"Not the Spring Break She Expected" (closed)

[TheNextNewGuy]

"Not the Spring Break She Expected"

(closed to a female writer who gets permission to post. PM me.)​

Frank Howard stood in the floor-to-ceiling windows of his cliff side home, staring down at the beach below. It was spring break, yet the sands were devoid of people. Forecasts of a potential hurricane-force storm had frightened away anyone able to change their plans. And those who had come to the local motels and hotels were spending their money at the inland activities.

The storm had both changed directions and reduced in intensity. But by the time that news got out, it was too late for the potential beach goers to change their plans yet again.

Frank filled a thermos with flavored coffee. One jacket pocket was filled with treats for himself and the other with treats for Skipper, his six month old Labrador. Ten minutes later, they were stepping off the wooden stair case that connected the top of the cliff to the beach.

No sooner had they sunk their shoes and paws into the soft sand did Skipper suddenly sprint off along the edge of the cliffs. Frank called for the Lab, but the dog was gone. Frank just shook his head and leisurely started off after his four footed friend.

He was surprised when he came around a huge boulder and found Skipper happily enjoying a young woman. She was bundled up in a warm coat and hat, so Frank couldn't see her well. When he did, he was taken aback. She was younger than he'd expected and beautiful ... and Frank was quickly filled with inappropriate, lustful thoughts.

He walked over toward her, maintaining an appropriate distance as he said, "His name is Skipper."

 

[cbelle02]

Mila Whitley walked along the cliffs, hands in the pockets of her jacket. So much for spring break. She'd envisioned this week being one of swimsuits and parties with her friends out in the sun, not a rainy one holed up with her parents at a nearly deserted beach. Her friends and their families had backed out once they'd seen the storms, but her parents insisted on coming. Though the storms weren't as bad as predicted and would be clearing out soon, everyone else had already made other plans.

So here she was, walking alone, in the complete opposite of a swimsuit. The wind whipped her long brown hair, even under the hat she wore. But it was a nice view, despite the lousy weather. She always enjoyed being outside, no matter the conditions. She was lost in thought when she heard panting and footsteps behind her.

Turning, she saw a young Lab running toward her. She grinned and squatted down to pet him. "Hey buddy!" She greeted him, laughing as he licked her hand. "Where did you come from?"

A moment later a man appeared from behind a nearby boulder. She looked up, and stood. The dog jumped, putting his front paws on her knees. She rubbed his head as the man approached. "His name is Skipper." He said with a friendly smile.

"Oh...well hey there Skipper!" She said to the dog. "Nice to meet you. I'm Mila." The dog yipped and ran back to his owner. Mila laughed. "He's adorable." She told the man, getting a good look at him now. He was attractive, though a bit older, slightly rugged. "Playful little pup." She added as Skipper ran between them.

"I'm Mila." She introduced herself again, directed at the man this time. "You spring breaking here too, or do you live around here?"

 

[TheNextNewGuy]

Frank laughed at the idea of being on Spring Break. It wasn't unheard of for people his age to go back to school, of course. But when the Breaks came about, they more often than not had real lifes to return to: careers, businesses, family, or a combination therein.

"House up on the cliff," he answered stepping close enough to offer his hand. "Frank. Frank Howard. Nice to meet you, Mila."

He asked her the expected questions: are you here with family or friends...? staying up at the Driftwood or Windswept...? are you enjoying yourself...? and, of course, is the weather bumming you out? But as they chatted, Frank began to see just how cute and sweet Mila was. And he found himself wanting to ask the most important question a horny old man should ever ask a beautiful, young woman before he tries to get to know her in that way.

"So ...you're a Senior ... eighteen I guess?" he said, casually, trying to conceal the real meaning of the question, Are you legal, or jail bait? He continued, "Are you excited to graduate this summer and head out into the world?"

All Frank really cared to hear from Mila, of course, was Yes, you can fuck me without going to jail. Of course, her being legal didn't mean he was going to get any. After all, they'd only just met, and he twice Mila's age. But as they chatted, it was fun to fantasize. Old Men don't stop dreaming, he reminded himself. They just end up beating off more.

 

[cbelle02]

Mila liked the man. He seemed nice, friendly, interesting. She surmised that he must be about mid to late 30s, so probably at least twice her age. But he didn't seem to be completely out of touch with youth. She liked chatting with him and soon found herself strolling along with him, Skipper running ahead.

