April-September (closed for kindflgirl)

[DirrrtyDanny]

Mike Finn turned the lights out in his shop a little after 7:00pm. It was warm that day, good for applying lacquer. He had two solid-bodies and three bolt-on necks that needed attention, and he had mixed lacquer for all of them. It was a therapeutic process, deciding on exactly the tint and the opacity of the liquid, and while staring at the concoction through the sawdust and the filtered light through the old drive-shed windows, for a moment he felt he could have been transported back to Cremona, and it wasn't guitars he made, he was working instead for the old masters, making violins. This was the place where time stood still, and before he knew it, he had lost the natural light, and had to call it a night.

Still -- the necks, and one of the bodies were lacquered, and they looked great. Tomorrow, there would be time for more. Maybe he'd switch gears and work on electronics tomorrow. Or carve a new body. There was that kid from the next county over who was looking to get something new for his band... what were they called, again? Tequila worm, or something like that. Wiping his hand with the mineral spirits-soaked rag, and then washing up, he closed the shed, and walked the two dozen paces to the little house. Morgan, his old mutt, greeted him half way, and he scratched the old pup behind the ears.

Dinner was pretty simple. Corn on the cob, greens, and leftover corn bread from the night before. He sat and flipped channels for ten minutes, but knew himself well enough to know he'd sit there an hour and never decide on anything, so he flipped the TV off. Wandering over to the laptop, he logged into his website, and uploaded progress shots of the three instruments he had worked on that day to their respective galleries, made a blog post about the evils of polyurethane paint, and then contemplated Facebook for a few minutes.

It wasn't until almost nine thirty that he navigated to Tinder, absently looking at profiles. After about the fifteenth picture, he as stopped dead in his tracks. Was that... He grabbed his phone and texted Maddy, his daughter.

"Who was that girl you roomed with in first year? Emily?"

The reply came a moment later.

"Emma, Dad. Why?"

He let that go for a moment, before answering.

"No reason, sweetheart. Just thinking of that place you had on Colborne. How's Jeff?"

Maddy then sent a flurry of text about how amazing her boyfriend was, and how thoughtful, and what they were doing that weekend, and the trip he was planning for them to Route 66 in a months' time.

But Mike was looking at Emma, on Tinder. He shouldn't. He should have pretended he hadn't seen her. It was inappropriate. He tried to recall the conversations they had, while he'd fixed their bathroom sink, or installed shelves in Maddy's room, or installed the roof rack for Emma on her Mazda. Her beautiful smile and long, waterfall tresses imprinted themselves in his minds' eye, and he thought back the five years since he'd last seen her. A little more toned. A few more freckles. A little less makeup. She was stunning... and against his better judgement, before closing the laptop for the night, he swiped right.

 

[kindflgirl]

Emma was reluctant to do it but after a few failed attempts at dating guys her age she decided to join Tinder and set her preferences for older men.

She always felt a bit like an old soul. Her grandma used to call her that too, and who is to argue with their grandparents

Emma was kind to a fault, compassionate and that sometimes could either be taken advantage of or mistaken for weakness. She genuinely cared about people and would never apologize for the way she was.

She had recently started a new job working as an Account Manager for a technical recruiting firm, she enjoyed the work but had bigger plans and dreams, at 24 she still had time to chase them.

She had completed a pretty detailed profile on Tinder, uploaded a couple of pictures, nothing overly showy but enough to give a sense of her style and her figure. She set her age preference for 35-55 and let it be. She figured she wouldn’t have much luck anyway and only checked in periodically for any potential new matches, to date nothing has stood out to her that was until she checked that night and saw a potential match from Mr. Finn, her old roommates dad. Her heart pounded a bit, he was undoubtedly a very, very good looking man and was such a sweet guy, but her friends dad? This wasn’t a good idea, right?

Staring at the screen for a good 15 minutes she took a deep breath and swiped right to confirm a match…and waited nervously

 

[DirrrtyDanny]

The 'match' was sitting there, in his in-box, the next morning. He checked while having his morning coffee. A match. He was barely able to believe it. She had to be pulling his leg, or having a laugh, since she had caught him, essentially red-handed, an older man that she knew from her past... her friend's father, sending a young girl like her a Tinder request? She had surely matched with him as a gag.

But maybe... just maybe. He agonized over whether to even reach out to her or not, for another five sips of his coffee. Finally deciding, why the hell not? He had nothing to hide, and if her reply to his interest wasn't genuine, then they could (hopefully) both have a laugh and be done with it. Would he hear from Maddy about it? Oh, almost certainly. No doubt. But it was a risk he was willing to take.

