out, as he said, "Would you like to get a coffee? If you don't mind as I was planning on going that way myself. Beats walking all alone, unless you want to be alone?"
Ummmm . . . sure, I guess so" I said, blushing now and extremley confused too, and nervous and caught off-gurad by his question to me.
"Ok, I'll be right there," he said, with a big smile, as he ran into his house to grab something and then came back out and locked his door.
As we walked down the street it was awkward at first, because it was silent and I didn't know what to say to him. I really didn't know how to start a conversation where you are trying to get to know someone, especially someone a lot older than me.
"So, you live alone?" I asked nervously.
"No, I live here with my k**s and wife, but she's on the road because she works a lot and has to travel." he said.
"Yeah, it's nice though when I have the house to myself and the k**s are old enough to do their own thing, and I really like the location too. It's great to see the weather finally starting to turn, I think it's gonna be a nice fall." he said, as I listened to him as we walked down the street.
"Oh cool, sounds like she has a good job then." I said.
"It pays the bills, right?" he said.
I just shook my head agreeing to him as we walked into the coffee shop. We sat down with our coffees at the shop, and talked some more about my family. Told him about my older brother and younger sister and about my last year in junior high school and all the homework I been having and stuff. Told him about how my parents always seem to give me hard time about everything from gymnastics to school work.
Our conversations continued as we both sipped slowly on our coffees. Somethings were similar, yet different too. There was something awkward about all this, being here with him, and my parents would probably kill me if they knew I was sitting here with him by myself, but it just kind of felt nice too. I knew I had to go soon, and I tried to think of a way to go.
"I should probably get going soon, I need to go home and get ready for school tomorrow." I said to him.
"Well, don't take this the wrong way, but would you like to meet somewhere? I could pick you up on your way home from school this Friday?"
"No, I don't know and I appreciate you asking me, it is very nice. Maybe how about this. . .you can pay me back by taking breaks from your work to sit and have coffee and chat with me, I get bored by myself and it would just be nice to have a friend to chat with and I get so bored by myself, and it would be nice just to have a friend to chat with." I said.
"Really?" he said?
"Yeah."
And so we agreed to start our weekend coffee club, just the two of us, and we met at the coffee shops with a friendly and simple handshake for the next two weekends, just talking and drinking some coffees.
After spending our usually hour or so at the coffee shop that one Saturday, we grabbed another cup to go, and started walking back home. The sun had started to set, and the day was cooling off, but things were just heating up between us. As we approached his house he asked if I'd like to join him for dinner, unless I had any plans with my family.
I didn't even want to stop back home to ask if there were any plans going on and it was the weekend anyways, so I just smiled at him and answered, "I don't think anything is going on, so I guess it's ok, just for a lil bit."
We walked up to his place and he apologized for not cleaning before having any company over. He replied that his son has bachelor ways, so she was used to it. We walked into the kitchen, and he started picking up the groceries from earlier, and stuffing them into the little cabinets. He told me to have a seat, and started pulling out things for dinner.
He cooked two little burgers and some veggie fries too. He slid around the kitchen, fixing things up, setting out plates and glasses. A few times as he moved around he brushed up against me, or bump into me, and I could feel the electricity passing back and forth. We still had conversations, and we joked about my teachers at my school, and people in the neighborhood. As he sat down to eat, he looked at me from across the table, and there was something in her eyes, something that I couldn't recognize. We talked about things and laughed about how much we have in common, and things we disliked, and things that got us crazy, and we laughed so hard that it almost made me pee myself. Other than that, it was one of the best dinners I have ever had.
As we finished up, he got up and took the dishes to the sink, where he started washing them. He told me to stop, and not to worry about my parents and family, and how I have to deal with be middle c***d in the family. He insisted, so I got up to put my glass in the sink and I slipped behind him and he grabbed me with his wet hands out of the sink, not realized the position we were now in.
I stopped breathing, then slow and was waiting for the next move. I sensed something was gonna happen, but wasn't sure if he was on the same page. I never been in this situation, but something exciting was happening too and I know I shouldn't be over here, it just felt funny, but in a good way, so I was just waiting for the next step.