"Yeah. I'm a senior, and I'll be 19 in August." She answered him. "I guess I was hoping the last spring break of my high school career would be more exciting." She laughed lightly. "Guess there's always college though. I am looking forward to graduating and enjoying the summer. I'll start college in the fall."

He wasn't being openly forward, or creepy about it, but she did notice Frank giving her a couple of appreciative looks. That he would find her attractive, even in this coat and hat and jeans, gave her ego a little boost. She even found herself glancing down at his hand to see if he wore a wedding band. Not that she thought anything would come of it. He might think she was cute, but why would he be interested in a high school student? What would she have to offer?

"So...what is it that you do?" She asked him.

 

[TheNextNewGuy]

They walked down the beach, moving from the deeper, harder-to-trudge-through dry to the flat, packed, pavement-like wet sand. Frank wore a constant smile of mild enjoyment, thoroughly enjoying the conversation, as well as the fact that he was having it with a young woman that wouldn't draw the pervert police down upon him.

"So...what is it that you do?" Mila asked

"Nothing," he said quickly. He laughed at the expression that filled her face, then explained, "I was a hardware designer once upon a time. I designed and patented this little do-kickey that is now in about ninety percent of the smart phones on the planet."

Skipper suddenly sprinted passed them, heading for what appeared to be the only seagull on the Atlantic Coast not smart enough to have flown inland to get away from the storm.

"I sold the patent for a couple of bucks," Frank continued after the puppy had passed. He raised his hand to cover his mouth and, mocking a cough into his palm said, "Ten million."

He laughed again, a bit embarrassed by what was obviously bragging. He gave Mila a little, playful nudge with his shoulder before continuing, "Nowadays, I walk the beach, collecting sand-worn debris ... got a whole house full of junk, but ... it's pretty, so..."

Skipper ran up to steal Mila's attention for a moment, a smooth piece of wood in his mouth. Once they were alone again, Frank continued, "I volunteer at the Middle School's computer lab Tuesdays and Thursdays ... work the Salvations Army's food kitchen Wednesdays and Sundays..."

He looked to Mila again, smiling with a playfully devilish look in his eyes as he added, "And make inappropriate passes at beautiful young women to young for me on--" He lifted his wrist and feigned looking at the calendar portion of watch there as he finished, "--on Fridays."

Again, Frank gave the cutie a little nudge before gesturing toward yet another cliff climbing wooden staircase at the top of which was a little café popular with ocean watchers. "Let me buy you lunch, Mila. Please. I'm having a great time."

 

[cbelle02]

Mila hoped her mouth hadn't dropped too far open when he mentioned that he was a multi-millionaire. Though he was a bit older than her, to have already been so successful at his age was rare. She would never consider herself a gold-digger but she couldn't deny that she was rather impressed. He seemed so down to earth. His clothes weren't fancy and he wasn't doing the things she'd always imagined really rich people to do. Seemed like he was just enjoying life at this point.

"That's incredible." She breathed.

He continued to describe his daily life. Not only was he successful, but he spent his time helping others too! Mila's impression of the really rich was one of selfishness and greed for even more money. But Frank didn't seem that way at all. If anything, he was just the opposite.

She blushed when he mentioned making passes and young beautiful women. She didn't feel it inappropriate at all. He seemed like the perfect gentleman and she was really enjoying his company. He wasn't one of the creepy ones. She wondered if she'd have felt the same way if he hadn't been so attractive.

At his offer to buy her lunch, she followed his view to the little cafe on the cliff. She knew her family wouldn't be back for several more hours. And she was rather hungry. Why not?

"Ok." She grinned. "Lunch sounds great. Thank you."

With that, Frank led the way up the beach and to the cafe, Skipper yipping along in front of them.

 

[TheNextNewGuy]

The waitress knew Frank and the Labrador well and showed no concern whatsoever to the dog coming into the dining establishment. She didn't know Frank well enough to know his family situation, though, and asked with a bright smile, "And who's eating with you and Skipper today, Frank?"

"Spring break refugee, Marla," he said with a smile, pointing Mila toward the best table in the place as he clarified, "Hurricane Wannabe left her and her family stranded here."

"Disney World's loss is our gain, honey," Marla said to the young beauty, gesturing for her heavy clothes. "Let me hang those for you honey. Hot drinks?"

