"It's Like Riding A Bike" (closed)

[MissyDemeanors]

She felt childish for crying. Even mentally scolding herself it took her a good 10 mintues for her to calm down. She sniffed and sat back looking at his shirt covered in makeup. "I'm sorry I ruined your shirt."

She looked up at him and sniffed again. "Thank you." She adjusted and moved until she was sitting across his lap. He just had his hands up letting her do as she pleased. She nuzzled her face into his neck and calmed herself "Take me home." She grabbed his hand as it reached for the buzzer agan. She shook her head no. "I mean your home."

The look he gave her wasn't readable. It was sympathy, sexual an loving all at once. She stayed in his lap and sighed "My panties and bra don't match." She looked at him seriously as if this was vital information for him to know.

 

[Tony2015]

When Sarah was finally able to control her sudden emotions, she told Keith, "I'm sorry I ruined your shirt."

He only laughed. "It'll come out. If not, I'll wear it as a badge of honor. The old letting a woman cry on your shoulder bit."

When she told him to take her home, Keith's heart suddenly cracked open. He'd misread her, or -- as he'd feared -- common sense had led to Sarah changing her mind. But then she clarified, "I mean your home."

Keith stared into Sarah's face, unsure of how to react. Was this simply Sarah's way of not letting the evening end, or did she want to be with him -- have sex with him, make love with him -- as he'd already confessed he wanted to do with her.

Then she sighed and made her own confession. "My panties and bra don't match."

Again, Keith laughed. He calmed a bit, then pulled her tight to him and laughed again. He told her with a loving tone, "I haven't seen a woman's panties and bra in a decade, my sweet Sarah. I don't think their matching is going to be the foremost thought on my mind."

When they arrived at his mansion in the West Hills, Keith gently urged Sarah off his lap, then urged her to face him. He took her hands in his and told her, "At any point, Sarah ... you have only to say I think I want to leave, and Thomas will take you home. Or, to a friend's. Or even back to the hotel." Keith reached into the outside pocket of his jacket, withdrew the hotel room's key card, opened Sarah's purse, and slipped it inside. "Room 1212 ... in case you just need a place to get away."

He leaned in and kissed her cheek, then exited and helped her out. Again he looked into her eyes, reassuring her, "You only have to say the words."



Once they were inside, it was obvious to Keith that Sarah had never seen anything like his home. He interlaced his fingers in hers and walked her about the mansion slowly, showing her a few of the rooms. He'd considered taking her straight to the bedroom, but he was afraid she would think him to sexually inpatient, think herself in an unknown, scary place, or both. He showed her the main foyer, with its antique furniture and 3.5 million dollars worth of art and statuary (though he didn't point out the value of it, obviously); the billiards room (which smelled of cigars, the obligatory rich man habit) with its 300 year old Irish Pub dart board and hand crafted wet bar; the back veranda, which looked out upon 10 acres of sculpted lawns and shrubs, as well as the 200 acres of pasture in which his wife had bred thoroughbreds over the quarter century of marriage; and finally the massive kitchen, where he gestured toward a trio of refrigerators (meant for the frequent parties, not everyday hunger) and cupboards full of anything and everything a heart -- or belly -- could desire.

"I'm sure the ice cream wasn't enough," he offered.

 

[MissyDemeanors]

The mansion was overwhelming. Sarah simply held his hand and let him shuffle her about. She had a twinge of envy considering she could pretty much show her house in under a minute.

At first she thought he was showing it off to impress her. She thought that was silly as she was already really impressed. Then as he kept rammbling she realized he might be more nervous than her.

He let go of her hand to open the fridge and name off things for her. She took the opportunity to undo her dress. She slipped it off and rested it on the counter not wanting to crinkle it.

She stood awkwardly in a purple lace thong and a black strapless bra. She figured she should take off her shoes but she was too nervous as was. It was taking longer then expected for Keith to stop listing off food. Her fridge was never that full.

He closed the fridge door mid sentence and just stopped. He stared at her wringing her hands and waiting for him. She realized she probably should have waited till they were in the bedroom but the thought of being in front of him to get undress made her worry she'd chicken out. She didn't know why he had told her she could leave at any time. She'd made up her choice when she asked him to take her home.

He compliments her and moves forward slowly. She expected him to suggest the bedroom but his eyes were devouring her. He didn't seem to want to touch her he just stared. She undid her bra and sat it on the counter whispering "Please touch me." She couldn't take just standing there much longer.

