I was newly 18, working at golf coarse. I managed the restaurant; it had a counter (like one's in diners) a beautiful balcony, and a dining room. I was working there for about 2 years now, and I had worked for this boss for about 6 years now (hence why I was managing at 18). Anyhoo...
My boss tells me before he leaves that Cal is out in the half-way house and will prolly need more water in about 2 hours.
"Cal?? You mean Cal from years ago??"
Yup it's him, I ran into him recently and told him I needed a few more hands round here so he agreed"
"Wow, I haven't seen him since the old place."
"Yea Joey don't remind me, you were about 12 yrs. old then!"
"Time flies when you're having fun!"
"Have a good night Joey, and if you need anything at all call my cell"
"Will do!"
Hours later, Cal came in to the restaurant, and surprised to hell that I'm standing there!
"Joey??, HOLY SHIT, you've grown up, but that face is exactly the same!"
I giggle, "Cal, and you haven't changed a bit!"
He gives me a big hug.
"Wow, Cal you were like 26 when we last worked together, I called you an old man then... lol now you’re 30 something... lol"
"And I called you a little girl"
"Cal, I was 12, I WAS a little girl!"
"Ok let me do the money for the night, I'll be right back"
I walk to the back with the money and begin counting.
"Is everyone gone for the night." he yells over to me.
I reply, "Yup, I sent everyone home and just locked everything up."
I hear him fiddling round with something. He walks up behind me, brings a glass of wine around in front of me.
I turn around, "What's this for?"
"To celebrate our little reunion"
We cheer and I take a sip - mmm delicious
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At 18 I never drank wine)
I finish with the money, and close up the rest of the restaurant, turning the gas, ovens, and lights off.
We end up sitting at the counter drinking the wine and catching up, talking about everything from school, to family, sex,…... While we're talking Cal puts his hand on my thigh then a few minutes later slowly rubs, it feels good and I'm slightly slightly buzzed, I let him continue.
He ends up kissing me, and telling me how I've become a gorgeous sexy woman. I love what he's saying, I've never been with an older man, and I love how he knows just how to touch me; kiss me, and what to say.
We end up on the floor (it's carpeted) next to the counter and chairs, I'm lying on my back and my shirt is off, he is grinding into me over my jean cut-off shorts, his mouth on my nipples licking and sucking, his hand in my hair gripping with his fist.
"I want you Joey" he whispers in my ears.
I'm not sure what to do or say, I’m feeling euphoric at the moment, but he wants me, he wants to have sex with me?! I've only had sex with one guy. What do I do??
I don't answer him... I try to ignore the plead.
He licks and bites my neck, my shoulders, licking and sucking my chin to my lips; where he kisses me deeply. He tells me I’m delicious, I giggle, he tells me I'm adorable and he's got to feel more of me.
He unbuttons my shorts and slides them off, I'm completely unsure of what the hell I'm doing, but I just let him do.
He slips a finger past my panties and into my pussy, I moan.... as I moan I hear him say to himself... mmm baby pussy. I let it go, I don't even care I just want more, I've never felt so horny like this before.
He kneels up and tells me to unbutton his jeans, I do so. He then stands up and tells me to pull them down and off, I do. He comes back down to the floor, gets on top of me and starts kissing me.
"Joey, take your panties off for me"... He backs off of me and I slide my panties down my smooth legs. "Good Girl" he replies.
Something in me swirls when he says that, and I smile.
He's on top of me again grinding against my pussy. He whispers, "Are you ready sweetheart?" I nod my head. "Do you have anything?" I say - (referring to a condom) he stands up and says "I will". He instructs me to take his boxers off; I take his waistband of his boxers and pull them down, over his protruding hard cock and down his legs. I can't help but stare at this naked man in front of me. He warns me that he can go for a long, long time, and asks if I can handle that, I tell him “Yes, I'll try”. He says good girl and again my pussy swirls.
He walks around to the back of the counter and I hear him doing something... as I’m lying there I have second thoughts. I'm not sure if this is right to do, he's so much older than I.
He then comes back over, stands before me rubbing his cock. He tells me to watch him, then he takes a plastic garbage bag and puts it over his cock (YES! A fucking plastic bag! I kid you NOT)
"That's certainly not a condom" I say a bit worried.
"Baby Girl, don't worry I've been doing this since I was your age, it makes for a great substitute."
I'm not sure what to do, and I'm trying to think this all out. This is the second person I'm having sex with, he's like 32, and he has a plastic bag around his cock. I'm at a loss, he could tell I'm nervous he bends down and lowers himself onto me; he pushes my legs open with his.
"It's ok sweetie, I'm going to make you feel so good. I know you've only been with one person honey but just wait till you feel my cock inside you." I nod my head and open my legs a bit more for him.
He kisses me, gropes and rubs my tits, pinching my nipples. I start feeling euphoric again, my hips start grinding against him and my body is ready it wants it, I want it.
He slowly starts pushing into me. As he's pushes into me I cry out a bit, he's much larger than what I'm used to, "Shhh, shhh little girl it won't hurt much longer."
I feel him entering, I feel his cock wrapped with the plastic bag pushing into me...
"I've wanted you since you were 12yrs old. You were the sexiest 12 yr. old I'd ever seen. I dreamed about fucking you then Joey."
I'm not sure what to say to that; I stay quiet, whimpering a bit as he starts fucking me.
Driving his plastic-bag-covered-cock in and out of my pussy, he goes on about what a sweet little girl I am, and how I still have that 12 year old face. He fucks me harder, and the friction of the bag, along with his cock stretching me is starting to hurt inside, but he does feel good. He feels as good as he promised so I lay underneath him pressing my hips back and forth up into him, trying to ignore the burning sensation from the bag.
I'm wet; I'm enjoying this man on top of me, fucking me. But he was like a machine he just kept pumping into me non-stop, in-and-out, in-and-out, in-and-out, in-and-out, in-and-out, in-and-out, I pushed rhythmically back with my body, but the plastic bag was hurting. I eventually told him, "Cal the bag is kinda hurting me", "Oh sweetie it's ok, just concentrate on my cock inside your sweet baby pussy". He continued fucking me, grunting, sweating, saying things like, yes baby yes, such a good girl you are, that’s it honey, mmmmmm… good girl.
I was getting exhausted of his relentless use of me, the plastic bag was burning so badly from the friction, I wanted to continue, but I just couldn't take any more, I told him "No more Cal, no more.. please" he said ok... and stopped fucking me, but he didn't pull out yet. He stayed on top of me, kissing my mouth, my cheeks, my neck.
"How bout just another min or two, let me cum for you".
"Ok" I replied
He went slow, nice and slow the plastic hurt a lot less, mmm I was enjoying the smooth motion of his cock sliding back and forth from my cunt. He started moving just a bit faster, I didn't mind it still felt good... but then he started on again, pushing into me hard - fast. I cried out, he held my face and told me to be a good girl and to take the pain for him, and for his cock, and I certainly did... I took the burning pain from the bag, I took the pain from his cock stretching and using me, and finally I felt his cock jerking a bit, spewing out cum into that plastic bag.
He laid on top of me for a little while longer, his cock still inside me. He kissed me everywhere and told me I was great.
I fucked him a few more times that summer in the restaurant, on the tables, against the giant refrigerators, all over the damn place, but we never ever again used a plastic bag. And each time we fucked he still talked to me like I was 12 years old.
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