Robert Madsen parked the sleek red Maserati in its spot in the parking garage and turned off the purring engine. He sat in the leather seat and listened to the ticking of the engine as it cooled down.
He had bought the car with his Christmas bonus and paid cash for it. His wife, Elena, had gone crazy when he told her. She thought it was a waste of money and completely unnecessary. He, on the other hand, loved it. It was his money and he had a lot more of it, so he didn’t see the problem. His two sons loved it and he would take them for long drives in the evening. There were only two seats so he would take one of them one day and the other the next.
Robert opened the car door and got out. He walked around to the tiny trunk and took out his shopping. There were only two bags since he was alone in the apartment, After locking the car he made his way across the silent garage to the elevator.
When he stepped out on the seventh floor his neighbour’s daughter stood just outside the elevator door.
“Hi, Brenda, I thought you guys went to Six Flags?” he said.
“Yeah, my parents and my sister went. I have to take a few summer classes.”
“That sucks.”
“Big time. Anyway, I got to go, see you later.”
Robert walked over to his apartment and went inside. There were only two on each floor and they were huge. It had five bedrooms, four bathrooms, a kitchen, living room, and a large balcony looking out over the city.
The people that lived in the ten story building were well off. After unpacking his shopping he made a vodka tonic and sat outside on the balcony. The sun was still high in the sky and it was warm.
His family had gone down to Miami to visit his in-laws. Robert had told his wife he had to stay one more week in the city to finish up some work, but it had been a lie. He just couldn’t stand her parents. Even though he made enough money, he didn’t have the right last name and hadn’t gone to the right schools. No, he preferred to spend as little time with them as possible.
His sons loved seeing their grandparents, mostly because their grandfather owned a 50 foot Sunseeker.
Robert could buy one too if he wanted to, but what would he do with it in the city. No, he preferred his car.
While sipping on his drink his thoughts wandered back to Brenda, and the fact that her parents had left her alone in the city.
She was nineteen, he thought, and maybe a bit too young to stay at home alone. He had known her and her family since she was in middle-school. His older son, Jack, had had a crush on Brenda that went unanswered the previous summer. Jack was two years younger than her, and Robert figured that’s why nothing had happened.
Brenda was a smart kid. She had good grades and didn’t go out much. She had honey coloured hair, a button nose, and wore glasses. She usually dressed in jeans and a simple sweater and Robert could count on one hand the times he had seen her dressed up.
Her parents were both attorneys and made a good living. Her little sister had graduated High School in the spring and would attend college in the fall. They were nice people, and Robert liked them as neighbours. He finished his drink and went into the kitchen to make himself something to eat before sitting down to watch the news in the living room.
Brenda Arness walked out of the library and turned left. Her bag was heavy on her shoulders from the books she was carrying. She had met her friend Laura and they had done some research on a project that was due the following week.
On her way home, she stopped at a pizzeria and ordered a pepperoni pizza to go. She was too lazy to cook at home, and her parents had left her plenty of cash. They would be gone for a week and she was OK with it.
She didn’t mind the quiet evenings at home, and if she wanted to go out, which she seldom did, she would call Laura. She liked to watch series on TV and would sit on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn and a drink next to her.
After eating she took a shower and then made popcorn while flipping through the channels on the large wall mounted LED TV. Suddenly the lights went out and the living room was pitch black.
“Fuck!” she said, and slowly made her way to the kitchen.
She found a flashlight in the top right drawer and turned it on. She went over to the balcony and looked out, thinking it was a general power out, but all the lights were on outside and in the buildings around her.
She wasn’t afraid of the dark, but she was annoyed that she might miss her favourite series. Then she remembered that Mr. Madsen was at home. She put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and walked down the corridor to his apartment.
There was a knock on the door and Robert put down his glass of wine. Who could it be? He checked the grandfather clock that stood in a corner. It showed after eleven.
When he looked through the security hole he saw Brenda standing outside.
He opened the door. “Hi, what is it?”
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Madsen, but the light went out in the apartment, and I was wondering if you could come over and have a look.”
She looked helpless standing there in her shorts and T-shirt and Robert felt sorry for her.
“Sure, but please, call me Robert. I’ll be there in a minute.”
She left and he closed the door. He figured it might be a fuse so he took a couple from a cupboard in the hall and then grabbed his keys from the small table by the door.
Brenda was waiting for him with the door open.
“Thanks, for coming.”
“No problem, let’s have a look.”
Since the apartments had the same layout Robert knew where the fuse box was and led the way with Brenda following using the flashlight so they could see.
“As I thought, you have a broken fuse.”
“Can you fix it?”
He held up one of the fuses he had brought. “This won’t take a minute.”
He then turned off the main power switch and changed the fuse that was broke. When he turned the power on again, the light came back.
“Thank you so much, Robert.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“Can I offer you a drink?”
He looked down at the young girl who was a foot shorter than him. The T-shirt she wore was big and her large boobs showed against the fabric. She was smiling at him, and suddenly he felt a stirring in his underwear. He was getting a hard on.
“No, thanks, I better be going, I have an early morning.”
“OK, thanks again.”
She followed him to the door and when he walked out she closed it behind him and leaned against it.
He had stared at her tits, she was sure about it. Men usually did that, and she was used to it, but she hadn’t expected Robert Madsen to do it, he had known her for years.
She went back to the kitchen and finished making the popcorn and grabbed a soda can from the fridge.
She watched her series but had problems concentrating. Her mind drifted back to the much older man checking out her boobs. How old was he? Fifty maybe? Christ, what a dirty old man, she thought.
Mrs. Madsen was a good looking woman, tall, brunette and always well dressed. What would he want with her? Well, he was a man after all, and they all ogled women. She went back to her show and ate her popcorn.
Robert stood in the bathroom looking down at his erect cock. It stood straight up and there was a drop of pre-cum on the tip. He wiped it off with a piece of toilet paper and thought about jerking off. His eyes moved from his cock to the large mirror in front of him.
At forty-seven he was still fit and only had a little grey hair. His shoulders were broad and his arms strong from playing squash twice a week. He sighed and picked up his toothbrush. By the time had had finished with his teeth his cock was limp again.
When he laid down in the king sized bed and turned off the light he thought about Ellen. She was three years younger and their sex life sucked. In the beginning, when they had begun their life together they had made love several times a week, and also fucked. There was a difference between the two. Making love they did in the bedroom at night, with the lights off.