He typed a short text and sent it. Non-committal. Something she could ignore if she chose to.

"Hello Emma. Not sure you ever called me Mike... it was always Mr. Finn when you lived with my Maddy. Just wanted to say, if we end up talking, please call me Mike. Have a good one!"

Emma was nervous after swiping right on Mr. Finn’s potential match. The whole scenario around it was probably so wrong given her friendship with his daughter, but she also assumed that maybe he was feeling the same before he swiped on her profile.

Nonetheless, when she woke up the next morning and was getting ready to head yoga she saw the notification pop up for a response from Tinder.

She opened the app and saw the message was from him and she nervously smiled as she read it, it was short and a good first message she thought, especially given the situation. She agonized over what to write. She didn’t want to come across as young or immature but she ultimately decided to be her genuine self as she replied

‘Mr. Finn, well I guess I mean Mike. This was certainly the last thing I expected when I signed up for this silly app. So to say I’m surprised and feel a bit awkward would be an understatement but I suppose the algorithm on here suggested us for each other for a reason. If this is too awkward for you I understand, I was torn on swiping on you for the very same reason. Enough blabbing, I hope you a great day as well’

He had stepped into the kitchen to pour another half-cup of coffee, hadn't even closed the app, or his laptop yet, when there was a 'bing' notifying him there had been a message. He had only sent one message, so unless someone was reaching out to him on Tinder unprompted (unlikely) that meant that Emma had replied. He smiled to himself as he took one more sip, padding barefoot back across the wooden floor of the kitchen to his small dinette, where he had placed his laptop, amongst a few short stacks of books (some he was reading currently, some hadn't quite made their way back to the shelves, some were references for his work, and some were just being... considered. Anyways, he slid back into the chair at his table, setting the coffee down, and read Emma's reply. The little green circle around her profile image told him she was still online.

He typed out a reply, fuelled by coffee and a sudden desire to speak to this young woman, someone he knew only peripherally, and get to know her as two adults aught to.

"Not awkward for me, if it's not awkward for you."

He thought briefly... adding and then erasing several things that he deleted as too cheesy, or might come off as creepy old man, eventually adding:

"What could you possibly be doing on a site like this? I remember you always had a guy on your arm back in the day. I thought sites like this were the domain of guys like me who can't remember how to 'date' in the 21stC..."

Emma received his response shortly after she sent her, the butterflies in her stomach responded as she read his message on the app

‘First, it’s maybe a little awkward for me, for obvious reasons but that’s ok. Second, I had like one boyfriend the entire time you knew me silly. And the reason I’m on here is because guys my age are just not interesting to me. They are arrogant, don’t know how to hold a conversation and are just immature in general. So now that I’ve opened that bag, what brings you here? Clearly you are not the type to need an app to find a girl’

Mike frowned at the thought of making Emma uncomfortable. He's have to address that. Then, as he read on, his eyebrow raised in interest and curiosity. He realized his heart rate was up. Was he excited about this? He legitimately leaned back, taking stock of his emotions and his current physical state. Jesus... he was. He clicked again on Emma's profile photo, this time taking in more than just the smile, her hair, what might have changed since the last time he had seen her (aside, obviously, from the lack of a baggy hoodie anywhere in her photos...) he now drank in her physique, and he very much liked what he saw. Curvy, yet slim in all the right places, Emma was a knockout.

Typing a reply came naturally to him. This time, he didn't have to agonize over the wording.

"I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, Emma. That's not my intention. I'll only keep approaching you if it's what you want. That said, based on what you have said, it sounds like you do want to keep... talking, at least! As for me?"

He thought about the handful of dates he'd been on in the last five years.

"Maybe much like yourself, I don't find much of interest out there for me. Thanks for the kind words about not needing an app to find a girl -- but believe me, I'm happy I'm here, talking to you."

Emma was looking over Mikes profile again and it just reminded her why all of their friend group had a crush on him. He had a shirtless photo that showed off his strong chest and firm stomach as his reply came through and she felt awful as he didn’t make her uncomfortable, it was the fact that she is friends with his daughter that makes it awkward

‘OMG I am so sorry Mike, you didn’t make me feel uncomfortable at all. It’s just the fact that I am close with your daughter that makes it a little awkward for me, I have no intention of saying anything to her btw hehe. With that said I’d be crazy not to want to continue talking to you. I mean I’ve only had a crush on you for several years now lol’

She sent that, a bit nervously in hopes that she didn’t overshare anything and that she wanted him to know that he is not the reason for any awkwardness at all.

