Looking Back From L.A. Read Online Free
Author: M. B. Feeney
was the whole no strings angle with her living in the UK. Yeah, I felt like a shit for encouraging her to cheat on her guy back home, but from what she told me about that relationship, it was on the way out anyway. The way I saw it, she could always say no, as disappointing it would be, I would be cool. A quick hand job over the thought of her ass in those shorts would be just as effective at getting rid of this erection.
She walked past me towards the bathrooms, and just the sight of her in that outfit made my dick throb. I gently grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back into the dark corner, whispering to let her know it was me so she wouldn’t yell out. Jesus, that first kiss... I had to get inside her before I exploded; sitting her on a convenient table was a genius move, and I was finally able to get my hands on her smokin’ body. When she began to stroke my dick, my legs almost gave out from under me. It was true what they said about older women and experience, her hands were amazing and I could just imagine what she could do if we had more time than a quick fuck behind a stage of a dive club in Houston.
As much as I adored the shorts she was wearing, I couldn’t wait to get them off her. As I undid the button, I made a side comment about getting them framed, and I would have. I’d always been a fan of itty bitty cut offs, but these... damn.
Disappointment rushed through me when she pushed me away from her, thinking she’d changed her mind at the last minute, but hearing her call me ‘cowboy’ and telling, firmly, to wrap it before I tap it made me smile. I had always been careful in these situations; many 'fans' wouldn't even think to stop me. Many wouldn’t care about the risks or consequences, so Charlotte went up in my estimation as she rolled the condom onto me then allowing me to bury myself to the hilt inside her. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I pounded into her as hard as I could. My orgasm hit me like an eighteen wheeler; there was no way I could only experience this once.
Getting caught by another fan should have bothered me more than it did, but I was unable to muster even an ounce of a fuck. Listening to some chick rag on to Charlotte about her working her way through the guys angered me. There was no way I was ever going to let her near the other guys. She was mine, even if only once.
"You okay son?" My dad asked handing me a shot of whiskey; we were alone in the huge room. I downed the shot and collapsed onto the sofa, not needing to keep up the pretence in front of Dad.
"Yeah, I'm fine; just reminiscing." He smiled knowingly at me. "What?"
“Calm down and save all that for the wedding night son.” He winked at me, making me groan.
“Do you have to?” I held my head in my hands, rest my elbows on my knees. It wasn’t often that I blushed, but I could feel my face heating up.
“Of course I do,” He clapped his large hand on my shoulder. "You looked a bit flushed is all I’m saying."
I shifted uncomfortably, before excusing myself to the bathroom; was nothing sacred today? Callaghan winding me up for thinking about Charlotte, my dad catching me practically jerking off to a damn memory; that was the effect Charlotte had on me, even after all this time. Splashing cool water on my face helped a little. Through the door, I could hear the guys had returned and were helping themselves to the whiskey Dad had brought with him for the occasion. If they weren’t careful, they were going to be shit faced before the ceremony. I loved that ragtag bunch of guys like blood, but I would have liked a bit more time on my own with Dad.
Ignoring the catcalling for me to go and join in with the drinking for a moment, I sat on the edge of the tub and thought back to the last time Dad and I were able to spend alone.
The tour was done with, just in time for Christmas. We got the truck and SUV back to L.A, took a couple of hours to get our gear unloaded and into storage, making
She walked past me towards the bathrooms, and just the sight of her in that outfit made my dick throb. I gently grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back into the dark corner, whispering to let her know it was me so she wouldn’t yell out. Jesus, that first kiss... I had to get inside her before I exploded; sitting her on a convenient table was a genius move, and I was finally able to get my hands on her smokin’ body. When she began to stroke my dick, my legs almost gave out from under me. It was true what they said about older women and experience, her hands were amazing and I could just imagine what she could do if we had more time than a quick fuck behind a stage of a dive club in Houston.
As much as I adored the shorts she was wearing, I couldn’t wait to get them off her. As I undid the button, I made a side comment about getting them framed, and I would have. I’d always been a fan of itty bitty cut offs, but these... damn.
Disappointment rushed through me when she pushed me away from her, thinking she’d changed her mind at the last minute, but hearing her call me ‘cowboy’ and telling, firmly, to wrap it before I tap it made me smile. I had always been careful in these situations; many 'fans' wouldn't even think to stop me. Many wouldn’t care about the risks or consequences, so Charlotte went up in my estimation as she rolled the condom onto me then allowing me to bury myself to the hilt inside her. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I pounded into her as hard as I could. My orgasm hit me like an eighteen wheeler; there was no way I could only experience this once.
Getting caught by another fan should have bothered me more than it did, but I was unable to muster even an ounce of a fuck. Listening to some chick rag on to Charlotte about her working her way through the guys angered me. There was no way I was ever going to let her near the other guys. She was mine, even if only once.
"You okay son?" My dad asked handing me a shot of whiskey; we were alone in the huge room. I downed the shot and collapsed onto the sofa, not needing to keep up the pretence in front of Dad.
"Yeah, I'm fine; just reminiscing." He smiled knowingly at me. "What?"
“Calm down and save all that for the wedding night son.” He winked at me, making me groan.
“Do you have to?” I held my head in my hands, rest my elbows on my knees. It wasn’t often that I blushed, but I could feel my face heating up.
“Of course I do,” He clapped his large hand on my shoulder. "You looked a bit flushed is all I’m saying."
I shifted uncomfortably, before excusing myself to the bathroom; was nothing sacred today? Callaghan winding me up for thinking about Charlotte, my dad catching me practically jerking off to a damn memory; that was the effect Charlotte had on me, even after all this time. Splashing cool water on my face helped a little. Through the door, I could hear the guys had returned and were helping themselves to the whiskey Dad had brought with him for the occasion. If they weren’t careful, they were going to be shit faced before the ceremony. I loved that ragtag bunch of guys like blood, but I would have liked a bit more time on my own with Dad.
Ignoring the catcalling for me to go and join in with the drinking for a moment, I sat on the edge of the tub and thought back to the last time Dad and I were able to spend alone.
The tour was done with, just in time for Christmas. We got the truck and SUV back to L.A, took a couple of hours to get our gear unloaded and into storage, making
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