So I was 20 years old when I met him. I will call him Robert in this story. Robert was an American guy whom my father was acquainted with. He was settling down in my country due to a business transfer, so his wife and his child (Noah, 20 years old) came to meet us after there move. My father had called them over for a dinner party and when my father introduced him to me I was captivated by his brown eyes, his wrinkles flowing along his forehead and a perfect jawline making him look hotter. My heartbeat was picking up just from a handshake and has his contact spread warmth to my hands, it made me thirst for him.

His wife was a fashion designer, so she wouldn't be home most of the time, so Robert asked me to look after his son who was quite the shy type. But all I could think of while he was talking with me were they ways his lips moved, parted and closed, sometimes wetting his tongue, made me imagine how wet he could make my pussy or the way he would make me cry under him. I could never take my eyes away from him, stealing glances during the dinner. I would find him looking my way too, and whenever our eyes met I felt a deep hungry passion for him.