This is part two in an ongoing story series. The opening story "Penny For A Farthing" can be found in my profile.
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"Can I help you?"
I smiled at the young man who opened the door. He was shirtless and sporting a very athletic chest and abdomen. If I had a body like his I'd show it off all the time too, the fact I wear expensive fitted suits most of the time was mostly down to my robust physique. Another, more accurate, way to describe it was grossly obese.
"Yes, I hope so. I am here to collect someone. I am reliably informed they are attending your little get together," I said pleasantly, looking past him at a young blonde woman who was walking by, to see if it was Jessica.
It was almost a month since she'd walked in on her mum riding me, and discovered just how the rent on their house had been getting paid, despite their financial difficulties. Thoughts of that day still made me shudder in pleasure.
"You're here to pick someone up?" The young man looked confused. Obviously his mental fitness did not match his physical prowess. I mentally rolled my eyes, but kept a smile on my round face.
"That is correct, namely one Jessica Phillips. She is to be my consort for a sumptuous repast and, beyond that, we shall retire to an exorbitant hostelry and hasten to indulge in some vigorously energetic coitus," I said, using more grandiose words than needed to explain we were going to dinner and I planned on taking Jessica to an expensive hotel and fucking her silly afterwards. But it gave me great pleasure to see the young man's face twist in a futile effort to understand my meanings.
"Whatever man. Just come in and look for her," he said, finally giving up on trying to understand my words.
I felt like laughing, but kept my composure. Instead, I thanked him and stepped into the house that I assumed belonged to the absent parents of one of the dozens of adolescents who were standing in groups all over the lower floor of the building. Looking around, I noticed all the girls had a very similar sense of style, which meant bright colours and as little clothing as was socially acceptable.
Don't you dare look back,
Just keep your eyes on me,
I said you're holding back,
She said shut up and dance with me!
The music was loud. I had no idea what the song playing was, or who was performing it, but everyone in the house seemed to be utterly delighted it was playing, judging by the happy faces and the frantic dancing going on. It most certainly wasn't my type of music, but I was in my mid-fifties and the next older person there had to be twenty-one at most, I was hardly the target audience clearly. Still, despite myself, I did find my foot tapping in time to the rhythm however. It was damn catchy!
"Don't mind me, please carry on with your party. I'm just here to pick up Jessica," I said to the young people who were all looking at me questioningly. No doubt they were wondering just why a grossly fat middle aged man such as myself had been invited to the gathering.
"You're here to pick up Jess?" A very attractive young lady with the most delightful dyed blue and green hair asked. She looked at me and then at another young lady who was standing with her, possibly her sister or cousin I thought, since they had similar facial features.
"Yes, that's right. Could you please tell her I'm here?" I enquired pleasantly, my tone friendly but honestly my eyes were roaming over both of the toned teenage bodies before me, my libido perking up greatly as I cast my eyes on their supple young flesh that was on show.
"Erm... okay I'll just go tell her," the young lady with the multi-coloured hair said, her tone and expression were unsure, and I could hear the mumbling of the party guests even with the banging music playing in the background.
I stood and waited, sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the gathered teens all enjoying their youth and freedom. I didn't much care that the girls were giving me dirty looks, I wasn't here for them after all, and I could hardly blame them. I was as old as their fathers and crashing their fun. Not exactly the best first impression.
It took about five minutes for Jessica to be located and to come and meet me. She'd been upstairs it seemed. I smiled broadly when she pushed her way through the crowd and looked at me with an unhappy expression. I felt my cock twitch as I took her in, ignoring her face and instead just focusing my gaze on her tits, which were barely covered by the tight fitting top of her slinky black dress, before my eyes flashed down to her perfect toned thighs that were only half covered by the lower portions of the garment.
She was the epitome of a gorgeous teenage girl freshly graduated from school. Her supine form was perfection itself, every bit of her proportioned to drive men wild with lust, and her blonde hair was even in pigtails which made her look so much younger and more innocent than her nearly nineteen years.
"You look gorgeous, my darling," I said smoothly but with more than a hint of smug confidence in my voice, I was feeling very good at that moment as the attention of several young men and women were on me and Jessica now.
I saw Jessica tense up a little when I used my affectionate pet name for her, the familiarity of it causing more than a little confusion and surprise amongst those who were near enough to hear. Knowing that made me smile internally. I loved wondering just what was going through these young people's heads at that moment.
"Thanks," Jessica muttered, her eyes downcast. She was clearly embarrassed to be seen with me in front of her friends like this, and why not? She was young, fun and beautiful. I, on the other hand, was old and fat, not exactly the kind of person any teenager would wish their social circle to know they had any sort of connection with, especially not a sexual one.
"You know this guy Jess?" one of the young men asked with a quizzical grin.