They fucked on the kitchen table, in their first car, and on the sofa in the living room. He liked both; it all depended on the moment. She had been horny as a bitch in heat in those days, sucking his cock, letting him fuck her in the ass and they enjoyed porn on Saturday nights. Then came the kids, careers, and the sex ended.
Even though he had paid for nips and tucks and a boobs job it never went back to how it used to be. They still slept in the same bed, and would cuddle at night. When he tried to slip his hand between her thighs she would push it away saying she was tired. He respected her and went to sleep. But, he was a man, and he needed sex. He had been good, and never cheated on her.
Not that he lacked opportunities. Women were attracted to him, and several at the firm he worked at had come on to him over the years. So, why couldn’t he get Brenda out of his mind? He felt like a dirty old man, as his cock grew hard again under the sheet. He turned over on his stomach and tried to push her out of his mind, but she came back.
Her boobs under the T-shirt, her smile, her big brown eyes behind the glasses, her small hand in his when she shook it goodbye. The way her ass had moved when she had walked away from his door, it drove him crazy.
He got up and went into the bathroom where he quickly jerked off and felt worse afterwards.
The following morning Brenda locked the door to the apartment and made her way to the elevator. It was just before eight in the morning and she was on her way to her first class that day.
As she waited for the lift she heard the door to Robert Madsen’s apartment open. She turned just in time to see Robert come out. He wore a black suit and a white shirt. His tie was dark blue and his hair was still wet from the shower. His after-shave floated in the air and she breathed in the smell of it.
“Oh, hi, good morning,” he said when he saw her.
“Good morning. Off to work?”
He walked up to her. “Yeah, another day at the office. You are up early?”
“I have to take the subway since my dad isn’t here.”
“You don’t have a license yet?”
She giggled. “I have failed twice.”
“Where is your University?”
She gave him the name, and he said, “I can drive you if you want?”
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to be late for work.”
“No problem, I have no meetings this morning.”
They rode the elevator in silence and when they got out and he led the way to the Maserati.
“Wow, my dad told me you had bought a sports car. It is beautiful.”
She let her hand slide along the soft lines of the car as she walked to the passenger seat.
“It’s a GT3200, and my baby,” he said, as he unlocked the car with the remote.
When Brenda sat down the leather seat it seemed to wrap itself around her. She held her backpack in her lap and when Robert turned on the engine it came to life with a growl.
“Wow, that is amazing,” she said.
She could feel the vibrations in her body and it felt good. Her parents drove BMW’s, and even though they were nice cars, they were not an Italian thoroughbred.
Robert carefully reversed out and when he accelerated towards the exit Brenda squealed.
“Oh my God, it’s so fast!
“Yes, it is.”
At the first stop light, Robert stole a glance at the young women next to him. She was looking out the window. Brenda wore a simple summer dress that had ridden up on her thighs exposing firm legs that were nicely tanned.
She had a deep cleavage and her thick hair was pinned on top of her head, with some ringlets falling down on either side of her face. It made her look extremely sexy, and Robert’s cock came to life.
“So, how’s school?” he said, as the light turned green.
“Fine I guess, it’s not as hard in the summer. I think the professors give us a condensed version of the curriculum.”
“Yeah, they do.”
Brenda leaned forward and turned on the radio. When she did her dress came away from her body and Robert saw that she didn’t wear a bra. He swallowed hard and concentrated on the driving.
Twenty minutes later he stopped outside the University and said, “Here we are. Have a good day, and I might see you later.
She opened the car door, but before closing it, she said, “Thank you so much, Robert.”
He watched her walk fast up the steps, her hips swinging and the dress riding up the backside of her thighs.
Robert sighed and put the car in gear.
Brenda smiled as she took the last step and headed for the entrance doors. She had seen in the reflection from the window how Robert had checked her out. At first, she had thought it was creepy, but then she felt happy. Many guys stared at her, and it wasn’t unusual that they would ask for her name or a phone number. The cool thing about Robert was that he had known her since she was just a kid, and had now realized she had become a woman.
Her first class was Economics and it was a snooze fest. The professor went on and on about demand and supply curves and how this and the other affected them positively or negatively.
Brenda let her mind drift back to the ride in the Maserati. Usually, she didn’t wear dresses, but for some reason that morning, when she had opened her wardrobe it had been the first things she had seen. Maybe it was fate that Robert would see her in it.
She had bought it the previous summer when she had met Derek while on vacation with her parents. They had rented a house on the beach in Florida, and Derek had been staying with his parents a few houses down. He was a year older than her and had quickly seduced the impressionable Brenda. He had bought her beer and taken her to see the sunset.
One thing quickly led to another and one night she found herself in his car stroking his cock. She had no idea how it had happened. They were just kissing and then suddenly she had his shaft in her hand. It was hard and soft at the same time. When Derek gently pushed her head down she didn’t at first understand what he wanted.
“Please, just kiss it,” he begged.
When it dawn on her what was about to happen she had sat up straight in the front seat.
“No, I won’t do it.”
“C’mon, everyone does it.”
“No.”
After a lot of begging, she had finally agreed to kiss the tip, which she did. Then she jerked him off until he squirted and her hand was covered in his hot cum.
She was easily seduced and a week later Derek had fucked her in the back seat. With one leg on the backrest and the other on the floor she lay on her back. He had pulled up her dress and then moved her panties to the side and penetrated her. There was a sharp pain, and then she felt his body on top of hers and he thrust back and forth for a while.
When had he pulled out his cock and moaned, she knew it was over. Her panties was covered in his cum, and she felt dirty. Derek had a big grin on his face and was happy as a lark.
They did it twice more that week, and the last time it was OK. She had ridden him on the beach one night in the sand. The moon was up and when he slid into her, she had actually enjoyed it. Brenda could control the speed and the depth, and she had been close to coming, but not reached that beautiful place.
So, now when she knew Robert was interested in her she wondered how it would be to have sex with a real man and not someone her own age.
He had bought the car with his Christmas bonus and paid cash for it. His wife, Elena, had gone crazy when he told her. She thought it was a waste of money and completely unnecessary. He, on the other hand, loved it. It was his money and he had a lot more of it, so he didn’t see the problem. His two sons loved it and he would take them for long drives in the evening. There were only two seats so he would take one of them one day and the other the next.
