AUTHOR = Paula
E-MAIL = withheld
Mitzi was attending her best friend's wedding reception. They had graduated from college some 4 years ago but had kept in touch by phone and a few weekend visits during the holidays. Now Jane was getting married.
The band at the reception was a good one. The beer and mixed drinks flowed easily. The party was really heating up and folks were having a real celebration. A young man came over to Mitzi's table and asked her to dance. At first she thought to refuse. He was one of Jane's brother's college friends.
"Are you sure you want to dance with one of the old folks?" Mitzi asked with a smile on her lips.
"Sure I'll chance it, if you think you can keep up with a tight end," he responded.
"Well, I will have to know your name. I never dance with a stranger," Mitzi teased.
"What if I lie and tell you the wrong name?" he teased.
"You have an honest face and would not lie to your elders," Mitzi said lightly.
"You should never trust a college football player. Come on let's dance."
He pulled her quickly to her feet and led her to the dance floor. He then proceeded to hold her close and dance smoothly around the floor.
"Well, I just broke one of my rules," Mitzi said as she followed him around the floor.
He was an excellent dancer she thought. Probably a good tight end too. On the second dance she found that his name was Jim. Though he teased her and told her he had lots of names like Tom, Dick, and Harry.
On the third song he held her close and whispered in her ear that he liked her perfume. Mitzi could smell him as well. The scent of aftershave and a heady male odor were really a turn-on for her. As she danced close to him she felt his manhood begin to harden. Again, she sought to stop this exercise in flirting by trying to move away from him. But he would have none of it, and held her close the entire dance.
As the reception began to close with the cutting of the cake and the final dance, Jim held her hand as they made their way to see the bridal couple off amid a shower of rice and a wave goodbye. Mitzi made to turn back to the dance floor and retrieve her purse. She had thought to go to her motel room. Her plan was to stay the night and return home the next day. Home was about a hundred miles downstate.
Jim quickly caught up with her and said, "Let me escort you to your room. That way you will be safe and we can enjoy each other's company."
Mitzi looked around quickly to see if anyone noticed. No one seemed to be aware of them so she said shyly, "Ok."
They walked slowly to her room. He took her key from her hand and opened the door. Mitzi stepped into the room, intending to turn around and say good bye to Jim. Maybe, even a light kiss goodnight. But Jim surprised her by stepping into the room as well.
"We make a good couple, don't you think?" Jim whispered.
"This would not work, Jim, because of our age difference," Mitzi said with a sigh.
Without another word Jim kissed her softly with lots of lip and head movement. Mitzi was stunned and responded to the kiss.
Jim broke the kiss and before Mitzi could say another word, he commanded softly, "This time soft and open."
Much to her surprise Mitzi did as directed. As they kissed by the closed door of the room, Jim slid his hand up her ribcage and gently cupped her right breast.
"Jim, we mustn't. This is not right."
Jim kissed her again and this time Mitzi responded fully. Her resistance weakened and she knew that she was very wet.
Jim shed his suit jacket and worked to unbutton Mitzi's white blouse. He quickly unsnapped her bra in the back and reached to stroke her breast.
"I've been wanting to do this all evening," he whispered.
Mitzi moaned and thought now was the time to stop him. She hesitated and that was all the time Jim needed to unzip her skirt. The skirt slid over her hips and to the floor with a gentle sigh.
Jim lifted her and carried her over to the bed. Mitzi marveled at the feel of his muscular arms around her. She did not resist. Jim quickly undressed. In his hurry he forgot to remove his socks but who cared.
He kissed her again and began to stroke her moist pussy. She moaned softly and allowed him to find her clit. The feelings were exquisite. Jim kissed her nipples which by this time were hard as pebbles. He mounted her and entered her moist pussy quickly. In the space of seconds Jim reached a climax. To Mitzi this was disappointing because she was not really satisfied. Much to her surprise, however, Jim's manhood remained erect and he stayed inside of her. She suddenly realised that young men were more virile that older ones and could remain erect longer.
"Mitzi, I am sorry. I was very greedy and could not hold off. But this time will be better."
Jim began to move slowly, thrusting into the wet and moist pussy. He whispered to her that this was going to be a slow fuck and she would like it so much. Mitzi was not used to hearing dirty talk, but from him it was a turn-on. He really seemed to like her body and most of all her moist pussy.
Mitzi began to feel a pressure. Her mind became fuzzy and her tummy felt a delicious warm liquid-like feeling spreading from her sex up through her whole body. Her skin became very sensitive to his touch, her breasts seemed to get heavy and her nipples were very hard. She began her climax and, as she went over the edge, her legs wrapped around Jim. Her moans were ecstatic and she arched her back to receive all of his manhood.
As Jim rolled off of her he whispered, "You are some piece of tail. I want to see more of you. I have your telephone and place of employment. I'll call you. All I ask is that you receive me like you did tonight."
With that statement he got up, dressed and left the room quietly. Mitzi was still in the afterglow of a good night of sex.
She sure hoped he would call soon...
THE END