"I don't need to do these now, I'll take care of them later, so then what do we do now?" he said. He pulled a towel off the stove, and dried his hands. I felt butterflies in my stomach and I was wondering if something was going to happen.
He leaned next to me and whispered in my ear and said softly: "I know that right now, I want to kiss you."
He spun me around in his arms, and glanced up at me. He knew I am a shy girl, but he knew now that glint in my eye was desire, and it was growing. I tilted my head up, and we kissed softly.
There was passion and emotion and like crazy energy, and it wasn't going away with one lil kiss. As we moved apart, I opened my eyes to see something changed in him, and he turned away quickly.
"What's wrong? What did I do?" I said.
"Nothing, it's not you." he said
Then he pulled me back towards him, staring into my eyes. "I don't know, I just can't remember feeling like this before. It scares me. Not like that, not in a bad way, but..."
"But what? Tell me." I said, wanting to know more.
"But, it's like I know how you feel and how sometimes you get hurt and all the hard times with your family and friends. I just want you to enjoy this moment, which has been so perfect for you and also me too. It's like a dream! But in my dream, when it's all over, all of this will disappear back into dreamland, and then it would hurt me more then not letting go. It's like I can see life without the all pain, but I don't want to visit it because then I would have to come back to reality. Does that make sense?" he said to me, as I was totally listening and understanding what he meant.
"Yeah, I get it, I totally know what you mean, cuz I wish and day dream about another world too, so I feel something too. What does that mean then?" I asked him.
He paused, looking at my eyes, like the first time he looked at me at the grocery store when I was reading the magazine and it felt like he was looking into my soul. His hand reached up to pull me closer, and he kissed me again, this time longer and with opened mouths. I pulled away, and said, "Maybe it's time for me to go."
He pulled me into his arms and leaned me back against the countertop, and we kissed longer, and as we did, the energy around us got stronger, and he started to caresses and touch me, which would later go and become groping me now. Our mouths still together, and he spun me away from the counter and towards the living room.
We walked down the hall to the livingroom and we stopped into the darkened room and he turned into there. He pulled me down to the couch and he slid over to me. I bounced onto the couch to try to get comfortable and he turned to me and with his hand he touched my face with his fingers. He moved closer to me, and as we kissed more and I leaned on my back and he ran his fingers up and down my leg. He grabbed th side of my bum at her plump with his other hand, and squeezed it firmly. I giggled in his arms, and pulled back until he pulled me back to him.
He lifted my hand and pulled it down on his jeans on his lap. He sat up, put my hand over his bulge and then put his hand over mine and then quickly began to move my hand up and down on my new find. He told me my hands are very small and delicate, and that my hand made him get tensed up at the slightest touch. I used my fingertips across it, and he shivered. He pulled me closer, kissing me as he pulled me even closer, and it felt like he was almost on top of me.
The feeling of his bulge through his jeans in my lil hand and him rubbing my chest was so exciting and crazy, and our tongues kept finding their way together as we kissed. He traced his fingers across my chest from side to side. I felt his hand squeeze my left hand which was pushed onto his growing bulge through his jeans. He pushed up, and sat back again, this time his fingers and hand that was over mine were pulling at his pants, trying to tug them open.
He reached down and unbuttoned his jeans and told me to unzip them. When I did, he pushed them down, and then moaned as my soft hand and fingers now held his hard penis , as I slid my hand down with his still on top of mine. My fingers moved up and down, making the muscles of his penis jump in my hand.
After a few minutes of stroking his hard penis he pulled my hand away kissed me and rubbing my chest. I rolled over and quickly he began to pull his jeans and underwear down. I licked my lips as he put my hand back on his penis for me to touch him with my tiny hand to help him. My fingers moved up and down to the patch of hair and then up to the top where I could feel a stickiness on the tip. I did circles around that part, and felt how soft and round it is.
