A Taste For Older Men

Paul liked seeing Tina back for spring break. She moved different now. Carried herself like she knew what she wanted. And what she wanted was him. She came at him first in the hallway, pressing close, lips near his ear. He stepped away. Then again by the fridge, her hand brushing his belt. He pulled back. Each time he said no. Each time she smiled like she already knew the answer would change. That night he walked past her door and froze. She lay on her side, bare ass catching the hall light, no panties, legs slightly apart. He stopped breathing. She knew he was there. Tina rolled onto her back, spread her knees, and looked straight at him. "Come here," she said. Voice low. No games left. Paul's hand gripped the doorframe. His cock was already hard. He told himself to walk away. Instead he stepped inside and shut the door. She reached for his belt. He didn't stop her. Her fingers worked fast, pulling him free, stroking him once before she guided him between her thighs. He pushed in hard. She gasped, then laughed, low and filthy, as he started fucking her like he'd been waiting to do it for months.