Robert opened the car door and got out. He walked around to the tiny trunk and took out his shopping. There were only two bags since he was alone in the apartment, After locking the car he made his way across the silent garage to the elevator.
When he stepped out on the seventh floor his neighbour’s daughter stood just outside the elevator door.
“Hi, Brenda, I thought you guys went to Six Flags?” he said.
“Yeah, my parents and my sister went. I have to take a few summer classes.”
“That sucks.”
“Big time. Anyway, I got to go, see you later.”
Robert walked over to his apartment and went inside. There were only two on each floor and they were huge. It had five bedrooms, four bathrooms, a kitchen, living room, and a large balcony looking out over the city.
The people that lived in the ten story building were well off. After unpacking his shopping he made a vodka tonic and sat outside on the balcony. The sun was still high in the sky and it was warm.
His family had gone down to Miami to visit his in-laws. Robert had told his wife he had to stay one more week in the city to finish up some work, but it had been a lie. He just couldn’t stand her parents. Even though he made enough money, he didn’t have the right last name and hadn’t gone to the right schools. No, he preferred to spend as little time with them as possible.
His sons loved seeing their grandparents, mostly because their grandfather owned a 50 foot Sunseeker.
Robert could buy one too if he wanted to, but what would he do with it in the city. No, he preferred his car.
While sipping on his drink his thoughts wandered back to Brenda, and the fact that her parents had left her alone in the city.
She was nineteen, he thought, and maybe a bit too young to stay at home alone. He had known her and her family since she was in middle-school. His older son, Jack, had had a crush on Brenda that went unanswered the previous summer. Jack was two years younger than her, and Robert figured that’s why nothing had happened.
Brenda was a smart kid. She had good grades and didn’t go out much. She had honey coloured hair, a button nose, and wore glasses. She usually dressed in jeans and a simple sweater and Robert could count on one hand the times he had seen her dressed up.
Her parents were both attorneys and made a good living. Her little sister had graduated High School in the spring and would attend college in the fall. They were nice people, and Robert liked them as neighbours. He finished his drink and went into the kitchen to make himself something to eat before sitting down to watch the news in the living room.
Brenda Arness walked out of the library and turned left. Her bag was heavy on her shoulders from the books she was carrying. She had met her friend Laura and they had done some research on a project that was due the following week.
On her way home, she stopped at a pizzeria and ordered a pepperoni pizza to go. She was too lazy to cook at home, and her parents had left her plenty of cash. They would be gone for a week and she was OK with it.
She didn’t mind the quiet evenings at home, and if she wanted to go out, which she seldom did, she would call Laura. She liked to watch series on TV and would sit on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn and a drink next to her.
After eating she took a shower and then made popcorn while flipping through the channels on the large wall mounted LED TV. Suddenly the lights went out and the living room was pitch black.
“Fuck!” she said, and slowly made her way to the kitchen.
She found a flashlight in the top right drawer and turned it on. She went over to the balcony and looked out, thinking it was a general power out, but all the lights were on outside and in the buildings around her.
She wasn’t afraid of the dark, but she was annoyed that she might miss her favourite series. Then she remembered that Mr. Madsen was at home. She put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and walked down the corridor to his apartment.
There was a knock on the door and Robert put down his glass of wine. Who could it be? He checked the grandfather clock that stood in a corner. It showed after eleven.
When he looked through the security hole he saw Brenda standing outside.
He opened the door. “Hi, what is it?”
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Madsen, but the light went out in the apartment, and I was wondering if you could come over and have a look.”
She looked helpless standing there in her shorts and T-shirt and Robert felt sorry for her.
“Sure, but please, call me Robert. I’ll be there in a minute.”
She left and he closed the door. He figured it might be a fuse so he took a couple from a cupboard in the hall and then grabbed his keys from the small table by the door.
Brenda was waiting for him with the door open.
“Thanks, for coming.”
“No problem, let’s have a look.”
Since the apartments had the same layout Robert knew where the fuse box was and led the way with Brenda following using the flashlight so they could see.
“As I thought, you have a broken fuse.”
“Can you fix it?”
He held up one of the fuses he had brought. “This won’t take a minute.”
He then turned off the main power switch and changed the fuse that was broke. When he turned the power on again, the light came back.
“Thank you so much, Robert.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“Can I offer you a drink?”
He looked down at the young girl who was a foot shorter than him. The T-shirt she wore was big and her large boobs showed against the fabric. She was smiling at him, and suddenly he felt a stirring in his underwear. He was getting a hard on.
“No, thanks, I better be going, I have an early morning.”
“OK, thanks again.”
She followed him to the door and when he walked out she closed it behind him and leaned against it.
He had stared at her tits, she was sure about it. Men usually did that, and she was used to it, but she hadn’t expected Robert Madsen to do it, he had known her for years.
She went back to the kitchen and finished making the popcorn and grabbed a soda can from the fridge.
She watched her series but had problems concentrating. Her mind drifted back to the much older man checking out her boobs. How old was he? Fifty maybe? Christ, what a dirty old man, she thought.
Mrs. Madsen was a good looking woman, tall, brunette and always well dressed. What would he want with her? Well, he was a man after all, and they all ogled women. She went back to her show and ate her popcorn.
Robert stood in the bathroom looking down at his erect cock. It stood straight up and there was a drop of pre-cum on the tip. He wiped it off with a piece of toilet paper and thought about jerking off. His eyes moved from his cock to the large mirror in front of him.
At forty-seven he was still fit and only had a little grey hair. His shoulders were broad and his arms strong from playing squash twice a week. He sighed and picked up his toothbrush. By the time had had finished with his teeth his cock was limp again.
When he laid down in the king sized bed and turned off the light he thought about Ellen. She was three years younger and their sex life sucked. In the beginning, when they had begun their life together they had made love several times a week, and also fucked. There was a difference between the two. Making love they did in the bedroom at night, with the lights off.
They fucked on the kitchen table, in their first car, and on the sofa in the living room. He liked both; it all depended on the moment. She had been horny as a bitch in heat in those days, sucking his cock, letting him fuck her in the ass and they enjoyed porn on Saturday nights. Then came the kids, careers, and the sex ended.
