For years, I’d rented a quaint garden apartment in a town that I loved, but a recent job change meant a move to another city. I packed up my stuff and got ready for a new life in a new location. But first, I had some unfinished business with my former landlord.

I’d always been attracted to Jim. He was a hunk who was nearly twice my age, but he always seemed young at heart. He had a good sense of humor, was full of endless stories about the neighborhood and never failed to help me when I needed a hand.

I’d scheduled a time to stop by and pick up by deposit refund check. But I also hoped to cash in on my longtime crush. My moving likely ruled out a serious relationship in my old neck of the woods, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t leave with a bang!

I headed to Jim’s place while wearing my shortest shorts and a tight tank top that showed off my figure. He promptly answered the door, looking as handsome as ever. His short salt and pepper hair gave him a distinguished air, while his muscular frame was ruggedly attractive. He stepped aside to let me in, and I caught a whiff of his spicy cologne. It was the same scent that had always made my heart flutter when he’d come to fix a leaky pipe or replace a light bulb.

He and I talked briefly about my new job and the place I was moving into. Jim told me some of his old college friends had sons who lived in that area and offered to play matchmaker. I told him I might very well take him up on that one day.

“A girl as pretty as you will never hurt for company,” he said. “But I can definitely introduce you to some fine young men who know how to treat a lady right.”

Jim handed over my check with a smile, and I tucked it in my purse, having already earmarked the money for some new furnishings.

I noticed that Jim’s eyes lingered on my chest much longer than they should have. I didn’t complain. Instead, I squared my shoulders, daring him with my body to look as long as he’d like.

He got the message, and I think my boldness briefly startled him. But he soon recovered his composure and offered me a cup of coffee. I accepted, appreciating the friendly gesture and thinking that was the perfect excuse to stick around and brew up some sexy trouble.

Even though Jim was talking a big game about setting me up with someone my own age, it was obvious that there was a connection between us — one I intended on exploring before the day was through.

Jim grabbed a mug for me, and as he moved to pour my java, he brushed against me. His accidental touch added to my long-percolating lust. I felt my nipples tighten beneath my tank, and the nubs were visibly erect through the thin cotton.

I saw something raw and hungry in his eyes. It was like my moving out unlocked something animalistic inside him — like he was finally giving himself permission to acknowledge that he was attracted to me and maybe even act on that feeling.

I added a heaping spoon of sugar and plenty of cream to my coffee because I was feeling extra-indulgent. I sipped the beverage slowly, enjoying the flavor coating my tongue and feeling its soothing warmth slip down my throat.

“So, are you going to miss this place?” he asked in his usual gruff voice, which seemed to hold an unexpected hint of nostalgia.

I shrugged and set my mug on the counter. “I’ll miss some things,” I admitted. “But I’m excited about new beginnings.”

Jim stepped closer to me and replied, “Is that so?”

I nodded, licking my lips before confessing, “But before I go, I wanted to thank you.”

Jim looked slightly startled and asked, “For what?”

“For always taking such good care of me,” I replied, reaching up to stroke his stubbled cheek.

Jim took the hint. A worldly-wise man of experience and action, he grabbed my waist and pushed me back against the counter. He dipped his head and captured my mouth in a kiss that was commanding yet surprisingly tender.

My body practically melted in response. Moisture pooled in my panties as my pussy drooled for this handsome older man who I had quietly lusted after for years.

Jim’s hands roamed my body, following my every curve and contour as if committing each of them to memory. He pulled off my tank, exposing my braless breasts. He cupped my boobs in his warm hands and flicked his thumbs over my sensitive nipples.

My cunt tingled from Jim’s casual foreplay, and his expert touch caused another wave of honey to gush from my already sopping cunt. I reached for his belt and unfastened its buckle with trembling fingers. His erection sprang from his open fly, and I took his rod in my hand, stroking him with conviction.

Jim moaned into my mouth as our tongues wrestled, and the sound reverberated throughout my body. I shimmied out of my shorts and panties, and once I was naked, he lifted me up onto the counter.

