This story was originally created for my Quickies: Wanderlust collection.
Chronologically, this takes place basically some time after the first Wanderlust novel. It's a pretty simple, straightforward story. Lydia's looking for a place to sleep for the night and stumbles upon an inn that happens to be owned by a young, inexperienced guy. And then they fuck. There's a bit more story to it than that, but that's the premise.
I hope you enjoy it!
It had been another long, boring and, for the most part, fruitless day.
Will finished sweeping up the area between the handful of tables and chairs that occupied the lobby of his inn. Ha. 'His' inn. It didn't feel like his, it still felt like it belonged to his parents. And yet, they were gone and he was still here. It hardly seemed like more than a few months had passed since he was that young, wide-eyed, gawky boy sweeping up and chopping firewood, being issued commands by his mother and father.
But the reality was that that was nearly three years ago. He still felt young, wide-eyed, and gawky, still felt like a boy, not a man. But he was twenty now, his parents were gone and all he had in this world was an inn at the edge of a village that wasn't all that well-traveled or popular. With a sigh, Will collected up the refuse he'd swept together and dumped it out the window. Outside, it was cool and comfortable, the sun was setting. It looked peaceful. He heard the vague sounds of the village winding down for the day, preparing for sleep.
And here he was without anyone to stay the night.
At this point, the situation was looking bad. When his parents had died three years ago in an attack on the town by a group of raiders, the local lord had taken pity on him and given him a fairly nice sum of gold and legally switched the deed to the land and the building he was in to his name. His parents had been good people, good to the community. They'd also managed to pay off the debt of purchasing the land and the materials for the construction of the inn the year before, so all he had to worry about was the taxes and the materials to keep the inn going. The initial boon from the lord, plus the relatively steady flow of customers back then and a few other bits of charity from the locals had kept him going for three years now.
But coin was running out.
The village had never fully recovered from the attack and many people had moved away. On top of that, fewer and fewer adventurers and merchants were coming through. Originally, Will had been able to hire a cook and a waitress to help out around the inn, but he'd since had to let them both go. It was a one-man show now and even with the few people coming through, it was quite a long list of chores for a single twenty year old, especially to maintain an entire inn that was both his home and place of business.
But he had managed it.
It seemed like it was coming to an end though. Just over the past few months, the local lord had passed away and his son had taken over. He was less interested in preserving local legacies, like Will's inn, which had been there for two decades now, and more interested in his own personal comforts. He was trying to buy the inn and the land from Will to have it turned into a second house for himself. Will had been tempted, very tempted, because the amount of money he was offering was enough to move away and possibly start some new business in another, more successful village. And yet...he wasn't sure he wanted to leave.
This was where he had spent his entire life, where he had grown up with his parents. He knew most of the people living here.
Will sighed again and turned away from the issue. He only had a week left to decide and now wasn't the time. It had been a long day. He'd had to go collect and chop firewood, had to go to market to replenish his stock of food stuffs, had to make a few repairs around the place. He was tired. He just wanted to close up now. Slowly, he went about sealing off all the entrances and exits, starting by locking the windows. Then he went to the back door and locked it up too. After putting out the fire in the kitchen, he moved to the front door to lock it down for the night and then he paused. There was someone out there.
Coming towards him.
A woman. An adventuring type woman, from the looks of her. She was quite tall and well-built, that was all he could tell about her though in the fading twilight. She looked as if she meant to come inside.
As she approached, Will opened the door.
“Hello,” he said.
“Hi, are you renting rooms?” she asked.
“Yes,” he replied eagerly. “Most definitely. Twenty coin for a night. That includes meals.”
“That's a bit expensive but I don't really feel like going anywhere else. You got it,” she said, and he stepped out of the way. She came inside and looked around. Now that he could see her better, he could tell three things about her right away. She was older than him. She must be a fighter, because she had a wicked scar down one side of her face and she had a sword at her hip. And, perhaps most obvious of all, she was very attractive in a rough and tumble kind of way. She had tanned skin and short brunette hair that was pulled into a loose ponytail. She was also taller than he was by a few inches, clad in some weathered and worn leather armor.
“My name is Lydia,” she said.
“Will,” he replied.
“What do you have to eat?” she asked, walking over to a table and sitting down. Will shut and locked the door, then moved to join her.
“Not much, at the moment, I'm afraid. There's a bit of beef and lamb I made for dinner leftover, and some bread and fruits.”
“That sounds good. Bring me what you've got left.”
“Yes ma'am,” he replied.
He moved into the kitchen and, as he began gathering the food, he found himself thinking about what she might look like naked. It wasn't an odd thought, not for a twenty year old man, but it came on with a powerful sort of allure. He'd only ever dated two women in his life, once when he was sixteen and again last year when he was nineteen. Both relationships had failed for different reasons and he didn't want to think about either of them anymore. But this woman...there was something about her, something intensely alluring.
He gathered the food and brought it out to her.