Mike read Emma‘s reply, his body reacting involuntarily… blood rushing, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. She hadn’t said anything particularly risqué, but hearing that she had had a crush on him for years, sent his mind spiralling into the what-ifs.

Mike was well-versed in school girl crushes. Maddy had her fair share: movie and TV stars, posters on the wall in her room, the boy in her class, the girl in her class. Even her daddy. Schoolgirl crushes are about hugs and coy looks. Hand holding and stolen glances.

But when a 24-year-old tells you she’s had a crush on you for years, and those years only take her back to the age of nineteen… that’s an adult crush. Adult crushes are different, and can often involve frenzied fingers working deeply in a needy slit, hard nipples held between thumb and forefinger, coaxing. Moaned oaths.

It was these thoughts Mike focussed on as he sat in his living room, talking to his daughter’s friend, while his hand found its way into his boxers, finding the flesh there, turgid, pulsing.

Regardless of his current state, his reply was chaste, honest, and arrived quickly (though it was typed one-handed.)

“yeah, I kind of assumed that would go one of two ways: either you would be quick to tell Maddy everything, or you would never want her to know anything. … I’m not a big fan of keeping secrets from her, but we can keep our business between us for the time being.”

Mike flipped to his own profile, and looked through the pictures he had chosen. He wondered if Emma had opened all of those photos. The one of him topless. His abs weren’t what they once were, in the late 90s… But he was still toned, even if the hair on his chest was getting a little gray, the one of him in a swimsuit. She wondered if she had glanced at what was between his legs…

 

[DirrrtyDanny]

...Emma had been looking at his photos in between messages, that just reaffirmed how attractive he was, even with the years that have passed he looks even better now in her eyes

His body was perfect and while she couldn’t be certain one of the photos seemed to show a very prominent bulge

She began responding ‘Yeah I’d rather her not know if that’s ok, I don’t want to make anything uncomfortable for you though so if you feel you need to share with her I completely understand’

Mike smiled, his eyes fixed to the picture of Emma drinking her coffee.

“that’s fine. I’m happy to be your dirty little secret.

I feel like I should bid you a good day… I’m sure you have places to go this morning and things to do… But I can’t help but ask:

What now?”

Emma replied, ‘I don’t want to go but I do have to. And maybe we should meet up somewhere when we’re both free?’

She wasn’t exactly playing it smoothly but she was going to play it honestly. She was hoping he would take charge but she was willing to get the ball rolling...

Mike thought for just a moment before responding, looking around his laptop at the stacks of books covering the table.

“Do you know, Elliot’s, downtown?”

It it was a cozy, upscale secondhand bookstore with a built-in café.

“I have about a dozen books I need to trade in. Figured I might go on Saturday. Say 2pm? Buy you a latte?”

‘That sounds really nice actually, I’d love to meet you there’ Emma replied to his message

The butterflies in her stomach were beginning to flutter. This was still an odd feeling going to meet her friends dad but in a way it added a level of excitement to it as well.

“ok. Great! See you then.”

He signed off for the moment, but knew right then and there, the next two days were going to be the longest of his life.

Mike finished his coffee, and began his day. There was work to do, and it wasn’t going to get done by itself…

Emma replied ‘I am really looking forward to seeing you’

As she finished getting ready and headed to work her head was already worrying about what she would wear, how would she wear her hair, and many other decisions to be made. Her overthinking was already taking over, she needed to remind herself to ‘breathe’...

(OOC: these last two posts were a combination of DM's "playing out" our Tinder interaction between both kindflgirl and myself.)

 

[DirrrtyDanny]

Saturday morning dawned bright and warm, and after coffee, Mike spent the first few hours of the day out in the shop, but truth be told he didn’t accomplish much… His mind was on Emma, and their meeting later on that day.

Around 11, he went inside and had a shower. Hot. He stood under the stream, letting it work the tension out of his shoulders, probably stayed in for too long, luxuriating in the hot water. He trimmed his beard afterwards, put on a tiny bit of cologne, and stepped into his bedroom. He stood there, naked, contemplating their first meeting in many years, eyeing his wardrobe.

Eventually, he decided not to overthink it, pulling on a slim fitting white T-shirt, a comfy, old favourite flannel, arms rolled up to the elbows, and a good pair of jeans… Not the sort he would’ve worn into the shop. He put a little bit of product into his hair, polished his glasses, and stepped out into the main room of his little farmhouse / cottage.

