He swore she could kill a man with a single look.
The way she sat in her chair was sexy; legs crossed, one arm thrown back over the chair, eyes focused entirely on the person speaking to her. The way she could throw back a shot of the Blue Bar's strongest whiskey without batting an eye was enough to make him salivate. The way she was dressed tonight—white crop top and flouncy black miniskirt, a hell of a departure from her t-shirt and jeans or overalls on the farm—made him hard just looking in her direction. And the way she'd glance over at him every so often, when no one was really paying any attention, and bite her lower lip in an obvious "I want you" expression—Goddess. He ached for her.
Twenty years younger than Griffin and easily the most sought-after lady of the Valley, Jill was a destructive force in the minds and hearts of the young men in the area. They'd all tried at least once to score with her, but as far as Griffin knew the only one who'd even gotten close was Doctor Trent on one of his visits from Mineral Town. He'd seen them on a couple of dates several months ago, but not since, and he wondered what had broken them apart…and what about he himself was getting Jill's attention so desperately now. He was an old man, nearing fifty, and couldn't imagine why a young, absolutely voluptuously stunning young woman would find him appealing enough to—Goddess's tits, she wasn't wearing anything underneath her shirt, and her nipples were hard, evident through the thin fabric she wore, and shit. He busied himself frantically with something else, anything else, the back of his neck hot.
It was nearing midnight now, and everyone was leaving, some more gracefully than others. Gustafa and Marlin said their friendly goodnights and thank-yous, leaving hearty tips on the counter in their stead as usual. Griffin waved at the exiting crowd, very much aware that a certain young lady hadn't moved an inch from the corner table at which she sat. He waited until the rest of the group had left, then began to clear the tips and empty glasses away from the polished expanse of counter in front of him, glancing over in her direction. "We're closing in ten minutes, you know, Jill." He tried to sound nonchalant—after all, he'd been friends with her father, and he knew the twenty-two year old far too well from a paternal standpoint to change perspectives now…
She rose from her chair and sashayed her way over to the bar, still very obviously clear-headed even after a couple of drinks, and rested her elbows on the counter. "But Griffin, I don't really want to leave."
He turned to face her—and, Goddess, her red, red lips—and tried to focus on bringing his erection down before she noticed. Breathe, Griffin. It's not like you haven't been around women before. "Jill…it's late. You get up so early. C'mon, go ahead home." Weak reasoning, old man.
Jill stepped around the bar counter instead. "I don't really care about the lateness, honestly. Just let me seduce you. That's all I've been thinking about lately." She was confident; Griffin would give her that. And her breasts were there in front of him, large and full, nipples still pert and visible underneath the cloth of her tightly stretched shirt, and—no. Don't touch her…
"Jill." He used a sterner tone this time, trying to make up for his quickly failing inhibitions. "You know that I'm too old for you. I told your father I'd take care of his daughter, and—"
Her hand was on his undeniably hard cock suddenly, squeezing playfully. "Then take care of me."
I am a weak, weak man.
He pulled her to him and kissed her forcefully, delving hungrily into her mouth with his tongue as she grinded her pelvis against his. His hands were on her sides, fingers digging into her soft flesh; then on her substantial ass, underneath her skirt, where he found no panties, and he was harder still.
It took less than ten seconds for her shirt to be on the floor, and even less than that for Griffin to find her bare breasts with his mouth, sucking hard at every spot he got ahold of. Goddess, they were so large and soft and beautiful, and he was going to leave marks all over them. She moaned softly with every lovebite he administered, burying her hands in his thick, dark, slightly greying hair. "Griffin…holy shit…"
He was so hard it was painful, but it didn't even matter right now, because he had a nipple on his tongue and an ass cheek in his hand and damned if the noises she made weren't reward enough. He hadn't had a woman this fine in several years—or, maybe ever.
Griffin broke away from Jill's breasts to kiss her again, moving his hands from her ass to her wrists, his mouth making its way to her neck, whispering into her ear on the way, "What do you want, Jill?"
She pulled back from him. They looked at each other, and Jill smiled mischievously, her wrists encircled by the older man's hands. "Use me, sir. I'm all yours…"
Oh my Goddess. He was stunned momentarily. "D'you really want that?"
"I've only been dreaming about it for a really, really long time…" She slowly knelt in front of him, and he gently let go of her wrists as he watched her unzip his fly and take out his aching cock. "I want you so badly." She proceeded to show him just how badly then, licking up and down his impressive length, taking him deep until he could feel the back of her throat against his tip, and he leaned against the bar for support, breathing hard…
But if that's what she wanted, then there was still so much more to do. He tangled his hand in her thick dark brown hair and yanked her head back away from his throbbing dick—she gave him that same smirk again—and fixed her with a stern gaze. "Up, then."