One night with a hot to trot 20 year old farm girl [mf] | 2016

Typed this one up for you guys a few years back, haven't been ready to post it 'til now. I had to update it a little bit, but most of it is as I typed it the day after it happened. It's super long, so if you're looking for a quicky, these aren't the droids you're looking for, move along:

I never really thought these stories were true.

I put the Craigslist ad up again. “monied man seeks college girl to make her dreams come true," or something like that. I'd sweated every line of it to make it clear that I was a guy with money looking to make a young, sexy girl's dreams come true, and that I also wanted to have sex with that girl and not have a lot of strings attached, and that any suggestion of a trade of one for the other was the reader's imagination.

Basically I, married, middle-aged, was looking for a mistress. I had a loving wife at home whom I thought I loved and cared about. I since divorced her. The ad had gone up last year: I'd gotten a ton of spam, a couple of nibbles from real girls that never went anywhere, and one extraordinarily satisfying afternoon with a hot, crazy 19 year old girl, whose mother I know, who made me wear a condom, and who took $500 of my money and left for France. (I posted about her a few months ago.)

That's the kind of thing that makes you try again. So I threw the ad up and got the same ton of spam and one real response from a girl who was clearly super nervous. She said she was 20, in a difficult situation but no drugs or drinking, and she sent a couple of pics that made her look sort of homely and a bit overweight.

I replied to her email almost as an afterthought because I thought it was more spam. Told her she was brave for putting herself out there. Then after I wrote it, I noticed she had a name attached to her email and plugged it into facebook. There she was. Browsed around. There was one pic of her, 'dolled up', as she put it, that made her look really hot.

And she wrote back and sent another pic. In this one her eyes were steel grey and she was giving the camera a sexy little pout. Was she crying? (Turns out she had been.) It caught my attention.

With the pic she sent her phone number.

I called. Within a minute I was aware I was in contact with a talker. She made it easy. She talked about everything and nothing. I learned about all her exes, her current living situation, her current job as a nanny, her falling out with her parents - everything. She told me her eyes were green but turned blue when she cried.

I asked what she wanted. She said "attention." I'd been paying attention to her for an hour on the phone at that point, so I offered to take her out to dinner that day. I’d been washing my car; my hands smelled of scented automotive wax. I gave her a lot of options. She hemmed and hawed and eventually said, "What do you want to do?" So I told her - quite truthfully - "I want to take you out to dinner, then take you down the street to a motel and spend a good 3 or 4 hours in bed with you."

When I got off the phone I thought I had her hooked, although I am pretty sure she wasn't sure yet. I reserved a little seaside motel room with a hot tub on the balcony. She called back after getting 'dolled up' and I took her out to dinner.

We met at the entrance to the restaurant. She was sitting on a bench between some ferns, sunset seascape in the background, sidelit from the restaurant lights. Legs crossed, jeans, looking very pretty indeed. Big tits. Beautiful curves. Incredibly pretty face - very mobile, full of life, vigorous beauty, happiness. Photos don't capture it. I looked at her and thought "No way this girl's sleeping with me tonight. She's beautiful." I figured what the fuck - I was learning! - and leaned in to kiss her hello and she was good with it, kissed me right on the lips. Now I'm wearing lipgloss. Awesome.

She talked and talked and talked. She talked about her family, her life, where she'd grown up. She talked about her Mexican stepfather, a dirty alcoholic who beat her; she talked about her broken Jeep that she wanted to buy back one day. I offered to buy it back for her; she wasn't interested. She didn't ask me anything about myself and when I tried to tell her something about me she turned the conversation right back to herself. That was OK. I am good at paying attention to women. I like women and I like it when they talk.

She started telling me about a night where she tried to get laid by three different guys at the cowboy bar. Two of them in a row passed out, she said; and her buddies came and pulled her off the third one while she was riding him. At this point I told her, "You've got to let me take you to bed tonight" and she finally agreed. I was so turned on I couldn't finish dinner. She was talking so much I figured she'd never finish eating so I finally asked if she was done, then we blew out of there. I offered to drive her but she followed me in her truck, a 10 minute drive. I couldn't really believe it - I figured she'd bolt.

But she didn't. She looked around the hotel room and squealed how nice it was. I asked if I could unwrap her, told her Christmas came early for me this year, and slowly took her clothes off. She had a little orange blouse with ties in the sleeves, over a little lace-trimmed demi top, over a padded nude colored bra. She had lace up boots ("for ankle support"), and jeans. I caressed her, standing behind her, both of us in front of the mirror; kissed her, my mustache rubbing her lip. She didn't complain about it; we touched tongues. She tasted fresh and clean and 20 years old. I undid her jeans, made her take off her boots, then took her top and bra off. She took off her jeans and she was wearing a little pink and black thong. I caressed her body up and down, drinking in her pheromones, touching her round belly, the curve of her hips, cupping her tits over and over again, staring over her shoulder at her body in the mirror, stroking her neck and under her ears. She sighed and drank it up. I was blissed out. Eventually she took the thong off and hopped into the hot tub. I got nude and followed her in.

She sat back near a jet and I sat next to her and started stroking her body all over. After a few go rounds on her breasts and belly I put my hand on her inner thighs and they slowly parted. Her skin was soft and creamy white. I softly pressed the flat of my palm onto her pubic mound and rubbed slowly. She sighed and moaned and I gently worked one finger down onto her clit hood, rubbing up and down softly. She responded and I sunk down lower in the water, working the tip of my finger down until it penetrated her tight little pussy. She was hugely wet and I said "Oh my god" involuntarily - it felt amazing - and she gave this low, sexy chuckle and said "What?"