 

[Tony2015]

Keith turned, and his heart literally jumped in his chest. His gaze moved from beautiful feature to beautiful feature as, down below, his cock ever so rapidly swelled to its full size.

"My God, Sarah," he finally got out in almost a whisper. "You are ... you are ... I don't even know the words. Stunning."

He moved closer, wanting to take her into his arms and straight to the nearest, padded, horizontal surface. But his eyes simply continued to roam over her, from her sparkling eyes to her inviting groin. Looking back into those eyes, he whispered, "I'm the luckiest man in the world at this moment."

Despite having wanted her so badly for so long and now finally having her before him, Keith's hands -- trembling and beginning to sweat -- remained at his side. He hadn't been in this position -- touching a woman for the first time -- in almost four decades. While fantasizing about being with a woman again, Keith had told himself so many time that it was just like riding a bike: you never forgot. What he'd never imagined, though, was that he would be afraid to get on the bike again.

Sarah must have realized the trouble Keith was facing. She shed the mismatched brassiere and told him softly, "Please touch me."

"Okay," Keith said, not even realizing he'd spoken.

His gaze was set firmly upon her firm nipples, and also without realizing he'd done it, he casually wetted his lips as if preparing to devour one of them. He moved a bit closer, his gaze shifting often between Sarah's eyes and her body. Finally, setting his gaze again on a large, firm breast, Keith reached a hand out slowly. He hesitated just before his fingers contacted her, looking to her face again as if to silently ensure he had permission. Then, looking down again, he let the one hand softly contact her young, firm breast. He cupped it softly, his fingers to its outside, his palm pressing a bit more firmly to its lower roundness. His thumb was inside the nipple, then slipped slowly outward until it bumped up against the hardened nub.

"Magnificent," he murmured, though he wasn't sure whether the comment was for himself or for Sarah. He moved closer to the teen, laying his other hand on her bare waist as the thumb began to gently toy back and forth over the nipple. He looked back into her eyes as the hand's soft caress became a bit more of a grope. He whispered, "Can I kiss it?"

 

[MissyDemeanors]

The way he stared and approached her made her body shake. She didn't want him to ask. She wanted him to just do it. She was scared and unsure herself. She couldn't speak she just nodded her head.

She gasped as he picked her up. He lifted her so easily she was shocked. He sat her on the kitchen isle. She whimpered, her butt was cold. She didn't get to focus on it long as he bent and took her nipple in his mouth.

She couldn't believe how gentle he was. She gasped and held still. He was gentle but he sucked and nipped softly on the same one. Her nipples had never felt so sensitive. Touching the back of his neck gently she closed her eyes and let him keep at it.

 

[Tony2015]

(OOC: I can't remember if I named Keith's wife, and I couldn't find it in a search. So I named her below.)

How long had it been since Keith had suckled a woman's nipple? Although he and Amy had remained truly in love until the day she died, they hadn't made love in ... what, a handful of years before that fateful day. Sex just hadn't been that central to their love for one another. In fact, although he didn't truly realize it at the moment, it wasn't even sex with Sarah that was his quest. It was the simply the feeling of holding a woman again, of the intimacy he'd been missing for over a decade that had driven him to sit in that little café so many days, fantasizing about this moment.

Now, as he suckled Sarah's nipple, then kissed his way across her chest to do the same with the other, any subconscious thoughts he may have had about only wanting to hold a woman were gone. Keith wanted to be naked against Sarah and deep inside her just as soon as he could. His hands, which had been caressing over the skin of her belly, her back, her thighs, now swept around behind her back and under her knees. Despite his age, Keith was still a strong man. He scooped Sarah up into his arms and headed for the stairs, forgetting that her clothes were now upon the island and floor behind him.

He looked into her eyes and he told her sweetly, "I want you, Sarah."

He ascended the spiral staircase, holding her, his attention moving between her and the steps. He managed the climb fine, but by the time they reached the bedroom, he was breathing hard. He set her on the edge of his massive bed, then let out an embarrassed huff of air. He laughed, saying, "I ... need a moment ... to get my ... breath."

 

[MissyDemeanors]

It took all she had not to giggle. She covered her mouth so he wouldn't see her smile. "I'm not small, you shouldn't have done that." She pat the bed next to her "Please rest."

