A Visit To an Adult Store

Everywhere he touched me, my body reacted. His mouth on my neck sent chills all through me. He finally moved his hand up, and gripped my face. Holding my head straight, he kissed me. I struggled, but even at his age, he was much too strong for me. I instinctively closed my eyes, but I could feel his moustache, then his rough lips probing mine. Finally, his tongue invaded my mouth. I could taste the cigar he must have smoked earlier. I was 19 years old, on my first night away from home. An old man had told me I was beautiful and now he had his tongue in my mouth.

When I finally opened my eyes, his hand wasn't holding my face. It was caressing my bare mid-section. So was his other hand. My arms were no longer against the wall. They had somehow crossed lightly around his neck, giving him unimpeded access to my body.

And I was kissing him back.

The video played on, but its sounds were a blur. I moaned in the back of my throat as he kept kissing me and kissing me. His mouth was wet and demanding. His tongue touching mine felt so erotic.

Involuntarily, I writhed my trembling body into his thick torso while his hands despoiled my virgin flesh. His back and shoulders felt unbelievably strong as I ran my fingertips around them. He knew who was in charge ... and so did I. He was my man and I was his ... woman.

Still kissing me, he took my right hand and placed it on his crotch. There was a huge lump there.

"Did I do that?" I asked into his mouth as we kissed. My right shoulder moved forward seductively in response to his touch. I really was feeling the sense of accomplishment women must feel when their man has an erection. I was turning on an older man, and that was turning me on. I was so much smaller than he, so much younger. His gnarled hands and his smoky mouth couldn't get enough of me.

"Look, Robin," he said. I loved the way my name sounded when he spoke it for the first time. "My hands can go completely around your waist and my fingers can touch each other."