By Frank Weber
Copyright ©2024
“What’s your problem? You got daddy issues?”She never much cared for that label, although her friends and family seemed to stick it on her forehead every chance they got.
Yeah…she had a thing for older men.But she wasn’t looking for a man to replace her father.
And she wasn’t looking for a man to pay her bills.
She just wanted to have some fun with an older man.
There were no unresolved ‘issues’ about it.
Older men were more experienced and much more giving than the guys her age.
Her older man gave her the one thing she needed more than anything else at this point in her life – he made her feel good.Even though she knew their times together would be limited and she knew that their tryst wouldn’t last for very long, he made her feel good.
Older men didn’t fumble and bumble.
They knew exactly what – and how – they wanted her. No her guessing, no shades of gray to clutter-up the night.
Always making sure that she came first – and in every way, too.
Older men made her feel good.
They made her feel better than she had before.
Feeling good is good enough.
And her latest love-interest felt the same way about her.
She always fell short of calling him her ‘boyfriend’ because they didn’t look at things that way.
She didn’t know exactly what ‘love’ was so she never said the ‘L’ word, either.
She only knew that he made her feel safer and secure than she ever had before – with any man.
She knew that she had never felt the way she did when she was with him.
She was 31 and he was 53.
He had his first ‘legal’ drink before she was born.
It didn’t matter.
To the two of them, 31 = 53.
Simple math.
All of these swirling thoughts wisped away with her cigarette smoke, and she turned just to look at him as he sat there with her.
She snuffed out her cigarette, leaned back against him and as she blew her smoke out behind his ear, she whispered, “I want your tongue inside me.”
Just those simple words made him squeeze her thigh.
He inched his fingers and his hand up higher on her leg and he whispered back in her ear,“I’ll give you anything you want.”
“Take me home…but I want you to stay with me tonight. I wanna fuck all night long and fall asleep with you in the morning.”
He could only smile.
He didn’t say a word. There wasn’t any need for any more words.
She lit another cigarette and waved to the bartender to bring them another round.
The music was loud and the crowd was thick, but neither really noticed.
They were both getting drunk.
His blood was coursing, and his heart was pounding harder now.
She was flush with thoughts of all they would do for each other – with each other – to each other.
They weren’t going to make last call tonight.
She bit and tugged at his ear and rubbed and squeezed him through his jeans, but she didn’t have to say a word. They downed their drinks and quietly walked hand-in-hand out into the night.
She lived on a quiet side road, lit only by one streetlight on either end of it.They cast a pale orange glow down on the pavement, but only enough to let you know there was a road there.
Her house was in the middle of the block so it was dark except for the dim cast of a table lamp inside the front window.
They walked up to her porch and he went ahead of her through the weather-beaten wooden storm door.
She slinked around him, slid her hands up to his shoulders and pushed his back against the wall.
She kissed him deeply in his mouth and as she gently held his tongue in her teeth, she unbuckled his belt.She opened and unzipped his jeans and pushed them down as she slowly knelt in front of him.She took him fully into her mouth, sucking his cock in as deeply as she could swallow it, growing deeper with every stroke and suck.
He let his head fall back in the darkness.Nothing but shadows and that faint glow of streetlights through the old cracked, dirty window glass.Nothing but the silky feeling of her hair tangling in his fingers as he helped to guide her bobbing head.
She tightened her lips around his cock as she pulled back.
She looked up for his face, but she could only see his silhouette against the window.
She climbed his body and they connected again in their own, personal kiss.
She reached back for the doorknob and they fumbled their way into her house.
“I want a hot shower…c’mon.” and he followed her upstairs to her bedroom.
She lit a small lamp over in the far corner. Just enough light but not too much.They watched each other undress in the softened late night glow of the room.
She held out her hand to him and he took it in his and she led him to the bathroom.
She slowly and deliberately bent over to reach in and turn on the shower, and just as quickly turned to him and pulled him in a deep kiss.The room was filling with steam and their bodies were beginning to sweat as they climbed into the shower.
She immediately turned her back to him and pressed herself against his body.
His arms enveloped her and caressed her skin under the steaming water.She leaned her head back on his shoulder so her cheek was against his.
She gasped out a delicate, “Wash me.”
His hands slid over her skin and up to her shoulders.
He took a short step back and pushed her forward, bending her at the hips.
He ran his open hands across her back, squeezing her hips, fingers running over and around her to her thighs and in between.
He lathered the washcloth with soap until it was a thick and creamy froth.
And he began to drag the washcloth over her body while he nudged her feet a little more apart and bent her over a little farther.
He ran the soapy cloth down over her hips and brought it back up between her legs, gently washing her, gently feeling her body in his hands, gently touching inside her with his fingers.