Even though he had paid for nips and tucks and a boobs job it never went back to how it used to be. They still slept in the same bed, and would cuddle at night. When he tried to slip his hand between her thighs she would push it away saying she was tired. He respected her and went to sleep. But, he was a man, and he needed sex. He had been good, and never cheated on her.
Not that he lacked opportunities. Women were attracted to him, and several at the firm he worked at had come on to him over the years. So, why couldn’t he get Brenda out of his mind? He felt like a dirty old man, as his cock grew hard again under the sheet. He turned over on his stomach and tried to push her out of his mind, but she came back.
Her boobs under the T-shirt, her smile, her big brown eyes behind the glasses, her small hand in his when she shook it goodbye. The way her ass had moved when she had walked away from his door, it drove him crazy.
He got up and went into the bathroom where he quickly jerked off and felt worse afterwards.
The following morning Brenda locked the door to the apartment and made her way to the elevator. It was just before eight in the morning and she was on her way to her first class that day.
As she waited for the lift she heard the door to Robert Madsen’s apartment open. She turned just in time to see Robert come out. He wore a black suit and a white shirt. His tie was dark blue and his hair was still wet from the shower. His after-shave floated in the air and she breathed in the smell of it.
“Oh, hi, good morning,” he said when he saw her.
“Good morning. Off to work?”
He walked up to her. “Yeah, another day at the office. You are up early?”
“I have to take the subway since my dad isn’t here.”
“You don’t have a license yet?”
She giggled. “I have failed twice.”
“Where is your University?”
She gave him the name, and he said, “I can drive you if you want?”
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to be late for work.”
“No problem, I have no meetings this morning.”
They rode the elevator in silence and when they got out and he led the way to the Maserati.
“Wow, my dad told me you had bought a sports car. It is beautiful.”
She let her hand slide along the soft lines of the car as she walked to the passenger seat.
“It’s a GT3200, and my baby,” he said, as he unlocked the car with the remote.
When Brenda sat down the leather seat it seemed to wrap itself around her. She held her backpack in her lap and when Robert turned on the engine it came to life with a growl.
“Wow, that is amazing,” she said.
She could feel the vibrations in her body and it felt good. Her parents drove BMW’s, and even though they were nice cars, they were not an Italian thoroughbred.
Robert carefully reversed out and when he accelerated towards the exit Brenda squealed.
“Oh my God, it’s so fast!
“Yes, it is.”
At the first stop light, Robert stole a glance at the young women next to him. She was looking out the window. Brenda wore a simple summer dress that had ridden up on her thighs exposing firm legs that were nicely tanned.
She had a deep cleavage and her thick hair was pinned on top of her head, with some ringlets falling down on either side of her face. It made her look extremely sexy, and Robert’s cock came to life.
“So, how’s school?” he said, as the light turned green.
“Fine I guess, it’s not as hard in the summer. I think the professors give us a condensed version of the curriculum.”
“Yeah, they do.”
Brenda leaned forward and turned on the radio. When she did her dress came away from her body and Robert saw that she didn’t wear a bra. He swallowed hard and concentrated on the driving.
Twenty minutes later he stopped outside the University and said, “Here we are. Have a good day, and I might see you later.
She opened the car door, but before closing it, she said, “Thank you so much, Robert.”
He watched her walk fast up the steps, her hips swinging and the dress riding up the backside of her thighs.
Robert sighed and put the car in gear.
Brenda smiled as she took the last step and headed for the entrance doors. She had seen in the reflection from the window how Robert had checked her out. At first, she had thought it was creepy, but then she felt happy. Many guys stared at her, and it wasn’t unusual that they would ask for her name or a phone number. The cool thing about Robert was that he had known her since she was just a kid, and had now realized she had become a woman.
Her first class was Economics and it was a snooze fest. The professor went on and on about demand and supply curves and how this and the other affected them positively or negatively.
Brenda let her mind drift back to the ride in the Maserati. Usually, she didn’t wear dresses, but for some reason that morning, when she had opened her wardrobe it had been the first things she had seen. Maybe it was fate that Robert would see her in it.
She had bought it the previous summer when she had met Derek while on vacation with her parents. They had rented a house on the beach in Florida, and Derek had been staying with his parents a few houses down. He was a year older than her and had quickly seduced the impressionable Brenda. He had bought her beer and taken her to see the sunset.
One thing quickly led to another and one night she found herself in his car stroking his cock. She had no idea how it had happened. They were just kissing and then suddenly she had his shaft in her hand. It was hard and soft at the same time. When Derek gently pushed her head down she didn’t at first understand what he wanted.
“Please, just kiss it,” he begged.
When it dawn on her what was about to happen she had sat up straight in the front seat.
“No, I won’t do it.”
“C’mon, everyone does it.”
“No.”
After a lot of begging, she had finally agreed to kiss the tip, which she did. Then she jerked him off until he squirted and her hand was covered in his hot cum.
She was easily seduced and a week later Derek had fucked her in the back seat. With one leg on the backrest and the other on the floor she lay on her back. He had pulled up her dress and then moved her panties to the side and penetrated her. There was a sharp pain, and then she felt his body on top of hers and he thrust back and forth for a while.
When had he pulled out his cock and moaned, she knew it was over. Her panties was covered in his cum, and she felt dirty. Derek had a big grin on his face and was happy as a lark.
They did it twice more that week, and the last time it was OK. She had ridden him on the beach one night in the sand. The moon was up and when he slid into her, she had actually enjoyed it. Brenda could control the speed and the depth, and she had been close to coming, but not reached that beautiful place.
So, now when she knew Robert was interested in her she wondered how it would be to have sex with a real man and not someone her own age.
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Then she realized what she was contemplating and felt guilty. He had a family, and they were friends with hers.
When the class was over she met with Laura, and they headed for the cafeteria. They found a table in a quiet corner and after leaving their bags on the chairs they walked over to the service area. Lauren ordered a mint tea and a brownie while Brenda chose black coffee and a bagel with cheese.
“How was class?” asked Laura when they had sat down.
Her deep brown eyes and dark complexion were the results of her parent's mixed background. Her mother was from Texas but her father was from Guatemala. They had met at the same hotel where they both worked and fallen in love.
“What do you think? It was Mr. Hulka’s economics 101, what a snooze fest.”
