walked over to the sofa and sat down. Mr. Robinson picked up the glasses again and handed the wine to the college girl. “Cheers,” he said as he touched his glass to Helens’. “Here’s to an enjoyable evening.”
Enjoyment was the last thing on Helen’s mind, although the nerves churning inside were still tinged with a hint of excitement at what she was doing. She gulped down half the wine in one go and put the glass back down. “So are you in town on business?” she asked.
“Yup,” the older man answered. “I arrived this morning and will be leaving again tomorrow night.”
“Are you in town often?” she went on.
“A couple of times a month,” Mr. Robinson replied. He took a sip of his whisky and moved closer so that he could press his thigh against hers. It looked like he didn’t want to waste any time on small talk and as he closed in on her, Helen’s first instinct was to move away, but she controlled her nerves and held her leg in place.
“You’re a pretty girl,” Mr. Robinson said. “What age are you?”
“I’ll be twenty in a couple of months,” she replied.
“So still a teenager then,” the older man said and Helen heard the slight tone of excitement that crept into his voice. She decided to play along.
“Yup, still a teenager,” she said and shuddered as the hand reached out to rest on her knee. The older man massaged the skin, his hand slowly sliding higher.
“So…,’ he said. “Maybe we should move to the comfort of the bed.”
Shit, thought Helen, here we go. “Sure,” she replied. “If that’s what you want.”
“Oh…, there’s a lot I want,” he went on and Helen shuddered again at the words. She stood and immediately felt the hand caress onto her butt. Again her first instinct was to pull away, but she held steady and let the man fondle her. He finally stood and grabbing her wrist pulled her over to the bed. He sat down, but made Helen stand in front of him. She could see the desire lighting up in his eyes as his hands reached for her hips. “Maybe you could show me what’s below the skirt and blouse,” he said.
Helen took a step back and slowly undid the buttons of her blouse from top to bottom. She shrugged it from her shoulders to reveal the lacy bra below and saw Mr. Robinson nod his head. He was muttering under his breath, but Helen couldn’t hear what he was saying. She dropped her hands to the fastenings of her skirt and released them, letting it slide down her legs to the floor. She thought her nerves would kick in like never before as she stripped to her panties, but the thrill of the moment brought her excitement to the fore. She stepped forward again and this time felt Mr. Robinson’s hands settle onto the naked skin of her hips. His fingers caressed gently as he looked up and down her body and she knew that the lacy material of the bra and panties revealed a hint of the delights hidden below.
Mr. Robinson pulled Helen to sit in his lap and it was instantly obvious how turned on he was. The hardness pressing against her ass was testament to that and she wriggled around as a hand stroked between her thighs and touched onto the front of her panties. Her movement was obviously getting to the older man more as she could hear the slight gasps escaping his lips. She closed her eyes as the fingers stroked along her pussy lips, the sensation bringing out an excitement that made her wet.
“Oh yes,” Mr. Robinson said quietly as he felt the wetness smearing onto his fingers. He pushed harder at the pussy lips, trying to open them up through the thin material and Helen could feel the cock throbbing against her ass. The older man finally made her stand again and when he got up, his erection was all too obvious as it pushed out the front of his pants. He moved across to a bag at the side of the bed and leaned down to pick something out, only revealing it when he was standing beside Helen
Enjoyment was the last thing on Helen’s mind, although the nerves churning inside were still tinged with a hint of excitement at what she was doing. She gulped down half the wine in one go and put the glass back down. “So are you in town on business?” she asked.
“Yup,” the older man answered. “I arrived this morning and will be leaving again tomorrow night.”
“Are you in town often?” she went on.
“A couple of times a month,” Mr. Robinson replied. He took a sip of his whisky and moved closer so that he could press his thigh against hers. It looked like he didn’t want to waste any time on small talk and as he closed in on her, Helen’s first instinct was to move away, but she controlled her nerves and held her leg in place.
“You’re a pretty girl,” Mr. Robinson said. “What age are you?”
“I’ll be twenty in a couple of months,” she replied.
“So still a teenager then,” the older man said and Helen heard the slight tone of excitement that crept into his voice. She decided to play along.
“Yup, still a teenager,” she said and shuddered as the hand reached out to rest on her knee. The older man massaged the skin, his hand slowly sliding higher.
“So…,’ he said. “Maybe we should move to the comfort of the bed.”
Shit, thought Helen, here we go. “Sure,” she replied. “If that’s what you want.”
“Oh…, there’s a lot I want,” he went on and Helen shuddered again at the words. She stood and immediately felt the hand caress onto her butt. Again her first instinct was to pull away, but she held steady and let the man fondle her. He finally stood and grabbing her wrist pulled her over to the bed. He sat down, but made Helen stand in front of him. She could see the desire lighting up in his eyes as his hands reached for her hips. “Maybe you could show me what’s below the skirt and blouse,” he said.
Helen took a step back and slowly undid the buttons of her blouse from top to bottom. She shrugged it from her shoulders to reveal the lacy bra below and saw Mr. Robinson nod his head. He was muttering under his breath, but Helen couldn’t hear what he was saying. She dropped her hands to the fastenings of her skirt and released them, letting it slide down her legs to the floor. She thought her nerves would kick in like never before as she stripped to her panties, but the thrill of the moment brought her excitement to the fore. She stepped forward again and this time felt Mr. Robinson’s hands settle onto the naked skin of her hips. His fingers caressed gently as he looked up and down her body and she knew that the lacy material of the bra and panties revealed a hint of the delights hidden below.
Mr. Robinson pulled Helen to sit in his lap and it was instantly obvious how turned on he was. The hardness pressing against her ass was testament to that and she wriggled around as a hand stroked between her thighs and touched onto the front of her panties. Her movement was obviously getting to the older man more as she could hear the slight gasps escaping his lips. She closed her eyes as the fingers stroked along her pussy lips, the sensation bringing out an excitement that made her wet.
“Oh yes,” Mr. Robinson said quietly as he felt the wetness smearing onto his fingers. He pushed harder at the pussy lips, trying to open them up through the thin material and Helen could feel the cock throbbing against her ass. The older man finally made her stand again and when he got up, his erection was all too obvious as it pushed out the front of his pants. He moved across to a bag at the side of the bed and leaned down to pick something out, only revealing it when he was standing beside Helen
Similar Books
Worldly Philosopher: The Odyssey of Albert O. Hirschman
Jeremy Adelman
When Bruce Met Cyn
Lori Foster
Barrington Street Blues
Anne Emery
Gifted Curse (Curse Trilogy)
C.M. Owens
The Fellowship for Alien Detection
Kevin Emerson
Ride 'Em (A Giddyup Novel)
Delphine Dryden
Dane's Restraint
J.J. Ranger
Four Weeks
Melissa Ford
Dead of Night (Ghosts & Magic #1)
M.R. Forbes
