Novel & Cerita The Day I Kissed An Older Man

"So do I fetch you or what?" "I'll sleep over.. I haven't seen them in a while.. so I'll see you tomorrow.." "I'll see you tomorrow then.." I leaned over and kissed her. She kissed me back and then pulled away, "this is making me feel like I'm your teacher.." I laughed, "I'm not 17.." She kissed me again, "I'll see you tomorrow.." I got out of the car, "text me when you get home, drive safe." "I will go see the old man and woman too.. but I'll text..."

“Umh…” The man opened his arms as if telling me to hug him immediately. I walked over hesitantly and hugged the old man. That old man was a grandfather I had never met before, and this really made me feel so nervous. The man stroked my hair so gently. He kissed the top of my head and stroked it fondly. “You used to be so small and petite, now you’re a pretty and sweet girl like your mother,” she muttered. “Erm… what happened to your cheeks, Katherina?”

The slow music has started and an older couple sees the way we are looking at each other. "Kiss her," an old man in his eighties says with grey hair and thick rimmed glasses on his nostrils. Blake tilts me down and kisses me. I wrap my arms around him, and a few other couples cheer. It's our first public display of affection and getting cheered on for it, is very motivating.

He whispered roughly as he lay his kiss on my lips. "Why not?" I asked putting my hand to his handsome face. "I'm too old for you," "At least you didn't say that you're not gay." "That too," "Oh," I was trying to back away, but his hand was holding my back tighter. I let out a whimpering moan when his other hand was cupping the back of my neck and he kissed me again, slowly, sensually, truly feeling the man's lips and tasting him. Then moan when I felt his hardening dick rubbing mine. I groaned and put my hand to his back and move forward to push my body flat to his.

But the second our eyes met, everything came rushing back, and my throat suddenly dried as a lump formed in it. I remembered his large, warm hand sliding over my bare back, dipping down just barely under the low back of my dress. I remembered the way my heart fluttered when he whispered how beautiful I was in my ear and the shiver that went down my spine as his warm breath brushed against my neck. I remembered his lips running up my neck as he whispered that we shouldn’t do this, before I… I kissed him. I kissed HIM. Oh, God. “I would never call you old, Spitfire. I value my life more than that.” He said, and I blinked several times to refocus my sight before leaning away from him.

Did he have to be so damn sarcastic? “I don’t go kissing everyone, okay? It was the first time I tried a thank you kiss, but I guess you’re too old for me to connect to.” I knew I was yelling, but I wanted to drill it into his head. I didn’t desire him. He laughed instead of getting annoyed with me. “Old and experienced enough to please you better? You’ll see.” With that, he opened the door and locked it after him, leaving me gaping with flushed cheeks. What did he mean?

He laughed, “He’s 20? Oh no Poppy! He knows nothing about how to treat a woman! “What do you mean?” I asked, confused. “Well, like how to kiss....young guys have no idea,” he said. “I don’t know, I liked the way he kissed me," I said. “Have you kissed many men? Or only boys?” he asked. “Umm...no, just boys,” I said shyly. I noticed he was now gently rubbing my bare shoulder while we were talking. I guessed the drinks had me feeling a little uninhibited, as the touch of his fingertips made me feel kind of good. I felt flattered that an older, very attractive man was giving me this kind of attention.

All the men that had been invited as guests were middle aged, and each one of them had a woman possessively beside them. After a while, she took in a deep breath and expelled it, moving out of the bathroom. She started the slow walk back towards Mirabel and her boyfriend when someone suddenly moved in front of her. She recoiled and started to scream, but the sound died in her throat when she looked up at the face. It was the guy she had kissed in her college cafeteria few weeks back. Her assaultee, if that was a word.

He stared at me, averted his eyes and laughed a little. "How can you see me there? I'm just here waiting for you to come back." I frowned and fetched water to drink. "That's what I said to myself, maybe it's just because I'm tired." I didn't realize that I was stunned, I just seemed to return to reality when I felt Clarkson's kiss on my neck as his hands traveled down my waist. "I saw an old woman, we talked. She had things to tell me." "What is it?" I turned to her, nor could I respond to her kisses because to this day the old woman's words still haunt my mind.

I swear to God my dream had just fucking well came true right there and then. What did that kiss mean? A tall, dark, handsome man, wearing nothing but a white towel with abs for days and biceps that would make a rock weep. Jesus. I banged my head against my hands falling into my bed. I can't seem to forget what I just witnessed. It's pratically burned and embedded in my memory and the way he kissed me on my forehead was like real hot. I'm so single that my vagina had pretty much gathered cobwebs from not being busted by Mr D.