She'd gotten so swept up in how romantic the gesture was she didn't think how tiresome it would be. She should have stopped him, he could have hurt himself. He laid down for a mintue his legs hanging off the bed. Looking at him she traced her hands over him.

She moved and chose to straddle him. She didn't look in his eyes she just worked each of his shirt buttons slowly "Let's get your shirt off so I can put it somewhere to get washed. I don't know if my masscara will come off."

She was still scared and being half naked before him was tough. She did want to please him but she feared if they took a break she'd start to cry again or worse she'd spill about her concerns and hed change his mind about the situation. Even as he was catching his breath though she could feel how hard he was between her legs and it spurred her to unbutton faster.

 

[Tony2015]

"Please rest."

Keith didn't want Sarah to see him looking like an Old Man, but she was right. He'd overestimated his strength and was beginning to feel the burn in his legs and arms. He laid back, trying not to huff as he said, "Only for a moment. Then..."

Then, of course, meant I'm going to make love to you like a man half my age. His lips spread in a smile as he realized that a man half his age would have still been almost a decade older than her.

As he watched, the young beauty moved to straddle his thighs, just barely south of his semi-stiff cock, causing it to rapidly head toward full hardness. She felt so good atop him that Keith could have sat like this all night ... if, of course, there weren't so many other more pleasurable things to do in this position. Sarah began unbuttoning his shirt. When she parted it to reveal his torso, he made a show of sucking in his gut.

"Fit as a fiddle," he said with a voice intended to make it seem like he was seriously stressing to suck in his gut.

They laughed together, and he released the inhaled air. In reality, he wasn't in that bad of shape. He was flat in the belly, muscular from daily exercise. But you could see it. A luxurious layer of what his wife had called Winter Fat hid his six pack. Is it a six pack if you have to trail your fingers through the fat to feel them? he wondered.

Keith sat up to allow Sarah to remove the shirt. He took the opportunity to kiss her again: lips, neck, breasts, and those nipples. His hands caressed over her body gently, finding their final resting place on her buttocks as he pulled her forward until his cock pressed into her.

"Make love to me, Sarah," Keith whispered. In an attempt to indicate he wanted her on top, he said, "I want to watch you. Can I...? Can I watch you make love with me, Sarah?"

 

[MissyDemeanors]

She wished he'd stop asking and just do. It was hard for her to make intiative. She touched his chest and stomach gently nodding her head yes, blushing.

She got off him and laid next to him "take your pants off Keith." She bit her lip and watched as he undid his belt and zipped. She slid her panties off dropping them on the floor. She propped herself and watched him raise his hips to take his pants off.

 

[Tony2015]

"Take your pants off Keith."

He couldn't help but smile wide at Sarah's request. When was the last time a woman had asked him to do that? Well, there was that female Italian doctor who attended him when he caught the stomach flu in Naples three years ago, but...

He watched the teen shed her panties, and his eyes couldn't help but widen in awe. He'd never actually seen a shaved pussy in the flesh, so to speak. Oh sure, there was porn, but ... really...? Keith stared at it as he went through the movements of shedding his pants and boxers. Sarah aided him with his socks, and before he knew it he was entirely naked with an 18 year old girl, who by the way was naked as well.

This was a dream come true. An erotic fantasy come true, to be specific. But even more than that, it was magical, because Sarah wasn't just one of many young women upon whom Keith had hit, finally finding the Bullseye. Sarah was the only woman, teen or not, he'd made such a play for since Amy's death. And now, to be seeing her like this, was as if the God's had aligned the stars for him!

Keith's cock had never been so hard in all his life. It's head was pumped so full that it's tight skin shined in the illumination of the still fully lit room, hovering above his belly a couple of inches as it bobbed a bit -- left right, up, down -- with any movement of his body. He wasn't exceptionally long, just a bit more than 7 inches; but he'd learned through inconspicuously glances at the gym over the years that he was much thicker than most men.

As he watched Sarah's reaction to seeing his cock popped out below her, Keith's mind was instantly filled with fantasies of being blown. He was 54 years old and no woman had ever had his cock in her mouth. Yet, his mind was entirely somewhere else at the moment. He sat up on one elbow, brought Sarah to him with the other arm for a passionate kiss, then whispered, "Lay back."

He helped her to her back on the huge bed, maintaining his place between her parted legs. His mouth took a walk from Sarah's own mouth, to her neck, her breasts, those wonderful nipples to her flat belly. Then, he rose a bit from her to get a clear view of...

