My bodyguard (part 2)

Since we exchanged numbers, he texts me every single day. Sometimes just about everyday life, sometimes just a message of light flirt, and sometimes he is so seductive with his words, that my panties get wet.

In his first message he wrote that he wished he'd dared to whisper something in my ear, at our goodbye the day before.

He's a regurlar gym goer. And he stopped by to say hi the next day. Our welcome kiss was so...pretencious. Two kisses on each cheek, or so it seemed to my coworker, who got back from vacation. But those kisses were actually so so close to the edge of our lips. He leaned down to me, slowly, smiling and looking in my eyes as he's mouth barely brushed mine.

He continued a light chat, and left me with a stroke on my shoulder and a promise to come and get me after work for an energy drink.

And there he was after work...
We rode out to a less busy neighbourhood and nestled ourselves on the back seat of his car. Windows perfectly tinted black for tuning...and our privacy.

I took my shoes off and sat comfy on the seat with knee high socks. He complimented my looks. And touched my feet to grab them, and put them across his lap, after all we sat next to each other in the rear.

Thank god the airco was on, such heat rushed all over me. And the situation was not at all clumsy, rather exciting in a colege teen way. Hiding in daddy's car.

We drak our sodas and chatted. He showered me with compliments, and swept me off my feet again.
He's voice so familiar and so manly, but calming.

In a moments silence I realised my hand just automaticaly moved and touched his arm. So muscular, and skin so sunkissed. Finally I could compliment him too. Shyly I mumbled something about him being so fit, but probably my eyes said more.

I just couldnt take my eyes off him. He sat there with my favourite drink can in his hand, again and object too small for his huge build.
He had an orange t-shirt on, with a date, 1992, and some other fashion text. I told him I was 2 at the time...

This is when we figured out that there was 24 years in between us...and that his oldest son was..well, a year even older than me.

But the atmosphere didn't change in the car. My legs cramped so I switched to another position, kneeling like. And as I was adjusting he just drew me to his chest for a hug. I looked up in his eyes and he apologised. At first I didn't get it. Then I...felt it!

He had grey gym shorts on. And aparenty nothing under that, as he hugged me, I stumbled in his lap, my hand landed next to his hard manhood.

He said, he just can't help it, but asked me to just ignore it. And drew in for a tighter hug.

At that time I was so ready for him, almost lost my self control! But I just loked up to his softly smiling green eyes. And he cupped my jaw gently and drew my face closer to his lips...slowly, to give me my last piece of freedom to object against him, before he got me under his spell...

And I gave in. Our lips softly touching az first. The plush of the car seat rubbing against my knees above my socks. I steadied myself with my hands on his wide chest and tilted my head to recieve his tongue in my hot mouth.

I was lost and doomed. He kissed me as I have only been kissed once in my life before. My fist kiss ever was the most perfect, up until this point.

After our lips stopped playing, I just looked at him. Taking in every little wrinkle on his charming face.
I felt so safe with him. I couldn't help it, my hand brushed against the bulge on his shorts.

The soft feeling of the fabric and the hardness underneath clicked something deep inside me. It all felt so natural...as if we had already done this before.

I got his erect member out of his pants in a haze, to stare at it grow even more in my hand. He's a giant, a perfect statue, and his cock is equally beautiful. So perfect, erect high in a slight angle back to his stomache. I instantly thought of candle arms of ancient roman brothels.

He stroked my neck with both hands and gathered my hair to a bun. I felt him gently pressing my head down towards his perfect walley...

It crossed my mind, what could he think of me. Just giving in at first meet, but all felt so natural and my mind was clouded by his perfectness.

My lips kissed his cock. Skin so soft on the hard member...i took him in my mouth and heard him moan up for the first time.

I licked and kissed and sucked, enjoying every inch of the flesh candy that is now all mine to play with. He stroked my hair, my arching back, reaching under my skirt to explore.

And soon, soo soon i felt his grip tighten on my hair, pulling my head up and away from himself.

His cock, pulsating and throbbing, shining from my saliva, almost exploding. He whispered in my ear that he doesn't want to go in my mouth if I didn't wanted to. Told me how hard can he restrain himself from not throwing me over and fucking me right there and then.

He hazily swispered that he wants to have me for the first time somewhere where I deserve to be taken, not on the seat of a car. That I'm taking his mind away.

Words of passion, praise and soft moans, he explained that he fantasized of this from the moment we met.

At this point I wanted to make him happy, almost to serve him anything he wished for. So I smiled and whispered back in his ear:

I want to taste your warm milk...Please, make me happy and explode in my mouth, I want to have every drop of you...

I saw his baffled expression with half eye, since I was already bending back to tend his cock.

I just made a few deep bows and he came...his voice softly filling my ears, his moan of pleasure.

Yes, yes my perfect statue, my mouth is filled with your warm pleasure. Sweet as nothing I've tasted before.
And look not a drop went to waste, I was a good girl and swallowed it all...

I rested my head in his lap, and looked up at him. He bendt down to kiss me, thrusthing his tongue through my barricade of teeth. Oh, god, he didn't mind kissing me after I swallowed his juice. I felt so accepted...

He stroked my face, my hair for a long time. We talked and talked, before I had to leave for home. He promised to meet me soon next time, to take care of my pleasure, because he feels guilty of not putting me first.

I had a wonderful time. So full of energy I went home, and in the following days, continued texting.

And he asked to see me again. We'd meet in a few days...