I Discovered I Like Mature Men

It all started two days after I turned eighteen, on just another Monday. The Saturday before had been my party, at my house, with all my friends. It turned out perfectly, even though I’d imagined that night I’d finally have something happen with a guy I’d liked for months, someone I’d already exchanged kisses and caresses with more than once.

Nothing happened. It turned out he had a girlfriend, and all I got was an awkward hug and an apology. I went to bed sad, feeling stupid. But something inside me, an intuition I still didn’t know how to name, told me things were about to change.

Monday came. I didn’t go to class because my group was going on a trip and I had no desire to go. So I stayed home, determined to do absolutely nothing all day. My parents work from dawn to dusk and almost never come home for lunch; that Monday, on top of that, they had a lunch with my godparents, so I had the whole house to myself.

I took the opportunity to get into the pool. I have to confess something: ever since I was a child, I’ve loved bikinis. I’ve never worn a one-piece swimsuit. I like showing my body, and honestly, I have good reason to be proud. I’m slim, with a generous chest, and an ass that more than one person has stared at, with long brown hair. Even when I’m home alone, I like to look good.

Once I was in the water, I took off the top so I could swim almost naked. It’s a sensation I’ve always liked, feeling the water sliding over my skin. Sometimes I caress my tits under the surface, pinch my nipples until they go hard, or lower my hand farther down, open my cunt with my fingers, and let the skimmer’s stream hit me there, on the clit, until it makes me close my eyes and bite my lip. That’s what I was doing, with two fingers buried deep inside and my other hand squeezing a tit, when the doorbell rang.

I hurriedly put my bikini top back on and wrapped myself in a towel. I thought it was my parents. When I opened the door, I found Esteban, a friend of my dad’s. He had to be around forty and used to come to the house at Christmas and for celebrations, always with his wife and his daughter Lucía, who by the way is a friend of mine.

He was impeccably dressed, in a dress shirt and trousers; he’s an architect and is always well put together. And he’s not ugly at all: tall, athletic, with that confidence men have once they’re past forty and know exactly what they’re worth. I told him to come in, but to close his eyes, because the house was a mess and I was in a towel.

He laughed.

—Relax —he said—. I only came to drop some plans off for your father.

I explained that my dad wasn’t there, that he’d be back at night. While I talked, I noticed his eyes going down my legs, where the pool water was still dripping.

—That’s strange —he insisted—. I spoke with him a little while ago and we agreed to meet here.

I was surprised, but I believed him. I offered him something to drink. I was having a glass of white wine; he accepted a beer. I turned on the TV in the living room and told him to look for me at the pool if he needed anything, that my dad surely wouldn’t be long.

—Yeah, princess, don’t worry. I’m in no rush.

Princess. It caught my attention. He’d always called me by my name, never like that. I didn’t give it any importance and went out to the garden. It was a beautiful afternoon, one of those when the sun hits just right. But it was about to get a thousand times better.

Not even ten minutes had passed when Esteban appeared at the edge of the pool.

—What’s up, Esteban? Need something? —I asked from the water.

He looked at me with a smile that had something different in it, something I’d never seen before.

—Yeah, princess. The thing is, I want another beer, but I can’t find them and I didn’t want to go digging around in your kitchen.

I told him no problem, I’d bring it to him. He handed me the towel and stayed there looking at me hard while I got out of the water, following every drop sliding down my skin.

—Hey —he said slowly—, you’ve got to tell me how you do it, getting prettier every time I see you.

I felt my face go hot, a mix of flattery and something I still didn’t dare admit to myself.

—I don’t do anything special —I answered, laughing—. Just some exercise, that’s all.

We walked toward the kitchen. He put a hand on my back so I’d go in first, and I felt it slide, just a little, farther down than necessary, to the base of my ass. I took the beer out of the fridge and opened it for him.

—You turned eighteen on Saturday, right? —he said, leaning against the counter—. I’m sure they spoiled you with gifts.

—Not bad —I replied—. I didn’t get everything I wanted, but I’m not complaining.