“Thank you,” she said. “Would you mind keeping me company while I eat? It's been awhile since I've had anyone to be social with.”
“Not at all,” Will replied, sitting down across from her. “So, uh, I take it that you're an adventurer?” he asked.
“I am,” she replied, nodding. “I used to be a paladin but I've since left the order. I've been wandering this land for years now. I...seek to right wrongs and often I slay undead. What about you, Will? You seem a bit young to be running an inn.”
“I'm twenty,” he replied, trying not to be defensive. It wasn't the first time his age had come up and Lydia seemed genuinely curious, not condescending. “I inherited this building and this land when my parents were killed in a bandit raid on the city a few years ago.”
“I'm very sorry to hear that.”
“Yeah...it hasn't been easy.”
“You don't have anyone around? Anyone to help out?”
“No. Not anymore.”
“You live here alone?” Lydia asked. Something about the way she asked that question made Will look back at her, since his eyes had wandered to the nearby window, to the moonlit landscape. She was looking at him intently, then she looked back down at her food.
“No, it's just me here.”
“No girlfriend?” she asked.
She offered him a small smile. “I'm just curious.” Was she hitting on him? No way. She was this mature, super hot, totally badass warrior and he was just this sad, awkward kid half her age. No way she'd be interested in him.
But...what if she was?
Could he ever forgive himself if he didn't pursue this?
Lydia finished her meal and sat back. They kept talking, though she did most of the talking over the next forty five minutes or so. As the time passed, Will became more and more convinced that she was hitting on him. He became increasingly nervous as he worked himself up to the idea of actually inviting her to his bedroom.
“So, what about you?” he asked suddenly after silence had fallen for a little while.
“What about me what?” Lydia replied. She seemed amused.
“Do you have, you know, anyone? A boyfriend?” he asked.
“No. Traveling around a lot means that I don't really get to form attachments. My relationships tend to be short. Usually one night stands and flings.”
“Oh...” he said. She was staring at him intently, as if waiting for him to pursue that particular avenue of conversation. He summoned up what little courage he had left. “In that case, would you be, uh...interested in, well, spending the night with me?”
Lydia laughed. “By the Gods you are shy!” she said. “Yes. I would like that.”
“Yes. I want to have sex with you, Will. You're young and handsome. I'm leaving town tomorrow. It's a great match. It took you long enough.”
“I'm sorry, I just...you're really hot and...older. Uh, not that that's a bad thing. I like older woman, a lot. I just...”
“It's okay, Will. Just relax. How about you take me down to your room...does it have a bathtub in it?” she asked.
“Yeah, it does.”
“Excellent. I need a soak. We'll take a bath together and then...have some fun. How does that sound?” she asked.
“It sounds fantastic,” Will replied.
It had worked. He'd actually worked up the courage to ask this hot, mature warrior to bed and she had said yes!
He quickly cleaned up the dishes and then guided Lydia to his own bedroom, which was in the basement. They walked silently down there together. As they came into the bedroom, Will immediately wished he'd taken some time to clean the place up a bit. It looked like a wreck in his eyes, but Lydia didn't seem to care.
“So, you a virgin?” she asked as she began taking off her armor.
“No,” he replied.
“Okay. Probably for the best. I like taking cute young men's virginity, but...well, there's always a higher chance that they'll fall in love with me. Boys tend to fall in love with the girl that takes their virginity.”
“That's true,” Will murmured, remembering his own first love.
“Well, not to worry. Tonight will be a great night, I promise. I'm quite...experienced in pleasing the men I welcome into my bed. How about you? You any good at pleasing women?” she asked. Her armor was off now and she was pulling off her boots.
“I'm not sure, I haven't had much experience, I'm afraid.”
“That's all right. It's not too difficult.”
Will took off his shirt and was in the process of getting out of his boots, still unable to fully comprehend the fact that he was about to have sex with a woman twice his age, when Lydia took off her shirt and her bra. Her breasts were enormous, popping free of the bra that she tossed aside. She stretched, making her breasts even more prominent, then seemed to sense his gaze on them and smirked. “What?” she asked.
“Your...those...um, you're very pretty,” he replied.
She laughed, short and loud. “Finish getting naked,” she replied.
He nodded and recommenced taking his clothes off. He kept a close watch on her as she revealed more of her beautiful body. She was well-built, her muscles obvious. Her stomach was smooth and hard, her frame large. He imagined she could do some real damage in combat. Her thighs were thick and beautiful, her vagina smooth, which was odd. The other girls he'd been with had had pubic hair. Hers was bald and smooth.
“How do you do that? With your, uh, hair?” he asked.
She glanced down. “That? Oh, a simple fire spell.” She raised her hand and suddenly a small wave of fire engulfed it. “It's changed so that it only burns off hair, not skin. Nice, isn't it?”
“Uh...yeah, really nice,” he replied.