Not knowing what was gonna happen next, he slid down my body, and began using his tongue and licking inside of my legs, I fell into a frozen frenzy. He pulled my leggings down to my feet , as I tried to catch my breath. He grinned at me, and slid his head up between my legs. I was feeling his wetness of his tongue and feeling tingly al over like crazy butterflies in my tummy.
"Having fun yet?" he asked me.
"Uh huh!" I moaned softly.
I rocked my hips, feeling myself and my juices as he pushed my outer lips of my sweetness with his tongue. I pushed into him, and I felt my sweetness open up. So soft and steamy and wet, felt like heaven, and I gently pushed the back of his head into me and covered my mouth as I moaned and whimpered. He began to slowly rise back up to me more and again, he started kissing me harder and pushing his tongue deeper in my mouth.
He pushed his hand down and rubbed my sweetness and then tried to push his finger in but he couldn't put it in all the way and I was squirming cuz I never had a boy put a finger inside me so it was tight and kind of hurt when he tried to push hard. He pushed his tongue back in my mouth and grabbing my neck and I felt my tummy tingle when he kept rubbing my sweetness faster. As I squirted into his mouth he stayed down there and licked me all over and cleaned me up from my mess I did. I fell next to him, and he began to caress my face. He then told me that I'm a special delicate angel that had chosen him to share this experience, and he would do everything in his power to repay me for this gift.
A couple weeks later after grocery shopping, I helped bring in the bags out from the trunk and the man that was standing behind me at the grocery store was sitting outside on his front porch, two houses across the street from me. He glanced up and looked at me as I was walking out to the car for the second time to get the last of the bags. He looked up enough to see my coming as he tilted his head and smiled. It was weird, but also kinda nice too, as I looked too and smiled back and walked back into the house.
After that day, whenever no one is around, I sometimes go and try to sneak a glance at him without him knowing, but just out on our sidewalk. I couldn't get him out of my head for some reason. He was totally older, but it was weird because I didn't mind that he was checking me out and his eyes. He seemed to have a mysterious attitude about him, and that smile too. It always seemed to make me smile back, even if I didn't want to. Maybe his smile was just the way his personality is too, who knows.
Then one day when I was walking down my street, I was about to pass his house when he was sitting on his porch steps. I walked by him and glanced quickly as I continued walking. After hearing his voice, I stopped in my tracks and built up enough courage to turn around and walk towards him some.
"Hi," he said, to me.
"Hi," I answered quietly.
"I've seen you over there before. My name is Scott."
"Hi, I'm Annabelle, I live over there." as I pointed to my house.
"Where you heading to now?" he asked.
"Just down to the Center," as I laughed, but was really feeling nervous and shy. My mind was going crazy now and I was wondering if he knew it was me he was checking out at the store. Then it happened just like that, so quick because at this point my mind was still trying to figure everything out, as he said, "Would you like to get a coffee? If you don't mind as I was planning on going that way myself. Beats walking all alone, unless you want to be alone?"
Ummmm . . . sure, I guess so" I said, blushing now and extremley confused too, and nervous and caught off-gurad by his question to me.
"Ok, I'll be right there," he said, with a big smile, as he ran into his house to grab something and then came back out and locked his door.
As we walked down the street it was awkward at first, because it was silent and I didn't know what to say to him. I really didn't know how to start a conversation where you are trying to get to know someone, especially someone a lot older than me.
"So, you live alone?" I asked nervously.
"No, I live here with my k**s and wife, but she's on the road because she works a lot and has to travel." he said.
"Yeah, it's nice though when I have the house to myself and the k**s are old enough to do their own thing, and I really like the location too. It's great to see the weather finally starting to turn, I think it's gonna be a nice fall." he said, as I listened to him as we walked down the street.
"Oh cool, sounds like she has a good job then." I said.
"It pays the bills, right?" he said.
I just shook my head agreeing to him as we walked into the coffee shop. We sat down with our coffees at the shop, and talked some more about my family. Told him about my older brother and younger sister and about my last year in junior high school and all the homework I been having and stuff. Told him about how my parents always seem to give me hard time about everything from gymnastics to school work.