—Come on, I’ll walk you back outside, so you don’t catch cold.

—All right. Have the beer out there with me, so you’re not left alone.

As we went back into the garden, I started to notice a wetness between my thighs that had nothing to do with the pool. I felt my cunt throbbing under the wet fabric of the bikini, swollen, needy. I didn’t really understand why, or maybe I did: it was the way Esteban spoke to me, those words in a low voice, the way he looked at me as if he knew me from the inside out.

I told him I was getting back in the water. He pulled up a chair and sat at the edge.

—And that gift they didn’t give you, what was it? —he asked.

I blushed.

—A boyfriend —I admitted, almost joking.

—I don’t believe that for a second. A gorgeous girl like you must have a line of suitors. —He took a swig of beer and added—: And don’t call me Esteban with so much respect. Just call me Esteban, or whatever you want.

—I’m telling the truth, I’m single —I told him.

He fell silent for a moment, looking at me. Then he spoke more softly, more slowly, like someone deciding to cross a line.

—If I could, I’d ask you to be mine. I’d love to show you what this is all about, the pleasures you still don’t know. I knew your father wasn’t going to be here, nor anyone else. That’s why I came. I’ve been looking at you for a long time and I can’t keep it in anymore. You look too good. Every time you come to open the door for me, I get hard without being able to stop it.

I wasn’t afraid. Nor was I indignant. To my own surprise, I felt a desire that left me breathless. I lowered my eyes and saw the erection pressing under his pants, thick, long, straining the fabric. I couldn’t look away.

—I think I have a lot to learn, Esteban —I said in a voice I barely recognized as my own—. Why don’t you come with me?

I couldn’t even believe what I had just said.

***

In less time than I expected, Esteban was naked at the edge of the pool. He took off his shirt button by button without taking his eyes off me, then his belt, then his pants, and when he pulled down his boxer shorts, his cock sprang up, hard, thick, the tip already glistening with a drop hanging from it. I was left with my mouth slightly open. I had never seen a man so close, so confident in his body, or a cock like that, so adult, so made for fucking.

He got into the water, wrapped his arms around me, and started kissing my neck, my shoulders, my mouth. He shoved his tongue in without asking, all the way to the back, while pressing me against his body and I felt his hard cock jam against my belly, hard as a stone under the water.

—I want you to be mine —he told me against my ear—. This mouth, these tits, this cunt, this ass, all of it has to be for me. All of it.

He untied the knot on the top of my bikini and the fabric floated away. He lowered his head and took one whole tit into his mouth, sucking hard, tugging at the nipple with his teeth until I screamed. Then the other, the same, while one hand slid inside my panties and squeezed my ass with a firmness that made me shake. I wrapped my legs around him, letting the water and him carry me, feeling that hard cock searching between my thighs.

—You’re going to feel things you didn’t know existed —he promised—. Slow, no rush. I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll forget all those losers you waste your time with.

He tore off the string bottom and threw it into the water. He put his right hand between my legs and began to stroke my cunt with two fingers, very slowly, opening me, feeling at the entrance, circling the clit with a patience that drove me crazy. When he noticed how wet I was, he laughed softly against my ear.

—You’re soaked, princess. And that’s not pool water. That’s you. That’s because you want me inside. Say it.

—I want you inside —I whispered, unable to believe those words were coming out of my mouth—. Please.

He slipped in one finger, then two, without stopping rubbing his thumb over my clit. It was nothing like the clumsiness of guys my age, those hurried hands that only wanted to get to the end. Esteban read every tremor in me, every jolt, and adjusted his hand accordingly. He took his time, as if for him the only thing in the world was that moment and my wet skin beneath his fingers. I was already about to come just from that, hanging from his neck, breathing into his mouth.

—No, not yet —he whispered, pulling his fingers out—. You’re going to come with my cock inside you, not before.

He lifted me by the hips, pressed my back against the pool wall, and guided the tip to the entrance of my cunt. I felt it thick, hot, throbbing. He pushed slowly, millimeter by millimeter, letting me feel how it opened me. A long moan escaped me from deep in my belly. When he was all the way in, I clung to his back, digging my nails in without even realizing it, feeling filled in a completely new way.

