Speed-Dating My Landlord : First Timers 23 (Virgin Erotica First Time Erotica Alpha Male Erotica Age Gap Erotica): First Timers, #23

By Tori Westwood

"Do not tell my wife."  That's what Mr. Johnson said when he sat down across the table from me at a speed-dating event close to our home town.  Turns out everything isn't rosy in my landlord's sex life.

Well mine hasn't even begun yet, and if he wants to keep me quiet then maybe we can find a solution that benefits us both.

Claim your virgin lodger, Mr. Johnson, and let me give you the tightness that she can't.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Oct 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393505846

Tori Westwood

Tori Westwood writes short erotica whenever she finds time between her day-job and her family.  She is still searching for her niche, not yet limiting herself to any particular sub-genre, having penned all manner of fiction.  She is happily married and delights in exploring her own fantasies through her writings.  For updates, follower her on Twitter @ToriWestwood1

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He stepped out of his car, a tall silhouette at first.  I got out of mine and sat against the hood, watching him approach in the twilight.  It was a warm night with only the chirping of crickets to cut through the silence.

So how should we— I began.

He didn’t say a word as he grabbed my hips and put himself against me.  His mouth quickly touched mine and before I knew it we were in the midst of a passionate kiss that had begun in the parking lot earlier and was continuing now in earnest.  It had much more room to breathe out here.

I hummed contentedly as his tongue washed against mine and my hands came around him quickly, feeling his muscled ass and realizing quickly what the hard thing was that was pressing into my midriff.

Ready to go already? I asked, pulling away from him.

It’s all I thought about on the way over here, he confessed.

I want you to do everything you imagined.

He started to unbuckle his belt and I dropped to my knees submissively, wanting to see him release himself to me.

My eyes had adjusted to the light out here by now and I could make out the white of his boxer-shorts.  In the moonlight they took on a bluish-grey hue and so too did the flesh above it.

He tugged his pants down and I watched the hair of his torso turn thicker and coarser as more of it was revealed to me below the waistline.

He pushed his pants over his ass and that’s when I saw the huge rod of flesh fly up out of his boxer-shorts and bob invitingly in front of me.

Instinctively I wrapped my fist around it and kept it still, focusing on the bulbous crown and feeling the beats of blood pump into him against my palm.

This was the first thing I imagined, he said.  You on your knees, sucking my cock.

"I guess I’d better