Flirty Forty Novels & Stories

His fingers play with the hem of my shorts, teasing the skin where my shorts brush my thigh. I swat at his chest. “Perv!” Then I think back to his use of 'ravishing' and give him a huge grin. "And think that was considered flirting in the fifties. Now guys think it's charming to tell girls they have a nice rack or-" I look him over with a mock frown, "A nice ass." I squeal when he playfully pinches my butt cheek under my short. “Hey. I think I flirt just fine. I've never gotten any complaints before." He tells me with a goofy grin.

This wasn't about romance in any manner just taking and fucking me like the crazed men they truly were. Florian plunged long and hard into my pussy, flexing his fingers open as he licked around my clit, sucking and nipping until the tender tissue was ultra-sensitive. And he refused to stop. "Oh. I..." Laughing, I slapped my hand across my mouth as the electricity soared, so intense that my toes curled. He angled his fingers, hitting the perfect spot and I almost lost it. When he drew back, yanking me down from the precipice, I slapped my hand on the table. "Please let me come. God, please!"

They walked in silence untill Florentine decided to break it. "How old are you?" She blurted. "Thirty two." Carl answered and her heart dipped. She swallowed hard. A decade gap shouldn't be of much concern. What in heavens was she even thinking? She yelled within. No, this was bad. She should have been fifteen years older, that way the difference would seem outrageous. "I'm forty one." "I wasn't going to ask and you didn't need to tell me just because you asked my age."

She laughs, breathless, and wipes my face with the inside of her thigh. “Good girl. Messy girl.” Then she pushes me onto my back, hooks my knees over her shoulders, and fucks me with four fingers. Not three. Four. The stretch burns and I love it. She’s watching my face the whole time, wrist flexing, palm grinding my clit, talking in that low filthy voice that makes my cunt clench around her hand. “Look at you. Taking it. This tight little stepsister hole stretching for me. I’m going to fist you before they get home. Not tonight. Tomorrow. I want my whole hand inside you while you scream into my pussy.”

Gerald was called Baldy by Lizzy after she caught him shaving his pubic hair and he started to call her Miss Flirt when she tried to flirt with her…for fun. Gerald was aware of how promiscuous Lizzy was but it didn’t stop him from liking the woman as his friend. Lizzy always craved attention from his family or from anyone else especially men, and her way of getting what she wanted was flirting. Yeah, most of the time, it was flirting. “It’s no longer bald, Miss Flirt. Want to have a look?” He jested. When he’s with her, he could be himself. “You’re so gross, Baldy. How could show me that hideous thing?” Lizzy burst into deep and loud laughter.

“A tool that can’t even satisfy my ass. Don’t piss me off, fool. Give me forty dollars.” He rubbed his cheek and smirked. “Cheap slut.” Bella rolled her eyes. She was immune to insults…she’d heard them all. She held out her hand as the man counted a few bills and dropped them into her palm. She glared at him, wet her finger with her tongue, and counted again. “What’s this?” she snapped. “There’s only thirty dollars here.” “I’ll give you forty,” he said, smirking, “if you let me fuck you.”

“That guy across the way… that’s Forty-eight. He’s the only gay on our team… unless you are? I thought Forty had eyes for you.” That explained a few things. “I… no, I don’t think so. Is that why he’s winking at me?” “Yeah, probably, he’s a born flirt. He’ll never settle down, though. He’s with someone for a week or two, then moves on to someone else. He’s one of our most adventurous guys, so he’s always getting attention, but I’ve never seen him so aggressive with a newbie before. He must really have the hots for you.”

I didn't know either as it turned out but apparently, no one listened to any of my explanations and just went on to assume that I was probably his latest fling. I hated being associated with that word. I wasn't anyone's fling and I sure as hell didn't want to be Erik's fling if at all I ever decided to do flings at whichever point of my life. He wasn't my type of guy, he was way too rich for me and didn't really fit into my simple way of life, but as it turned out, I was still powerless to stop the wild gossip and complete jealousy that haunted my every move just from that one harmless evening.

“The skirt is four inches above my knees, Connor.” April squirms in my lap and groans when I slide my hands between her thighs and lock our lips in another passionate kiss. Her little tongue entwines with mine as small moans and whimpers escape her lips. Sliding my fingers across her folds, I groan, delighted to find that she’s wet. Her heat scorches my fingers as I glide my thumb across her swollen clit, and her fingers sift through my hair, making me shiver.

Right now I was acting dumb, afraid to use my voice so I don't snap at him "The interesting part of this is that I'm willing to share everything with you. Besides, I can tell you're unmarried, there's no ring there. I'm single as well, so why don't we just tango." He said flirtatiously with an awkward wink. Is this how he flirts with job applicants? I asked myself, thinking of all the poor girls that must have fallen prey to his antics. I couldn't hold it in anymore so I let out a humourless laugh, he stared at me like I'd grown an extra head.