A Lusty Old Man Fetish Tempts the Night
It was a typical evening in the city and the night was young. I was in the mood to explore some of the more unusual fantasies that had been on my mind lately. As I gazed around the dark and seedy clubs, my eyes came to rest on a salacious man sitting in the corner. He was an older man, probably in his sixties, but he had an air of sophistication about him that made him stand out from the rest. His clothing was tailored and it was obvious that he took great pride in his appearance. I could tell he was aware of my eyes on him from across the room and he gave me a sly and knowing smile.
I was instantly intrigued by this mysterious old man and before I knew it, I found myself walking across the room to join him. His eyes lit up as I drew near, as if he had been expecting me to approach him. I sat down beside him and without a word, he reached out and touched my cheek, sending a shiver of pleasure up my spine. I automatically leaned into his touch and soon found myself completely entranced by this mysterious old man.
We talked all night, discussing everything from our favorite books to our most illicit fantasies. I confessed to him my newfound fetish for old men, and he simply nodded and said, ‘I understand.’ Something about his response made me want to explore this new found craving, and so I asked him if he wanted to take things further. He shook his head, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. ‘Let me take you home’ he said after a pause.
I was eager to go with him and so I followed him out into the night. His car was parked nearby and soon we were speeding through the city streets. We arrived at his house and he invited me inside. His home was cozy and inviting and my heart began to race as he showed me around. We made our way to his bedroom, and before I knew it he was pushing me down onto the bed and climbing on top of me. His hands moved expertly over my body, exploring every inch and eliciting moans of pleasure from deep in my throat.
I felt my panties becoming damp as his fingers worked their magic, teasing and tantalizing me until I was completely under his spell. His teeth grazed my neck and his lips explored every curve of my body, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through me. I felt myself succumbing to his desires and soon found myself in the throes of passion like never before.
The old man took my breath away as he explored every inch of my body with expert skill. He kissed me hungrily and I responded in kind, letting my lips move with his in a passionate dance. His hands moved lower, slipping beneath my panties and exploring my most intimate areas. I felt my body quivering with anticipation as he touched me in all the right places.
He pulled away and I caught my breath before he moved to lay me down on the bed. His body pressed against mine, his mouth finding mine once more in a deep kiss that sent shivers through me. His hands reached around my hips, pulling me closer as he entered me with a slow and gentle thrust. I gasped in pleasure as his manhood filled me, each stroke pushing me closer to the brink of ecstasy.
He moved expertly, his rhythm increasing as my pleasure built. His mouth sought mine again, our tongues intertwining in a passionate embrace as our bodies moved together in perfect harmony. I felt myself reaching the peak of pleasure and then my whole body trembled with delight as my orgasm washed over me.
When it was over, we lay in each other’s arms for a long time, savoring the afterglow of our passionate encounter. We talked for hours, discussing our hopes and dreams before finally saying our goodbyes. As I stepped out into the cool night air, I knew that I had found what I had been searching for. I had found an old man fetish that I never knew I had and I was eternally grateful for the chance to experience it.