My hot older crush dropped his jeans to the floor and kicked them aside before stripping off his T-shirt. His chest hair was sprinkled with silver, but his fit bod was more ripped than any of the younger guys I’d recently screwed.

I parted my legs in invitation, and Jim stepped between my thighs. His hard cock knocked against the opening of my cunt like it was begging for entry.

“Are you gonna fuck me?” I asked. “I’ve been craving it for years — and don’t think I can wait a second longer.”

Jim laughed with a mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes.

“You’re a bold one,” he said with a playful shake of his head.

Fortunately, Jim didn’t deny me for a moment longer. He aimed his spike at my snatch and drove forward. Bull’s-eye!

I spread my thighs as wide as possible, wanting nothing to get in the way of him pounding me. Jim’s strength and stamina rivaled that of any teenage buck I’d fucked in college. Even better, he had the know-how to make our ride even more fantastic.

Jim corkscrewed his hips with each inward plunge, somehow swiping his pelvis against my clit. My button grew more swollen as my arousal skyrocketed, and each flick against it was like a match strike that added to the flames raging inside me.

Jim’s thick cock stretched my cunt’s walls in the best possible way. I felt like I was filled to the brim each time he stuffed me with his shaft. I was at maximum capacity, and the thrilling sensation made my pussy pulse with pleasure.

“Let’s switch things up,” he suddenly said, pulling his cock from my passage. “Let me get a good look at your sweet ass. You always wore such tight jeans. Made me wonder what you had packed in there.”

Jim helped me to my feet and bent me over the counter. He wolf-whistled in exaggerated admiration. I thrust my butt out at him, crudely wagging my rear in his direction.

“You’ve got a lot of sass, young lady,” he said before giving my ass a sound slap.

I hissed, loving the burning sensation delivered by his stern hand and demanded, “Do it again!”

“I always knew you were a bad girl,” he said under his breath, landing a few more solid swats that made me pussy weep even more for him.

Heat spread throughout my hindquarters as Jim warmed my cheeks with a series of stinging slaps. His act of dominance brought my latent submissive side to the surface. My cunt was positively aching for him. I’d never experienced such tough love, though I’d long craved the experience.

“Please, fuck me again,” I begged, sounding meek and just a little desperate.

“Well, since you’re asking so polite and all,” he responded with a chuckle before slamming his dick into me once more from behind.

Clearly, Jim was done playing games. He pounded me with aggressive thrusts that violently jiggled my breasts and rattled my core.

“Oh, God, yes,” I whimpered. “That’s so, so good.”

Jim gripped me tightly with one hand, his fingers digging into my pliant flesh. His free hand continued to land loving blows on my ass, setting a rhythm that matched his cock strokes.

“You’re so tight, Rachel,” he grunted. “Your pussy is perfect.”

I was in heaven. Jim’s roughness and his possession of me were everything I’d fantasized about — and then some.

“Do me harder,” I begged, pushing myself back to meet each of his thrusts. “Harder!”

Jim was more than happy to oblige. His jabs grew more deliciously brutal, and his hand continued raining blows down onto my ass. My orgasm was rapidly building, my muscles tightening around his pistoning dick.

Jim reached around and began to roughly rub my clit, and that spelled the end for me. My body convulsed around his prick as I came hard, my pussy gushing with my release.

But Jim kept going, his own climax building until he roared and filled me with his seed.

The two of us remained there for a few minutes, panting and sweaty. Finally, Jim withdrew. I stood before him on shaky legs as his pearlescent load leaked out of me and dripped down my thighs.

I felt changed, like a part of me had been forever claimed by him.

“Like I said, thanks for always taking such good care of me,” I told him.

Jim’s cocky grin was one of pure contentment. “Anytime, Rachel,” he said. “You know where to find me if you’re ever craving a special taste of home.”

I nodded, already knowing I would come back for one of those visits as soon I settled into my new place. After all, some things are just too good to leave behind.