He packed the books into a satchel, brushed his teeth, pulled on his red wing boots and stepped out into the late spring morning.

He was well over an hour early when he arrived at Elliot’s, which suited him just fine. He browsed, selected a woodworking book, and a Thomas Harris novel that he hadn’t yet read, grabbed a coffee and sat in one of the cosy nooks, bathed in warm sunlight, and began to thumb through the novel…

 

[kindflgirl]

When Saturday arrived it started unlike most mornings, she got her running clothes on and went for a 5 mile run using one of her usual routes. The run was good but consumed with thoughts about seeing Mike. This was still a bit unexpected and nerve wracking for her given the circumstances

When she got back she made herself a smoothie, rested for a few before heading to the bathroom where she would step out of her running clothes and examine her naked body closely. She shaved her legs and touched up her typical grooming around her most intimate parts and got in the shower

It was a little cool today so she chose jeans, which hugged her athletic shape perfectly, a lightweight sweater top that was low cut showing some of her ample cleavage and a light jacket over it unbuttoned, threw on comfy shoes and touched up her makeup, splashed some of her favorite body spray on and made her way to the bookstore to meet Mike

As she arrived she took a couple of deep breaths before getting out of her car and heading inside

Still nervous and trembling a little, filled with anxious butterflies she saw Mike occupying a small nook and made her way towards

Quietly she spoke ‘Hey you’ with a big and sweet smile she greeted him

 

[DirrrtyDanny]

He was about 120 pages into the book when he heard her voice from a dozen paces away. Looking over to see her with happy eyes and a wide smile, Mike got up, and quickly crossed the distance to meet her halfway as she walked towards him.

She didn’t bounce and jiggle like some women that were exceptionally endowed… her full, gracefully toned figure moved like a lioness, and it was only when they finally met, his hands coming up under her forearms, that Mike realized he hadn’t thought out this particular moment. Their actual greeting to each other. He thought about several other moments that would be yet to come, but not those first five seconds.

“Hey back, Emma” he breathed, quietly, and because it felt right, leaned in and planted a single kiss on her lips. Nothing overdramatic, nothing X-rated, but also not as chaste as a peck. Mouth slightly open, lips moist. He lingered for just a second, partially to see what her reaction would be, and partially because he didn’t want the kiss to last much longer than that.

Maybe he was looking for that subtle movement of her chin, parted lips that said she wanted more… Maybe he wanted to feel her hand on his neck, hopeful, and longing. But he didn’t let the kiss go on.

To a bystander, not that there were any… It would’ve appeared like a familiar, comfortable greeting between old friends, or old lovers.

 

[kindflgirl]

As she approached Mike she wasn’t expecting a kiss on the lips, at all, so it initially caught her off guard. Not really knowing what to do or how far to go she opened her slightly and let her tongue come slightly passed her own lips and onto his, and pulled back she didn’t feel his

When she pulled back she giggled shyly ‘I’m sorry, I was totally not expecting that so was so not prepared’ and she felt a little embarrassed

‘Sorry if I kept you waiting. I was torn on what to wear as you’ll learn I am a terrible over thinker’ as she walked to the barista a few steps away to order an iced coffee

 

[DirrrtyDanny]

… So she did want more. For just the briefest moment, he felt her tongue. The wave of emotions and endorphins that swept over him was indescribable. It was beyond a passing interest she had in him. She really did want him.

He watched as she walked over to the counter and ordered her beverage, unabashedly taking in the shape of her toned ass cheeks, beautifully encased in denim. He exhaled slowly, trying to get his pulse rate in check.

When she returned, he put his bookmark in, and closed the novel. “I… I almost can’t believe I’m here. That you’re here. Tell me how this is possible, Emma…” he shook his head, almost disbelieving, but then laid his hand on her knee. This was real.

“you look incredible, by the way…”

 

[kindflgirl]

As she returned to the table with her drink her heart was still beating out of her chest and her belly filled with butterflies

‘Right?’ she exclaimed in response at first ‘this doesn’t seem real or possible does it?’

When his hand found her knee she placed a hand on top of his briefly

‘And look who’s talking! You don’t look like you’re in your 50’s at all!’ she said sincerely

 

[DirrrtyDanny]

He laughed heartily, doubling over for a second before locking eyes with her. “That’s because I’m 49. Don’t put me both feet in the grave quite yet, kay?”

