Very Hot at 43

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 all!” At which point as I mumbled this into her right ear I lean in and kiss her cheek, my hand on her butt sliding along the fabric-covered cleft of her crack. ” Mmmm…you feel great baby.” I can’t help myself…my brain is now controlled by my dick, and the touch of this 43 year old woman is giving me a hard on that would cut diamonds. ” But…John.” Paula’s protests grew stronger, and a hand balled into a fist punches at my chest. ” Stop please! I can’t do this!”

” Too late Paula,” I drooled as I put both my hands around her tight backside lifting her towards me, rubbing my penis throw my suit pants against her belly ” what I want is what I get. Or Paula goes home…” My throaty voice is muffled by Paula’s mouth as I clamp my lips on hers and kiss her. Greedily and with a force that surprises her.
” uhhh…John….” Paula’s plea is lost as I latch onto her mouth and hungrily kiss her. I feel the globes of her tits squish against my chest, her silky blouse rubbing against my chest as I hold Paula tight in an intensely erotic grasp. Her legs kicking futilely as I keep her pinioned against me, my right hand now sliding down between the waist band of her skirt and her back. I didn’t care about her resistance, I wanted to fuck this 43 year old tease so bad damn the consequences. ” God…wanted you so bad when I walked into the restaurant Paula,” I breathed as I briefly stop kissing her ” feel how rock hard you’ve made my prick.” Paula twisted and squealed a little cry as I push against her, again and again. Her eyes are darting round the room and her fist keeps smacking against my chest. But I’m too horny to pay that much attention. My only concern is getting this teasing blonde out of her skirt and blouse, then doing what I want with her naked, vulnerable body.”

Paula sobbing, ” oh please…please John…stop please.” as she begged I keep her clasped tightly. Then as she tries to kick me and squirm free, my hand finally dove deep between her skirt and her panties from behind, invading her ass crack with my fingers. ” Oh no!” Paula’s cry is matched with a shudder, as I dig deeper, guiding a finger between her wriggling cheeks, trying to find her pussy lips. Like a cruel joke, she tries to escape my hand by shifting, violating her till, with another sob and my gasp of success, I wedged a digit into her dry vulva.
” Shit yes….gotta finger your clitty Paula,” I babbled as I start to rub and finger her cunt lips. Tears streaming down Paula’s face as I assault her pussy lips, but her flailing legs are now immobilized. I took the opportunity to slowly push and pull her with me to the edge of my sofa as I masturbated her labia.
” John….I don’t…uh…don’t like this. Ow…no…no!” ” Be quiet and do as I say or I’ll make damn fucking sure your job and career disappears.” With this cruel observation I use my left hand to tug down her skirt, exposing her bare thighs and curled up panties as I keep fingering her. ” Rub my cock or something worse is gonna happen.”
Paula stares at me with a look mixed with hate, fear, sadness and something else…something distant, as her fist that had been hitting me uncurls. Tentatively, with tears streaming down her cheeks, she tries to put her fingers down my pants. ” Stop teasing…get with it!” At my command she reaches in and found my 9 inches of hard cock. ” Rub it Paula.”

” I don’t…ah, like touching…this.” Paula whimpers. Still her fingers flex round my shaft and as we stood there, stomach-to-stomach, her small hand pulling at my prick as my fingers piston into the nub of her clit. With each thrust of her hand my cock shook, and her mouth let out soft ‘Oh’s, tinged with pain, surprise and a little pleasure. When Paula grasped the shaft of my erect prick I feel a shock of sexual electricity burrow deep into my groin, and my balls tighten involuntarily. I’ve been masturbated, touched, caressed and sucked by plenty of women. From my earliest hand job, to the infrequent tugs my ex-wife Mina gave me when she was too tired to fuck, I can say none thrilled me as Paula’s efforts right now did. Her hand held me as if it is wrapped round a snake’s head; too scared to do anything to aggravate it, but even more scared to let it go. I look down into the wet pools of her blue eyes and whisper; ” You even had a man’s penis in your hand Paula?” ” Y-yes…yes.” She stammers, going beet red as she shifted against my fingers between her labial lips.