Chills and Smut

Soft moans pushed out of her mouth as a thrust my huge dick through her tight wet pussy. hoo! She was wet, and slippery white cum greased my hard pipe while I jammed through her.

"Don't stop!!" she yelled, as she pulled my hair looking straight into my eyes with those beautiful hazel eyes and asking me for more. Perky tits danced in front of me while holding her soft ass as I rocked us both in a steady rhythm. "Teddy, fuck me harder!" she moaned while I lifted her from the bed with her legs wrapped around her me, she made me lose my mind. That beautiful angelic face, with her soft moans, mixed with her softness took me close to my ejaculation. She didn't want me to, so she switched positions and laid on me, she got down on her knees after a few thrusts and gave me the head of my life, she's a certified nasty one.

"Oh, my God," I moaned while I held her through the movement.

I wanted us to cum together, so I pulled her up and split her legs reciprocating what she just gave me and while she was in ecstasy, I jammed my cock into her wet walls till we both came hard. This officially became the best sex of my life, Camela is a dime piece, she is never boring.

While I was in my twenties, I didn't care about being single cause there was always something to get off on. Now I was in my late thirties, divorced and officially done with any romantic relationship with women, it was just hookups. Camela, the staff leader at my local club, 'Venus'. She was a goddamn sexy little thing, but her whiny and clinging personality made it easy not to want something more.

She whimpered into my neck. I changed my grip to make her stand and grabbed around my dick as I pulled out, while I made sure the condom was still intact. No way was I gonna get her pregnant, I'm too old for that. I already have a daughter. A grown one who was gonna get married in a couple of weeks. That was more than enough.

"You're a badgirl, you know that?!," I mumbled and gave Camela a quick kiss on the cheek. While I got up to dispose of the condoms then wore my shorts.

"That was fun, I could do it every day. when next?" she asked and fixed her tits to make sure they were back in her lacey bra while she put on her crop top but his erect nipples were still showing through it. They were still way too exposed to be considered publicly acceptable but that wasn't my problem. Her sexy body got me wanting more after she wore her short pants hugging her thighs and ass perfectly, and made her look even more fit than she already was. Literally, all the muscles were on display, teasing the fabric each time they vibrated and flexed under her skin. You could see everything, even the vague contours of her pussy lips when she stood a certain way, which was the reason why we started fucking in the first place. The temptation was simply too big. And lifting weights with a half hard in your sweatpants was kind of revealing, and highly inappropriate and embarrassing. Lucky for me, she was horny enough to give me the relief I craved.

"Uhm... Yeah. I'm having visitors over. Family," I said, but it was probably just a mumble. My daughter and her fiancee were coming from Los Angeles(LA) this summer and were staying for a few weeks to celebrate their wedding. I didn't know if they'd arrived or not, though. They were staying at my ex-wife's house anyway, which probably was for the best, but Camelo didn't need to know that.

"Awesome, but are you re..." she said awkwardly and reminded me of how much I hated this part. The small talk after sex that you had to do because it was expected of you, even though you didn't have anything in common.

"Erm anyways... See you around, cool?"

"Yeah. See ya'," she replied, sounding slightly disappointed. I didn't care. She knew what she'd signed up for, so it shouldn't come as a surprise. I didn't want a girlfriend and that's just it. There's no debating this phenomenon, I can't handle anything romantic. Everybody knew that.

I left the gym, heading for the grocery store, with the pleasant aftermath of having some of the gnawing sexual tension relieved. I knew it wouldn't last long, but I did have hands, although fucking my fist while watching porn was far from the real deal. But being sexually frustrated was okay compared to having a witch from hell haunting you every living hour, yelling at you because every single thing you did wasn't good enough according to her insane standards. No, fuck all that. I'd been a loner ever since the divorce, and that's how it was gonna stay.

So I headed out to get something as it was time for dinner, and my exhausted mind was growling louder than my hungry stomach. It was the same fucking question every day. Stake? Had it yesterday. Pizza? Nah. Didn't bother to decide which kind. Chinese? No. If so, I would have bought it elsewhere and not the kind you have to make yourself. Soup? Hell no...

"Oh! I'm sorry!"

The words were exclaimed simultaneously by myself and the person I crashed into, and our eyes connected barely a second later. She automatically smiled and I saw a blush spread on her cheeks, while brown, doe eyes blinked with embarrassment. She was cute.

"I'm terribly sorry, sir. I didn't see where I was going," she said shyly and averted her gaze, and I found myself wanting her to look at me again. She was young, probably late in her teens or around twenty or so, and her hair was like a river of ultra-black flooding over her shoulders and down her back.

"It's okay. It's my fault as well, I should have watched where I was going. I hope you're not hurt?."

Her eyes snapped up to mine again at the sound of my voice, and I saw her pure beautiful smile emerge from her plump lip. Then she looked intently while I smiled down at her.

"You look like someone I've met before. Have we met?" she asked, but almost immediately she shook her head right when she saw my confused face.

"Never mind. Do you happen to know where I can find strawberries, do you?" she asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, I spotted a ring on her finger. She was probably either married or engaged. But wasn't she too young for that? Could be a promise ring too..

Like I'm the one to speak? I got married three days after I turned nineteen.

"Sure. It's in the groceries section over there," I said and pointed out the direction, and I chuckled when I heard her groan.

"I can't believe I walked right past it."

"Thanks."

"No problem," I said, sounding a bit too confident like I just did something heroic. I had no business flirting with this young engaged woman, I presume. Still, I found myself giving her a second glance before she disappeared down the aisle. And I couldn't help but discreetly look around while I was waiting in line to pay. Those green orbs are too hard to forget..