The conversation meandered as it should for the next while, until both of their drinks were empty, their minds filled with news of the other. Mostly the common ‘get to know you’ questions that as a father to her friend, Mike hadn’t had the agency to ask when they knew each other before.

What had she been doing with herself since school, her work, hobbies, music, travel… Broad strokes, and things that shouldn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, but make for a great conversation.

For her part, it seemed as though Emma had never really asked that many in-depth questions about him of Maddy. What he did for a living, where he was from… Mike enjoyed every second of the conversation with her, meeting her eyes, taking opportunities to be close to her, touch her.

Underneath it all, and something he would keep to himself unless directly asked, he was very aroused by her. The look of her, her sent, the way she seemed to match him at every level.

There was a huge white elephant in the corner of the room, though, and Mike decided it was best to pounce on it. “ so now that we’re face-to-face… Are you at all worried about the age? Worried that an ancient guy like me won’t be able to keep up with someone so vibrant, in the prime of her life?”

 

[kindflgirl]

‘Oh my God I’m so sorry!’ she apologized ‘you might want to update your age in the app then because I’m almost positive it said you were 50’ she giggled and their ensuing conversation was effortless

She learned a lot about him that she never knew before. They both asked each other lots of questions and it felt oddly comfortable considering the circumstances to which she didnt want to bring up

‘Hmm, I highly doubt you’ll have any trouble keeping up with me, you look incredibly fit from where I’m sitting Mike’ she said with smile

‘Is there anything about my age or inexperience that you are unsure of or gives you pause? I understand if there is’

 

[DirrrtyDanny]

Mike flushed slightly when she replied to his question about ‘keeping up’ with her. The response could be taken so many ways, but his mind was in the bedroom. (Maybe it shouldn’t have been.)

She had already demonstrated pretty handily that she was a match for him intellectually. That didn’t worry him. But he supposed there was one question… and it was less about age, more about the type of person she was. He wouldn’t know unless he simply asked.

“Well, I guess I’d like to know a bit more about your nightlife personality. Going out, clubs, that sort of thing. I’m not much for it. Never have been, really. Dance clubs, that sort of preening and posturing. …I just don’t want to disappoint you if that’s how you like to spend your Friday nights…”

He wanted to turn the conversation to something sexual, but he didn’t want to ruin a good thing, or scare her off…

 

[kindflgirl]

‘Yeah I’m definitely not into that life myself. It’s just not my style, too aggressive, too sloppy, and you’re just opening yourself up for a trouble. Most people my age would call me boring because I don’t party. Oh well is what I say to them’

She was nothing if not honest, she was always told she was a bit of an old soul and while she doesn’t fully know what that means she is beginning to embrace that

 

[DirrrtyDanny]

“So… that means you’d let me make dinner for you and have a hot tub and a night in?”

He smiled knowingly. It was definitely an offer. Not necessarily for tonight, but if she jumped at the chance he’d never say no.

 

[kindflgirl]

‘That sounds a lot better than hanging out with a bunch of drunk people my age’ she replied with a smile

‘But I don’t know, can you cook?’

 

[DirrrtyDanny]

He smiled wryly. “I have it on good authority I can do several things well.” He let that sit for a moment before elaborating. “Chilli, Stir-Fry, stew, steak, and a pretty great chicken curry casserole.” He made a face. “Pretty much everything else, I have to follow the recipe. But I can, follow the recipe…”

Of course, there were other meals he made routinely, other dishes. But as far as stuff he whipped up on the regular, those were ‘signature’ slices of heaven.

“The hot tub’s got a great view of the stars, and the horses next door let me know if anyone’s close by. Just me and the stars out there…”

He realized he was sounding desperate.

“…sometime. When you feel like it. My door is always open.”

 

[kindflgirl]

‘Well that does sound nice. How about if I help with the meal? I’ve been taking cooking classes anyway so I can put those to use. And the hot tub under a clear sky doesn’t sound too bad either’

Did she really just agree to a ‘date’? Kinda, sorta, maybe?

 

[DirrrtyDanny]

He tilted the dregs of his coffee back, finishing it, and stood abruptly, smiling broadly at Emma, his mind already turning over the possibilities. And all of them were good.

“Well then let’s get the hell out of here.” He assumed she had driven here, as he had. He held out a rugged hand to her, connected to a thickly-corded arm, and collected up the few new books he had selected.

He walked her out to her car, pausing when she unlocked the door to stoop and lift her chin to his, kissing her again.

“Follow me to my place? It’s about 30 minutes… just out of town.”