Frank asked for his regular carafe of dark coffee and waited to Mila's request. He couldn't help but let his gaze fall to her young body as she shed the heavy coat and hat. All his brain could manage was, Oh god, I'm in trouble.

As they headed back to the corner table that looked out upon nearly the entire stretch of beach below, Frank was battling the erection that was threatening to reveal itself. He hadn't expected sexual excitement from a walk on a windy beach, so he was wearing loose fitting boxers. And he knew they would do nothing to conceal the growth of his shaft if he continued to think about Mila as he was. Settle down, he told both brains. She's not interested in an old fart like you, so ... relax.

At their table, Skipper crawled underneath and began gnawing at the soup bone Marla had pulled out even as she saw the dog and his master approaching the establishment. Frank looked out over the ocean horizon.

"I love this place," he said with obvious awe in his voice. "Doesn't matter the weather. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else..." Frank looked back to Mila and, with a touch of flirtation, added, "...and the company only makes it better."



They chatted about this and that and the other thing in between hot drinks, lunch, and too-sweet desserts. Frank's attention, which normally would have been on Mother Nature's beauty behind him, was instead almost constantly on Mila. Occasionally, he realized he was staring -- ogling, leering? -- and forced himself to divert his eyes as to not freak her out. He inquired about Mila more: school, family, friends, whatnot. He simply didn't want the impromptu lunch date to end.

"Would you like to have dinner with me at my place tonight, Mila?" Frank suddenly said out of nowhere. He nodded toward a spot far beyond the glass, toward a bluff half a mile away. "The steel and glass one that looks about ready to fall off the cliff." He looked to the waitress again, then to Mila. "Marla here caters. Well, I mean, she cooks up a full spread -- fantastic meals -- then one of the local boys deliver them ... for all of us locals who don't know how to cook."

He gave Mila a moment to fully realize that a man twice her age -- who she'd know for less than an hour -- had just asked her to come to his place alone. He suspected she would need a cover story for her hours long absence and offered, "The Arts Center across the road there has a movie night every Friday ... in case you need an alibi for your folks."

It was a bold proposal. But Frank had already convinced himself that he had to have some alone time with Mila.

 

[cbelle02]

MIla was enjoying her new found friendship with Frank, but she knew the vibes she was feeling weren't strictly friendship ones. She liked Frank. But she knew he was older and more experienced so what could she have to offer him? She decided not to worry too much about it and just enjoy his company.

Lunch was amazing. She really liked the atmosphere of the place and the views. The food was delicious and the conversation was equally as interesting. Under the coat, she was wearing a simple t-shirt, but it was a snug fit and she could tell that Frank was checking her out several times. It made her feel attractive and wanted. And sent a little pulse between her legs.

Time flew by. Before she knew it, Frank was inviting her to dinner. At his house. She bit her lip. As much as she liked him, and felt comfortable around him, she could never be sure things wouldn't change if they were alone together. In his house. But she wanted to. She really wanted to. The idea thrilled her. And she knew she would have, if her parents hadn't already obligated her to dinner plans.

"I really wish I could, Frank." She said, adding a little pout for emphasis. "But I have to do dinner with my parents. And it's not something I could easily get out of." She hesitated for a moment. "Why don't I give you my number, though? I'm here for several days, maybe we can hang out again before I leave."

She wrote her number down on a napkin and pushed it across the table to him. "You can send me a text if you want so I'll have yours too."

 

[TheNextNewGuy]

Frank was, of course, disappointed. But, he wasn't surprised either. He suspected -- incorrectly, as it would turn out -- that Mila was only making an excuse. He had, after all, sort of blind sided her with such a forward invitation.

"Hang out, huh?" he said, smirking. Some phrases never died, and many that did only resurfaced a generation or two later. Frank could remember hanging out with his friends before Mila was even born. "I'd like that."

He didn't know where to take the conversation after this, so he made up a story about having to make a conference call back at his place. He got a literal doggy bag for Skipper's gnawed bone, left a fifty on the table to cover the hot drinks, lunch dessert, and tip, and offered a hand to Mila after he himself had stood. It was the first time he's touched the girl's flesh, and -- now, after having been in out of the cold wind -- she was warm and soft in Frank's hand. He held it a moment longer than he should have, before gesturing her toward the door.