—You’re so fucking good —he murmured, still not moving, letting me get used to it—. What a tight little cunt you’ve got, princess. I’m going to fuck this little pussy many more times.

He started moving, first slowly, in and out, letting me feel every inch. Every thrust tore a gasp from me, a current that rose from my stomach to the nape of my neck. I threw his words back at him without filters, begging him for more, telling him I belonged to him, not to stop, to shove it deeper. The water moved with us, warm, complicit, splashing against the wall every time he thrust.

—Harder —I asked him—. Fuck me harder.

He grabbed my ass with both hands, lifted me even higher, and started spearing me without restraint, plunging his cock all the way in, pulling almost all the way out to slam it back in with one stroke. Moans escaped me and echoed all over the garden, and he didn’t care; on the contrary, he wanted me to scream more, not to keep quiet.

At one point he pulled away. He sat on the edge of the pool, legs spread and cock standing up, shining with water and with me, and asked me to come over.

—Come here. Suck it. I want to see that little mouth wrapped around my cock.

I sank between his legs and took him in my hand. I ran my tongue from the base to the tip, very slowly, looking him in the eyes like he wanted. I licked his balls, sucked the tip with my lips tight, and then I took him all the way into my mouth, as far as I could, until the tip hit the back of my throat. I heard him let out a growl and grab my hair. He guided me with his hand, setting the rhythm, pulling his cock out of my mouth so I’d suck his balls and then shoving it back in.

—That’s it, princess, that’s it, swallow it all. You’re doing so well for your first time. This little mouth is mine now, understand? Mine.

He liked seeing me do it, liked saying it, and I liked hearing it. Saliva ran down my chin, dripping onto my tits, and I kept sucking, faster and faster, gripping the base with my hand. I enjoyed it as much as he did, discovering that giving pleasure was also a way of having him, that feeling that cock swell in my mouth made me even hotter.

Before he came, he pulled away.

—Not yet. I want to finish inside you.

He got back into the water. He turned me around, made me place my hands on the pool edge, arched my back, and with one shove slid all the way into me from behind. I screamed. It felt like he was splitting me open. One of his hands went up to my breasts and pinched a nipple between his fingers; the other held my hip, keeping the rhythm.

—I’ve been thinking about this ass of yours for years —he told me in my ear, never stopping his thrusts—. Every time I came over for dinner at your house, I’d leave with my cock hard from seeing you walk by. And now you’re mine. Now I fuck you whenever I want.

I could only close my eyes and let myself go. He ran one hand around to the front and found my clit with two fingers, rubbing it in fast circles while he kept pounding me from behind. It was too much. I started shaking, my legs went weak, and I came screaming, squeezing his cock with my cunt in spasms I couldn’t control.

—That’s it, princess, that’s it, come for me, squeeze me nice and tight because I can’t hold back anymore.

The thrusts got faster, deeper, more brutal. I felt him tense behind me, heard his ragged breathing against my nape, a hoarse growl, and felt his cock swell inside me and release, stream after stream, filling my cunt with hot semen. I kept moaning, eyes closed, feeling how each throb of his cock emptied itself inside me. I stayed hanging on the edge, trembling, while he finished emptying himself into me without stopping biting my neck.

When he finally pulled out, I felt his cum spill down my thighs and dissolve in the water between us.

***

We stayed there a long while, wrapped in each other’s arms, catching our breath, laughing like two accomplices. We had another drink, still in the pool, with the afternoon falling around us. Before he left, he kissed me one last time, slipped two fingers into my cunt to feel how his semen was still inside, and promised we’d see each other again soon.

I was left alone, stretched out in the sun, going over every detail with a smile that wouldn’t fade. That afternoon I learned something about myself I hadn’t known: I like mature men. I like their calm, their confidence, the way they take the lead without rushing, how they know how to fuck without asking. And this, I have the feeling, is only the beginning of many stories I still have left to live.