I’m Old Enough to be his Great-grandmother! Picking up a Guy in a Bar

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He was fit, I was looking forward to being thrown around the bedroom later on

He’s got the kind of firm body that owes equal gratitude to good genes and time spent in the gym or swimming pool. I don’t know how he spends his leisure time — we hadn’t really talked much beyond shameless flirting as we played pool. I knew he was enjoying the view of me in a short skirt as I bent over the polished table edge to take my shot. I was reciprocating by getting thirsty just flaunting my long legs and firm backside.

Deacon took a tricky shot, and a blast of heat hit my nether regions seeing his madras shirt pull tightly across lats and deltoids. Lordy, this fella was fit and strong! I was looking forward to being thrown around the bedroom a little later on. Horizontal gymnastics were my favourite kind of exercise.

“Deacon, why don’t we up the stakes?” I treated him to my most suggestive smile and whispered some of my filthy intentions in his ear.

He was keen alright, something reminiscent of a canoe instantly became visible behind his tight jeans. Now he was determined to win this game, but honestly if there was nobody in this bar, I’d climb on his tight body right now and show him how he’d melted my panties. Tiny little things they wear in this century — threads of elastic and a triangle of cotton or satin.

Women in 2022 have more freedom, nothing like the sheltered life to which I was accustomed, growing up. For all its etiquette and closeting, they still couldn’t keep me safe from Signor Galbini, my piano teacher. So ordinary to look at, he kept his deadly secret perfectly concealed. I’ve learned much from my sire, and others like him down the decades. Modern America makes the pickings easy for someone like me.

My feral eyes flick over to Deacon, who is pocketing all the balls, clearing the pool table with a wicked grin. He’s so cocky, and I can almost taste my success.

“Time to pay up blondie!” he teases.

I’m happy to concede defeat, and as he pulls me close, I hear life-giving blood pulse in his veins. Simultaneously, I savour the heat of his locked and loaded weapon pressing against my stomach.

“You’d better take me home tiger,” I smile, “I wanna see your claws.”

Deacon’s blood smells so good, we don’t get further than the parking lot before my fangs pop out and I take my first sips of this handsome stud. Under my glamour, he’s pliant, eagerly offering up his life force to slake my thirst.

I know I shouldn’t play with my food, but I have other appetites I want this virile young man to feed, before I drain him dry and hide his body in the woods.

Hope you enjoyed this supernatural themed dark fiction, stay tuned for more episodes of Cleaner Close or find more age-gap erotic fiction: While the Cat’s Away1 & 2

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2 thoughts on “I’m Old Enough to be his Great-grandmother! Picking up a Guy in a Bar”

  1. “I know I shouldn’t play with my food, but I have other appetites I want this virile young man to feed, before I drain him dry and hide his body in the woods.”

    This line! Yowzers!

    Deliciously dark tale! I love it!

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