Marla was waiting at the front counter with their coats and hats, and after they were both bundled and ready to head out, Frank hesitated. He glanced out across the street toward the two motels, wondering whether or not her parents would be sitting there in the warmth of their room, looking out, and spotting their daughter with some old gray haired dinosaur.

"I left my cell phone in the booth," he lied. He again took one of the young woman's hands and squeezed it, saying, "I very much enjoyed the afternoon, Mila. I hope we do get together again ... to hang out."

He wasn't sure whether or not he should do it, but Frank leaned over and kissed the pretty thing on the cheek. It was innocent enough, yet could have been taken as a first step toward greater intimacy. They concluded their farewells, and Frank returned to the booth. He watched Mila head away, pretending to search the booth at the same time, just in case she turned to see if he was really searching for something.

When she was finally away, he dropped into the booth for a moment. He had to: his cock was stiff, and he really didn't want Marla seeing the bulge. The waitress hadn't cleared the table yet, so Frank poured another cup of coffee and hung out, waiting for his penis to return to an unexcited condition. It took half an hour. Frank couldn't help it. Every time he got ready to stand up and leave, he imagined Mila naked atop another piece of his beach house's furniture as they fucked or sucked with wild abandon.



Finally at home, he was able to send a text message, unconcerned about whether or not thinking of its intended recipient would cause him to develop a woody. He hesitated after he'd begun typing, wondering What do you say to a beautiful woman half your age that you want to fuck so badly. 'Hey, how ya doin'?

Frank worried about whether Mila's phone might be sitting about the motel room and her parents or perhaps a nosy sibling might see the text first. But despite his age, he thought himself pretty savvy about kids and their electronics. He was, after all, a hardware designer.

He finally decided it was best to be bold. After all, he might not ever see Mila again. If he was too forward, she simply wouldn't respond. Or she would make an excuse, like he was sure she already had to escape after his dinner invitation. However, if he was too timid she might think him not worth it. Kids these days were so much more grown up by the time they reached Mila's age. For all Frank knew, holding back might make her think he was an old fuddy duddy. He typed, edited, reedited, and finally sent:

I very much enjoyed our afternoon together, Mila.
And I very much hope that we get a chance
to spend some more time together.
I would very much like to be part of making
this Spring Break one you won't soon forget.​

 

[cbelle02]

Mila wished she didn't have to turn down Frank's invitation, but she had a feeling she'd be seeing more of him before her trip was over. More, huh? How much more? She pushed that thought aside. When Frank stood and offered her his hand, she took it. His bigger one engulfed hers and the touch of flesh on flesh, as innocent as it was, sent a shiver through her. He finally released her and walked her to the door, but didn't see her out. Instead, he gave her a simple kiss on the cheek and bid her adieu to go look for his cell phone. She was pretty sure she'd seen him pocket it as he stood, but thought nothing of it.

"Thanks for lunch, Frank. I've had a great afternoon. Enjoy the rest of your day." She said with a soft smile before heading out the door.

For the rest of the day and that evening, she couldn't get Frank out of her head. He was attractive, strong, smart, successful, interesting...it was probably safe to say she was developing quite a crush.

Her parents were back by the time she returned to the hotel. She told them she'd been out enjoying the beach and had gotten lunch at a small cafe. She didn't tell them she hadn't been lunching alone though. What would they think if they knew about Frank? They probably wouldn't approve her hanging out with a random boy her own age, much less one twice her age.

It wasn't long before she heard a couple dings of her phone, indicating text messages. Her heart jumped with excitement. She didn't recognize the number, so it had to be Frank! She opened the message. The first two were innocent and friendly enough but that last one...

I would very much like to be part of making
this Spring Break one you won't soon forget​

.

That could mean so many things. It was flirty at it's mildest and downright suggestive at its worst. Or maybe not worst. Mila thought a moment before responding.

I really enjoyed spending this afternoon with you as well.
I look forward to seeing you again very soon. ​

She sent the message. Then after a moment, she typed another. Erased it. Then typed it again. She wasn't sure if it was one she should send. It could lead to dangerous territory. Her finger hovered over the button before pressing send.

And how do you plan on making sure I won't forget it?​

 

[TheNextNewGuy]

Frank smiled at the text, then laughed. The problem with text messages, of course, was that it was impossible to know the emotion or underlying thought behind them. Oh sure, you could add ... oh what were they called ... smileys ... emoticons ... emoji's ... but even then, it was sometimes hard to decipher the exact meaning.

