Jordin (fm:older women/men, 12086 words)

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God, let me be right about this, I thought after I rang the doorbell. If I was wrong, this would go very badly.

I had parked down around the block and made the rest of the trip on foot, looking for prying eyes before I made the turn into her driveway. It was just after seven-thirty, so everyone should either be just finishing dinner, or catching the end of Thursday night football. Once on the driveway, it curved to the right behind a living screen of tall trees and then button hooked into the garage. The front door was next to the garage, and faced the view of the valley off the bluff, so I knew that the neighbors couldn't see me at that point.

I started to get nervous, thinking that she must have gone out, my erection straining at the front of my jeans, when I heard movement behind the door and it opened. She stood there looking gorgeous with her blond hair, messy from the wig, I imagined, and tanned skin on a five foot seven frame. She wore a simple white blouse with one button undone at the top covering her perfect D-cup tits and khaki shorts covering her still firm ass. She hadn't bothered with shoes.

Her face was round, with generous lips and bright, sparkly eyes. It was the eyes that confirmed my suspicions. They looked at me with confusion at first. Then they moved on to surprise. Followed closely by fear as I pushed through the door. The door opened against a wall and she naturally backed away from me, allowing me to close it. Then I used both hands to cradle her head and backed her against that wall and covered her lips with a passionate kiss, making sure to grind my cock against her, letting her know exactly what she had done to me. She started to respond, I could feel her lips begin to part at the urging of my tongue and her hands gripped my shirt. But then they flattened out against my chest and she was pushing me away, across the narrow entryway. Then my left cheek was on fire as a hand I didn't see coming swept across it.

"What the hell, Mathew," she snapped in a loud voice. "Why'd you do that?!"

Now I was confused because I knew I was right. "Well, I thought you wanted me to."

She put her hand to her forehead, looking away as if my answer gave her a headache, before looking back at me, "You thought I - why would you think that?!"

I dug out my phone, "Because, you sent me a video," I said as I called up the email with the attachment.

She scoffed, "What video?"

"This one," I said, holding the phone out so she could see the screen and pressed the play arrow.

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I was in the library studying when my phone beeped. My best friend Brian and I had been texting all day about how things were going. I've known him since we were fifteen and started at the same local university, me studying engineering and him, pre-law. His parents were very rich, his dad was an upper-level legal executive at a Tech company that required him to travel a lot. When it came time to declare, Brian went off to Harvard and I, because my parents weren't very rich and I was mostly paying for this myself, stayed local. This was the beginning of the school year and Brian had packed up and driven back east. Because Harvard was near a meeting he had the following week, Brian's dad drove with him, planning to fly back afterwards.

Brian's dad was a Havard alumni and so our texts had been about the, mostly boring, stories his dad had filled the endless trip with. When I opened my phone to read Brian's latest complaint, I was surprised to see no text. Instead I had an email that didn't have a return address and an attachment.

Stupid, I know, but I clicked on the attachment and it opened a video

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Pete writes Mon 18 Nov 2024 15:43:

looking forward to part 2

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Sashi writes Sat 16 Nov 2024 15:33:

Awesome yarn, enjoyed the progression. Looking forward to seeing what is next!

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