He moved a little to the side so the water could rinse away the soap and his hands helped slide it away. She reached forward and held her hands up against the shower wall and glanced back over her shoulder. “I’m washed and cleaned now.”
He didn’t say a word, but slowly lowered himself down to his knees, still holding her hips in his hands. He kissed her lower back and he kissed her cheeks as he squeezed them harder.
He let the water stream down her back and he spread her cheeks apart, little by little as he kissed her.
She let out a gasp as she felt the tip of his tongue touch her ass.
She cried out as she felt his tongue licking at her.The hot water, the soap, his hands, his fingers and his tongue made her eyes roll back into her head and she let her chin drop down. She gave herself over to every urge and every sensation.
She began to moan louder out with every lick he gave her.
Her head was spinning and her mind was reeling.This older man was pleasing her…not because he wanted something in return…not because he felt like he had to do it…
He was pleasing her because he wanted to please her.
No matter what was happening, he always wanted to make her happy.
He always wanted to give her pleasure.
She could never find any guys her own age that gave a damn about what got her off or whether-or-not she even came.
He was different.
He gave a damn.
She loved that about him.
This was never about ‘daddy issues’.
This was never about having a ‘sugar daddy’.
This was everything about being with a man that could make her feel good.
Not just feel ‘happy’…but feel GOOD.
He gave her that. He gave her all she could take.
He let his head fall back under the shower stream and let the steamy-hot water run all over his face.
And he leaned back in and with each new lick at her ass, he carried her closer and closer to climax.
He could feel her getting closer, so he squeezed tighter and pulled her up against his face.She let herself go and she came so hard she started to slip in the tub.
He held her up against his chest until the water began to run cold.
She toweled herself off and headed into the bedroom.
He freshened himself and when he got into the bedroom, she was laying out sideways across the bed.
He knelt down and pulled her to the edge of the bed, lifted her legs up and apart by her ankles, and he dropped to his knees and buried his tongue inside of her.
She was swollen and heated and dripping wet, and he became a wild and vicious animal feeding on her.
And she loved every single lick and suck of it.
She came in his mouth, squirting so hard that her body convulsed uncontrollably for minutes after.
He stood up and turned her over onto her belly.
He grabbed her hips in his hands and pulled her ass up and closer to him.
She could feel his cock pushing up between her cheeks.
She could feel his cock slide a little further down in between and she felt the tip pressing against her ass.
She could feel him begin to penetrate her…little bit by little bit…slowly and gently…pushing his cock inside of her just a little more with every breath.
And with one last deep inhale, he pushed fully inside her ass.
She cried out with a muffled, heated moan.Her eyes rolled back and she dropped her head and took in every inch of him.
He squeezed her hips and held her ass tight against him, gyrating his hips and driving in as deep as he could push.Her body began to shudder from her ecstasy and her nails clawed into the bed sheets, pulling them down around her.Her body began to slide across the satiny sheets, and she pulled herself more onto the bed.
As she moved, he moved with her.He laid on top of her, still inside of her, still gently pushing into her in a slow and rhythmic pulse.Both of their bodies rocked back and forth, deeply bound to each other.
He came inside of her in those final unbridled strokes, and she laid there beneath him unable to move. Even when he pulled out, she didn’t move.
She didn’t want to move.
She didn’t want him to move, either.
She wanted him that close to her…so close that he had to be inside her.
She kept replaying those last orgasmic moments over and over in her head.He made her feel good.
She sat there at the picnic table completely zoned-out in thought.
“So…like I said…what’s your problem? You got daddy issues?”
That same old tired question broke through the clouds in her mind just enough to catch her attention.
“If he was that good for you, he’d be right here with you like a good man should be! He wouldn’t just fuck you and leave!”
She only smiled, but her lips and her eyes dripped with scorn and a genuine pity for this person who knew so little about her…about the world around her…for this person that would live out their days never truly being happy. This person would always be left wanting more but never realizing how to get it.
She could still feel his tongue inside her.
She could still feel his cock deep inside her ass.
She could still feel the strength come from him when he came inside of her.
She could still feel the contentment of watching him drive away knowing that he would come back to her whenever she asked him.
She softened her glare and leaned in closer to whisper, “Nope. I don’t have any problem at all. Not a single ‘daddy issue’ in sight. But I feel good all the time and you sound miserable.Feeling good is all that matters...besides 31=53…or can’t you do the math for yourself?”
About Frank Weber:
Frank Weber is a freelance writer from Erie, Pennsylvania. He has been published in several print and digital magazines, local interest books and advertising campaigns as both writer and model. His work encompasses a firm conviction, a simple honesty in written word and enough of a raw edge to make people feel what they read. Website: www.frankietatts.com
Twitter: @frankietatts_
Instagram: @frankietatts
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