Chapter 2

Mr Brook closed his eyes as he leaned back in the thick sofa cushion. A thin smile across his face as he touched her leg.

The thin, red fabric of her dress was constricting in the warm house. Each deep breath she took made her skin press up against the dress.

“S-so about that tea...” She muttered, her face flushed.

Mr Brook opened an eye, “ahh yes, how could I forget.”

The man groaned as he rose, giving her a friendly pat on the leg as he walked to the kitchen.

Holly’s body was still quivering, she couldn’t believe what had just happened, and her mind was racing.

She had been fighting boys off all evening. Her tight dress made her look like fresh meat in their eyes—but none of them had the grizzled bravado that Mr Brook’s had.

When he came back with two cups, she couldn’t keep her eyes off him. His white shirt was tight across his body—revealing his tantalizing abs and pecs underneath.

She barely glanced at the cup of tea that was placed in front of her. After an entire evening of fending off dumb college kids—her body yearned for a real man.

This time, when Mr Brook took his seat next to her—it was Holly who placed her hand on his thigh.

She rubbed his manly leg sensually as she smirked at him. “This song is so romantic...” She muttered, staring at his lips.

Mr Brook’s smirked deviously, inching close until their legs were touching.

Her heart was beating like a drum—making the fabric across her chest flutter.

The man’s eyes drifted down toward her chest. Holly didn’t realize her nipples were poking up against the fabric. Her body wanted him—and there was no hiding it.

Holly had always seen him as a family friend—but now that she was a grown woman, her urges were undeniable. She had never bothered with a boyfriend through high school and in her early college days—the boys were immature and childish. Mr Brook was like a breath of fresh air.

The music filled the air as did the soft scent of cinnamon as they chatted and laughed. Not only was he charming, but funny and kind as well.

She vented about dumb college boys, and Mr Brook told stories about when he was one of those dumb college boys.

Holly barely realized that her hand had inched up his leg, and was now dangerously close to his crotch. Her fingers brushed the growing bulge in his pants as pink blush filled her cheeks.

His own grizzled hand reached behind her, rubbing her shoulders as she leaned into his body. His touch was euphoric, and Holly could feel her clit peer out past its hood. Her white panties were doing little to hide her growing wetness.

His hand trailed down her body, making Holly’s heart pound out of her chest. Mr Brook must have caught on, the man chuckled. “It’s alright, sweetheart. Just some playful touching...” He smirked as his hand rested on the small of her back—dangerously close to her ass.

By now, her hand was on top of his crotch, her delicate fingers grabbing at his growing manhood.

Her mind was racing with a million thoughts, but she couldn’t focus on a single one of them. The grizzled allure of Mr Brook was too much, the man she always thought of as the friendly old neighbor seemed to have a dirty side. But then again, so did she.

Holly rested her head on his chest as her fingers playfully whisped around his cock. His pajama shorts weren’t enough to hide how hard he had become. The outline of his shaft and tip pressed against the fabric as she perked her ass cheek off the cushion, allowing his hand to reach down and grab her ass.

“O-ohh.” She muttered, feeling his rough hand attack her subtle ass.

“Fuck. Nice and tight.” He snickered, groping her underside. Holly’s thin dress did little to separate her ass from his hands, his burly fingers digging into her soft cheeks.

“I-I never knew you wanted me like this.” She muttered, feeling the grool seep past her panties.

“What can I say, ever since you’ve grown into a beautiful young adult —I’ve seen you in a different light.”

Holly glanced up at him with her soft hazel eyes. “So have I.”

Holly rose off his chest, her back arched as her hands rode up her sides. She was sitting right on Mr Brook’s hand—still messaging her firm ass.

Her hands played with the shoulder straps of her dress. “It’s...Pretty warm in here, isn’t it?”

A devious grin crossed his lips. “Perhaps a little bit. Why don’t you go ahead and get yourself comfortable?”

His free hand began to grope his hard cock overtop his pants. Holly’s mouth watered as she rode the straps down her arms. As she did, the fabric slouched down her arms and loosed around her chest. The top of her busty cleavage peered out as the fabric fell to just above her nipples.

Holly batted her eyes at the older man, “Is this okay?” She muttered, biting her lips.

The man chuckled, “Sweetheart, this is more than okay.”

She giggled, taking in a deep breath. With that, she let the shoulder strands fall all the way down her arm.

The front of her dress fell, letting her sizeable tits bounce free. Holly was a rather petite girl, but her bust were solid C cups. Her perky nipples were already hard as the dress scrunched up on her lap.

Immediately, Mr Brook’s free hand lurched forward grabbing at her bare tit. Holly exhaled a breath as the man played with her. One hand underneath her ass, the other groping her tits.

“Fuck...Amazing.” He muttered, his cock throbbing underneath his pants.

Holly leaned forward, grabbing his cock like a handle, gripping it softly. “Fuck. You’re so hard.” She muttered.

Mr Brooks laughed, “I’m not that old.”

Holly giggled as the man played with her perky nipple. “Can I suck your cock?” She whispered into his ear.

Mr Brook nodded his head, “take it out, baby.”

She bit her lips as her trembling hand grabbed his waistband, yanking it down.

Mr Brook lifted off the couch, allowing his pajama bottoms to slip down to his knees.

A thick, hard cock slapped back against his stomach. Holly’s breath stuttered as she instinctively ran her hand up his leg, gently grabbing his shaft.

His cock was hard and throbbing, a bush of grey pubes covered the base, and the skin on his shaft was spotty and wrinkly—but for whatever reason, Holly’s mouth was watering.

Her hand gently stroked up and down the cock as the man fondled her chest.

Her body grew hot and sweaty, Holly could feel her pussy start to grow wet, she arched her back as she knelt on the couch stroking his cock. Her ass rose to the air, allowing Mr Brook to move his hand from her tits to her ass. His rough hand rubbed her leg, reaching up her thigh.

“Fuck. Stand up, slut.” He muttered.

Holly didn’t want to stop playing with his cock, but she felt an uncontrollable urge to listen to the older man. “Y-yes, sir.”

Holly stumbled to her feet, her dress crumpled across her belly. Mr Brook leaned forward, grabbing her dress and yanking it down her to her feet. Holly yelped as he exposed her bare body. Her thin, white thong buried between her inny pussy lips.

Mr Brook grabbed her hips pulling her close, the man leaned forward kissing her stomach delicately.

“O-ohhhhh.” She whimpered, stroking his grey hair. His cock twitched with each kiss on her naked stomach.

Holly could feel the grool run down her leg as she eyed the cock hungrily.

“Your pussy looks so tasty...” Mr Brook said, his warm breath on her thong making her quiver.

“Th-thank you, sir.” She muttered.