"Wow," he murmured to himself, though Sarah had to hear it as well. One hand was caressing her belly and inner thighs as he steadied himself on an elbow. He wasn't shy about simply staring at the teen's pussy. He looked up at her and blushed a deep red. He chuckled nervously, explaining, "I've never seen one shaved before."

Keith felt kind of stupid for saying that, but he didn't care. He went back to staring at it, then caressed his fingers gently closer, around it without actually touching it. He wasn't trying to tease Sarah, but he was seeing the effect the light touch was having on her. To be honest, he was a bit fearful. Sex had changed so much since he was an active participant. Sarah had no hair down here and was as smooth as a baby's butt. Shaved, waxed, whatever: Keith had no idea how but only knew that it was absolutely the most incredible thing he'd ever seen and felt before.

As Sarah relaxed her knees outward a bit more, the brown folds of flesh parted to show more of the pink within them. She glistened with her natural lubricants, beckoning him. Keith took the leap, ceasing his caressing and simply laying the two longest fingers of his free hand upon her pussy. He caressed them softly against her, peeking up to see Sarah's reaction. He smiled. You're doing it right so far, dummy. He pressed the fingers against her just enough to push the outer brown folds apart, then traced his now wet finger tips upwards until they flanked her swollen clit. That reaction from Sarah was even more dramatic. Keith began gently massaging the tip of her clit with one finger, now intently watching Sarah's face for signs that he was doin' good.

"Tell me what to do, Sarah," Keith whispered. He was moving too slow for her, but he didn't realize it. With Amy, from first kiss to groping to touching of wet flesh to intercourse had taken Keith almost a year. This was his first date with Sarah. "Tell me what to do to make you never forget this night."

She did.

And he tried.

 

[MissyDemeanors]

His touch was softer than anything she had felt before. If she hadn't been so on overdrive she'd might not have even felt it at first. Then he began to just stare. His eyes devoured her and she was torn between feeling beautiful and feeling uncomfortable.

She understood his hesitation she felt it too, but for different reasons. At first she told him how to touch her softly. She barely knew her own body, she had no idea how to tell him to please her. She let his fingers trace over her pussy lips softly and then in her. Nothing to make her climax she just felt like she was letting him explore her.

She couldn't take any more. She gripped his wrist softly and he hesitated looking at her worried. She guessed he was concerned that he did something wrong. It was all just too much for her. She moved his hand from her and rested it on her thigh.

She wanted to word this right. "I can't." Instantly his face looked crushed and she thought she'd cry. She felt like there was a lot of pressure on her so she spoke quickly. "I'm not a slut. " She put her hand up to stop him.

"I just mean that I've had sex before but only a few times and..." She sighed "I don't know what to tell you to do. In fact I don't like telling you what to do. I could tell you if something hurt but." She squeezed his hand "I want you and I don't want to tell you to do anything. I know you've only been with one person but it was one person for YEARS. That's still loads more sex than me."

She wasn't sure if she got her point across but she didn't know what to tell him to do and if she tried and couldn't cum then would he be mad? Disappointed? She'd just thought he'd have her ride him. She knew how to fuck, not make love, she need him to show her that.

 

[Tony2015]

"I can't," Sarah said after ending Keith's toying of her pussy lips. "I'm not a slut."

Keith's first and very quickly arriving thought was that the night was over. Sarah had, as he'd feared, come to the conclusion that this was a mistake; and now she was going to quickly flee to the bathroom with her clothes in hand, dress, and disappear from his life. He'd live out the rest of his life a lonely old man, crushed, drinking too much, until they found him three days dead in his big lounge chair with a cold cigar still in his fingers.

When she went on to explain herself, Keith felt a wave of relief -- and a resurgence of horniness, as his again growing cock could attest -- and he moved up away from her groin to press his lips to Sarah's.

"I'm sorry," he whispered to her, kissing her lips, cheek, and neck as he continued, "I may be old ... and I may be more experienced ... but I'm still new ... to this." He chuckled just a bit at the thought that he, a 54 year old geezer, would be telling an 18 year old girl that he was new to this. He reached a hand down between them, found her wetness, and began a rather inept attempt to both wet her and make obvious that he was about to enter her. Before he began pressing into her, he whispered, "You're so beautiful."

