Fuck I was nervous. My mom had selected the dress and packed it and yapped non-stop, but I didn’t hear any of it. Not only was I going to spend a night at the great hotel and have dinner in the fucking Chancellors Room, one of this planet’s finest restaurant don’t you know, I was going to make love with – and probably be fucked by – my Captain.
It’s enough to cause a girl to ignore the yapping of her mother. I knew, though, that my Captain would not let me fail. A girl in love knows these things.
When the guy who brought our bags left I didn’t know what the plan was. But then he was kissing me telling me he loved me and pressing me against the wall and feeling me up and I reached down to grab his cock because I’d heard sometimes older guys have troubles but he was pretty hard and then he was kissing my neck which turns me on A LOT.
I wasn’t immediately transported to another world for a crescendo of thundering orgasms, but the mind was swirling…I was horny and getting some and I was in love and getting some with my man for the first time… I wanted to fuck his brains out and give him the blow job of his life, but it was our first time and I let him lead and it was pretty basic.
Basic but good.
Nice body. Mostly trim, and rather muscular. And tanned. And hairy. Not the hottest bod I’ve been naked in the same bed with, but nice and, of course, I loved him, so he was the hottest stud on the planet.
My Captain is such a dork! I was pretty calm, but his teeth were chattering he was that nervous! I could hear them when he moved in. Good. I’m young enough to be his daughter and I’m pretty foxy and he’d better be nervous.
I took him by the hand and led him to the bed, which wasn’t steps away because we had a suite and had to walk through the living room.
I laid down with his hand in mine so he was on top of me. A good feeling. Usually, you’re just waiting for some cock, but this my man. He loved me and I loved him and our kisses were wet and I thought he trying for bonus points by sucking my tongue out of my mouth, which kinda hurt the next day, but whatever.
He fingered me! Pretty good, too. No boy knows about turning the palm up and moving your finger like that. Boys just try to get the whole wrist in there, which kinda isn’t the point.
I’m surprised he didn’t lick me more. I mean, I’d heard older guys were like really good at this cause boys sure aren’t. It’s like they’re eating dessert, not making me come. I was ready to be licked for a long time and come a couple of times, but guys must have something to prove the first time cause he was fucking me pretty quickly.
Not complaining. He fucked me for 20 minutes, which was 19-and-a-half minutes longer than boys fuck me.
20 minutes of the man I love inside me. The very best love feels. Afterward, we snuggled, which was pretty good feels, too. He’s strong and has the arms and chest required to snuggle a pretty younger girl and make her feel safe and loved.
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Despite everything, I was still insecure in the bathroom getting ready for my first dinner at the Chancellors Room! I mean, there are women his age out there. Pretty women, successful women, not tellers at a bank. Women who could probably suck the chrome off a bumper. I see them all the time at the bank. Why me? These are women who’ve been here before and are accustomed to the finer things in life, not some girl wondering if she’ll measure up. I did measure up, though. Nailed it, dead solid perfect. I was in heaven and was a perfect Angel.
I was so nervous I actually hesitated before walking out the bathroom door, my heart in my throat.
My Captain looked me over, took both my hands and said I was every man’s dream. I was, of course, but I needed to hear that. It would be the last time I was insecure with him. He made me feel special and, well, so me.
My Captain let me walk into the restaurant a bit ahead of him. I wasn’t looking for an audience, but I seemed to have one.
“Why’s everybody looking over here?” I asked, looking back.
The Captain put his hands on my waist and his mouth near my ear, which always turned me on..
“Because they wish they were you.”
I began to cry. People wishing they were me! Imagine!
“Is anybody wishing they were you?”
My Captain laughed.
“No, probably not,” he said with a smile. “Well, every swinging dick, in here is, of course.
The Captain turned me around and looked into my eyes.
“No man has ever been out with a woman as pretty as you are tonight. It’s not possible”
All right, a second time crying. Or maybe it was a continuation of the first. There would be other times.
He knew the waiter! That was OK. He told this was not the first time he’d been here and that he’d come here with other women. Didn’t matter because they weren’t there. I was.
Then Mr. Barrett made me cry! He said I was stunningly beautiful and that the stars were dancing for them because I had favored them with my presence tonight. He told my Captain he had exceeded his usual high standards and that I was shining amid the brightness or something like that.
That made the tears come again, let me tell you. Me, shining amid brightness!
We danced, too! The night was perfect! Champagne, my first caviar, some goose stuff I still can’t pronounce and dancing! They had a live band. They played songs I didn’t really know, but the Captain did and we danced a lot. Now, my Captain is a lousy dancer, I’m afraid, but I’m not and I made sure he did OK, because a girl looks out for her man. I mean, I couldn’t have him falling and breaking a hip at his advanced age.
Our last dance was right before dessert. It was a slow song, and we spent a lot of it looking into each other’s eyes. No words, because what were we going to say?
This was it.
We both knew.
The great love.
More weeping.
I almost tore his arm out its socket walking back to the room. I held his hand and hugged his arm and good God, I did not want this walk to end. I could’ve have walked with him all night.
As it was, our walk would last forever.
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