1. Very Hot at 43


    Date: 6/23/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 46.2, Source: sexstories.com

    I walked into Applebee's in Rockwall to the bar, sitting four stools down from is this very attractive blonde. Paula glanced at me as I stood there, my stance is on the edge of relaxed, With a hint of a natural tension in my wide shoulders. I walked with an air of authority, my tall frame half a head taller than the majority of those in the bar, my hair is cropped close to my head. It is gray, from what she can see in the dimmed lights, then our eyes met, ice against burning coals. My stare is possessive, many have difficulty breaking the gaze. Paula felt her lips quirk upwards, wanting to grin, but she kept herself passive as she looked further into the crowd surrounding the bar. Paula turns in her seat, nursing her wine, she feels me as I approached her from behind and stood behind her bar stool. My large hands resting on the sides of her seat, trapping her somewhat in my arms, I lean over her shoulders as she fought the growing urge to grin. " Are you alone?" was all I said, a deep voice that flowed not only teasingly into her ear and warmed the back of her neck, but pulsated through her back, where my chest hovered. She took her drink and took another sip, suddenly thirsty, she didn't answer me, only waited, sitting patiently. I leaned away from her and took a seat to her left, nudging her knees with mine. My stare is molten, I see in her eyes she is tempted, she has been so bored recently. She licked her lips and looked up at me, staring me straight on, she looks me ...
    over, a small smirk breaking free over her lips, yes, she definitely likes what she saw. " Are you?" She asked issuing her challenge, her defeat, her utter surrender. Paula is 43 never married blonde with a petite slender body, in a strange apartment her back slammed against the wall in the darkness, Her eyes locked on mine as I walk towards her, towering over her. Paula steps backwards, intimidated, but finds herself backed into a wall. My arms come up above her shoulders, leaning against the wall, trapping her, my eyes still keeping her ensnared. I smile warmly at her natural naiveté, as I snake an arm around her shoulder. " You see Paula, even though I'm 12 years older than you, means I like the idea of seeing 'more' of you." Paula recoiled from my touch; her face now upturned and a scared look crossed her. I languorously let my arm fall down behind her back till my right hand nudged the black skirt she wore. " John! I...I...what are you....?" Paula protested, but I raise my left index finger and pressed it to her lips. " Paula," I said using my best man-in-charge voice, " do as I want, as I say, and you'll get a new job. I promise." My hand stroked her small firm ass as I drew her closer. " Okay." " But ...we...I...um, we can't. I don't know...don't wanna..." Paula is now confused, scared, also aware not just of how sexually charged the moment is, but also that I held the cards. " Don't wanna!" doesn't mean anything Paula. Either you play by my rules or you don't play at ...
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