Young boys will always find a little slut to fuck. Older men are appreciative, older men want you, long for you, wank over you. I started to experiment, leaving the house with no pants on under my dress, sitting across from older men at the library and opening my legs, wide. I would drop things in front of older men at the pub, bend down so they could see my pussy peeking under my dress. I loved the feeling, the power it gave me to make someone want me so much, and then walk away as if nothing happened. I would often go home and finger myself whilst thinking about their faces, shocked and impressed.
So, at age 19, after a few years of provocative flirting and bad behavior, I decided to fuck an older man. I had been working at a restaurant for a couple of months, and frequently served an older man at the restaurant who would come in on his way to visit his children twice a week. Graham. He was around 59, grey, sweet, and gentle looking, but couldn't hide the longing he felt when he saw my young tiny body, especially in the tight uniform of a waitress. I would always wink at him and flirt with him, always leaning over him to collect an imaginary object over the table so his face was practically buried in my tits. One night he came in late, and as I was closing up alone, I seized my opportunity.
“What are you doing here so late, Graham? Need a warm bed?” I winked.
“Traffic was a nightmare sunshine, going to have to stay in a hotel up the road for the night. It 'aint so bad, I get to stay here until it closes!” He attempted to flirt back. He could never make eye contact with me, nervously flitting from my breasts to my legs to my ass.
“What are you looking at, Graham? Hmm?” The restaurant was empty at this point, and I stood in front of him, nipples hard and breasts pushed forward.
Graham remained silent, shocked. I could see him shift uncomfortably in his seat.
“My tits? Do you like these?” I cupped one in each hand and started slowly rubbing them, watching him the whole time.
After a long minute of me caressing my breasts over my tight black shirt, Graham eventually managed to mutter.
“Ye..Yes, of course I do. You're a very attractive young lady." He said nervously, looking around.
“Don't worry, it's locked. A very attractive young lady? Is that the best you can do?” I smiled seductively. “Maybe I'm not trying hard enough”
With that I turned around and bent over in front of him, revealing the bottom of my bare ass and pink pussy, now wet with excitement.
“You don't think I'm hot? Sexy? Fuckable?” I teased.
“But of course I do! All of those things...” Graham said tentatively, shifting in his seat and re-arranging his crotch.
“Is that a hard cock I see? I think you do find me attractive Graham”
With that, I walked towards him, lifted my tight black skirt and bent over directly in front of him, my ass practically touching his cock over his trousers.