Taking Sophie

All people in this story are over 18

I was dripping wet. So wet, even my pink frilly underwear was soaked through. I brushed a strand of dribbling red hair out of my eyes and pressed on the doorbell. Its faint chime was drowned out by the roaring of the rain around me.

The front door swung open. Mr Spencer filled the doorway.

"Jesus, it's chucking it down. Get inside!" he said and ushered me into the warm house.

"It came out of nowhere, about five minutes ago," I said, feeling rain water dribble down my face.

"You look like a drowned rat," he laughed and shut the door behind us.

I glanced down at the floor. A darkened patch of carpet will steadily increase in size below me as rain ran down my clothes.

"I suppose we better get you dried off," he smiled and let me down the hallway. "You came at the right time a day earlier, and the dryer was broken."

"It's fine, I'm sure I'll dry out. It's hot in here," I said, noticing that the house was considerably above the normal temperature.

He looked around at me sheepishly. "Yeah... About that. That kind of broke the dial on the heater."

"How?" I replied and shivered despite the heat in the air.

"Heavy-handed," he said. "I don't know my own strength, unfortunately, and it leads to things happening."

I bet things did happen around him, I thought. I started to imagine what it would be like to have those hands, stop! I pushed the thought out of my mind with a shake of my head and followed him through the door into the kitchen. Hormones, I thought. Unfortunately, being eighteen, my body was raging with them, and now and again, I imagined things. Naughty things. Things that would make most adults blush.

He gestured to the dryer underneath the sink. It looked new, maybe it was.

"You're welcome to use this, I can't have you walking back looking like I've tried to drown you," he said.

"Are you just trying to get me out of my clothes?" as the words came out of my mouth, I instantly regretted them. I felt my face flush red with embarrassment, but he didn't react. He just walked over to the dryer, flicked the switch on, and opened its front door.

"Where's Tristan? Is he around here somewhere?" I asked.

"Yeah... About that," he said, looking sheepish again. "Julie has taken him out for the day."

"So I didn't need to walk down here after all?"

He shook his head. "You have got drenched for nothing, unfortunately. It was the last minute thing, I should have messaged you, really, but I completely forgot, and I apologize."

No babysitting, bonus!

"I'll still pay you, of course. It's my fault you had to come here in the first place. She told me to message you," he said and moved towards the door.

"Thanks, Mr Spencer. At least I didn't get wet for nothing," I smiled at him.

"Call me Graham. You're always so formal," he said. "There's a few towels in the cupboard over there. Use them if you need to. I'm going to catch up on some work. Let me know when you're done, and I'll let you out."

Without another word, he disappeared out in the hallway, shutting the door behind him.

I stood staring into space for a few seconds before starting to peel my white tank top off my skin and up over my head. My shorts were next, I loosened the tassel holding them up, wriggled my hips, and allowed them to drop to the floor. This entire situation was very surreal, I was standing here, in an older man's house, wearing nothing but a pair of pink freely knickers and a pink skin-tight sports bra, that was perhaps a little too tight. My chest was the envy of a lot of girls. It was larger than most people my size. The fabric was raised a little just at the point where my nipples were.

I hunted around the room for a towel. He showed me where they were, but inevitably, this was not the case. By the time I'd open the fourth cupboard, I'd found them. The neat stack of folded white towels. I took one, rested it on the countertop, and then proceeded to slide my soaking wet knickers down my smooth, tanned legs. I freed my chest from the bra next and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror hanging from the far wall.

I'd never liked my body, even though countless boys my age had told me it was divine. I just didn't see it for some reason. I wasn't fat. In fact, I was very slim, toned, and smooth with curved hips, perky breasts, and a strong looking flat stomach. The problem was that I wasn't happy with it. Maybe I never would be despite my rigorous workouts and countless hours of jogging around the streets.

The dryer hummed to life as I chucked my clothes in, slammed the door shut, and pressed the on button.

I pulled the towel close, wrapping it around my body, covering all the intimate bits that no man had ever seen before. I had always been guarded against men, never giving it away. The most I'd ever done was kiss. I suppose I just hadn't found the right person.

I slit myself upwards onto the countertop and crossed my legs, waiting. I flicked my feet outwards, rocking them backwards and forwards. My carefully manicured toenails were painted a deep crimson red, along with my fingers.

