Morgan, a girl frustrated with her lack of sexual experience and struggling with her attraction to much older men.

The first night in a new town Morgan decided to try and find the local grocery store to pick up some food. She luckily found the store and was perusing the aisle when she felt a presence. She looked behind her to see an older man. This man was tall with broad shoulders greying hair and a greying beard along with tattoos sneaking out of the sleeves.

"You new to town?" He asked, his voice gruff and gravely. Probably a smoker she thought.

"Yes." She said before turning back around about to reach for a box on a higher shelf to keep from staring too long. She felt him get closer as she got on her tip toes trying to reach it.

"A pretty little slut like you shouldn't be roaming around by herself, maybe I can show you around town sometime, just you and me?" He suggested as she felt his breath on her shoulder. "Or maybe," He said before roughly pulling her back into his chest. "Maybe, tonight you can come back to my place and I can show you how good an older man can really feel so you can stop fantasizing like a pathetic little whore." He wrapped his arms around her as one had started traveling down her side slowly reaching the waist band of her pants, while the other roughly squeezed her breast.

Her breathing picked up and she realized where they were and that anyone could walk around the corned and witness this. But she also realized she didn't really care, she just didn't want this feeling to stop.

"So what do you say sweetheart?" He said as his hand unbuttoned her jeans pulling down the zipper. "Am I going to have you in my bed tonight wriggling underneath me in ecstasy or am I just going to be the old creep who came on too strong, too fast?" He asked as he firmly cupped her mound in his large hand through her underwear, placing a kiss on her neck.