Teresa wakes on a couch covered by a blanket. The room is dark and quiet. She gets up unsteadily and wanders toward a light in another room. It’s a kitchen, where the owner of the house Michael is cooking.
“Hello, sleepy, how do you feel?”
“Horrible,” Teresa says. Her head is clearing though. “What happened? Where is everyone?”
“All gone home. Party’s over!” Michael is all smiles and dressed in a white bath robe. “Are you hungry?”
“My stomach feels horrible.”
“Well, you threw up so I’m not surprised. I think they were spiking your drinks.”
Teresa looks down at herself. There’s dry vomit on her top and in her hair.
“The shower is through there,” Michael says. “When you get undressed, toss your clothes out the door and I’ll put them in the wash. There’s a robe in there for you and a new tooth brush…. Off you go!”
The guy is still smiling, and Teresa tries to smile back but she doesn’t really know what to think. She decides to do as she’s told and finds the bathroom. She keeps her bikini bottoms and puts the rest of her clothes outside the door. Then she showers and brushes her teeth, happy to clean the horrible taste from her mouth. The robe is the same kind as the one Michael is wearing – really soft and comfortable. He’s serving dinner outside on a balcony overlooking the beach when Teresa comes out.
“Are you hungry?” he asks, pulling her chair.
“I am actually. I haven’t eaten much today.”
“This will make you feel better,” he says, and he serves a lovely pasta and salad.
Michael is so attentive and nice. He just wants to chat about what they can see up and down the coast – the landmarks and buildings. There’s nothing of what had happened that day with the stupid boys fighting or with Teresa getting so drunk and passing out. The older man is polite and very interested in anything Teresa has to say, which makes her feel his equal in maturity. She thinks of his wife quite a few times throughout dinner but decides not to mention her, as he doesn’t.
After clearing away the meal and tidying the kitchen together, they stroll back to the balcony, and Michael stands just behind Teresa as she looks out at the moonlit waves rolling ashore. His body is lightly touching hers, and his deep mellow voice is right there at her ear. “You know, I should confess there’s a security camera in my office downstairs. I was actually watching the whole time you were in there with that young guy.”
Teresa blushes as she looks back over her shoulder. “Were you?”
“Yes, but to be totally honest I’ve been watching you all weekend. There are cameras everywhere, and whenever I was down there I was always looking for you.” The older man places his hand on Teresa’s hip and leans closer. “You’re very beautiful.”
Teresa’s heart is suddenly thumping. “But there were lots of girls at the party.”
“Really? I didn’t notice,” Michael goes on smoothly. And that time he touches Teresa’s hair, moving it back from her neck and leaning in to press his lips to her skin. “So, do you mind that I was watching you and Adrian in my office? What you were doing for him was rather exciting. I could almost feel it.”
“It was the first time I’ve done that,” Teresa utters. The soft kisses are giving her the nicest kind of goose bumps.
“Did you enjoy it?” the guy asks. The hand upon her hip moves to her belly, and he’s pressing against her from behind. She can feel his erection.
“Yes, I enjoyed it,” Teresa says. “It felt nice…. It tasted a bit yucky when he was finishing, but I didn’t mind that.”
Teresa is suddenly lifted and carried back inside. She places her arms around Michael’s neck and closes her eyes as he kisses her lips. She’s carried past the open door of the master bedroom and along a hallway to what must be a guest room, she imagines.
“You know – oral sex goes both ways,” Michael says as he stands by the bed still holding Teresa in his arms.
“I know,” Teresa answers, blushing. “Well, I sort of know.”
Teresa is placed down with her head resting on the pillows. The older man lies beside her. “Has a guy ever done it for you before?”
Teresa shakes her head. Michael kisses her again, and she isn’t sure what to do with her hands so she sort of clings to the bedspread. The tie around her waist is then pulled and her robe is opened, her breath catching as her breasts are bared.
“You should make it a rule with these boys…. They’re going to want it all the time, but you’ve got to learn to say – me first!”
Michael sucks on one of Teresa’s nipples and she squirms up against him, pressing her boob into his mouth. His hands are inside the robe, raking down her back and holding her up while he softly kisses and massages with his tongue. He does that with one nipple until she’s just about panting, then he moves to the other and sucks it hard, making Teresa moan and grab hold of his head. He then rolls over on top of her, and when he kisses his way down her belly she thinks about parting her legs but they’re already spread wide. He’s at the top of her bikini pants and kissing and sucking her skin while he pulls at the edges of them. He tugs them down, and Teresa closes her legs so he can get them off. He removes them from her ankles then presses against each of her inner thighs, and she braces as he spreads her and opens his mouth over her pussy.