"Everything okay in there?" a distant sounding voice called through the door.

"Yes," I called back. "Nearly done!"

"Take your time. There's no rush!"

I waited and waited as the dryer clicked and rumbled. It felt like an age had passed before it beeped, and the door clicked open of its own accord.

I glanced over at the door to the hallway. My mind slipped into my imagination again. What if I just stepped out into the hallway, just for a second. Maybe he'd be standing there waiting for me? Would he like what he saw? Most of the other boys did, but he wasn't a boy. He was a man. A powerful looking, tall, dark-haired man that I bet could show me a thing or two about intimacy.

I shook my head, pushing the thought away from me as hard as I could. I couldn't do that, not when he had Jenny. His wife was beautiful, elegant, and tall. She looked like a woman of experience and had a body I could only dream of having. Maybe one day I would, but I was young and had nothing to offer apart from school knowledge and a very naive view of the world.

But what if he did like it? What if the minute he saw me, he ripped my towel off and took me in ways I'd only imagined. That would be a thrill, a naughty thrill, to be taken into the jaws of passion by a man double my age.

I shuddered at the thought and squeezed my legs together, fighting back the steady pulse that's had begun to grow at the sweetest spot on my body.

My heart began to pound as I slid down off the counter top, walked straight past the dryer to the door. I hesitated for a second. What was I doing? He was in the other room, and yet I could feel my body pulling towards him.

I drew in a deep breath and pushed to the door to the kitchen open. The hallway was empty.

"Graham?" I called out loud enough to be heard, but not loud enough to actually be heard.

The living room door was only a few feet away, and he was on the other side of it. I could hear him rustling around in there. What was he doing? Cleaning? Perhaps playing with himself? Surely he wouldn't be doing that with me here. Maybe he was playing with himself because I was here.

"Graham?" I called again, no answer.

Fuck! I couldn't believe I was doing this, like I couldn't believe I was even entertaining the idea that he would be interested in me. But what if he was?

A shuffled forward on the soft carpet and reached out to push the door of the living room open. Before my fingers could touch the wood, the door swung inwards, and Graham stood the open hole.

He looked at me with wide eyes and they shocked expression on his face.

"Sophie?" he said, his voice sounding dry.

I stepped back in shock, and as I did so, I stood on the hem of the towel, wrenching it from my grip. It dropped to the floor, revealing every part of me. I crouched down as quickly as I could and grabbed the towel in both hands. As I stood up, he gripped my wrist before I could cover myself fully. I drew in a sharp intake of air from shock.

"You don't have to put that back on, you know," he said calmly.

I looked up at him, feeling the skin on my face begin to bloom red. Was this it? Was the stuff of my imagination going to finally become a reality?

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

He let go of my arm and placed both hands on his hips.

At this moment, I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. He was going to tell me to get out. Surely, that would be the case. I winced in anticipation, waiting for the inevitable shouting that was going to come, but it never did. All he did was stand there and smile at me, while his eyes darted up and down my body, scanning me. I had never felt more naked in my entire life. It felt like his gaze was piercing My Flesh, and everywhere he looked, my skin crackled with electricity.

"You know I'm double your age, right?" he said, raising one eyebrow.

I nodded but didn't speak. I couldn't. It was as if I'd lost my voice. My body felt like it was on fire just from the look he gave me. I crossed my legs where I was standing and squeezed my thighs together, trying to contain the pulsing that had begun to emanate from the place I wished he would just fill.

"I'm not normally like this," I whispered. "I've never..."

"What, a good-looking girl like you?"

"You think I'm good-looking?" I looked up at him and smiled.

He sighed and shook his head. "Much too young and vibrant for me, I'm flattered, but I don't think I could keep up!"

Was that a rejection, I thought. I pull the tile tighter around my body, covering myself as much as I can. "You don't want to, then?"

His face broke out into a smile again. "I never said that, did I? I just said I might not be able to keep up."

"I'm sorry this is all new to me. I've never had anyone touch me, I've only ever given away my kisses two little boys that wouldn't know how to pleasure a woman if it's slapped them in the face!" I said, feeling a little more confident, but the anticipation was still killing me on the inside, though I tried not to show it.

