It all started a couple of years ago... - Sex Stories

It all started a couple of years ago...

It all started a couple of years ago. She was a friend of one of my daughters and came to our house regularly. The first time I met her, I felt a disturbingly sexual tension between us. I had never felt that before, especially not with women twenty five years younger than me. I was happily married at the time, and my now ex-wife and I had a great sex life. And whatever I was not getting at home, I made sure I got when travelling. I was disturbed by the feelings I had whenever we met. It did not feel right somehow. She was far too young and a friend of my daughter. Having three daughters meant there was a constant stream of young, and sometimes beautiful, women in and out of our home, and I had never felt that way about any of them. I kept my distance, of course. I never gave her any indication that I felt what I felt. And neither did she, for that matter. But it was there, this feeling of raw sexual desire. Every time I saw her, I felt the tension, and it went straight to my groin. A couple of years later, I was sitting in my apartment in the old city center. My wife and I had divorced, and I was living alone. The kids had all gone off to university and had their own lives. I always had an excellent relationship with them and the divorce did nothing to change that. My wife and I had decided to move on. We did so without too much of a fight, and the kids seemed to have understood why we had to go our separate ways. It was early Saturday afternoon. I had just made a double ...

... espresso and was reading my weekend newspaper. I was concentrating on a lengthy article, when the doorbell rang. I was jolted by the sound which broke my concentration. I was not expecting anyone that day. I put my newspaper down and got up. I walked to the front door of my apartment and pushed the button of the intercom. The moment I pushed it, the camera of the front door downstairs lit up. I saw a person standing in front of the door, but because of the light, I could not make out who it was. I made an effort to not sound too grumpy when I asked who it was. A smiling face looked straight in the camera. It was her, Jane, the friend of my daughter. She said hello, and asked if she could come in as she had some sort of problem with her scooter. Or at least that is what I thought she said. I pushed another button to open the outside door and at the same time opened the door of my apartment. I waited for the elevator to come up and watched her come out. She was as beautiful as ever. It was the middle of the summer, and she was dressed accordingly. She was wearing a light summer dress. It was off-white and in hippie style as was the “thing” that summer. She was smiling at me. I smiled back and invited her to come in. As men do, I quickly glanced at her breasts. Even when she was young her breasts were much larger than most girls her age. I noticed they had not shrunk, if anything. I felt a bit guilty checking her out like that and hoped she had not noticed. After she came into the ...