An older man

With a jump, Izzy began to dart for the door—before getting a hold of herself, slowing down, and forcing herself to look a little less ****.

She pulled open the door to reveal… him. Richard. Tall, dark, handsome. Groomed beard and sharp suit.

And more than twice Izzy’s age.

He looked down at her, piercing eyes unashamedly assessing her lithe teen body. She struggled not to tremble under his gaze; just being near him had her little pussy throbbing and dripping.

He finally spoke. “Ready to go?” His voice was bassy and masculine and made Izzy’s knees weak.

“Y-yeah!” she squeaked. Fuck, what was wrong with her? She wasn’t normally this pathetic!

Richard turned, and led Izzy out to his car, waiting at the curb. She followed at his heels like an eager little puppy. He opened the passenger door for her, and she happily jumped in. It smelled amazing in his car—the scent of a space that had been occupied by a real man for long spans of time—and Izzy’s cunt started drooling even more. Maybe two pairs of panties weren’t going to be enough…

Richard got in the driver’s seat, revved the engine, and took off.

“Where are we going?” asked Izzy curiously.

“You’ll see,” he rumbled, and Izzy squirmed happily as his deep voice send a pleasurable spark through her core. The date hadn’t been going for longer than five minutes, and she was already over the moon.

She’d met Richard on Tinder, in the midst of one of her sprees of furiously swiping right on every man that passed across her screen. It was rare for anything to come of it; every one of those men had dozens of other equally **** sluts knocking at their DMs, after all. By some stroke of luck, though, Richard had matched with her.

She’d been instantly enthralled. A high-profile corporate lawyer who actually wanted to talk to little old Izzy?!? Sure, the replies she got to her gushing, paragraph-long texts were usually about three words long—but they were still replies! The fact that he was easily old enough to be her father had just made it better; what horny teenage girl could hope to resist a powerful older man? It was—

Izzy was lightly jolted to the side as the car took a turn—just enough that her arm bumped into Richard’s arm. Richard’s strong… hairy… masculine arm.

Ohhhhh fuck, Izzy thought, as a wave of pleasure crashed into her overexcited teen sex from just that brief contact. Fuck, don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum!

She squeezed her legs together, desperately trying not to let her pussy win as she hovered on the precipice of a gasping, pathetic orgasm.

It wouldn’t technically be the first time Richard had made her cum—or the second or the third. All week she’d been hungrily flipping through every photo on his profile as she humped her pillows, her stuffed animals, her hand—anything. She’d squirted so often that yesterday she’d had a headache from dehydration. All that with nothing but the handful of waist-up iPhone pictures on Richard’s Tinder. She didn’t even know what his cock looked like.

…

Of course… now she was in a car with that cock.

…

Against all her better judgement, and despite the fact that she was still a light breeze away from filling her panties with girlcum, Izzy shot a furtive glance over at Richard’s crotch.

He wore sleek, professional trousers. With the way he was sitting, they were tighter at the crotch—tight enough to show off the thick, prominent bulge there. He was clearly packing more than a little heat. Izzy liked to think herself an expert at guessing a man's penis size from bulge alone. If he was a shower, he'd probably harden out to around 8 or 9 inches.

If he was a grower...

It was more than Izzy could handle. With an adorable squeak, she tumbled over the edge. Her **** pussy clenched down hard, unleashing a gush of hot squirt that soaked through both pairs of panties and started to pool on the car seat. Her skinny little body trembled all over, and a second moan got caught in her throat, becoming a pathetic whimper.

When it was finally over, she glanced over at Richard, face bright red. His eyes were still on the road, but his nostrils flared. The car now smelled strongly of overeager teenage pussy. She tried to say something, but couldn’t find any words through the searing embarrassment.

Finally, Richard spoke. “It’s fine,” he said. “I know what girls your age are like. I’m surprised it took this long.”

Izzy flushed even deeper. It was still humiliating, but fuck, he was so understanding. Her heart did some somersaults, and her pussy twitched even more, practically ready to start cumming again.

The car suddenly stopped, and Izzy realized that Richard had parked it. They’d arrived.