“Just pull it down,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear as his fingers brushed against the zipper of my pants. I glanced at him, my heart pounding in my chest, and saw the smirk playing on his lips, those perfectly soft lips that had been teasing me all night. “You’re really going to do this here?” I asked, my voice strained. He laughed softly, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine, and leaned in closer. “Di ka ba nasisikipan sa pants mo?” he said, his tone dripping with mischief. Before I could even think to answer, he unzipped me, his fingers deft and confident, and I felt the cool air hit my skin. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, gripping the steering wheel tighter as he leaned over, his lips closing around me, and everything else in the world disappeared.---It started with a message. I wasn’t expecting much—just the usual chatter from older guys, the kind I usually went for. Seasoned, experienced, the kind who knew what they were doing. But this one was different. His profile picture showed a young guy, maybe early twenties, with a sly grin and a slim, boyish frame. College twink, I thought, rolling my eyes at first. Not my type. But curiosity got the better of me. I opened the message.“Hey,” it read. “I’m bored. You around?”Simple. Direct. I hesitated for a moment before typing back. “Yeah. What’s up?”We chatted for a bit, and I found myself surprisingly engaged. He was witty, sharp, and there was something about the way he flirted that made me reconsider my initial judgment. He lived nearby, and before I knew it, I was driving to meet him. What the hell, I thought. No harm in saying hi.When I pulled up to the spot, I saw him standing there, his jeans tight against his lean legs, a jacket hanging loosely off his shoulders. He looked exactly like his picture—pretty, boyish, but there was something in the way he carried himself, a confidence that caught me off guard. He slid into the passenger seat, and his cologne hit me, something fresh and light but with a hint of something deeper. “Hey,” he said, his voice smooth and teasing. “You’re taller than I expected.”I chuckled, trying to keep my cool. “You’re exactly what I expected.”He smirked, those lips curling in a way that made my stomach flip. “Good or bad?”“We’ll see,” I replied, and he laughed, a sound that was carefree and disarming.We went to a diner, one of those casual spots where the neon lights washed out the colors of the room. Over burgers and fries, we talked—about school, about life, about the kind of things that didn’t really matter but somehow felt important in the moment. He was more than just a pretty face. He was sharp, funny, and there was a spark in his eyes that kept pulling me in. I found myself forgetting why I usually went for older guys. He was nothing like them, and yet… I couldn’t deny the chemistry.When we got back to the car, the tension between us was undeniable. He was quiet for a moment, staring out the window, and then he turned to me, his eyes dark and intent. “You know,” he said softly, “I wasn’t planning on doing anything tonight.”“Neither was I,” I admitted, but the way his gaze lingered on me made it hard to believe.He leaned in, just slightly, and I felt my breath catch. “But then again,” he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper, “I’ve never been very good at sticking to plans.”Before I could respond, he closed the distance between us, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened. His hands moved to my chest, fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body. I kissed him back, my hands sliding up his arms, feeling the lean muscle beneath his skin. He was slimmer than I was used to, but there was a strength there, a tightness that surprised and excited me.When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathing hard. “Come over,” I said, the words leaving my mouth before I could stop them.He laughed, a low, breathy sound that made my pulse quicken. “I’m too tired for sex,” he said, leaning back in his seat with a smirk. “But thanks for the offer.”I nodded, trying to hide my disappointment, and started the car. I wasn’t going to push it. If he wasn’t interested, that was fine. But as I drove, I could feel his eyes on me, watching me in a way that made my skin prickle. Just as I was about to ask what he was staring at, he spoke.“Di ka ba nasisikipan sa pants mo?” he said, his tone casual but laced with something else, something that made my heart skip a beat.I glanced at him, and he was smirking, his fingers already on my zipper. “Are you serious?” I asked, my voice low.“Dead serious,” he replied, and then he was leaning over, his lips closing around me, and I felt my entire body tense. His mouth was warm, his tongue teasing, and the way he looked up at me, his eyes dark and knowing, sent a jolt of electricity through me. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles white, as he took me deeper, his lips stretching around me in a way that made me groan.The world outside the car faded away. All I could focus on was the feeling of his mouth, the way he moved, the way he moaned softly as he worked me. The risk of someone seeing us, of being caught, only added to the intensity. It was reckless, insane, but I couldn’t stop him. I didn’t want to.“Fuck,” I muttered, my voice rough, and he laughed around me, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through my body.He didn’t stop, not until I was trembling, my hands gripping the wheel so tight I thought it might break. When he finally pulled away, he looked up at me, his lips glistening, his expression smug. “See?” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Sometimes, it’s good to break the rules.”I didn’t have a response. I was too busy trying to catch my breath, my heart racing as I stared at him. He leaned back in his seat, looking perfectly calm, like he hadn’t just blown my mind in the middle of traffic.When I dropped him off, he gave me that same smirk, the one that made my stomach flip, and said, “Let’s do this again sometime.”And as I drove away, I couldn’t help but wonder—was he just that good, or were younger guys really built different these days?

The night started with a casual meeting with a younger guy from a dating app, who was more engaging and confident than I expected. After a dinner date, he initiated a spontaneous intimate act in the car, catching me off guard. He left me breathless and questioning my usual preferences, as he confidently suggested we meet again.