Laura laughed. “Oh, I remember him. Trust me, it doesn’t get better.”
“That’s what I thought. I usually sit on the last row so I can close my eyes a bit.”
“Be careful, though he might drone on forever but he has a keen eye for people ignoring him.”
“Thanks for the heads up. How’s Rick?”
At the sound of her boyfriend’s name, Laura grinned. “God, he keeps me up all night.”
“Studying, I suppose,” said Brenda with a sly smile.
“I wish. But seriously, I love him, and if he wants to make me happy in bed at all hours, I’m fine with that.”
“Good for you.”
They caught up with the latest gossip, which was a lot, considering they had seen each other only eighteen hours earlier.
Brenda wasn’t sure about how to bring up the topic of Robert with her friend. She didn’t want to tell her the whole truth, just enough so she could get some pointers. Laura had a lot more experience with men than Brenda.
“Have you ever dated an older guy?” she finally said.
“Sure, last year a saw a guy who was in his early thirties, with a fantastic body and an amazing stamina. I love Rick, but this dude, God, he could do it three or four times in a row if he wanted too.”
“So you would recommend it?”
“Sure, who is it?”
“Oh, just a guy I met from around where I live”
At this, Laura raised her eyebrows. Her family was not as well of as Brenda’s. The difference in disposable family income was like the difference between a lake and a sea.
“So, he is rich?”
“Yeah, I guess. But that’s not the point.”
Laura finished her brownie and wiped her mouth with a paper napkin. “What is it then?”
“Well, he is a lot older than I.”
“Is he married?”
Brenda looked down at the table and when Laura noticed her friend blushing she said, “You are such a slut. He is married, isn’t he?”
“Yeah, and almost fifty.”
“Wow, that is fucked up. What are you going to do?”
“That was what I was hoping you could help me out with.”
“I don’t mess around with married men. It’s too much sneaking around, and I don’t like it. As far as the age difference, I guess I could live with that as long as he is decently fit, and doesn’t try to be my dad, or worse, grandfather.”
Brenda laughed. “No, no, this guy is cool, for his age, I mean.”
“OK, then the only decision you have to make is if you want to be a homewrecker or not.”
“The wife might not find out?” Brenda said with a weak smile.
“They always do, always.”
“Shit!”
“My advice is, stay away from him.”
When they had finished their drinks they split up and went to their classes. Brenda’s day ended earlier so she took the subway home in the afternoon, and spent most of the ride thinking about what to do with Robert. In the end, she left it to him. If he made a move, then she would act, but she wasn’t going to be the one starting it.
Robert had meetings all afternoon so at six when he finally took the elevator down to the garage in the building he worked he was bone tired. His head spun from all the numbers he had seen and his throat was dry from all the talking.
He started his car and a smile grew on his lips. He loved the sound of the engine and as he accelerated up the ramp and the sound bounced off the concrete walls, a shiver ran down his back.
When he had closed the door to his apartment he changed into a pair of loose-fitting shorts and a tank top. In the kitchen, he made a large vodka tonic and then went out onto the balcony.
He looked out over the city and sipped from his drink. There was music coming from the next door apartment and he leaned out a bit so he could see around the wall. Brenda was lying on a sunbed taking in the last rays of the day.
She only wore the bottom part of a white bikini and her tanned skin looked like satin. Her boobs were young and firm and stood up invitingly. She was facing away from him and he could see the smooth outline of her pussy. He licked his lips and took a longer drink.
Brenda moved a little and Robert wished he was standing at the other end of her balcony because then he could have seen between her legs. His cock grew hard in his shorts and using his left hand he grabbed his shaft and began to stroke it slowly.
He put the glass on top of the balcony railing and then used his right hand to massage his balls. It didn’t take long before the first contractions made themselves known and his legs buckled. He moved a little and that’s when his elbow pushed the glass and it fell down onto the street below.
“Fuck!” he shouted.
Brenda who had been half asleep heard the word and whipped around to see who was standing behind her but she only saw a flash of a face before it disappeared behind the wall separating her apartment from the Madsen’s. But she had recognised it as Roberts.
Had he been spying on her, and why had he sworn, she wondered
A second later she understood why because someone shouted up from the street below and she could clearly make out the words.
‘You fucking idiot, you almost killed me.’
Robert had moved back and then walked inside. His cock stung after not being able to come and was still rock hard. He quickly finished what he had started and used toilet paper to clean off his shaft and cockhead. After washing his hands he went back to the kitchen and made another drink.
That had been too close, he thought. He wondered if Brenda had seen him, or if he had been fast enough. With some luck, he had.
As he was pouring the tonic into the glass the door bell sounded. Shit, he thought. It was either the doorman telling him to stop throwing glasses over the balcony or Brenda telling him she would inform her parents about what a pervert he was.
He swallowed hard and went to face the music.
Brenda was nervous. She was standing outside Robert’s door clutching her Finance book to her chest. She had changed from the bikini to a pair of peach coloured shorts that showed more of her ass than hid it. On top she wore a large T-shirt that insisted on sliding down either of her shoulders, depending on how she stood. She wore no bra and no shoes. Her hair was loose and hung down her front and back.
When Robert opened the door Brenda smiled up at him.
“Yes?” he said.
“I was wondering, Mr. Madsen, if you could help me with a couple of things. I am taking Finance this year and there are a few concepts I don’t understand.”
Robert stared at the young woman. She was so beautiful and looked innocent. Her smile, silky skin, perfect body, and that long hair that he wanted to touch. Obviously, she hadn’t seen him, and now the poor thing wanted help. He felt like a pervert for spying on her, but he didn’t care. All he was doing was helping her, that’s all. No harm in that, he thought.
“Sure, come on in.”
“Thank you.”
When she brushed passed him he could swear her fingertips touched the area of his shorts where his cock was.
Brenda walked ahead and felt how Robert’s gaze burned into her ass. She put a bit of extra sway into her steps and she smiled. When she had passed him she had felt his cock through his shorts and it had turned her on, even more than knowing he had been spying on her.
“Please, have a seat,” said Robert and indicated the sofa.
He sat down next to her and then Brenda put the book on the coffee table and opened it to a page she had marked with a post-it note.
“I don’t get that,” she said and pointed with a small finger with red nail polish.
This close he could smell her perfume. It was intoxicating, young, fresh, fruity, and totally dangerous.