Graham reached out towards me. His hand caressed the outside of the towel as if he were trying to make a decision. After a few seconds of silent deliberation, he gripped the fabric and pulled. The towel was tossed to one side, leaving me standing there in front of him naked and bare. My legs were still crossed tight, flexing my toned to muscles. The fire between my thighs was now at breaking point. It was something I'd never experienced, and it demanded to be released. Both nipples on my firm breasts had grown hard and solid. They ached to be touched or sucked.

Without speaking, he took me into the living room and set me down on the couch. He kept glancing at the door, as if he was contemplating getting up and leaving. Just when I thought he would, he turned back to me and knelt down at my feet.

A shiver ran up my spine as his rough, thick looking hands were placed onto my thighs. He slid them gently and slowly upwards towards my hips, then back down towards my knees. My breathing quickened, and my heart began to pound in my ears.

"Are you sure?" he asked, looking me dead in the eye as if demanding an answer.

I licked my lips and then nodded enthusiastically.

I felt a rush of air up towards my sweet spot as his hands gently gripped my knees. He parted my thighs, exposing my moist, throbbing slit. Just that act alone made my body feel weak. I couldn't believe this was happening, or was I imagining it, daydreaming about all the ways in which this older man was going to fill me.

"Lay back," he whispered.

I did exactly as he asked. Another shiver went up my spine as his hands began to caress my thighs once more.

"How long?" I asked.

"Until what?" he said, sounding confused.

I lifted my head to look down at him. "Until Jenny gets back, obviously!"

He shook his head. "All day," he said and smiled up at me.

"I don't want to get caught."

He ran his hands down the back of my calves now, then back up along my thighs, sending shivers across my body. I was throbbing down there, aching for him to touch me in places I'd never even touched myself.

I rested my head back onto the couch once more and shut my eyes. My body was on fire now, I wanted him, I needed him in ways I'd never needed any man before. I felt his lips on the inside of my thigh, kissing my skin, while his other hand slowly and gently caressed it's a way upwards, over my stomach and onto my right breast.

"Huuhh!" I gasped quietly.

Another kiss was planted on my opposite thigh, then another, and another, edging closer and closer to my throbbing slit.

"Huhh!" I gasped again, drawing in a lung full of air as my thigh received one last wet kiss before his mouth enveloped me. My back arched against its will, and my legs began to tremble on either side of his head. I reached down and ran my fingers through his thick black hair as he began to lap at me, licking and sucking in gentle swirls.

"Uhhhh," I cried a little louder now then - "I'm sorry."

He stopped for a second to look up at me. "What are you sorry for?"

"The noise," I whispered. "I can't control it!"

It was true. I didn't know what was happening, but it was like my voice had a mind of its own.

"That is what is supposed to happen," he grinned. "Don't be shy or apologize!"

I nodded and tapped his head gently, willing him to carry on, which obviously he did.

"Uhhhh Uhhhh," I moaned and wriggled beneath him. The one hand on my breast was squeezing gently, and my hardened nipple was kneaded between his fingers. His other hand had worked its way underneath my body, gripping my firm arse, lifting my hips upwards a little off the couch.

"Ohhh," I moaned once more, as his tongue flicked and twisted in just the right spot. "Uhhh."

My legs began to shake once more, and my grip tightened on his thick hair. I was biting my bottom lip as wave upon wave of pleasure rippled and crackled across my skin.

"Uhhh yesss!" I hissed and twisted my torso, unable to control my own body as a burning sensation began to build in my stomach like a blocked water pipe.

"Is that good?" I heard his muffled voice say.

"Ohhhh yessss it is!" I was screeching now. My voice was exploding outwards, and my eyes were no longer shut. My heart raced at the pace of a thousand miles, and my skin was slick and wet with sweat.

"Oh god!" I groaned through grit teeth. It was building, whatever it was, and it was about to explode.

His tongue, as if knowing what was about to happen, began to lap at me even faster. His lips were locked on my now gushing slit sucking and rubbing against all the right places, pushing me further and further over the edge.

"Uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhhh!!!" I screamed with my mouth wide open, and my eyes rolled upwards into the back of my head. My body was jerking and twisting and convulsing against his grip as he held me down and sucked my slit for all it was worth.

"Im gonna..." I screeched and bucked my hips, not able to get the last word out as my body exploded on his face. I realised I was pulling him onto me, locking him in place as the first orgasm I'd ever experienced crashed through me like a train. Every nerve in my body crackled, and every muscle twitched as I screamed so loud I was sure the neighbours heard every second of what we were doing.

