I've been in New York City a couple days now. Just before I get to the hotel entrance I go to answer my phone and end up bumping into a young man, knocking him to the sidewalk. Helping him up I see he's cute...young girl cute. My dirty old man mind starts to scheme about this sweet looking lad. I help him up and start to brush off the dust on his clothes. Casually running my hand over his butt. It's firm and curvy.
To make amends I offer to buy him a drink. He smiles shyly and accepts, starting to blush a bit. My heart beats faster and my small old cock twitches in the panties I have on under my pants.
After a couple drinks I notice a blotch of blood seeping through his pants at his knee. I tell him we need to see to that and say I have a first aid kit in the room. I stand offering my hand to help him stand. Again he turns a bit red and takes my hand. It's small and delicate...soft as a ladies. He rises and teeters a tad. I put an arm around him and pull him too me. Oh God, was that a small moan escaping his pouty lips!
We're in the elevator now and as the car begins to rise he falls against me. A little too much alcohol? A smile crosses my face now.
Entering the room, the door closed behind us, I lead him over by the bed. "Let's get these pants off and soak the blood off, then I'll treat you poor knee," I say.
His face goes bright red and he shakes his head no! I just smile and tell this sweet creature not to worry as I unbuckle the belt and open his pants. He grasps the waist band and kind of squeaks out a soft scared no.
I move his hands and the fight drains out him. As I lower the pants, a baby pink, silky pair of panties appear. Letting his pants fall to his ankles, I gently push him back and he flops to the bed. He's frozen with shock and embarrassment.