An older guy

At the door was someone you didn’t recognize. A head taller than you with wide shoulders under his tight red polo, was a man in his early to mid thirties. His brown hair was high and tight with just the tiniest bits of gray forming on his temples, his eyes were a piercing blue, and his whole demeanor screamed sexy dilf.

“Oh hello! You must be Scott! I’m Martin. Nathan told me about you, come in come in!”

You greeted him meekly, his handshake crushing yours with no effort. He continued, “Nathan mentioned you both had a weekly game night, but Nathan got in a bit of trouble and, well, is indisposed currently.”

As soon as you came inside, you saw exactly why Nathan was indisposed, in a way that both scared you and left you frustratingly curious.