I moved closer to her and started to work two fingers, middle and ring, into her tight little hole, meanwhile cuddling my head onto her shoulder and nipping at her breast with my lips from time to time. She turned her head until she was breathing into my ear and as I worked deeper into her her breaths came shorter, harder and faster, breathing into my ear to show me how I turned her on: which I think may have been the sexiest thing I have ever felt. I could hear her short sharp little breaths; I felt so connected to what she was feeling, from what I was doing. I started caressing her with my other hand under her body, lifting her ass up; then I slid under her and she settled down on my lap with my cock pressing up, the tip barely touching her slit where my fingers were in her. By now she was so wet that my fingers were slipping easily in and out and I could not stand it.

I said "Why don't you get on top of me" and with one easy motion she grinned - her sexy little pout! her flashing eyes! - and turned; she squatted on top of me, the water taking most of her weight. She grabbed my dick and before I knew it I was in her bareback, and she was riding me. She did not wait and started fucking me wildly; she was wet and hot and slippery and she knew just how to work it. Her head turned from side to side and when she managed a particularly deep stroke a little smile would come on her lips.

At one point she asked me if I liked it. I think I said this: "I'm in a state of ecstatic bliss. I could open a monastery. People would come to me to find out my secret - but I wouldn't tell them." While I explained this to her she kept riding me, harder and harder, then arched her back and, I think, came. Her pussy, despite being so wet and hot, was extremely tight. Then she wanted to move to the bed, but as she stood up I thrust upward, grabbed her hips, and gave her another 10 strokes or so - I just couldn't let go of her, physically impossible - before finally letting her get off. When she did I was dizzy; the balcony and hot tub swam back into focus slowly and I realized I was no longer fucking her, no longer in that dream state of ecstasy, and as I watched her ass while she climbed out of the tub I knew I had to follow her to the bed and get back inside her because if I did not the universe might end for me right that very second.

We fucked for about 90 minutes in total, me on top, then her, then me again. While she was on top I got soft at one point - this is why you take Cialis, boys - and so I slipped out and we were fooling around rubbing my half-hard on her sopping wet slit. The wetness was all over my pubic hair, all over my cock, dripping down the inside of my legs. She called it "the mess I made." I asked how many men she'd been with, then I told her she didn't have to answer, but if she wanted she could. She started doing mental math and I said, "by the way, this conversation is totally turning me on" - I was at full mast again - "so if you're going to tell me, put me back in." She made that cute face, put me back in, and got breathless and panting as she rode me and looked up and counted under her breath and finally told me I was number seven.

I felt special, fucking her. While she was riding me I loved to watch her. Her eyes would close and a small smile cross her lips as she worked up and down on me. I put my hands on her perfect pink-tipped tits, then slowly slid them up her chest, up her neck, to tickle her ears and then back, to get my fingers lost in her hair while I held the back of her head, while she rode, sliding up and down; I cherished her with my touch, running my fingertips over her cheeks, her cute nose, tugging lightly with my thumb on her delicate deep ruby lips, pulling her down to me to kiss me. Meanwhile she just got wetter and I got harder and what we were doing was so intimate and so delicious that I wanted it to go on forever and never stop.

At some point her friend Mattie called, a safety call I think, and she made me get off her so she could answer it. She got right back into bed and we started again.

Not orgasming inside her took every trick of mind and body control I have ever learned. Finally I got back on top of her. Before, I'd been sitting back on my knees slowly penetrating her, or putting her legs straight up - I tried that, don't think she'd ever done it before as she kind of resisted it; I enjoyed telling her I liked it because she couldn't push back. But this time I lowered myself on top of her and rubbed my hairy chest up and down her body, let her take some of my weight as I started to really do her, with long, hard strokes. As I sped up I looked down to see her tits bouncing - I don't like to rough up a girl too much that way, but I was so far over the edge I was a long gone daddy - and right as I was giving her exactly everything that I had, she tilted her head back and looked up at me with those eyes, making a long moment of eye contact with those beautiful eyes that were now an unearthly deep aquamarine, steady gaze connecting with me even while her head was bouncing up and down on the pillow and I locked eyes with beautiful her and and Oh. My. God.

I pulled out and shot what seemed like a good cup of watery white spunk onto her left thigh. I really wanted to make a mess with it but I got off, went to get a warm damp towel instead. When I came back I think I caught her rubbing some of it right up into her snatch, which I found weird and alarming - but she jerked her hand away, spread her legs and let me clean her thigh off.

There was small talk, a joke about the wet spot, and a phone call I had to take, and suddenly it was 10 o clock - we had met at 6:33 - and I wanted to keep fucking her for another 2 or 3 hours but she had to go. I caressed her, kissed her, walked her down to her truck, and like that she was gone.

The original typescript of this said “I still can't believe it. It feels like really good drugs, right down in the brainstem.” And that’s more or less accurate; except, I believe it now. It had never worked like that before. All those years of semi-frigid Manhattan bitches - who the fuck knew they were raising them like this in {a tiny farm town near where I live now}?

Called her two days later, she was out buying shoes. She wouldn't let me buy her any. There's a mindfuck right there. I was forced to confront the possibility that maybe she had enjoyed it too.

I never saw her again and she eventually quit taking my calls. A few months later I noticed on facebook that she was announcing she was pregnant; I emailed her and she reassured me that it wasn’t mine, the dates weren’t right, and that she was engaged to be married.

By then I was fucking someone else, the girl I fell in love with, the girl who made me realize I had to divorce my wife. And that’s where this story ends.