Memories of E.C. Sulot - A coproduction with The Gentle Voice.

 

Memories of Miss E. C. Sulot.

Chapter One: Making introductions.

It was in my younger years that I met her. Even though I was older than her, she was hung up on me and I kind of let her. Don’t worry! I would never take advantage of young and impressionable youth. On the other hand, I do not turn them down either, when they truly ask me for it. And that is exactly how she came into my life. Her name you ask? Esme Cara Sulot.

 

We met very casually at an event held in a theater. We spoke a few pleasantries while helping out at the event and we did not stay in contact after the event was over. Then, there was an after dinner for the crew that helped with the event, and that is when I saw her again. Her energy made me look up and meet her eyes directly, in what felt like a ten minute stare. We shook up from our spell only when the others had arrived, and they were heading towards the restaurant.

 

She came with her boyfriend. They seemed happy together, but still our looks kept crossing and the smile she brought out in me seemed to have an effect on her as much as on me.

At the restaurant she sat directly opposite of me. Both at the end of the bench and it felt like our own little private corner. Esme regularly looked over at her boyfriend, but I could tell her mind was wandering off and I so hoped it went there where mine went. To a little spot, very secluded, where I could take her in my arms and kiss her until the air disappeared from our lungs. That kiss did not happen on this occasion, but fear not, this is just the beginning of a long list of stories I can share about my time with Esme C. Sulot.

 

Well, let me introduce myself. My name is Mick Dragan, and I am just an old man reminiscent of his youth. These are the kind of stories one does not share with kids or grandkids, so I must write them down. Memories are precious, and especially those that stick with you over decades. I used to be a hot, willing and young stud that did very well with the people I was interested in, and on occasion, even people I was not interested in. At the time I met Esme, I was single and ready to mingle again, and she told me that she was getting to that stage as well. Her boyfriend was slowly moving out of the way, and our conversations became more thrilling, and a lot more dirty. Still, I was apprehensive about her age and the boyfriend thing. She sounded a lot more mature for her age than you would expect. Being at least 10 years her senior, I had to stop myself and order my brain to stay realistic.

 

All those good intentions went straight out the window the moment that she mentioned wanting to meet up, just the two of us. I hesitated for a bit, and played hard to get but somehow, she talked me into it. There I went, by train, to the south of our country to meet up with a young girl, who wanted me. At least, she said so. I could tell by her texts that she was nervous, and so was I, but I decided to get over it. The moment I stepped off the train and saw her coming towards me, I felt turned on and eager to hold her. She walked over, tried to compose herself, and I rattled her by grabbing on and planting a long lasting kiss on her. I could sense she was startled, and later she told me that she has never been kissed like that before. My lips wandered off to her neck and she giggled. She got out of my embrace and held my hand to guide me into the city. A slight wink told me that she indeed wanted all the things I had to offer. Without a real plan we walked around for a bit, grabbed some lunch, and then I had the idea of getting a hotel room. Esme knew about a hotel, little more to the edge of the city, but definitely one where we would be private.

 

We entered the hotel and I booked us a room. She felt a little bad making me spend money but I told her there was a way she could pay me back. Her giggle made me hard and almost unable to control myself. As we came in the room, she excused herself to the bathroom.

I installed myself on the side of the bed, waiting for Esme to join me. She came out of the bedroom, and walked up to me with a naughty smile. She bent over to kiss me, and pushed me down on the bed. Our hands got entangled with clothes and our lips seemed to be wanting to devour the other.

 

After a while of making out, I rolled out from under her and placed her on her back. I kissed her gently on the lips and asked if she knew what she wanted. That seemed to make her unsure, but after a moment Esme smiled, and said she wanted to get to know my body. Her hands reached up under my shirt, and she took it off for me. Her fingers fumbled with opening my pants, so she ordered me to stand up. Once I was standing, she slid to the edge of the bed to undo my pants as slow as she could. All the while staring up at me. My pants dropped to the floor, and as I was going commando in those days, my very hard and willing dick sprung forth to greet her. Happy to be freed, I stood there, dick upfront, and horny as hell, waiting to see what this young, sex crazed girl wanted to try out. 

 

End of Part 1!