Erotica | Tease | Old & Young | Nudity
When a College Reading Assignment Becomes Sensual & Provocative
How much leeway do you have when visiting a friend’s house for the weekend? Emma discovers the pleasure of teasing an old man.
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.
My name is Emma. I was staying at a friend’s place over the weekend. She and I had a flight to catch on Sunday night, and she conveniently lived near the airport. We were both roomies in college, but this was the beginning of the Summer, and we were back in our hometown.
Outside our college life, I lived with my mom in a suburb not easily accessible without a car, which I didn’t have. My dad died when I was 9 years old. I went from being Daddy’s spoiled princess to being my mom’s emotional support.
My friend, Stacey, lived with an uncle. Her parents passed away ages ago in a car crash. Maybe the experience of parental death is what made us sisters by choice. Her uncle was divorced.
My mother dropped me off at Stacey’s uncle’s place on Friday night. I asked her to come in to meet him. After all, they were both around the same age and singles. But even after all these years, she preferred to be sad and lonely.
College was over for the Summer. Yet, we had a novel to read and analyze in preparation for a Fall literature course.
Who came up with this brilliant idea? Summer is supposed to be Summer!
I thought I would get that school assignment out of the way as quickly as possible. But I wasn’t much into that particular book written around themes of magic and mystical creatures in a medieval setting.
On Saturday morning, I was the first one to wake up. It was silent in the house — an eerie silence, I thought. An appropriate time to read a book full of mystical beasts! I got up, grabbed my book from my backpack, and went to the living room. The couch was calling my name! I lay down on it and started reading.
That didn’t last long. I wasn’t interested. I let the book lay on my chest and started thinking about the trip we were about to take — the adventures ahead of us. Sunday night couldn’t come fast enough!
Her uncle walked into the living room and stopped as soon as he noticed me.
At that moment, I realized I was only wearing underwear. No bra. Nothing else. Just a tiny piece of clothing barely covering my vulva. I had momentarily forgotten I wasn’t in the apartment I shared with Stacey, where we didn’t bother hiding skin.
My book was conveniently covering my breasts.
“Good morning!” I said casually.
He nodded and proceeded to the kitchen counter to prepare coffee. He asked me if I wanted some.
“Yes, pleeeeeease! I can’t keep my eyes open reading this booooooring book!”
“So why are you reading it?” he inquired.
“Summer school assignment!”
He looked at me as I was answering him, and his eyes lingered on me. I could feel them caressing my toes, then slowly traveling up on my ankles, legs, thighs, hips, and belly until they got stopped in their exploratory mission by the book covering my breasts.
I had a strange titillating sensation taking over my body. It was the first time an older man was so systematically and extensively perusing my mostly naked body — besides strangers at the beach, of course! His eyes were glued to my skin. It was a novel and mysterious sensation.
The coffee was ready, but he didn’t realize it. Some other thoughts had overtaken his brain, it seemed.
“I wish somebody would read it aloud to me. Maybe it would be more interesting,” I suggested.
I could see fear in his eyes. I assumed he wanted to volunteer for the mission but didn’t think it was appropriate for him to get closer to me.
I pulled my legs up over my belly to free a spot on the couch.
“Wanna?” I asked while looking him straight in the eyes.
He walked over as if I had given instructions to a robot. He sat down. I stretched my legs over his. He placed his hands on my bare legs, then took them back almost immediately. He held his hands awkwardly in mid-air.
He kept gazing at my legs.
“They won’t bite you, you know?” I giggled.
He slightly tilted his head as if he was about to finally look at me in the eyes but quickly got back to staring at my legs. He finally let his hands rest on them.
That poor man! When did he see or touch a naked woman last?
I waited for a while. I wanted to soak in that impression of wonder and appreciation I could sense through his hands. I was also expecting his eyes to travel up my body to meet mine eventually, but they never did.
He’s probably shy or confused! Or subdued!
I lifted the book off my chest and handed it over to him. He took it, once again, like a robot obeying orders. But his eyes didn’t go to the interior of the book. They got fixated on my boobs, now totally exposed.
“Do you like tan lines?” I inquired, knowing I was venturing into a topic he would most certainly not be comfortable with. That is precisely why I found it exciting!
He quickly flipped the book over, ready to read. He stopped looking at any part of my skin.
“No answer?” I asked in a somber tone of voice. “Is there something wrong with my boobs?”
“Oh! God! No!” he replied while looking at my naked breasts again. “You are beautiful! I love your tan lines.”
I used my hands to caress my breasts as if I was brushing sand off of them — taking my time and watching his eyes follow my hands.
“Thank you!” I said.
“So,” I continued, “what is this magic-stuff story about?”
He looked at the book, but not a word came out of his mouth. Instead, his eyes traveled back to my legs that were still resting on his, down to my ankles and bare feet, then back up again on my ankles, legs, thighs, hips, belly, and now my breasts that were no longer hidden.
“Will you be able to read?” I inquired with a grin. “Would you prefer I go find something to cover my… Skin?”
He still didn’t say a word. He seemed to be in paradise as he continued to caress my nearly naked body with his eyes traveling back and forth between my toes and my nipples. They never went higher than the girls, though!
Meanwhile, my own feelings were confusing. On the one hand, I never wanted to be an object of pleasure for an older man — even if it was just through his eyes. On the other hand, I had never felt so much admiration given to my body, and that was overpowering.
I often felt that boyfriends my age treated me as disposable as if they had an infinite supply of girlfriends. This man was making me feel priceless, unique, and desirable. It was an awesome feeling.
“It’s your house,” I insisted. “What do you prefer? As is? Or I go cover myself?”
“Or would you prefer to check the rest of my tan lines?” I added. I brought my hands down to each side of my underwear and slid my thumbs under the elastic.
I had never seen so much fear in a man’s face — and yet, I could simultaneously detect… I don’t know what! I wouldn’t know how to describe it. It was just beautiful to witness.
His body reacted as if he knew it would be inappropriate for him to see me naked, but his eyes were unquestionably begging me to take off this last tiny piece of clothing. The anticipation seemed to be killing him. I thought he had a heart attack for a second!
And, then, at that moment, I had my own episode of quasi-heart attack.
My friend Stacey came into the living room. She looked at her uncle and me, stunned. My legs were still resting on his. He was holding my book with one hand while the other one was resting at the top of my right leg, inappropriately close to my vulva. My thumbs were under the elastic of my underwear, the only piece of clothing I was wearing.
That’s it! I’m getting kicked out, and the trip is canceled.
“Your uncle is reading me that stupid book,” I tried to explain. “You know how much I hate it!”
Stacey raised her eyebrows and rolled her eyes. “I’m surprised he has enough willpower to look at the words!” she said sarcastically while walking to the bathroom.
Her uncle and I locked eyes for the first time since he joined me on the couch. We were like kids who got caught red-handed but got away with it. We both laughed at the same time. We were intimately sharing that kinky moment.
If my friend is fine with this… It will be an awesome weekend!
Who said I had to wait for Sunday night to start living adventures?
I took my thumbs back. I wanted that piece of clothing covering my pussy to remain in place. His noticeable desire to see me naked and the anticipation on his face were so entertaining; I didn’t want to destroy them by making his wish come true.
I bent my right leg up and pushed my tiny foot down between his muscular male legs to rest on his crotch. There was a big bulge in there! I didn’t know much about men and erectile dysfunction at a certain age… But it didn’t apply to him for sure!
“OK. Let’s read!” I requested innocently.
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