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Forbidden Pleasures
(Ginny Watson)

Dammit, just look at her!

Greg closed his eyes, then wondered why. There's no harm in looking he told himself before cautiously peeping again around the edge of his newspaper. 

Alice's eighteen year old best friend Zoe. She looked so innocent, angelic almost with her long blonde hair, deep blue eyes and sweet smile, but there was something behind the façade, maybe not everyone saw it but Greg did. She had a wicked twinkle in her eye, and sometimes the small comments that she made could be taken more than one way, and it was these comments when combined with the twinkle that told him she was probably far from innocent.

But I still shouldn't be lusting over her!

It was a fact, he was lusting, and his late night fantasies were becoming ever more sordid. He offered her experience, he could introduce her to the real world, not like the spotty teens that hang around like vultures when the girls are out and about. What do those kids know about satisfying a young woman? Nothing! He often declared, whereas he, oh yeah he could educated her, he could take her to places they never could. Ego and arrogance some might say, but Greg would have just smiled because he had a secret weapon, he had been blessed far beyond the average man, and standing naked before the mirror in his bathroom he still gazed in awe at the meaty monster that hung part way down his thigh.

Still, he had to admit that building a fantasy around a girl thirty years his junior was taboo. Of course he had heard all about the sad old guys who moved to places like Thailand and Kenya, countries where an ugly old fart could get a gorgeous and barely legal girlfriend who would happily fucked his senile brains out in exchange for security. They weren't hookers, just clever little beauties who saw the sad and lonely men and recognised a demand, they worked on the theory of... I make him happy, he falls in love with me... then I wave goodbye to poverty and hunger... it all depended on the value each girl placed on dignity!

And good luck to them all Greg thought, but that's there, and I'm not there, I'm here in the UK where such age difference is frowned upon... and let's face facts, no mega sexy young girl like Zoe is ever gonna be interested in me, a balding guy fast approaching fifty!

But it still doesn't hurt to look he reminded himself as Zoe bent over in her impossibly tight jeans, the denim pulling up snugly to create what he swore was a deep camel toe. Damn I'd love to see her do that naked he added and felt his cock beginning to stir. It was almost like she was doing it on purpose, shaking her tight ass and giggling, teasing him before turning around with a spiteful grin to see his erection... thinking... go on, drool over what you can never have... old man!

Greg shook his head to dispel the scenario forming. In his dreams she was always sweet, caring and willing, before turning into a kinky and insatiable slut.

Zoe straightened and turned, her eyes met his and her trademark smile emerged, plus the cheeky twinkle. Did she spot me staring at her ass? Was she really wriggling it to grab attention? He would love to say Yes, but other than his wild assumptions he had no other proof. And how many other men my age have misread a sweet smile, plenty, and then made complete fools of themselves for trying to push further! 

Just enjoy the view Greg he told himself, and let her remain where she belongs... in my dreams.

"Alice has been telling me about your plans." she said, her smile getting even sweeter if that were possible, "You're both so lucky, I won't be going anywhere this year!" She pouted slightly, a look that surged straight to the embarrassing growth developing in his pants.

"You don't have plans, not even with family?"

Zoe shook her head and frowned. "I've been invited to tag along to one of dad's seminars... in Glasgow of all places. Let's just say it isn't my idea of fun."

Greg had to agree, if she wanted culture then why not Glasgow, after all the old stereotypes had died, it wasn't a city of slums and poverty any more. But hardly an exciting place for a sexy teen who would much prefer a beach!

Alice appeared at her friend's shoulder and pierced his soul with her deep hazel eyes, the look that she used when she wanted something completely out of the question. "I was just saying to Zoe, it's such a shame that she can't come with us, I mean the villa is big enough, and the flight isn't that expensive."

Greg swallowed softly, two weeks, in a remote Spanish villa, with the teenage object of his deepest desires... it would be a kinky dream come true.

"It isn't about cost," he replied cautiously, "And I'm not disputing that the villa is big enough for all of us... it's more a question of permission!"

"From mum and dad?" Zoe said quickly, "They don't give a damn what I do or where I go... and besides, I'm eighteen now, an adult... I don't have to ask anyone's permission!"

"But wouldn't your parents worry, I mean you going off alone... with a single man?"

There it is again, Greg wanted to groan in frustration, that look, so much promise! It had flashed in her eyes for a second... was it a tease, or was it simply manipulation to get what she wanted? Alice broke into his silent debate as she burst out laughing.

"Single man! Oh come on, it's not like your some dirty old pervert, of course they'll be fine with it!"

You have no idea sweetie he thought and hoped he wasn't blushing, Alice may not see him as a pervert, but it wasn't necessarily the way he saw himself when Zoe was around.

"Well, if it's okay with your parents, then it's fine with me, and don't worry about flights and things like that, they would be my treat!"

Zoe looked him directly in the eye and grinned, just as Alice began to giggle.

"We already asked them." she laughed and nudged her friend playfully in the ribs making her breasts bounce... "So I guess we're all going on holiday... together!"