I wasn't all that surprised that Robert's cooking was so delicious, but I was still impressed. He was a refined gentleman and it was intimidating how learned and experienced he was in so many facets of life. He had prepared a chicken scampi and served it with vegetables and a silky red wine. Robert lived a life that most people aspire to live and it was refreshing to experience it when I was with him.
Talking with him was like talking with the aspirations of who I could become. We shared so many interests, but he had spent decades pursuing them and I was only just getting started. Over dinner, we mostly discussed the books he had recently read. He made me wish I had read more often. As we finished up our dinner, we stacked the dishes in his sink and made our way towards one of his sitting areas.
I was starting to feel more comfortable being myself around him, including no longer feeling the need to hide my stares. Today was my first time seeing Rob in more casual attire. He was still more dressed up than most men would be and his casual attire was a higher quality than much of my formal attire. He had clearly developed a distinguished wardrobe and classic style. His round belly filled out his polo shirt, which was almost imperceptibly striped light green and white, with a solid green collar and white lining. As if I had styled him myself, his top two buttons were left undone which allowed me to get a peek at the chest hair that lies beneath. The chest hair was salt and pepper, like the hair on his head, with multiple tones of dark grey and white. But mostly white and light grey. His hair was thinning but still mostly there and today styled just slightly less tidy than normal.
His shorts were navy and tailored just above the knee. They were a snug fit and showed off the pouch between his legs. I had met the contents eight days prior and was extremely hopeful I might get to again soon - tonight, if I had my way.
Our discussion transitioned from literature to travel as I asked him about the places he has visited. I had only left the country once to go to Mexico with my roommates during one Spring Break two years ago. So, like many of our conversations, it consisted mostly of me asking him about his experiences. As you'd expect for someone in his position, Rob's list of destinations visited was extensive both for work and pleasure.
He mentioned his visit to South Africa with Christopher, Paris, China, and Seychelles as his favorites. But that didn't even begin to scratch the surface of where he'd been.
"Where have you not been that's highest on your list of places you'd like to visit?" I asked him.
"Ireland." His answer was prompt. It was something he'd clearly considered. "I've heard it's magical and I've never quite got the chance. Well," his eyes dropped. "Most of my travel right now is for business."
I caught on that he didn't travel much because he lacked a companion. "Do you ever travel alone?" I normally would skirt around his divorce but I wanted to try and go a little deeper.
"I don't enjoy it much. I feel like those experiences are meant to be shared."
"I'd be happy to accompany you!" I laughed as I volunteered in jest.
He laughed too and his smile commanded my attention. Those dimples in his chubby cheeks, covered in a shadow of light stubble. His soft lips. I wanted him more than he could ever want me and suddenly I felt insecure.
"I am happy to be here." Our eyes locked and I leaned a little closer towards him. He smiled, which reassured me a little. "Can I kiss you?"
He grabbed my hand in his own and I stood up, straddled his legs and sat on his thighs facing towards him. His hands rested on my hips and I leaned forward and kissed him on his forehead. He smelled lovely. A seductive, fresh ocean scent filled my senses as I slowly lowered from his forehead to the bridge of his nose, gently kissed him again, and then lowered to his lips. Our kissing was calm but there was a tempest swelling within me. Our lips released for a moment and with my eyes still closed I inhaled slowly, catching my breath and another wave of his ocean scent. That wave pushed me over the edge.
I found his lips again and our kissing gradually became more passionate. I couldn't contain myself as his scent and lips and warmth fueled me, aroused me, and spurred me on. I wanted to kiss him forever, but it wasn't enough. I wasn't sure how far he wanted to go, but my flame was too hot now and my desire to pleasure him was boiling over. I delicately dropped from his lap to the floor between his knees and my appetite took over. I undid his fly and looked up for a sign - not so much for approval, because he would have to physically stop me to restrain my lust. His eyes were closed and his jaw relaxed as he leaned back into the couch cushion. I lowered his shorts first, slid them over his feet and placed them neatly on the vacant seat on my left. He wore gray briefs tented and full of erect cock. His arousal stimulated me even more, but I wanted to take my time. I kissed his bulge in his underwear and slid my hands up his legs relishing in the white and grey fur. I gently combed the hair on his inner thighs with my fingertips as my tongue circled the middle of his briefs.
He placed one hand on my head and I waited, hoping for him to push me down. But he only held his hand there. My hands climbed from his thighs, beneath his polo, and up towards his belly button. His belly was hairy but thinner than his legs and full. His gut felt like clay in my hands, but he was already sculpted just how I wanted him. I wanted his shirt off, but instead, I removed his underwear. His chubby dick sprung up, grateful to be released from their confines. I lowered myself over the knob and started training my throat again. Last time it took me several tries to take him all the way down, and I was determined to do better. I relaxed my jaw as best as I could and met his pubes with my face. His scent was different down here - more natural and musky and manly. The smell still fanned my flame and I rose up to catch my breath. I was close on my first dip down so I was encouraged I could take him all in.
But first, I spent time on his sack, gripping it in one hand and kissing as I rubbed them deliberately. I took one nut in my mouth and sucked on it greedily for a moment before releasing and rubbing them both simultaneously again. He started to moan almost imperceptibly, barely more than a deep exhale. But, I could sense the pleasure in his breath. I took the top portion of his cock back in my mouth and massaged it with my tongue, mixing in some suction all while maintaining my grip on his balls. As I lowered myself a second time, I sucked hard as I plunged down and pushed aggressively straight to the base. I reached the bottom and held my position, sucking cyclically to create a sort of vibrating effect on him. As I created a rhythm, another disguised moan escaped him almost sounding like a soft "ohhh." Again it was subtle enough to not quite be a moan, but it was close. My raging hunger was already at an all time high and his pseudo-moans were urging me further. My own hole tightened from my aching lust. I wanted to break his restraint and make him feel such an intensity that he wouldn't be able to subdue a moan any longer.