He read the message again, tried to put it into context, considered the emotions and body language he'd shared with Mila ... then came to the conclusion that she was either toying with him, wanting to see if he would make some inappropriate sexual comment; or was as horny for him as he was for her. But ... which? Frank didn't want to send something she would think perverted, thus ruining any chance he had of seeing her again, let alone seeing her naked. But then, he still had that question in his mind about What if she WANTS perverted?

Frank finally decided to just go for it ... with enough vagueness that if Mila was offended, he could say Oh no no! I'm sorry! You misunderstood! That's not what I meant!:

I am a man of many intense life experiences.
Perhaps I could introduce you to some of them.
​

 

[cbelle02]

Mila liked Frank's response. It was probably truthful in more ways than one. And maybe she wanted to experience all those ways.

I have no doubt about that. I bet there's a lot of interesting things you could teach me.

About life, of course
​

She sent the message just as her parents were calling her to go to dinner. She pocketed her phone and joined them. On the drive inland, on the way to some fancy restaurant her mom had read about, her parents tried to hold a conversation, but her mind kept detracting and waiting for Frank's next text.

 

[TheNextNewGuy]

Frank was considering his next text, wondering how far he could push the suggestive nature without going too far, when he got a chime of a different nature. He swiped the screen to open an email from a friend about an upcoming charity event. He needed to make a call, so he finished:

About life ... of course.
Got a meeting.
Come to my home soon.
I will be here.
I will not leave until you have
graced my home with your presence.​

 

[cbelle02]

Mila received the next text as she and her family were eating dinner. She laughed out loud. Her father shot her a look. They didn't approve of phones during dinner, so she reluctantly put it away before she had a chance to text back.

A couple hours later, they were in the car again on the way back to the hotel. Mila pulled out her phone and sent another text.

I can come tomorrow afternoon.​

Her parents were probably going to do more shopping and if they didn't she could tell them she was going to explore the cliffs some more. They weren't super strict in general, but family time was family time.

The next day, she was anxious for the morning to pass into the afternoon. Finally, her parents did leave again. The day was a bit nicer than the day before so she dressed in a comfy flowy sundress that came to mid thigh with a white cardigan over top.

She sent Frank a text.

On my way!​

 

[TheNextNewGuy]

Frank opened the door, smiling broadly at the sight of Mila. He'd been afraid she wouldn't show. He wouldn't have blamed her. After all, she was 19 and he was pushing 40 but -- after a life of stressful business -- sometimes thought he looked more like he was pushing 50.

"Come in," he said with an inviting sweep of his hand. Frank looked her up and down, and said with obvious, hungry appreciation, "You look ... very nice, Mila."



Frank hadn't had any idea when Mila might show, but he'd wanted to be ready for her. Just minutes after the texting ended the night before, he'd called Marla at the café to arrange a cold lunch menu for the next day. A delivery boy had delivered it this morning, and now it was sitting in a large picnic basket on the glass table in the sunroom.

The morning sunlight had been warming the room all morning. The sunroom -- which had two walls of floor-to-ceiling windows, as well as a glass roof slanted with interesting geometry toward the east-- sat at an angle to the Atlantic, with one wall facing northeast and the other southeast. It was a wonderful space, with a glass and steel picnic table and chairs in the center; a rattan and cushion couch with a rattan and glass coffee table; and a multitude of plants, standing and hanging, that gave the space almost a jungle feeling.

"Take a seat, Mila," he offered, pulling out a chair. "I have to get the chicken from the fridge. There's shrimp, too. You like shrimp?"

When he returned with a beautiful platter of dead animal, he chuckled, saying, "I didn't ask if you ate meat. I know a lot of kids today--"

As soon as he said kids, Frank regretted it. Why not remind her of the fact that she's too young to be in your house, nimrod! He drew and released a breath, then began pulling plastic containers out of the basket. "There's potato salad, macaroni salad, green salad..." He stared through a transparent lid, then set it before Mila, asking, "What the heck is that?"

He continued until the basket was empty, then set to opening everything his guest already hadn't. The spread was amazing, even more so than Frank had expected. Marla knew she was cooking for two, but she didn't know who the second person was. At least, Frank didn't think Marla knew it was Mila she was cooking for. Would it matter?

Who cares?

He sat at the table, not across from Mila but in the chair next to her. He wanted to be closer to her than the chair opposite would allow. They chatted, and he simply took in her beauty.

