Page 58 of SEAL Mates

Paula

I felt like a little Princess today. I’d been to the salon to put highlights in my hair, and cut it slightly, but ended up cutting it a lot more than I’d envisaged I would.

There was something about going on a date with a younger man that my age which bothered me slightly on a normal basis had bothered me a lot more now I knew we’re going on a date.

He’d said it was better to get there early to get a good table. I agreed with him, seeing as I couldn’t remember the last time I went to a dinner dance.

“Wow,” his eyes sparkled as I headed down the stairs. I made sure that I wore heels, but not too high, comfortable enough for me to dance and spend the night on my feet. I had wide feet so comfort was always my priority. There were silver diamond shoes and the only thing that I wore which wasn’t black. From my off-the shoulder black dress, which hugged every inch of my body.

It left nothing to the imagination and Derek was like a hungry wolf as he eyed my body up and down.

Blake and Alec had gone to see their Grandma out of town. She was sick, but Alec claimed that she was always sick, so he wasn’t worried, because she ate bad and was always having stomach issues as a result of it.

We were alone in the house, and as I inched closer towards Derek I could tell that he was thinking the same thing as me. He wanted me so bad, his length said it all.

“We still going to dinner?” I questioned, exposing my neck. My hair was tied up in a loose bun and I knew from our time together he loved my neck. The one part of my body he craved, among others.

“I want to take you out. I want to dance with you and show you off as the most beautiful woman there.”

I chuckled, “You mean the oldest.”

He pulled me back and observed the tears that had already started swelling in my eyes.

“Do you know how much we all want you? We agreed for you to come here, because we all want you. We don’t think about age. We don’t think about size. All we see is your beauty and how much it has made a difference in this house. We’re trying to figure out what we’re going to do when you’re gone. This is how much you’ve touched us in a short space of time. I want you to feel like the bell of the ball. Nothing less. Okay?”

I nodded my head, loving his sincerity and the idea that he wanted to show me off, I felt as if I was someone who should be hidden.

“One thing,” He said as we headed to the door. Shit, how could a man look so good in a tux? He wore it so naturally that any man who had gone to such length would feel jealous of him. Derek was no doubt a younger version of Hugh Jackman in his silver jacket and black pants which he wore as he performed at The Brits 2019.

“What is it?”

He looked at me, with worrying his eyes.

“You can dance right? I mean, I’m not going to regret taking you am I?”

I hit his hand, and then walked out of the door. Could I dance, my ass? He wanted to ask me now after spending hours of shopping, finding new ways to apply make-up and finding the confidence buried so deep within me to go out tonight.

I made Michael Jackson look like a crap dancer. I’d spent many times in dancing competitions as a youth from ballet, to tap to modern. As an adult, I’d learned salsa, tango and attended one too many Zumba classes. I was always commented on my dancing skills and one thing I loved to do was dance.

Sometimes it was the only thing that kept me away from deep depression, so I could dance and I would show him that I was older than him, but when it came to dancing, I was a lot better than anyone there. That part of the story, I was confident about. I left him and headed to the car, I would show him that not only was he taking the bell of the ball, but the woman with the best dancing shoes too.

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I was feeling in a playful mood as I pressed my lips against his as we reached my room. I didn’t want the night to end, and the way he was flirting with me, I could tell he felt the same.

I move my hand to his cock to show my intention as I rub it over the fabric.

“You’re not tired. I thought maybe you would want to lie down.”

I nodded. He was right, there was no denying that I wasn’t tired, but I didn’t want to do it alone. I wanted him with me.

I backed away from him, thinking I would show him how much I wanted him, rather than tell him.

I put the light on in my room. In the past, I would never dream of it. Letting a man see my body, I’d been shamed about it so many times, about my stretch marks, about my size. But with these guys I didn’t care, I loved the way they looked at me whenever I was naked as if they wanted to devour me.

I started to strip, not quickly but so slowly as I pulled the dress over my body and he closed the door. Then I took off my bra, letting my breasts hang free. Still he kept his distance, until I decided to take off my panties. Slowly. There was no rush. His eyes were full of lust, like a tiger ready to take his prey and I knew his prey was me.

Instead of him coming towards me. He started to strip. First his jacket tossed to the side. I put my hands in between my legs, feeling hot seeing his perfect sculpted body, and one by one moving closer towards me, as I headed to the bed. As soon as I reached the bed, I didn’t want him to fuck me. No. I dropped to my knees and took a hold of his dick. I always thought I was bad at giving Bj’s, but naturally I let it slide in my mouth and his balls tightened as if it was inside of me. I giggled before taking him deeper, with one slender hand stroking his balls and the other his length.

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