They were like two teenagers as they left the bar. Holding hands, laughing, snuggling, occasionally a not-so-hidden grope of an ass.

Justin was feeling happy. Actually happy for the first time in how long, he didn't know. Something was nagging at him, though, and he knew he would have to get some clarification before things progressed past the point of no return.

But for the moment, he was simply enjoying the jealous looks of every other man in the bar as he escorted this beautiful younger woman out on his arm. It was a cliché, he knew. The older man with the younger woman. It screamed 'Mid-life crisis.' Honestly, at this moment, he didn't care. He kept looking at Sarah and wondering what he had done to be rewarded with her this evening.

The music was too loud to hear her, but he could see her lips moving. He leaned closer to her, as she was about a foot shorter than he was. He hadn't been able to gauge her height when she was sitting down, but now that they were both standing, he realized the size difference, and it only turned him on more.

As he got his ear closer to her lips, he could feel her warm breath on his neck. It sent shivers through his body. He also noticed that she smelled wonderful. Fresh, clean, with a hint of what he could only describe as sex. It radiated off of her.

Then he decided he should pay attention to what she was saying, but it was hard to concentrate on that simple task with all that was raging through his body and his head. His blood was pumping so fast through his body that the roar of it in his ears competed with the music and sounds of the bar. He realized he couldn't hear her. Instead of trying to communicate, he simply turned his head, planted his lips on hers, and kissed her.

She froze. He feared he had overstepped already. Then, her arms wrapped around his neck, her lips pressed back against his, and her legs lifted and wrapped around his waist. He stood up straight, lifting her in his arms, his hands going to her pert, tight little ass, and they melted into each other. Everything else disappeared. The sound, the people, the bar, the world. It all faded away, and there was only them. Two bodies folding space and time into one being and moment. Locked together and frozen.

Their tongues battled in their mouths, trying to be in charge. To taste each other. To experience the other fully. He could feel the heat off of her; it radiated like a fire pit, but he wasn't afraid of being burned. As a matter of fact, he was ready to walk through fire for this woman.

Finally, the tapping on his shoulder registered, and he broke their kiss to turn to the person addressing him.

They were in the way of the incoming traffic. He heard someone yell, "Get a fucking room! But invite us too."

They both laughed as she slid down his body. When her body brushed over his throbbing cock, he almost came in his pants.

She leaned in close, reached between them to hide her hand, gripped his shaft through his pants, and said, "Not yet, you don't. This first dose is mine, and I will not be denied...Daddy." She giggled, and he almost came anyway. But he started to think about anything else to get his mind off the impending explosion.

Sarah grabbed his hand, turned, and led him outside. "Did you drive?" she asked.

Now that he could finally hear her voice without all the background noise, he stopped and gave her hand a little pull to turn her around.

"Yes, I drove. My car is this way," he nodded his head to show her where. "But first, a few things we need to get straight."

She looked up at him with her beautiful, blue eyes, one hand in her jacket pocket, the other resting comfortably in his hand.

"Of course, Daddy. What do you want to know?" she asked.

Every time she called him that, he melted and hardened at the same time.

"Okay, first, how old are you really?" Regardless of how perfect this all seemed, he had seen those TV shows and didn't need some camera crew breaking into his front door ten minutes after he got undressed.

She smiled up at him, reached into her wallet, and pulled out her driver's license. "I''m twenty-two, today as a matter of fact. But you should know that, Daddy." She laughed a little at her own comment.

He took a close look at her date of birth and did the math in his head. She was telling him the truth. She just looked like she was still only seventeen. And her voice was a bit high and sounded young as well. He just knew he was in trouble.

"Next, before I go off half-cocked..." he started, but she reached out to squeeze the lump in his pants and said, "Oh, I think you are going off whole-cocked."

He groaned and laughed at the same time. She had him there...literally.

He pulled her hand away, reluctantly, and continued. "As I was saying, this is all real, right? I'm not dreaming or hallucinating? Or even worse, you slipped a drug in my drink, and I'm going to wake up tomorrow with my wallet and kidney missing?"