Our conversations continued as we both sipped slowly on our coffees. Somethings were similar, yet different too. There was something awkward about all this, being here with him, and my parents would probably kill me if they knew I was sitting here with him by myself, but it just kind of felt nice too. I knew I had to go soon, and I tried to think of a way to go.
"I should probably get going soon, I need to go home and get ready for school tomorrow." I said to him.
"Well, don't take this the wrong way, but would you like to meet somewhere? I could pick you up on your way home from school this Friday?"
"No, I don't know and I appreciate you asking me, it is very nice. Maybe how about this. . .you can pay me back by taking breaks from your work to sit and have coffee and chat with me, I get bored by myself and it would just be nice to have a friend to chat with and I get so bored by myself, and it would be nice just to have a friend to chat with." I said.
"Really?" he said?
"Yeah."
And so we agreed to start our weekend coffee club, just the two of us, and we met at the coffee shops with a friendly and simple handshake for the next two weekends, just talking and drinking some coffees.
After spending our usually hour or so at the coffee shop that one Saturday, we grabbed another cup to go, and started walking back home. The sun had started to set, and the day was cooling off, but things were just heating up between us. As we approached his house he asked if I'd like to join him for dinner, unless I had any plans with my family.
I didn't even want to stop back home to ask if there were any plans going on and it was the weekend anyways, so I just smiled at him and answered, "I don't think anything is going on, so I guess it's ok, just for a lil bit."
We walked up to his place and he apologized for not cleaning before having any company over. He replied that his son has bachelor ways, so she was used to it. We walked into the kitchen, and he started picking up the groceries from earlier, and stuffing them into the little cabinets. He told me to have a seat, and started pulling out things for dinner.
He cooked two little burgers and some veggie fries too. He slid around the kitchen, fixing things up, setting out plates and glasses. A few times as he moved around he brushed up against me, or bump into me, and I could feel the electricity passing back and forth. We still had conversations, and we joked about my teachers at my school, and people in the neighborhood. As he sat down to eat, he looked at me from across the table, and there was something in her eyes, something that I couldn't recognize. We talked about things and laughed about how much we have in common, and things we disliked, and things that got us crazy, and we laughed so hard that it almost made me pee myself. Other than that, it was one of the best dinners I have ever had.
As we finished up, he got up and took the dishes to the sink, where he started washing them. He told me to stop, and not to worry about my parents and family, and how I have to deal with be middle c***d in the family. He insisted, so I got up to put my glass in the sink and I slipped behind him and he grabbed me with his wet hands out of the sink, not realized the position we were now in.
I stopped breathing, then slow and was waiting for the next move. I sensed something was gonna happen, but wasn't sure if he was on the same page. I never been in this situation, but something exciting was happening too and I know I shouldn't be over here, it just felt funny, but in a good way, so I was just waiting for the next step.
"I don't need to do these now, I'll take care of them later, so then what do we do now?" he said. He pulled a towel off the stove, and dried his hands. I felt butterflies in my stomach and I was wondering if something was going to happen.
He leaned next to me and whispered in my ear and said softly: "I know that right now, I want to kiss you."
He spun me around in his arms, and glanced up at me. He knew I am a shy girl, but he knew now that glint in my eye was desire, and it was growing. I tilted my head up, and we kissed softly.
There was passion and emotion and like crazy energy, and it wasn't going away with one lil kiss. As we moved apart, I opened my eyes to see something changed in him, and he turned away quickly.
"What's wrong? What did I do?" I said.
"Nothing, it's not you." he said
Then he pulled me back towards him, staring into my eyes. "I don't know, I just can't remember feeling like this before. It scares me. Not like that, not in a bad way, but..."
"But what? Tell me." I said, wanting to know more.
"But, it's like I know how you feel and how sometimes you get hurt and all the hard times with your family and friends. I just want you to enjoy this moment, which has been so perfect for you and also me too. It's like a dream! But in my dream, when it's all over, all of this will disappear back into dreamland, and then it would hurt me more then not letting go. It's like I can see life without the all pain, but I don't want to visit it because then I would have to come back to reality. Does that make sense?" he said to me, as I was totally listening and understanding what he meant.
