Twilight is not mine, I'm just playing.
A/N- Hi everyone, this is an idea that popped into my head. I want to start writing small drabbles every day. They may not be long or complex but hopefully they will help me become a better writer. Where do you fit in? Why I'm glad you asked. I would like you all to provide me with a word. Just one word. I will randomly select a reviewer and use their word in the next day's drabble. So don't leave me hanging.
This is unbeta'd work.
The word was from kayphere
las·civ·i·ous
to lustfulness; wanton; lewd: a lascivious, girl-chasing old man.
sexual desire: lascivious photographs.
sexual interest or expressive of lust or lewdness: a lascivious gesture.
Jasper Whitlock had served his country. Twice. He donned his uniform for the second world war and then served as a spy for a decade after that ended. He thought himself a sort of blonde James Bond, just like Daniel Craig.
When Jasper looked in the mirror he didn't see any of his lines and wrinkles, his blonde hair was more grey than blonde but he couldn't see it. He walked with a slight limp on his right side but he could counteract it to make it look like a swagger.
He entered the dark club, it was an adult bar and the average age was about thirty five. He glanced around the room looking for someone. He saw her immediately. She was just his type, small with jet black hair cropped in a bob. Her tiny face had large features. Wide eyes and large lips made her look almost alien. Jasper was lascivious, and he just had to have her.
He strolled over to her table. She was sitting with a native man who had his arm around her chair but Jasper wasn't worried, she looked bored.
"Howdy, ma'am," he said smiling at the young lady. "Would you care to dance with an old man?"
Her male friend snickered but the girl just smiled back at him like he was a lost puppy. Gotcha, he thought.
"Sure, I'd love to," she replied putting her hand in his.
Jasper led the girl to the dance floor. He though by the looks of her she couldn't be over twenty five but with her size he may be off on his guess.
"What's your name sweetheart?" he asked.
"Alice," she giggled.
"Pretty name for a pretty girl," he cooed. "I'm Jasper."
He pulled her tighter and she let him, but that was when she felt it. Alice thought at first he had a nightstick in his pocket cause it wasn't possible for this old man to be packing so much heat in his pants. She swiveled her hips just to check again and when he moaned she knew it was him.
Alice was shocked, she had never felt such a large…maleness and she was intrigued. She knew that the man was old and maybe he didn't get a chance to use it much. She could pull him off the dance floor and into the washrooms. That way she could satisfy her curiosity as well as doing him a service.
She felt herself go shy as she wondered how to go about it but Jasper leaned in and whispered in her ear. The words were dirty and Alice felt herself get hot. She grabbed his hand from her hip and led him into the bathrooms. She wasn't sure if she should go rough but when he pushed her up and pressed her against the door she knew that he wasn't as fragile as he looked.
Before long Alice was sitting on the countertop of the bathroom while Jasper pushed in and out of her. He not only had girth as Alice had felt through his pants but length as well. Alice thought he might pierce right through her.
Alice had only once ever had an orgasm from intercourse before, that night she had three. Jasper was a machine. It's like he had spent the last thirty years learning specifically how to please her and this was his final exam.
"Holy hell, Jasper," Alice cried out on her last orgasm which he joined her in.
Alice had never done anything like that in her life and sitting with her bare ass on the counter made her a little ashamed. Jasper picked up her underwear and helped her off the counter. He gave her a minute to freshen up before taking her hand and placing it on his arm, leading her back to her table.
Once Alice was sitting down next to her friend, Jasper smiled at her.
"You two have a good night, you hear?" Jasper said before winking at her male friend and walking away.
Alice sighed and her friend scowled as Jasper Whitlock left the bar.