"Ooooh God, yesssss!" I screamed, and as long as it took to begin, it was over. The feeling subsided rapidly, and my body went limp beneath him. My slit pulsed and ached as he blinked and lifted his head.

"Uhhhhhhh," I groaned as I breathed out, still shaking from the pleasure that had washed over me.

"Jesus, you came hard," he said.

"I've never been touched," I smiled. "Remember?"

"Now you have!"

"Did I..?" I gestured down towards my pussy. "Taste okay?"

He chuckled. "Like a sweet peach."

I let out a little whimper of relief. "That was... something."

"Just something?"

"Something amazing," I gasped.

Graham stood up and towered over my limp, naked body.

"Do you want to go further?" He asked. "There's no pressure. You don't have to if you don't want to."

I hesitated for a second, then nodded. "I do."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded again and as I did so he played with the clasp on his jeans. It popped open and dropped to the floor. He was hard, and long, and thick. Veins peppered the side of the monster of a cock that was staring down at me. I had never seen one in person, so I had nothing to compare it to, but his looked like it could ruin a girl in a few strokes.

"Is that even going to fit?" I giggled.

"You flatter me again," he said.

"Be gentle," I whispered, and he lowered himself back onto his knees. "Slow and gentle."

He grunted in agreement.

"Will it hurt?" I asked.

"I don't know," he replied.

"Gentle," I reiterated asy pulse quickened once more. My legs were still shaking and felt weak. I was wet and slippery down there. The firm mounds on my chest raised and lowered in quick succession as my breathing quickened and butterflies circled around in my stomach.

He pressed the tip of himself onto my lips and placed both hands this time on my chest, squeezing my breasts gently, sending sparks across my skin once more.

"Are you sure?" He asked again, looking at me dead in the eye, waiting for a response.

As I nodded once more, he gave his hips a little push.

"Fuck!" I spat and grit my teeth.

He was only a centimetre or so inside me, but it felt like I was being ripped in two. My lips were spread wide, and there was a burning sensation down there.

"Shit did I hurt you."

I shook my head vigorously and bit my lower lip. I shut my eyes tight as he gave another little push, forcing the next centimetre inside me.

I pushed against his chest. "Hold on, it's so big!"

"Just..." he placed both hands on my knees and pulled them outwards, spreading my legs as far as they would go opening the entrance to my insides a little bit wider.

"Push, a little more," I grunted.

He did as I asked and thrust again, forcing his cock a few centimetres deeper this time.

"Ahhhhhh!" I cried out and dug my nails into the skin on his chest. "Push!"

For the fourth and last push his cock pierced something inside me then slid inwards causing my legs to start jerking and my back to arch once more. I grit my teeth, drew in a sharp intake of air and dug my nails further into his skin as a mixture of pain and pleasure rocketed up through my stomach to crackle along my teeth and explode in my ears.

"Ohhh fuck!" I whimpered and shook my head. "I feel so full!"

"Thats because you are. Jesus christ, you're tighter than anything!"

"Uhhhh haaa haha!!" I cried out as he pulled his thick monster of a shaft out, then gently slid himself back between my tight walls, filling me once more.

"Are you okay?"

I nodded. I couldn't speak. All I could do was focus on the huge thing that had just penetrated my insides.

He grunted and thrust again, holding himself deep inside me this time, letting my walls get used to the size of him.

"Ohhh fuck!" I hissed through grit teeth. Is it okay?"

"Perfext," he whispered close to my ear. "Your perfect!"

"Am I bleeding?" I asked.

He shifted his weight and glanced down.

"No blood," he said and smiled down at me.

"Go slow," I whispered up at him. "Fuck me slow."

He was gentle and tender. His kisses on my neck and collar bone sent shivers down my spine.

"Uhhhh," I groaned as he slid into me again, slowly and delicately. "This feels amazing!"

"Faster?" He asked.

I nodded and shut my eyes tight. My whole body was trembling as waves of pleasure washed down my body.

"Huuhhh yesss!" I hissed.

His thrusts gently increased in pace. I could feel him filling me. I could feel my juices dribbling down onto the couch beneath me as I widened, accommodating the size of him. He slid in and out of me easily now as I got so wet I felt like I was gushing with liquid.