I got to Al's apartment building and made my way up to the second floor. It was nicer than I had expected; lots of glass fronts and expansive balconies. Posh. Al must be doing well for himself. I found my way to 216 and took a deep breath before pressing the doorbell. I was a little more nervous than I had thought I'd be. This was just dinner and drinks with another divorced guy, right? That's what I had been telling myself. No expectations, no disappointments.
The door swung open within about fifteen seconds and there stood Al. He was wearing a t-shirt, cotton pants and was barefoot. He looked every inch the rugged gentleman; just as much at ease splitting firewood as he was in the boardroom. I felt a little thrill at how sexy he appeared to me. As I mentioned before, I found older men incredibly sexy and that's invariably where my man-to-man fantasies ran when I was in the mood.
"Mark," he smiled, offering his hand and snapping me back to reality, "glad you could make it buddy."
I smiled and shook his hand and he patted me on the shoulder with his left. "Come on in and make yourself at home."
"Thanks for having me Al," I replied and allowed him to usher me into his tastefully appointed apartment. "Nice place."
"Thanks. Can I get you a drink? All I have is red wine or beer."
"Wine is fine," I responded, "gotta watch the waistline."
"Your waistline looks good to me," he said with a smile.
"You're too kind," I lamely countered.
I followed him into the kitchen area and we made small talk while he opened a bottle and poured two glasses of a very nice Shiraz. I couldn't help admiring his ability to set me at ease with a bit of banter. I guess you don't rise very far in the sales world without that ability.
I noticed that his pale blue eyes occasionally wandered over my frame while we chatted and I wondered if he was appraising me. I was shorter and smaller than he was, even though I was in good shape. Hopefully he wasn't being critical.
Come to think of it, I had been checking him out whenever I thought he wasn't looking, but my attention was wholly admiring.
Now that I had a chance to just stand and chat with him I noticed a few things about him. The faint age-spots below his eyes and on the backs of his hands, a small scar on his left forearm. The fact that, despite being mostly grey, his hair was very thick.
He was fantasy material for sure. A hot, sexy daddy who was, if anything, almost older than my ideal fantasy man.
"I should get dinner going," he said, "I thought we could hang out in here and chat while I cook."
"Sounds good, but only if I can help."
"Deal," he smiled, "You're on vegetable chopping detail. Come on around the island. Sorry, there isn't a ton of room back here."
"No worries. I don't take up a lot of space." I answered.
"I noticed," he grinned.
I chuckled and got to work chopping carrots. It was nice there in the kitchen; we worked and chatted, sipping wine and getting to know each other a bit better while muted music played in the background. Al poured second glasses for us and I started to feel relaxed. I was really having a good time. Al busied himself, seeing to some salmon steaks he got from the fridge. He passed close behind me a few times, putting his hand on my lower back so I wouldn't bump into him and joked about the tight quarters. Once, he stopped to check on my progress and I was acutely aware of him standing close behind me, which gave me a bit of a flutter in my lower stomach. Damn, he even smelled good.
"How ya doing with those veggies?"
"Good. How do you want these peppers chopped?"
He stepped up closer and took the knife from my hand. "Make them about so," he said, chopping a slice into cubes. I turned to reach for another pepper from the counter and stepping back, collided with the front of him. I stumbled and he steadied me by placing his hands above my hips.
"Are you good?", he asked. His hands stayed where they were. I decided to shoot my shot and stepped back into him, pressing my back against his front. If I was mistaken and he reacted angrily I could always blame the wine and my balance. Instead, he pulled my hips back into him and pressed himself against my back. He nuzzled the side of my neck and I felt a tingling in the pit of my stomach.
"I'm very good," I murmured.
He wrapped an arm around my chest and another around my waist, embracing me from behind while he kissed my neck. An incredible thrill shot through me and I pressed my ass against his crotch and moved it from side to side. I wondered where that move came from but decided that I was just doing what came naturally.
Al continued to caress me while kissing my neck. I could hardly believe this was happening and I was so incredibly excited.
"You've been checking me out," he murmured between kisses.
"Yeah, I, mmm, guess I was", I managed to get out.
"Good. Because I've been checking out your sexy little body too," he replied.
Turning me around, he wrapped his arms around my waist and his mouth found mine. He kissed me and my arms moved up around his neck. We kissed slowly and gently at first but then his tongue parted my lips and I emitted a weak moan from my throat. His strong hands slid down my back and he squeezed my buttocks. The tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach grew stronger as his tongue slid against mine.
He reached up to the back of my head, grabbed a handful of my hair and used it to tilt my head back. He dropped his mouth to my throat and left a series of burning kisses there. I moaned in my throat again.
"Mark," he whispered against my throat, "I've wanted this for awhile and I think you have too."
"MM-hmm," was all I could manage.
"Mark, I'm a total top and I'm a dom," he continued.
"Unhh, OK. I'm good with that," I managed. Fuck. This talk was getting me hotter.
"Good," he said, squeezing my ass even harder. He kissed the side of my jaw and I moaned again.
"I need you to be my sub. My bottom sissy. Are you up for it?"
"Oh fuck. Yes sir," I panted.
"Good," he said again. "I need to have that clear. Starting now, you need to obey my every whim. Trust me to take charge and I guarantee a pleasurable relationship for us both."
"Yes sir."
His tongue entered my mouth again and we kissed in the kitchen, my back pressed up against the counter. I was trapped between the granite and this sexy older man and I can honestly say I'd never been more turned on in my life.
He stepped back, a little out of breath. We both were. The front of his cotton pants was distended in an obvious bulge. His eyes ran up and down my body.
"Go into the bedroom and take all your clothes off. Put on what you'll find on the bed and then come join me in the living room. First door on the right. Don't keep me waiting Mark." Dismissing me, he turned and walked into the living room, never looking over his shoulder to see if I'd follow his orders.