 

[cbelle02]

Mila blushed as Frank looked her over but the blush was replaced with awe as she got a look at his home. It was rather impressive. And so was the meal. It was a huge spread. "Don't worry, " she said when he made a comment about all the meat. "I really like meat. All kinds of meat." She assured him with a slight smile.

The veggies and salads looked equally delicious and she couldnt wait to dig in. She was surprised when he took a seat next to her. As they ate and talked she was very aware of every time his arm brushed hers as he reached for more salad or chicken, every time his knee touched hers.

They talked alot and got to know each other better. She didn't think Frank would care about her high school stories but he seemed interested nonetheless. She was fascinated with the stories of his experiences. Not only was he attractive but he really turned her on intellectually too.

After they'd finished lunch, She helped him clean up and put all the food away. In the kitchen, she leaned against the counter watching him put the last of the dishes in the dishwasher. "You know, a lot of women find it a real turn on watching men do housework." She commented. "I bet you've turned a lot of women on with those dishwashing skills."

 

[TheNextNewGuy]

"A lot? Frank asked, laughing. "No. Not a lot. Although, one dinner guest had been amazed that I so easily got the cheese out of the grater's little holes with such ease once."

He'd had his share of women over the course of his life, of course. Ironically, it hadn't begun that way. He'd been a virgin until the night of his 21st birthday, when after a couple of drinks he'd confessed his innocence to a woman whose response was I can fix that. Frank had been a computer geek ... a nerd ... a handsome one, but still ... a nerd. It was only after he learned how to impress girls with what he could do at a keyboard that he began to get his share of them. And, of course, selling his invention for millions didn't hurt, as he could now impress potential lovers with expensive dinners, fast cars, and beautiful vistas.

"No, as far as turning on a woman," he said, turning to take Mila gently by the elbow to walk her back out toward the living room. Before they'd finished their walk into the vast room decorated in stark white with lots of chrome, modern sculptures, and colorful paintings, Frank's hand had moved from Mila's elbow to the small of her back, just above that beautiful, rounded ass. He said mockingly, "I usually turn a woman on by talking about micro processors, gigabytes, cloud applications, and other such sexy topics that only a geek such as myself can make sound so erotic."

He laughed at his self deprecating humor as he gestured her to the couch, then sat near enough that their knees were touching. He laid his arm over the back of the couch, close enough that his hand was very near Alex's shoulder. He gave her a conspicuous ogle, then a devilish smirk.

"So, about experiences," he began with a suggestive tone. He reached his hand over to trace a finger tip along the lines of her shoulder. "I promised to ... introduce you to some of them. So ... where do you think we should begin?"

He was being vague enough that if Mila wasn't ready for -- or even in the least interested in -- having a sexual relationship with him, Frank wouldn't look like a fool. But he knew what he wanted from her. And he knew what he could give to her: decades of experience that the boys from her school could only dream of one day gaining.

 

[cbelle02]

Frank's hand on her elbow was a small, simple gesture, yet it was one that Mila was very aware of as he led her into the living room. His hand moved to the small of her back, just resting there, and even through her dress, her skin tingled. He led her to the couch and when his finger traced over her shoulder, it felt so...innocent yet erotic at the same time. How did he do that?

Mila wasn't an idiot. She knew Frank was interested in her. She knew he wanted more than just a platonic friendship. He wanted her. She leaned against him slightly, and placed a hand on his thigh just above his knee. "Well...maybe you can start by explaining all about those microlytes and giga clouds." She said, purposely mucking up the words before finishing luridly. "Or whatever it is you claim made all those other women all wet for you."

 

[TheNextNewGuy]

"...all about those microlytes and giga clouds."

Frank laughed aloud, delighted with Mila's playfulness. He didn't often have this much fun with a woman.

Then she continued, ending with, "Or whatever it is you claim made all those other women all wet for you."

His laughter faded but his wide, devilish grin did not. He knew. He knew she wanted him as much as he did her. Frank studied her expression for a long moment, the lust surely evident in his eyes. He looked to the coffee table before them, and although the remote was within a leaning reach, he stood, stepped to it, and picked it up. He pressed a button, and a soft buzzing began moving long vertical blinds closed from each end of the wall facing the ocean. They weren't entirely turned parallel to the floor-to-ceiling glass, so the effect was to lessen the light, not block it out.