He climbed into his pickup, wound the windows down, and pulled out, into traffic…

 

[kindflgirl]

She nodded her head yes in response to his question with a cute and sweet smile

The kiss was short but sweet as she slid into the seat of her car waiting to follow him to his place

 

[DirrrtyDanny]

The trip back to his little house had not taken long, but Mike was filled with conflicted, complex feelings. He liked Emma. Was attracted to Emma. Wanted Emma, in every sense of the word. But she was half his age. She deserved someone who would grow with her. And she was his daughter’s friend. Which both excited, and concerned him. Why was that a turn-on? He’d never given ‘age’ much thought before. Certainly didn’t think he had a ‘thing’ for younger women. Had mostly dated age-appropriate, or even older, in his lifetime. (Maddy’s mum was six years older than he.)

Was he letting his dick do the decision-making? How old had he been the last time he had experienced 24-year-old pussy? 28? 29?

No, that wasn’t it. She was fun. Earnest. Honest. She seemed to match his energy, his lifestyle. He was no matchmaker, but he would’ve looked at them together, and said she looked good with him, and vice versa.

He gave Emma the dime tour of his small house. Kitchen, dining / office, bedroom, guest room, bathroom. They began making the curry, and some roast vegetables with rice. Another good sign, they moved well together in the kitchen. Sure, hips occasionally came in contact (but he had the feeling it was on purpose) and he had brushed against her chest while reaching for the spice rack, but they knew how to be in each-other’s space without being in the way.

He was immediately comfortable sharing his space, his inner sanctum, his place of peace and refuge from the world.

And as the smells of their cooking grew bolder and stronger, likewise Mike’s feeling that he needed to give Emma the fuck of her young life.

 

[kindflgirl]

Emma was still feeling her way through all of this, moment by moment. She had followed a good friends dad home, clearly that was not your typical behavior

But the matching on Tinder was worth exploring, after all they had a pretty high compatibility score and it was showing in how well they worked together in the kitchen

The occasional, accidental brushing against one another, the laughter, the not taking their selves too seriously, it felt natural to her and she wasn’t fighting it

Dinner was just about finished so Emma offered to set the table which she did. They must have talked for like two hours without skipping a beat, no awkward moments of silence which was all too common with guys her own age. This felt different, this felt…right

 

[DirrrtyDanny]

The food was good, the company, even better. Mike offered a glass of wine, but didn’t think anything of it when Alex turned it down. They talked like old friends, laughed about silly shit online, or on a TV show they both had seen, or about the peculiarities of life in general.

They stole glances at each other.

There was still a bit of food left on his plate when Mike offered Emma his hand, pulled her up from the table and led her out, across the grass, to the hot tub. Morgan followed, woofing about and snuffling in the grass.

Mike removed the top to the tub, checked the temperature, and led Emma to the small deck surround. There was a couch and a couple of side chairs around the tub, and he opened a cabinet, taking out two deep blue towels, placing them on the arm of the couch.

There was a cool breeze in the air, and Mike didn’t want to spend too long in the open air before getting into the heat of the tub. He pulled off his shirt, revealing a hard chest and toned core, greying chest hair. Next came the pants, folded and left with his shirt. Finally, the boxers came off, revealing his semi-erect cock. He made no boast or show of modesty or embarrassment… it felt natural to him.

He stepped into the tub, his manhood swaying enticingly, heavily.

“Water’s great…” he said, looking back at Emma, as he turned on the jets.

 

[kindflgirl]

Emma was surprised at his comfort level and him undressing completely like that.

She already knew he had an amazing body and suspected he was well hung but what she saw was beyond shocking. He was absolutely massive, how low it hung and his loose sac, was impossible not to notice and not to be surprised by it

When she first saw it an audible ‘holy crap’ escaped her lips which he heard…

 

[DirrrtyDanny]

He kept himself mostly hairless around his cock and nuts, just the faintest, thin trace above his cock, leading to the hair on his midriff. He had heard Emma’s utterance as he sank into the water, he made no overtly sexual motions, nothing particularly showy. Just sank into the water, letting his weight be held by his arms as he sat on the moulded bench, sighing as the jets massaged him.

He had heard women state that his size was intimidating before, but he was not the biggest he’d seen in the locker room. He was above average, that much was certain. But it wasn’t like he had laid a tape measure on his prick. He was pleased by his own physique, knew he was a good lover, but did not want to make himself out to be anything other than what he was: interested in Emma.

His eyes met hers, hungry. “I don’t bite…”