Ever since I was younger, I have had this thing for older men. It's something about their maturity and experience that draws me irresistibly to them. And so when my neighbor, Mr. Evans, a silver fox in his late fourties began to be very friendly and attentive towards me, a sense of desire flowing inside me could not be stopped.

Late one afternoon while I was alone at home, there was a knock on the door. I opened it to see Mr. Evans in front of me, a casual smile on his face.

"Hey, Alexia," he began. And his voice was gentle and inviting. "I had intended you to assist me with something."

I nodded and moved to the side to allow him entry. "Sure, what is it you need?"

He entered and scanned the room before his eyes hooked back onto mine. "Some computer trouble. Word's around you really know your stuff with those things."

I smiled with my head down, very embarrassed. "Well, I can have a look at it."

He led me inside his house, and I followed, heart thumping in my chest with each step. When we got inside, he took me into his study, where his desk was, with a computer atop it. I sat my butt down on the chair and started to work away, aware of every place occupied behind me.

"What do you think after observing me for so long?" And I tried to put my thoughts in some order, but there were so many racing through my head already.

Finally, at his words which seemed to strain through a mouth full of cotton and dry air, I twisted up and faced him. "Is there something else you were looking for... Mr. Evans?" I breathed out in a small voice.

He watched me, conflicting expressions making a game across his tired eyes and face. "Alexia, I... shouldn't but I can't help myself." His voice was husky, just right for grating on all her nerves. "You are beautiful," he paused, then with more fervor, "young woman, and I can't get you out of my head."

Warmth spread in me. I stood up and closed the inches between us. I took the plunge: "I feel the same way, Mr. Evans." My line of vision dueled with his as I spoke.

He leaned over to brush my cheek. "Alexia," he said into my skin. Tension coiled my body in aching desire. He leaned over and gave me a soft, light kiss. At first, it was all a little shy, but it quickly deepened as both of us gave in to the most beautiful secret desire-fueled passions.

He pulled away, panting. "Are you really sure about this, Alexia?" He sounded concerned in his inquiry.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes, I am. I want this. I want you."

He grinned fondly while coming back to me and kissing me once more, his hands roaming all over my body.

This time, the kiss was more urgent, more passionate. I could feel his hardness pressing against me and moaned as his body called me forward now. He heaved me on the desk, his hands playing around in shapes and sizes on my curves. My legs wrapped around him, drawing him closer.

Breaking off the kiss to breathe raggedly, "You are so beautiful, Alexia. I can't resist you."

This was accompanied by a whimper, every cell of my body aching with desire. But I wanted him to take me then and there. Only, he did not allow so.

He pulled back, eyes locked onto mine. "Not here, not like this," he said firmly, his voice speaking before he even realized it. "You deserve better than a quick fuck on my desk."

I grimaced, but he just smiled down at me before his fingers left the line of my jaw. He whispered and sighed, as he brought his hand over the handle of her hair; it felt as long as the beautiful marmalade he rested his head on.

This led me on, with both his hands incidentally entrapped in mine towards his bedroom. The light from his solitary bedside lamp took care of setting perfection to the giant king-sized bed that filled the room. He turned to give me his eyes reeling from a mixture of lust and tenderness.

"I want to take my time with you, Alexia," he murmured, even before the rest of the silence had had any chance to get angry between my ears, hands now softly pulling each tiny bit of clothing off me; one by one they dropped gradually down, leaving me completely open and defenseless. He beheld me with a glazed wandering gaze moving over my body in an appreciative manner.

I moved, the trembling of my hands at the beginning of disrobing him. His shirt went first, showing a muscled, toned chest. My fingers slowly overwhelmed the heat and age of his skin. He took off his pants under my blazé, and he became, at once, completely naked, his cock jauntily hardened stiff.

He nudged me gently along with the bed, laying me down. This lips touched mine again; his hands ran over my body of theirs. Down my neck, down to the collarbone which he impressed lips on. He drank on my nipple that was still closed in, sucking and softly nipping at it, giving me intense reactions to pleasure.

I twisted backwards, soft moans ushered along as he showered pleasing attentions on my more than eager breasts. Then the hands sank further, sliding slightly over my hips and thighs. His fingers gently pushed my legs apart, brushing past wet, hot folds.

"You're so wet for me, Alexia," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I can't wait to be inside you."

I cried at the need that tortured my body. He slid to the bed between both my legs, his cock only a breath away from penetrating my slit. Locked shoulders, each stuck intently in the other pair of eyes, as he asked for permission and saw me nodding into the green light.

My body twitched; I felt my skin splitting to accommodate as he pressed inside me so slowly, time seeming meaningless before his full entry. He moved back and forth inside me, hips thrusting with mine at a steady speed. I wrapped my legs around his back further, pulling him deeper inside me, my nails piercing into him.

"You're very perfect, Alexia," he growled into my ear. "Together, you're the tightest girl I ever was."

I groaned in my synergy with the way he pushed against me. He reached between us, his fingers traveling far down. As he ran his fingers over my clit, I pushed convulsively with a quick, hot blast of the contractions.

Then he began to move; his body moved so that he was on the brink, just as if he could feel he was moving as an entirety muscle for one ultimate release. He was getting much closer; his movements were accelerated, even desperate. With a deep, brusque groan, he came, tensing his body as hard as ever as his warmth filled me.

This repose stayed for a while between us, the one body curling around the other as he pulled me into his arms, leaving me with a contented silence in that quiet state while our breathing reverted back to normal.

"It was...spectacular," I murmur with my head resting against his chest.

He half-smiled and his fingers wove lazy patterns on my back. "You're amazing, Alexia. I just cannot get enough."

Reclining toward sleep itself was not as much a struggle as becoming glued and wound up in each other's minds and bodies.