“Just pull it down,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear as his fingers brushed against the zipper of my pants. I glanced at him, my heart pounding in my chest, and saw the smirk playing on his lips, those *perfectly soft* lips that had been teasing me all night. “You’re really going to do this here?” I asked, my voice strained. He laughed softly, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine, and leaned in closer. “_Di ka ba nasisikipan sa pants mo?_” he said, his tone dripping with mischief. Before I could even think to answer, he unzipped me, his fingers deft and confident, and I felt the cool air hit my skin. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, gripping the steering wheel tighter as he leaned over, his lips closing around me, and everything else in the world disappeared.

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It started with a message. I wasn’t expecting much—just the usual chatter from older guys, the kind I usually went for. Seasoned, experienced, the kind who knew what they were doing. But this one was different. His profile picture showed a young guy, maybe early twenties, with a sly grin and a slim, boyish frame. _College twink_, I thought, rolling my eyes at first. Not my type. But curiosity got the better of me. I opened the message.

“Hey,” it read. “I’m bored. You around?”

Simple. Direct. I hesitated for a moment before typing back. “Yeah. What’s up?”

We chatted for a bit, and I found myself surprisingly engaged. He was witty, sharp, and there was something about the way he flirted that made me reconsider my initial judgment. He lived nearby, and before I knew it, I was driving to meet him. _What the hell_, I thought. _No harm in saying hi._

When I pulled up to the spot, I saw him standing there, his jeans tight against his lean legs, a jacket hanging loosely off his shoulders. He looked exactly like his picture—pretty, boyish, but there was something in the way he carried himself, a confidence that caught me off guard. He slid into the passenger seat, and his cologne hit me, something fresh and light but with a hint of something deeper. “Hey,” he said, his voice smooth and teasing. “You’re taller than I expected.”

I chuckled, trying to keep my cool. “You’re exactly what I expected.”

He smirked, those lips curling in a way that made my stomach flip. “Good or bad?”

“We’ll see,” I replied, and he laughed, a sound that was carefree and disarming.

We went to a diner, one of those casual spots where the neon lights washed out the colors of the room. Over burgers and fries, we talked—about school, about life, about the kind of things that didn’t really matter but somehow felt important in the moment. He was more than just a pretty face. He was sharp, funny, and there was a spark in his eyes that kept pulling me in. I found myself forgetting why I usually went for older guys. He was nothing like them, and yet… I couldn’t deny the chemistry.

When we got back to the car, the tension between us was undeniable. He was quiet for a moment, staring out the window, and then he turned to me, his eyes dark and intent. “You know,” he said softly, “I wasn’t planning on doing anything tonight.”

“Neither was I,” I admitted, but the way his gaze lingered on me made it hard to believe.

He leaned in, just slightly, and I felt my breath catch. “But then again,” he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper, “I’ve never been very good at sticking to plans.”

Before I could respond, he closed the distance between us, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened. His hands moved to my chest, fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body. I kissed him back, my hands sliding up his arms, feeling the lean muscle beneath his skin. He was slimmer than I was used to, but there was a strength there, a tightness that surprised and excited me.

When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathing hard. “Come over,” I said, the words leaving my mouth before I could stop them.

He laughed, a low, breathy sound that made my pulse quicken. “I’m too tired for sex,” he said, leaning back in his seat with a smirk. “But thanks for the offer.”

I nodded, trying to hide my disappointment, and started the car. I wasn’t going to push it. If he wasn’t interested, that was fine. But as I drove, I could feel his eyes on me, watching me in a way that made my skin prickle. Just as I was about to ask what he was staring at, he spoke.

“_Di ka ba nasisikipan sa pants mo?_” he said, his tone casual but laced with something else, something that made my heart skip a beat.

I glanced at him, and he was smirking, his fingers already on my zipper. “Are you serious?” I asked, my voice low.

“Dead serious,” he replied, and then he was leaning over, his lips closing around me, and I felt my entire body tense. His mouth was warm, his tongue teasing, and the way he looked up at me, his eyes dark and knowing, sent a jolt of electricity through me. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles white, as he took me deeper, his lips stretching around me in a way that made me groan.

The world outside the car faded away. All I could focus on was the feeling of his mouth, the way he moved, the way he moaned softly as he worked me. The risk of someone seeing us, of being caught, only added to the intensity. It was reckless, insane, but I couldn’t stop him. I didn’t want to.

“Fuck,” I muttered, my voice rough, and he laughed around me, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through my body.

He didn’t stop, not until I was trembling, my hands gripping the wheel so tight I thought it might break. When he finally pulled away, he looked up at me, his lips glistening, his expression smug. “See?” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Sometimes, it’s good to break the rules.”

I didn’t have a response. I was too busy trying to catch my breath, my heart racing as I stared at him. He leaned back in his seat, looking perfectly calm, like he hadn’t just blown my mind in the middle of traffic.

When I dropped him off, he gave me that same smirk, the one that made my stomach flip, and said, “Let’s do this again sometime.”

And as I drove away, I couldn’t help but wonder—was he just that good, or were younger guys really built different these days?

A man who typically prefers older, experienced partners finds himself unexpectedly drawn to a young college student who challenges his expectations. The encounter begins as a casual dinner date but quickly escalates into a thrilling, risky sexual experience in the car, exploring themes of spontaneity and the allure of the forbidden.

Was searching for a "daddy type" but this college guy changed my mind.

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