“Mm, OK, let me read what it says, and then I’ll try to explain it to you.”
He picked up the book and leaned back. Brenda did the same and they were so close their arms and shoulders touched.
Robert glanced over at her and saw her nipples against the fabric of her T-shirt. They looked small and very hard. His cock reacted to what his eyes had seen and he swore in his mind. This was not the time to get a hard on.
Brenda caught the slight movement from under Robert’s shorts and knew what was happening. She turned slightly towards him and then placed a hand on his crotch.
Robert jerked when her hand landed on his semi-erect cock.
“What are you doing?” he said, staring at her.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you wanted this. Isn’t it why you were looking at me before?”
“Oh, shit. You saw me.”
Her fingers began to massage his shaft and the result was that it grew hard. Brenda was surprised at the size of it. It was thicker and longer than Derek’s.
“Yeah, I did.”
Robert tried to move away a bit, but she moved after him.
“We can’t do this,” he said.
“Why not? I won’t tell.”
Although every inch of his body wanted to fuck this young woman, Robert was not an idiot. He knew very well what that kind of action could lead to; divorce, child support, and so on. He was a risk analyst at work, and he was very good at his job. Sadly, he also had a cock, and right then, it took over from his brain.
He let go of a long sigh at the exact same moment his cock head peeked out from under the shorts.
“Oh my, someone wants to come out and play,” said Brenda, her voice husky.
Robert didn’t answer. He had decided to let her take control if the shit hit the fan, he could at least say that Brenda had started it. He had been drunk, and only tried to help her with school work and she had taken advantage of him. He knew it was a weak excuse, but that was all he could muster as he watched Brenda lowering her head and gently took out his cock.
As the soft cockhead slid into her mouth Brenda sighed. It tasted so good and was so hard. She went down as far as she could, and then slowly up again until she only had the head in her mouth. Her tongue played around it, and each time she hit that special spot below the head, Robert would make a small gasp.
When she tasted the first drop of pre-cum, she stopped and sat up. Taking off her T-shirt and then her shorts she straddled him.
Robert looked up at her and when she leaned in they met in a long wet kiss. He quickly took off his tank top and her breasts pressed against his naked skin. They were so firm and soft at the same time. His hands moved up and he pinched the nipples, which drew a long sigh from Brenda.
He stopped kissing her and lowered his head so he could kiss and suck her boobs and when he did, he caught sight of her pussy, hairless, inviting and so cute.
“I got to lick that,” he said.
Brenda knew what he meant and giggled. “Go ahead.”
She got off him and Robert moved onto the floor so he was kneeling between her legs. His strong hands moved gently up her inner thighs followed by his face. He used his thumbs to spread her pussy lips and then began to lick her.
“Oh yes, mmm, that feels so good, Mr. Madsen.”
Her hands grabbed his head and pushed him hard against her cunt. Robert found her clit with his tongue and took it between his lips and sucked on it gently. Her moans and gasps became louder and her hips began to push harder against him.
He loved the taste of her young sex, and when she began showing signs of coming he pulled back.
Brenda looked down at the man between her legs. Her breath came in gasps and her eyes were half closed.
“Please don’t stop, keep doing what you did.”
“Later,” he said.
While she watched he stood up and helped her to turn around so she was on her knees on the sofa and was resting her arms and head against the backrest.
Her ass was perfectly round and when Robert grabbed his shaft and pushed it against her slit, she opened up and he slid all the way inside her.
“Oh, what a cock, mmm, I love it,” she moaned.
Robert was a bit surprised. He had expected her to be tighter, but that meant she had had cock before and he didn’t have to worry about being gentle with her. He put his hand on her waist and began to fuck her deep and hard, but not fast. A steady rhythm, that brought her closer to an orgasm for every second that past.
Brenda dug her nails into the sofa and bit her lower lip. God, this man could fuck. Derek had been like a bunny, doing it fast, but Robert, with his deep slow thrusts, made it feel so much better.
She looked at him over her shoulder and saw that his eyes were glued to hers.
“I have wanted to do this for a long time,” he managed to moan between thrusts.
Brenda opened her mouth to say something but at that moment her orgasm overpowered her and the word turned into a long moan that ended in loud gasps.
Her pussy grabbed his cock and held it like a vice while she let go of herself. Robert kept on pumping as best he could, and his own orgasm was about to explode out of him.
Brenda felt dirty and slutty, and she loved it. What she was doing was so forbidden, so dangerous, and so delicious. She had to end it with something special, she thought.
From the moans and groans, she knew he was on the verge of coming so she moved away from him and turned around.
His cock slid out of her and he was about to protest when she took it in her mouth and sucked it.
Watching the young woman on her knees with his cock deep in her mouth Robert couldn’t hold back any longer. With a long outdrawn moan, he closed his eyes and let it go.
She had never swallowed before and when it hit the back of her throat, Brenda was surprised at the force and warmth of it. She did the best she could, but there was just too much of it and it escaped from the sides of her mouth.
“That looks so sexy,” said Robert when Brenda wiped some cum from either side of her chin.
She let go of his cock with a sucking sound and breathed in hard.
“God, man, don’t you jerk off?” she said.
Robert laughed. “I just did, five minutes before you came over. Why?”
“You had so much of it, just look at me.”
It had dripped down onto her boobs and ran down onto her belly. Using her hands she tried to wipe it off but to no avail.
“The bathroom is down the corridor, you are welcome to take a shower.”
“Thanks.”
When she walked away from him Robert leaned back and watched her move. There was something in her that reminded him of the Maserati, the soft curves, the agile movements, the power and most of all, the beauty. It was too bad he couldn’t park her to his car down in the garage. He laughed at his own joke and then got up and walked into the kitchen.
When Brenda had finished in the bathroom she walked out naked and found Robert in the kitchen where he handed her a cold beer.
“No time for that. I want you to fuck me like you drive that car of yours, hard and fast.”
A grin spread on Robert's face and he said, “I’ll keep you red-lining all night, baby doll.”
When the class was over she met with Laura, and they headed for the cafeteria. They found a table in a quiet corner and after leaving their bags on the chairs they walked over to the service area. Lauren ordered a mint tea and a brownie while Brenda chose black coffee and a bagel with cheese.
“How was class?” asked Laura when they had sat down.
