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Remembering A Special Night With an Old Man & How He Made Me Feel Like a Princess
My dad’s friend let me use his beach condo. Then he came for a visit. There was only one bed. [Sex Confession]
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
Wow! I’m impressed at how much time you guys spend reading My Sex Life reports. Those stats are… Like an orgasm to me! Thank you so much! You are peaking at every detail of my sex life as if I were standing nude in front of you, and… It excites me! I guess I am an exhibitionist, after all! So, I will disrobe again with something that happened last Summer.
First, let me tell you the context.
Before moving to South Florida, I was in an unconventional relationship, openly dating two boyfriends at once to have sex as a threesome with two cocks, while still living with my parents. It was an experiment that didn’t last long and failed. I wanted out. A friend of my daddy, Bill, knew.
During a Sunday night family dinner at my parent's house, Bill told me, out of the blue, that I could use his condo in South Florida if I needed some fresh air for a while. It shocked me. I had never mentioned to him (or anybody) that I felt trapped with these boyfriends. Yet, he knew it. After politely refusing a few times, I eventually accepted, afraid he would stop offering!
I stayed home for Christmas and took off to South Florida before New Year’s Eve, and that is where I’ve been living since December 2019. I handle social media and content marketing for a few clients, and therefore, I can work from anywhere in the world as long as I have access to fast internet.
When I came down here, it was for a few weeks, but I’ve been here since then! How could I leave such a paradise? I’m a spoiled brat! I admit it. His condo is right on the beach and on the first floor. Sand kisses my feet as soon as I open the outside door facing the ocean. And what can I say? For me, walking on the beach at the water's edge, my feet being caressed simultaneously by sand, seawater, and the sun is almost as good as an orgasm. And I don’t like Winter!
For a while, I essentially forgot the condo wasn’t mine. My parents and my best friend Jane came for a visit, but my dad’s friend didn’t show up at all in 2020 and only called once in a blue moon to ask if everything was OK. He was involved at home with something related to fighting the pandemic and didn’t have spare time. But one day last year, he called and told me he was coming down for a week — the hell with the pandemic!
I didn’t pick him up at the airport because I didn’t have a car at that point in time. So, he showed up at my door (his door) in mid-afternoon on a sunny Saturday, and that’s where our palm tree adventure started.
He ditched his bag in the living room, changed into his bathing suit, and ran out the door. I followed him, and we spent the rest of the day enjoying the sand and the sea.
He had rented a car, so we went out for dinner. He likes the Quarterdeck restaurant at the Dania Beach Pier, so that’s where we went, on the outside terrace at the back. Of course, he paid for the overload of sushi he ordered for the two of us! If you ever go there, ask for the chef’s sushi creations not on the menu.
“I’m with my niece,” he said at one point, looking around. I laughed because I had also noticed a few “looks” from other people around us.
“Hmm…” I said, rolling my eyes when we were back at the condo. I pointed to the only bedroom and the couch that was really just a love seat on which nobody could sleep. He ignored my inquiry.
I wondered if he was expecting sex from me as payment for having used his condo for almost two years, free. At home, I had sex with quite a few of my Dad’s buddies but not Bill, who was like an uncle to me.
In any case, I didn’t know how to find out what his expectations were.
“I sleep naked,” I blurted out, surprising myself since he had seen me naked head to toe at home more times than I could count. I guess I wanted to force the topic of where or how we were supposed to sleep. He looked at me, head to toe, and I felt defenseless!
The pieces of conversation are recalled from memory. They may not be 100% accurate, but the gist of it is in there.“Please! Do not change anything you normally do on the count of me,” he replied. Like a man would ever object to a woman being naked!
I was first to go in the bathroom to brush my teeth and do the rest of my bedtime routine. I remembered spending an inordinate amount of time looking at my naked self in the mirror. For some reason, I wanted to look good more than ever before!
As I walked out naked, he stepped into the bathroom as I hid under a bedsheet.
When he walked into the bedroom, he was in his birthday suit, and I couldn’t help but notice his cock. He was relatively well-equipped if I compared to the other old men’s cocks I had seen and sucked as a teenage sex explorer.
He went to bed on his side, facing me.
“Good night, princess!” he said, gently sliding the hair out of my face. His touch gave me goosebumps.
“Good night!” I replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek. By doing so, my left boob brushed against the back of his hand, and the goosebumps increased.
When I woke up in the middle of the night, we were spooning. His left hand was over my body and resting against one of my naked breasts. Just below my pussy, I could feel something wet on my leg. I assumed he had released pre-cum at one point. I wondered how long he had been holding me and what he was thinking when pressing his body against mine.
I still wondered if he was expecting sex as payment for the condo and, if so, what kind of sex and how much. I didn’t have a clue.
I grew up in the nude in the sense that my mom encouraged me to be comfortable at home, and naked is how I was the most comfortable. I didn’t run to hide my body when we had guests, so Bill had seen every detail of my young woman's body already, including pussy and boobs. But we had never touched beyond him brushing against my naked boobs or buttocks once in a while.
I have always been attracted to old men and experimented sex with many of them at home but for some reason, never Bill. As I moved my thighs to squeeze his cock, I wondered why.
I freed myself from his embrace, turned around, uncovered his body, and looked at his balls and his cock. I took his cock with two fingers and lifted it to have a better look at his balls, which I cupped with my other hand. Then, I simply couldn’t resist kissing his nuts, which led me to lick them while I kept holding his cock out of the way.
Suddenly, hands were on my shoulders, pulling me up.
“You don’t have to do that,” he said.
“I know, but…”
In reality, I didn’t know! And I had never encountered a man stopping me from sucking his cock or licking his balls. I wondered if I was doing something wrong.
I let him pull me up and over him. We ended up face to face, my body lying on top of his. I felt his cock stiffening between my thighs.
“Don’t do that, Delisha! You’re a princess!” he continued, caressing my hair and my face.
And guess what? I felt like a princess like never before. The way he touched me made me feel truly special. I always thought that the stereotype of women wanting to be treated like princesses was just in Disney movies. Until that night. What a rush!
He held me tight against his body with one hand, caressing me with the other one and occasionally kissing me on the forehead. That’s how I fell asleep, feeling safe and… Admired! I know it sounds weird, but that’s how I felt in his arms.
He was satisfied by simply having my body lying on top of his with no expectation of sexual gratification. All the men I had slept with before that night wanted sex, and in fact, I think they were expecting it. Men always want their dick sucked. They want us to swallow the gooey warm jelly they shoot out of their cock. And they want to bang all of our holes, whether it gives us an orgasm or not.
But that man was different. And he made me feel… Special! Unique!
Find out what happened next here.
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