“Oh my god!” she utters as a wave of warm tingly thrills swarm all over her body, and she lies there with her eyes wide and fixed upon the ceiling as the man nuzzles and licks inside of her.
Michael uses his thumbs to hold the young party girl’s pussy lips open, and he sucks on her pink flesh and works his tongue up over her clit. He can taste her sweet juices. He laps them up then sucks on her little clit while she squirms and grinds against his mouth.
He smiles to himself as he looks up and sees how she’s now clinging to the bed head and arching her body up off the bed. He can see her tits shuddering, and she’s moaning and panting away. He keeps sucking on her clit and massaging it with his tongue while he unties his robe and opens it. He’s fully erect of course. He wants to be inside her when she climaxes.
Teresa falls to the bed when the man kisses back up over her belly. She’s on the edge of one of her orgasms, and she’s in the middle of panting, “Don’t stop,” when suddenly she feels his penis slide right on in. Then she just clings to the guy as he starts thrusting.
Teresa is wide eyed and staring at the ceiling again, her chin resting upon a powerful shoulder. The shock of being penetrated has doused her little orgasm, but the feel of the man inside of her and the way he’s grinding lewdly when he’s all the way in soon ignites things again. And this time it isn’t just her pussy that’s tingling, the thrill is centred deeper where she can feel excitement building in her belly.
She starts grinding back against the guy. When she’s being split wide and can feel him pressing against her clit, she arches up and rubs herself over the base of his penis. It feels so nice like that, and it makes him go sort of crazy, pounding her hard and fast. She’s bracing up off the bed and holding herself spread for him when suddenly the feeling in her belly contracts into a ball of pure ecstasy and explodes, ripping through her entire body like nothing she has ever imagined.
The older man holds firm with his penis fully inserted. Teresa squirms on it while her orgasm thumps through her. She’s so wet and open, and as the convulsions gripping her belly ebb away she feels the guy begin to move again. He’s supporting himself above her with the muscles in his arms and shoulders pumped up and rippling. He’s moving his lower body, rolling his pelvis. “Just hold still for me now,” he breathes into her hair, and Teresa understands he’s about to ejaculate in her.
The guy’s in full control, and she just relaxes into the movement of his body. His action is different now. He’s all the way up her and fucking her with short thrusts, just grinding his dick inside of her – deep inside. He starts puffing and grunting, his body tense and virtually quivering. He jams in hard and expels a groan, and Teresa clings to him and bites down on her lip while his penis throbs. She then waits staring up at the gilded light fitting while the older man begins moving inside of her again. She isn’t sure what’s going to happen next or what she should do. His penis is still quite firm, but he suddenly lifts his upper body and kisses her. “Are you thirsty?”
“Yes – a bit.”
“Ice water okay?”
“That would be nice,” Teresa says.
Michael lifts from her with his dick slipping out, and she closes her legs and sits up.
“Come back out to the balcony,” he says as he leaves the room.
Teresa searches for her bikini pants and pulls them on. Her legs are a bit rubbery. She feels her pussy and finds it to be sopping and really slippery, and she blushes to herself at the thought that it’s from the older man’s semen as she ties the robe into place and walks back down the hall. She stops and pokes her head into the master bedroom. It’s huge and absolutely gorgeous, and the thought of becoming the guy’s new wife flashes through her mind for a second before she hurries on out to the balcony.
Michael hands her a glass of water then sits down. She sips it and remains standing by the rail. “Beautiful night, isn’t it?” he says, resting back and relaxing in the cool ocean breeze. He looks at his watch but doesn’t say anything. It’s after one in the morning. “Do you want to sit down?” he asks.
Teresa shakes her head. “No thanks. I’m fine.”
Michael stands and approaches behind her, smoothing hair from her neck. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m okay. I probably should be going soon. They must be wondering where I am.”
“Yeah, I guess. Although you could stay here tonight,” he offers, kissing her softly.
His hand moves to her belly and he holds her close, his penis again firm against her.
“I probably should go. I have to be at the train station in the morning,” Teresa says.
“Well, okay, but you really are beautiful,” the older man whispers, and he lifts her chin and kisses her lips. “You were really beautiful just now,” he adds, making Teresa blush again.
“Thanks…. I didn’t know we were going to do that.”
Michael chuckles. “Yeah, but it was nice – right?”
He kisses her more deeply, and she relaxes into him. His erection is prominent against her belly, and she thinks he’s going to want her again but he steps back and grins. “Yeah it is getting late, and I really should make a call before I get into trouble too.”
Teresa understands he’s talking about calling his wife, and that’s her signal to get out of there. She finds her clothes in the laundry downstairs, clean and dry. She dresses with the guy watching. He follows to his front door but doesn’t say anything more, and she walks down his driveway peering back over her shoulder until the door closes…..