"Yeah, I get it, I totally know what you mean, cuz I wish and day dream about another world too, so I feel something too. What does that mean then?" I asked him.
He paused, looking at my eyes, like the first time he looked at me at the grocery store when I was reading the magazine and it felt like he was looking into my soul. His hand reached up to pull me closer, and he kissed me again, this time longer and with opened mouths. I pulled away, and said, "Maybe it's time for me to go."
He pulled me into his arms and leaned me back against the countertop, and we kissed longer, and as we did, the energy around us got stronger, and he started to caresses and touch me, which would later go and become groping me now. Our mouths still together, and he spun me away from the counter and towards the living room.
We walked down the hall to the livingroom and we stopped into the darkened room and he turned into there. He pulled me down to the couch and he slid over to me. I bounced onto the couch to try to get comfortable and he turned to me and with his hand he touched my face with his fingers. He moved closer to me, and as we kissed more and I leaned on my back and he ran his fingers up and down my leg. He grabbed th side of my bum at her plump with his other hand, and squeezed it firmly. I giggled in his arms, and pulled back until he pulled me back to him.
He lifted my hand and pulled it down on his jeans on his lap. He sat up, put my hand over his bulge and then put his hand over mine and then quickly began to move my hand up and down on my new find. He told me my hands are very small and delicate, and that my hand made him get tensed up at the slightest touch. I used my fingertips across it, and he shivered. He pulled me closer, kissing me as he pulled me even closer, and it felt like he was almost on top of me.
The feeling of his bulge through his jeans in my lil hand and him rubbing my chest was so exciting and crazy, and our tongues kept finding their way together as we kissed. He traced his fingers across my chest from side to side. I felt his hand squeeze my left hand which was pushed onto his growing bulge through his jeans. He pushed up, and sat back again, this time his fingers and hand that was over mine were pulling at his pants, trying to tug them open.
He reached down and unbuttoned his jeans and told me to unzip them. When I did, he pushed them down, and then moaned as my soft hand and fingers now held his hard penis , as I slid my hand down with his still on top of mine. My fingers moved up and down, making the muscles of his penis jump in my hand.
After a few minutes of stroking his hard penis he pulled my hand away kissed me and rubbing my chest. I rolled over and quickly he began to pull his jeans and underwear down. I licked my lips as he put my hand back on his penis for me to touch him with my tiny hand to help him. My fingers moved up and down to the patch of hair and then up to the top where I could feel a stickiness on the tip. I did circles around that part, and felt how soft and round it is.
Not knowing what was gonna happen next, he slid down my body, and began using his tongue and licking inside of my legs, I fell into a frozen frenzy. He pulled my leggings down to my feet , as I tried to catch my breath. He grinned at me, and slid his head up between my legs. I was feeling his wetness of his tongue and feeling tingly al over like crazy butterflies in my tummy.
"Having fun yet?" he asked me.
"Uh huh!" I moaned softly.
I rocked my hips, feeling myself and my juices as he pushed my outer lips of my sweetness with his tongue. I pushed into him, and I felt my sweetness open up. So soft and steamy and wet, felt like heaven, and I gently pushed the back of his head into me and covered my mouth as I moaned and whimpered. He began to slowly rise back up to me more and again, he started kissing me harder and pushing his tongue deeper in my mouth.
He pushed his hand down and rubbed my sweetness and then tried to push his finger in but he couldn't put it in all the way and I was squirming cuz I never had a boy put a finger inside me so it was tight and kind of hurt when he tried to push hard. He pushed his tongue back in my mouth and grabbing my neck and I felt my tummy tingle when he kept rubbing my sweetness faster. As I squirted into his mouth he stayed down there and licked me all over and cleaned me up from my mess I did. I fell next to him, and he began to caress my face. He then told me that I'm a special delicate angel that had chosen him to share this experience, and he would do everything in his power to repay me for this gift.
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