She shimmied up to him with her slim to no hips, put both hands on his chest, went up on her toes, grabbed his jacket, pulled him into her so their faces were less than an inch apart...her breath blowing into his mouth, and said, "This is real. Everything I said in that bar is true. I am not trying to scam you, old man. I can appreciate your caution, but to be honest, I am so turned on right now that there are two options. One, we find your car, I spend the drive home sucking your cock while you finger my soaking wet pussy so we can roll into your house and have the most incredible night of love-making you have ever had in your life. Or two, you take your overly cautious butt home alone, and I go find a homeless man in an alley, and he has the most incredible night of his life. Because I am just that horny. So, which is it going to be?"

His libido suddenly cold-cocked his logical brain; he picked her up in his arms and carried her to his car. There was no way he was going to let this woman go again. When he lifted her, she took his face in her hands, pulling him to her so they could kiss as he walked.

There was only a twenty percent chance he was going to make it home with the load of cum currently in his balls. The strain in his pants was reaching painful plateaus. As he approached his car, it unlocked the doors for him, thankfully, because he didn't want to let her go. She reached down and opened the door for him. Then he gently placed her in the passenger seat as if he were handling a crystal chandelier.

Before he could back away and close the door, she reached up and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out of the opening. She had to man-handle it as he was so hard and it didn't want to bend. The wrestling of it was almost enough to make him explode in his underwear. It was only his desire to see it splash on her body that kept him from releasing what felt like the largest load he had ever had.

She finally released it from its prison and wasted no time taking the head into her mouth. Justin looked around the parking lot to make sure that no one was watching them. Not that he would mind. It would be worth it if someone actually saw this lovely goddess sucking him off. She wrapped her lips around the head, going down to the rim of his helmet, licking all around the head, making sure to tickle the slit on the top.

His hands went to her head, and he held her face as his hips took on a life of their own. He was humping her mouth, trying to get his cock in deeper. It was chilly out, and her mouth felt like a sauna in comparison. Not to mention, her tongue was like magic in how it found all the sensitive spots. Almost as if she had known him for her whole life. As if she were made for him.

She was in control, though. Her hands were fondling his balls as she sucked the head. She was keeping him at just the right distance to arouse but not make cum.

Her short hair was soft in his fingers. He was stroking her head while whispering, "Yes, baby girl. Yes, my sweet princess. Just like that. You know what your Daddy likes. It's almost like we were made for each other. Designed to fit each other perfectly. Please, don't ever stop." He was almost begging, whining for her to continue. His hips kept trying to fuck her sweet lips, but still, she resisted him.

"I was made by you, Daddy. I'm your special girl. And thank you for calling me your princess. I want to be your everything. I know you want to cum...I can feel it boiling in your balls. But not here. Soon, Daddy. Very soon. We are going to do this right. We will seal the deal, and you will have me forever." As soon as she stopped talking, she leaned in, opened her lips wide, and slid them down his cock, engulfing it, burying her nose in the fly of his pants. Then she squeezed, almost painfully, at the base of his shaft to prevent him from cumming down her throat.

As she pulled off him, the cold air hit his penis, stimulating every nerve from the tip to the base. He just stood there for a moment, still not believing his luck, and wondering how he was going to thank the Universe for this wonderful gift of being in the right place at the right time.

"Daddy?" she looked up at him from the car seat, "Get in the car and take me home, please?"

Justin was so dazed by everything that happened in just the past few minutes that he didn't even bother to try to put himself back together. He just wandered around the car with his hard cock bouncing in front of him. It almost felt like it was leading him along. He thought for a brief moment that if he let it, his penis could probably drive them home. It suddenly had a mind of its own. He didn't even recognize it as he had never seen it so engorged before.

He got in the car, and she slid over, sitting on the armrest so she could lean against him, snuggling into his shoulder, while reaching down to grasp his tool, alternately stroking and massaging to keep him hard on the trip home.

With her head against his shoulder and her hands in his lap, it blocked him from being able to slide his hand between her thighs. He didn't mind, though. He was already in his glory. If he died now, he would be the happiest he had ever been in his life.