Her deep brown eyes and dark complexion were the results of her parent's mixed background. Her mother was from Texas but her father was from Guatemala. They had met at the same hotel where they both worked and fallen in love.
“What do you think? It was Mr. Hulka’s economics 101, what a snooze fest.”
Laura laughed. “Oh, I remember him. Trust me, it doesn’t get better.”
“That’s what I thought. I usually sit on the last row so I can close my eyes a bit.”
“Be careful, though he might drone on forever but he has a keen eye for people ignoring him.”
“Thanks for the heads up. How’s Rick?”
At the sound of her boyfriend’s name, Laura grinned. “God, he keeps me up all night.”
“Studying, I suppose,” said Brenda with a sly smile.
“I wish. But seriously, I love him, and if he wants to make me happy in bed at all hours, I’m fine with that.”
“Good for you.”
They caught up with the latest gossip, which was a lot, considering they had seen each other only eighteen hours earlier.
Brenda wasn’t sure about how to bring up the topic of Robert with her friend. She didn’t want to tell her the whole truth, just enough so she could get some pointers. Laura had a lot more experience with men than Brenda.
“Have you ever dated an older guy?” she finally said.
“Sure, last year a saw a guy who was in his early thirties, with a fantastic body and an amazing stamina. I love Rick, but this dude, God, he could do it three or four times in a row if he wanted too.”
“So you would recommend it?”
“Sure, who is it?”
“Oh, just a guy I met from around where I live”
At this, Laura raised her eyebrows. Her family was not as well of as Brenda’s. The difference in disposable family income was like the difference between a lake and a sea.
“So, he is rich?”
“Yeah, I guess. But that’s not the point.”
Laura finished her brownie and wiped her mouth with a paper napkin. “What is it then?”
“Well, he is a lot older than I.”
“Is he married?”
Brenda looked down at the table and when Laura noticed her friend blushing she said, “You are such a slut. He is married, isn’t he?”
“Yeah, and almost fifty.”
“Wow, that is fucked up. What are you going to do?”
“That was what I was hoping you could help me out with.”
“I don’t mess around with married men. It’s too much sneaking around, and I don’t like it. As far as the age difference, I guess I could live with that as long as he is decently fit, and doesn’t try to be my dad, or worse, grandfather.”
Brenda laughed. “No, no, this guy is cool, for his age, I mean.”
“OK, then the only decision you have to make is if you want to be a homewrecker or not.”
“The wife might not find out?” Brenda said with a weak smile.
“They always do, always.”
“Shit!”
“My advice is, stay away from him.”
When they had finished their drinks they split up and went to their classes. Brenda’s day ended earlier so she took the subway home in the afternoon, and spent most of the ride thinking about what to do with Robert. In the end, she left it to him. If he made a move, then she would act, but she wasn’t going to be the one starting it.
Robert had meetings all afternoon so at six when he finally took the elevator down to the garage in the building he worked he was bone tired. His head spun from all the numbers he had seen and his throat was dry from all the talking.
He started his car and a smile grew on his lips. He loved the sound of the engine and as he accelerated up the ramp and the sound bounced off the concrete walls, a shiver ran down his back.
When he had closed the door to his apartment he changed into a pair of loose-fitting shorts and a tank top. In the kitchen, he made a large vodka tonic and then went out onto the balcony.
He looked out over the city and sipped from his drink. There was music coming from the next door apartment and he leaned out a bit so he could see around the wall. Brenda was lying on a sunbed taking in the last rays of the day.
She only wore the bottom part of a white bikini and her tanned skin looked like satin. Her boobs were young and firm and stood up invitingly. She was facing away from him and he could see the smooth outline of her pussy. He licked his lips and took a longer drink.
Brenda moved a little and Robert wished he was standing at the other end of her balcony because then he could have seen between her legs. His cock grew hard in his shorts and using his left hand he grabbed his shaft and began to stroke it slowly.
He put the glass on top of the balcony railing and then used his right hand to massage his balls. It didn’t take long before the first contractions made themselves known and his legs buckled. He moved a little and that’s when his elbow pushed the glass and it fell down onto the street below.
“Fuck!” he shouted.
Brenda who had been half asleep heard the word and whipped around to see who was standing behind her but she only saw a flash of a face before it disappeared behind the wall separating her apartment from the Madsen’s. But she had recognised it as Roberts.
Had he been spying on her, and why had he sworn, she wondered
A second later she understood why because someone shouted up from the street below and she could clearly make out the words.
‘You fucking idiot, you almost killed me.’
Robert had moved back and then walked inside. His cock stung after not being able to come and was still rock hard. He quickly finished what he had started and used toilet paper to clean off his shaft and cockhead. After washing his hands he went back to the kitchen and made another drink.
That had been too close, he thought. He wondered if Brenda had seen him, or if he had been fast enough. With some luck, he had.
As he was pouring the tonic into the glass the door bell sounded. Shit, he thought. It was either the doorman telling him to stop throwing glasses over the balcony or Brenda telling him she would inform her parents about what a pervert he was.
He swallowed hard and went to face the music.
Brenda was nervous. She was standing outside Robert’s door clutching her Finance book to her chest. She had changed from the bikini to a pair of peach coloured shorts that showed more of her ass than hid it. On top she wore a large T-shirt that insisted on sliding down either of her shoulders, depending on how she stood. She wore no bra and no shoes. Her hair was loose and hung down her front and back.
When Robert opened the door Brenda smiled up at him.
“Yes?” he said.
“I was wondering, Mr. Madsen, if you could help me with a couple of things. I am taking Finance this year and there are a few concepts I don’t understand.”
Robert stared at the young woman. She was so beautiful and looked innocent. Her smile, silky skin, perfect body, and that long hair that he wanted to touch. Obviously, she hadn’t seen him, and now the poor thing wanted help. He felt like a pervert for spying on her, but he didn’t care. All he was doing was helping her, that’s all. No harm in that, he thought.
“Sure, come on in.”
“Thank you.”
When she brushed passed him he could swear her fingertips touched the area of his shorts where his cock was.
Brenda walked ahead and felt how Robert’s gaze burned into her ass. She put a bit of extra sway into her steps and she smiled. When she had passed him she had felt his cock through his shorts and it had turned her on, even more than knowing he had been spying on her.