Keith drew a deep breath as he felt the wetness of Sarah's hole around the head of his cock. She didn't immediately let him inside. He wished he'd performed more foreplay, but it had been decades since he'd last put his tongue to a woman's pussy and, quite honestly, he was afraid of making a fool of himself down there. He was gentle with Sarah, staring into her eyes when he wasn't otherwise kissing her, as he pressed gently at her hole.

Suddenly, she opened for him, and his head sunk into her. Keith stopped at the first resistance, checked Sarah for her reaction, saw she seemed okay -- maybe even eager for more? -- then pulled back and pushed again, wetting his shaft further. He did this several times until finally he was entirely inside her. He didn't realize it, but as some point he'd closed his eyes. He was lost in the unbelievable feeling of this young woman's wet, warm pussy encapsulating his long ignored shaft.

"My god, Sarah," he murmured close to her ear. "You are wonderful. You feel ... wonderful." He pulled back to look her in the eyes, asking with deep sincerity, "Are you okay?"

He felt stupid asking it as soon as the words left his mouth. He was having flashbacks to when he took Amy's virginity. The girl had had eyes full of tears from a combination of the pain and the humiliation. Amy hadn't been emotionally ready for intercourse, but she'd known that Keith would be leaving for the war soon. It had been then or possibly never.

 

[MissyDemeanors]

"You're so beautiful."

Even as he said it, playing with her pussy, she believed him. She prepared herself but still wasn't able to relax enough to allow him in. It was unnerving and exciting having him lock eyes with her.

He kissed her so softly and she'd touch his face the lines seeming deeper as he held himself over her. He really was much older than her but it didn't stop her from wanting to please him.

Just as she thought about pleasing him he was able to push all the way in. She moaned softly and kept trying to watch him as he filled her. Before, her boyfriend had bucked into her until he came. Keith filled her and let her feel him deep in her. She didn't close her eyes like he did. She kept watching as he inched in her and enjoyed himself.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded her head yes but didn't speak. She watched his eyes glaze over for a mintue and she wondered what he was thinking about. She bit her lip and whispered "can you roll so I'm on top? I want to do what you asked me for. I want to please you."

She didn't mean for it to come out sounding so desperate but she felt that way. She wanted to make him happy. She didn't imagine she was going to cum she just wanted him to keep saying she was beautiful and to fuck her. He rolled and it was awkward but she managed to get on top with out him coming out.

When she got up and then sat down she cried out involuntarily as his cock buried deep in her. She just sat and shifted trying to accommodate him being so deep. She only rocked her hips softly. Taking his hand she put one of his hands on her breast the other she brought to her face kissing his palm.

She closed her eyes and nuzzled her face against his hand. She picked up pace a little focusing on his body in her. She opened her eyes resting her hands on his chest. "I want to make you happy Keith."

 

[Tony2015]

Though he didn't say so, Keith was tickled that Sarah wanted to be on top. He didn't honestly think he had the energy and stamina to fuck the teen well enough from up there. Keith exercised, but not as much as he should have. He just didn't have the time. He'd been having fantasies since meeting Sarah that she might treat him to a new type of exercise ... horizontal workouts.

He saw the effect on Sarah's face of his cock sinking to a new depth. It made him smile as he thought No little blue pill required. Keith let the young beauty control the situation. It was incredible watching her above him. Her every movement seemed designed to find a new pleasure from the big, hard object shoved up inside her. She put his hands to her. Her breasts were so firm, and the kissed to the flat of his palm were so erotic.

Sarah picked up the pace of her movements upon his groin. She looked down to Keith, telling him, "I want to make you happy Keith."

He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. He drew a breath, held it for a moment, then closed his eyes as he grunted to the eruption of his cock inside the teenager. His heart pounded as he continued to moan with the continuing spurts of his seed into Sarah. The hand on her breast groped tighter, and the one on her cheek reached around to the back of her neck to pull her down to him for a kiss that was made erotically awkward by his continuing gasps of pleasure.

"Oh my god..." he murmured, before chuckling happily. He looked into Sarah's eyes from very close, kissed her again, and laughing said, "If ... there's any doubt ... Sarah ... you make me ... oh, Sarah ... you make me happy."

He pulled her tight into his chest, pressing her ear over his beating heart and he chuckled again. Embarrassed, he told her, "I sort of feared this ... coming so quickly. But, it's ... it's been a while."

He waited until after her response to lift her up above him again. He made it clear he wasn't finished. "I want to make you happy, Sarah. Let me make you happy. Please."