"Daddy?" she looked at him. He glanced down into her magical eyes, her beautiful face, rounded with soft cheekbones, her strawberry blonde hair framing her face perfectly, and his heart swelled. He had heard of love at first sight, but in books and movies. Never in real life, and certainly not for him. A man who had not only crested the hill of middle age but was starting to speed down the other side. Who was balding, with a bit of a stomach that he would never be able to flatten. As he thought about these things, he started to soften a bit in her grasp. She wouldn't want to see him naked. As soon as his shirt came off, she would make some excuse and ask him to take her home. Not to mention, his stamina wasn't what it used to be. She'd get one good shot out of him, and that would be it for the evening. How could he possibly keep her satisfied? He softened a little more. He leaned his face down and kissed the top of her head. A tear formed in the corner of his eye as his emotions rollercoastered from ecstatic to sadness as he thought about how the night would go. The joy he was feeling now would be dashed when it came time to be together.

"Daddy, why are you sad? Did I do something wrong? I didn't mean to. I'll do whatever you want. I want you to be happy. I need you, Daddy. Please talk to me," she asked. She moved over to her seat, taking her hands off his softening organ and taking his hand in hers, holding it to her chest.

"I just..." was he being a silly old man? Should he tell her what was really going through his mind, or should he take her home and enjoy the evening, knowing it might be the only time they spend together? "I'm so glad I met you this evening. I had been getting ready to head home when I looked up and saw your face. A few minutes either way, and we don't meet."

"But we did, Daddy. Now I'm all yours. We were meant to find each other. From what I feel right now, being here with you, happy, safe, content, ecstatic, hopelessly in love, this can't be a mistake. It can't be anything but right," she said.

"Yes, well, you haven't seen me naked yet," he said only half jokingly.

"It doesn't matter what you look like, Daddy. It really doesn't. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you staring at me. The intensity with which you saw me. It was like I felt you before I looked up and saw you. I could feel you in my chest, the moment our eyes met. No, Daddy, I'm yours, and you are mine. It doesn't matter what we look like naked. We've already seen each other more naked than our clothes can hide, and we are going home together. Besides, you haven't seen me naked either, how do I know you are going to like what you will see? I don't have big breasts. My hips are small. My pussy is so smooth because I've never been able to grow hair down there. You may take one look at me naked and decide I'm not enough for you," but then she looked down, and by the light of the dashboard, she saw him start to grow again.

'Hmmmmm, maybe not,' she thought to herself. Her mouth started to water, and she leaned over in the car, "How much longer till we get home, Daddy?" she asked just before she took him into her mouth. She didn't try to suck him as much as she just held him in her mouth. Reveling in the weight of his penis on her tongue and the feel of his girth stretching her lips. It was almost soothing, and she decided then and there that whenever she had a stressful day, this was what she would come home for.

"Just a few more minutes, my sweet little girl. We are almost home," he said, as he rested his hand on the back of her head, stroking her soft hair as she suckled his cock. He smiled to himself at the thought that, in his heart, he meant 'Their home, together.'

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He pulled into his driveway a few minutes later. As he started to put himself back together, she playfully slapped his hand away. "No, leave it out, Daddy." She jumped out of the car, racing around the front. His breath caught at seeing her illuminated in his headlights, like he was seeing her for the first time again. She stopped, almost as if she heard his thoughts, and grabbed her top, lifting it quickly. She flashed her naked torso at him before putting her shirt back down. He caught the flat belly with the cutest little belly button, and the perkiest breasts topped with the palest, pink nipples he had seen in any magazine or website. Proving even more that she was perfect, and making him swell.

She came to his door, pulled it open, then turned away from him so she was facing the street, to block his neighbors' view of him getting out of the car. As he stood up, he looked down to realize that she had lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. Her bare bottom was staring at him, enticing him.

"Ummm, what now, sweetie?" he asked. His hands reached down, and he caressed two of the most perfect, tightest globes he had ever felt.

"Pick me up, Daddy. Carry me as you did back at the bar," she said.

He did as she requested, and she settled her hips down so he felt the head of his cock nestle between her thighs. She reached down and pulled him up against her smooth pussy. It was hot, smooth, and incredibly wet already. She gripped him with her thighs as she brushed her skirt back down to hide their act. "Take me home, Daddy. Take me inside. Just take me. Make me yours."

He leaned in again and kissed her, deeply, till he needed to come up for air. She was so much smaller than he was; even with his bad back, it was no effort to carry her. One more reason to love this young woman.

As he carried her into the house, every step caused her thighs to rub and stroke him. He could feel his cock sliding up and down along her tight, wet pussy. They passed in front of the car, and...