Turning back to Mila, Frank was standing tall over her now. He looked down at her, into her eyes, into her wonderful cleavage, to her slim figure and long legs. He used the toes of each foot to step out of his shoes, then slowly knelt down on the floor directly before her knees.

"I have a suspicion..." he began slowly after once again staring into Mila's eyes for a moment. He lifted his hands to the outsides of her calves, resting them there gently but suggestively. Then, his gaze still in her eyes, he began caressing his hands up her legs as he said boldly, "...that you are already wet, Mila."

As his hands reached the outside of her knees, he ever so gently grasped them just enough to give the indication that he wanted to pull them apart, yet didn't do it. He wanted to see willingness on her part as he asked almost in a whisper, "Should we check, Mila?"

 

[cbelle02]

Mila wasn't sure what weight her words would hold with him, but the look he gave her was the answer to that. She looked up as the blinds started to close and her heart began to pound. She wasn't inexperienced exactly. She'd been with a couple of guys, her first at 17. So her 2 years of infrequent sexual encounters couldn't compete with what must be at least 20 years for him. The idea of learning all that he could show her was a major turn on for her.

She bit her lip as he got on the floor. If she'd expected he would start slow, with gentle kisses, warm her up, she would have been wrong. But she had not delusions about that. She knew that wasn't what either of them wanted. This had been building since the moment they met whether she realized it or not.

He was right. The way he looked at her. The anticipation. Even the simple touch of his hand. She was getting rather wet. She felt a dull throb between her legs at his question and for a moment, she wasn't sure how to respond. She squirmed, her eyes hooded with lust as she looked down at him.

"What are you going to do if I am?" She asked, raising an eyebrow slightly. Her legs opened just a bit in a permissive gesture for him to take it further.

 

[TheNextNewGuy]

Feeling Mila's legs relax, her permission to him, Frank smiled, inside and out. He rose on his knees to move his torso between her knees, politely urging them open further. As he stared solidly into her sparkling eyes, he caressed his hands up her thighs ... under her dress ... further ... until he felt the fabric of her panties at his finger tips. As he slid his hands outwards, heading for the underwear's waist bands, he answered, "We should take these off so you don't muss them up."

He curled his fingers into the string bands but waited to see if Mila would lift her buttocks ... further permission that his gentlemanly side was seeking ... so that his horny side could get to work.

 

[cbelle02]

Mila breathed in sharply when she felt his fingertips trail up her thighs under her dress. He didn't push it up too far, just enough to reach the waistband of her panties. Nothing was yet visible to him beyond her upper thigh.

Exhaling, she lifted her hips to give him access to pull the panties down. They were a soft pink thong that he deftly maneuvered down her legs and over her feet. A slight tell-tale damp spot darkened the crotch.

She watched him, waiting for his next move.

 

[TheNextNewGuy]

Frank was tickled that this was going so smoothly. He had been afraid that Alex, because of both her age and her unfamiliarity with him, would be more hesitant to so quickly become his lover. Once he had rid her of her panties, tossing them aside playfully, Frank again returned his hands to Alex's thighs, cardssing them again up underneath her dress. He moved slowly, deliberately, his thumbs more to the insides of her legs than they had been the first time until finally they were near enough to her most personal locale as to remove any doubt as to whether she was au naturale, trimmed, or -- as he found her -- shaved as smooth as a baby's butt. Before he let his fingers go to work though, Frank said to Alex with obvious sincerity, "You can tell me stop at any moment, and I will." Then, with his thumbs moving towards one another, he made contact with her wet folds.

 

[cbelle02]

Mila's breath skipped in anticipation as Frank's hands moved further up her thighs, stopping just short of where she ached for him to touch. She nodded at his statement. Part of her acknowledged that this was crazy. She barely knew this man. But to tell him to stop what he was doing right now wasn't even on her radar.

And then he was touching her. She gasped softly when his fingers brushed her wet, smooth lips, her legs opening wider in response.

 

[TheNextNewGuy]

Frank's gaze remained set upon Mila's face -- upon her expressions -- as his thumbs found the soft, sensitive lips of her pussy ... gently pulled them open ... searched for and found her already swollen clitoris ... fondled it up and down ... left and right ... harder ... softer ... faster...

And the entire time, Frank studied Mila's reactions to the stimulation, looking for that one perfect touch that seemed as though it could push her toward orgasm.