A Chance Meeting

I spotted you across the bar, your tanned skin and muscular frame a stark contrast to the usual dull lunch crowd. Your beard was well-kept, and your smile was even better. I was 55, you it turned out was 28,but age was just a number in that moment. I approached you, and we clicked immediately. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and before I knew it, I was inviting you back to my place.

As we stepped into my house the tension was almost too much to bear, I could feel the heat radiating from your body, and I knew you could feel mine too. I turned to you, my voice low and sultry, "You know, I have a confession to make. I really want to give you a blow job that you won't forget in a hurry."

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on your lips. "Is that so? I must warn you, I'm not exactly small."

I laughed, my eyes flicking down to your crotch. "I can see that. But I'm not one to back down from a challenge."

I dropped to my knees, my hands already working on your belt. You were right, your cock was thick, not long but thick, and it was already hard. I licked my lips again, eager to take you into my mouth. But as I tried, I realized it was going to be a challenge. Your cock was so thick that I could barely get my lips around it. I tried to relax my jaw, to take more of you in, but it was no use. I looked up at you, a mischievous glint in my eye.

"You're right, you're a big boy," I said, my voice husky with desire as I slowly wanked you with both hands. "But I think I have a better idea."

I stood up, my hands already working on my own clothes. I new that I needed to be wet, really wet to be ready for you. I could feel your eyes on me as I stripped, my body now on full display. I started to play with myself, my fingers finding my clit and rubbing it in slow circles. I moaned, my eyes locked on yours. I could see the desire in your eyes, the way your cock twitched in my hand as I pleasured myself.

I was wet, so wet, and I knew I was ready for you. I straddled you, my knees on either side of your hips. I could feel your cock, hard and thick, pressing against my pussy. I reached down, guiding you to my entrance. I eased myself down, inch by inch, feeling you fill me. It was a tight fit, and it hurt, but it felt so good. I lifted off a little, then tried again, determined to take you fully.

You were so hard, so thick, and it felt like you were going to rip me open. But I didn't care, I wanted it. I wanted you. I eased down, taking you fully, and I moaned, a deep, guttural sound. You were so deep inside me, and I could feel every inch of you. I started to move, grinding against you, feeling your cock hit all the right spots.

" Fuck You feel so good," I moaned, my voice breathy. "So fucking good."

You were hard, so hard, and I could feel your cock pulsing inside me. I was going to cum, I could feel it. My clit was on fire, and every movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. I was so close, so close.

I leaned down, my lips finding yours. I kissed you, hard and deep, my tongue exploring your mouth. I could feel your hands on my body, your fingers digging into my flesh. I was so close, so close.

I lifted off you, then slammed back down, taking you fully. I did it again, and again, my body moving faster and faster. I was so close, so close.

I came, hard, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over me. I could feel you, hard and thick inside me, and I knew you were close too. I lifted off you, my hand wrapping around your cock. I stroked you, hard and fast, feeling you pulse in my hand. You came, your cock throbbing as you released, your cum spurting out and covering my hand.

I looked down at your cock, a satisfied smile on my lips. "Well, that was a challenge, but I think I managed it."

You laughed, a deep, throaty sound. "You did more than manage it. You fucking nailed it."