“Please, have a seat,” said Robert and indicated the sofa.
He sat down next to her and then Brenda put the book on the coffee table and opened it to a page she had marked with a post-it note.
“I don’t get that,” she said and pointed with a small finger with red nail polish.
This close he could smell her perfume. It was intoxicating, young, fresh, fruity, and totally dangerous.
“Mm, OK, let me read what it says, and then I’ll try to explain it to you.”
He picked up the book and leaned back. Brenda did the same and they were so close their arms and shoulders touched.
Robert glanced over at her and saw her nipples against the fabric of her T-shirt. They looked small and very hard. His cock reacted to what his eyes had seen and he swore in his mind. This was not the time to get a hard on.
Brenda caught the slight movement from under Robert’s shorts and knew what was happening. She turned slightly towards him and then placed a hand on his crotch.
Robert jerked when her hand landed on his semi-erect cock.
“What are you doing?” he said, staring at her.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you wanted this. Isn’t it why you were looking at me before?”
“Oh, shit. You saw me.”
Her fingers began to massage his shaft and the result was that it grew hard. Brenda was surprised at the size of it. It was thicker and longer than Derek’s.
“Yeah, I did.”
Robert tried to move away a bit, but she moved after him.
“We can’t do this,” he said.
“Why not? I won’t tell.”
Although every inch of his body wanted to fuck this young woman, Robert was not an idiot. He knew very well what that kind of action could lead to; divorce, child support, and so on. He was a risk analyst at work, and he was very good at his job. Sadly, he also had a cock, and right then, it took over from his brain.
He let go of a long sigh at the exact same moment his cock head peeked out from under the shorts.
“Oh my, someone wants to come out and play,” said Brenda, her voice husky.
Robert didn’t answer. He had decided to let her take control if the shit hit the fan, he could at least say that Brenda had started it. He had been drunk, and only tried to help her with school work and she had taken advantage of him. He knew it was a weak excuse, but that was all he could muster as he watched Brenda lowering her head and gently took out his cock.
As the soft cockhead slid into her mouth Brenda sighed. It tasted so good and was so hard. She went down as far as she could, and then slowly up again until she only had the head in her mouth. Her tongue played around it, and each time she hit that special spot below the head, Robert would make a small gasp.
When she tasted the first drop of pre-cum, she stopped and sat up. Taking off her T-shirt and then her shorts she straddled him.
Robert looked up at her and when she leaned in they met in a long wet kiss. He quickly took off his tank top and her breasts pressed against his naked skin. They were so firm and soft at the same time. His hands moved up and he pinched the nipples, which drew a long sigh from Brenda.
He stopped kissing her and lowered his head so he could kiss and suck her boobs and when he did, he caught sight of her pussy, hairless, inviting and so cute.
“I got to lick that,” he said.
Brenda knew what he meant and giggled. “Go ahead.”
She got off him and Robert moved onto the floor so he was kneeling between her legs. His strong hands moved gently up her inner thighs followed by his face. He used his thumbs to spread her pussy lips and then began to lick her.
“Oh yes, mmm, that feels so good, Mr. Madsen.”
Her hands grabbed his head and pushed him hard against her cunt. Robert found her clit with his tongue and took it between his lips and sucked on it gently. Her moans and gasps became louder and her hips began to push harder against him.
He loved the taste of her young sex, and when she began showing signs of coming he pulled back.
Brenda looked down at the man between her legs. Her breath came in gasps and her eyes were half closed.
“Please don’t stop, keep doing what you did.”
“Later,” he said.
While she watched he stood up and helped her to turn around so she was on her knees on the sofa and was resting her arms and head against the backrest.
Her ass was perfectly round and when Robert grabbed his shaft and pushed it against her slit, she opened up and he slid all the way inside her.
“Oh, what a cock, mmm, I love it,” she moaned.
Robert was a bit surprised. He had expected her to be tighter, but that meant she had had cock before and he didn’t have to worry about being gentle with her. He put his hand on her waist and began to fuck her deep and hard, but not fast. A steady rhythm, that brought her closer to an orgasm for every second that past.
Brenda dug her nails into the sofa and bit her lower lip. God, this man could fuck. Derek had been like a bunny, doing it fast, but Robert, with his deep slow thrusts, made it feel so much better.
She looked at him over her shoulder and saw that his eyes were glued to hers.
“I have wanted to do this for a long time,” he managed to moan between thrusts.
Brenda opened her mouth to say something but at that moment her orgasm overpowered her and the word turned into a long moan that ended in loud gasps.
Her pussy grabbed his cock and held it like a vice while she let go of herself. Robert kept on pumping as best he could, and his own orgasm was about to explode out of him.
Brenda felt dirty and slutty, and she loved it. What she was doing was so forbidden, so dangerous, and so delicious. She had to end it with something special, she thought.
From the moans and groans, she knew he was on the verge of coming so she moved away from him and turned around.
His cock slid out of her and he was about to protest when she took it in her mouth and sucked it.
Watching the young woman on her knees with his cock deep in her mouth Robert couldn’t hold back any longer. With a long outdrawn moan, he closed his eyes and let it go.
She had never swallowed before and when it hit the back of her throat, Brenda was surprised at the force and warmth of it. She did the best she could, but there was just too much of it and it escaped from the sides of her mouth.
“That looks so sexy,” said Robert when Brenda wiped some cum from either side of her chin.
She let go of his cock with a sucking sound and breathed in hard.
“God, man, don’t you jerk off?” she said.
Robert laughed. “I just did, five minutes before you came over. Why?”
“You had so much of it, just look at me.”
It had dripped down onto her boobs and ran down onto her belly. Using her hands she tried to wipe it off but to no avail.
“The bathroom is down the corridor, you are welcome to take a shower.”
“Thanks.”
When she walked away from him Robert leaned back and watched her move. There was something in her that reminded him of the Maserati, the soft curves, the agile movements, the power and most of all, the beauty. It was too bad he couldn’t park her to his car down in the garage. He laughed at his own joke and then got up and walked into the kitchen.
When Brenda had finished in the bathroom she walked out naked and found Robert in the kitchen where he handed her a cold beer.
“No time for that. I want you to fuck me like you drive that car of yours, hard and fast.”
A grin spread on Robert's face and he said, “I’ll keep you red-lining all night, baby doll.”