As he finished getting undressed, she turned away from him and began walking for the tub. He was given a view of her ass, which was huge and pale. It was difficult not to stare at. As she got down into the sunken tub, he quickly finished getting naked, crossed the room and joined her in the water. For the first few moments, the pair of them simply washed up, using bars of soap and washcloths he kept on the tubs' edge.
When they were finished, Lydia beckoned him over.
Will moved to join her, getting next to her. She leaned in and began kissing him, pressing her lips against his. He felt her grab his wrist and bring it up to one of her breasts. He groaned as he started groping it. Her tits really were massive and they felt wonderful. He began running his hands along her body as they made out and she slipped her tongue into his mouth. Will lost himself in her touch, her taste, her smell.
How long had it been?
Too long since he'd last known the touch of a woman. He continued groping her large, beautiful breasts until he slipped his hand down to her thigh, then back around to her huge ass. Finally, he decided to pleasure her. He brought his hand back around and slipped it in between her thick thighs, which she parted for him. As they continued to make out, Will found the small nub of her clit and began to gently massage it with the tip of his finger. He'd learned at least this much from his other two girlfriends and they seemed to like it.
Lydia let out a low moan.
“That's right,” she whispered. “That's the spot right there. Keep that up.”
“Yes ma'am,” he replied.
She smiled and kept kissing him, moaning as they made out and he continued to finger her. He rubbed her clit, making small, increasingly powerful circles. He kept this up until his finger and his wrist began to ache and then, suddenly, Lydia let out a small scream of pleasure. He felt the water around her pussy get hotter and he realized she was coming. Sex juices escaped her pussy for several seconds and her muscles tensed and released over and over again until she finished coming. When it was over, she let out a long, contented sigh and leaned back.
“I knew you'd do fine,” she said with a grin.
“Glad I could help,” Will replied.
She leaned over and gave him a long kiss. “Now,” she said, straightening up. “It's your turn. Get up on the edge of the tub, I'll suck your dick...where would you like to come?” she asked. “My mouth? My face? My tits?”
“I'd really like to come on your tits,” he replied.
“That can be arranged,” Lydia said.
Will quickly pulled himself up onto the side of the tub. He was rock hard now, his dick fully erect. Lydia got into position, the waterline just up to below her breasts. Leaning in, she slipped her tongue out and licked all the way up from the base of his cock to the head and slipped it smoothly into her mouth.
Will groaned as she started sucking him off, her head bobbing rapidly. She looked ridiculously sexy, her short brunette hair darkened by the water, plastered to her head. She looked up at him with sharp green eyes.
He didn't last long.
A combination of it having been quite awhile since his last brush with the opposite sex and how ridiculously hot it was to be sucked off by a very attractive woman probably old enough to be his mother ensured that. Plus, Lydia's clear skill at sucking dick only made the process even faster. She kept going, bobbing her head and gripping his dick with her first two fingers and her thumb, jerking it off as well.
Within a minute, he was ready to blow.
“Gonna go!” he gasped.
Lydia slipped him out of her hot, wet mouth, pointed his cock down at her huge tits and began rapidly jacking him off. That's all it took. Will looked down in sheer amazement as his cock began kicking and jerking violently in her hand, huge, thick spurts of his white, cloudy seed being spat out of its tip, all over her huge breasts. She kept jerking him until he was dry, until there was no more left to come out, then she put it back into her mouth and sucked out what was left.
“There,” she said, getting back beneath the water and cleaning herself off. “How was that? Did I do a good job?”
“Best blowjob of my life,” he replied, slipping back into the water.
“Good. Now, let's take a break, then we can fuck.”
He was still horny and very much looking forward to being inside of her again.
They soaked for a bit longer, then cleaned up, got out and dried off. Once they were dry, they walked over to his bed, what had been his parent's bed, and laid down. For a moment, they simply laid there and looked at each other. Then Lydia reached out and grabbed his cock. She began massaging it and started making out with him again.
“Do you have...I mean, I don't have any kind of protection,” he said.
“Don't worry,” she replied. “I'm protected. We'll be fine.”
They kept making out until she pulled him on top of her. She spread her long, powerful legs for him, exposing herself, inviting him inside. Will felt an additional wave of excitement ripple through him. He'd never had sex with a woman without protection before. He'd heard it was supposed to feel incredible bareback.
Carefully, he lined his cock up with her tight, glistening opening. He rested the head of it just at the entrance to her pussy and began to work his way inside. She was really fucking wet. They both moaned as he penetrated her, burying himself inside.
“Oh, yes, Will,” Lydia moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me like a whore.”
Will groaned and pushed himself all the way inside. He started humping her, pulling and pushing his cock repeatedly into her hot, wet, mature pussy. Lydia moaned loudly as he did this. Will pushed himself up, staring down at her perfect body, at her huge tits, bouncing in motion with his thrusts, up at her attractive face, twisting and reacting in pleasure to the sex. She looked up at him, smiling, and he leaned down and kissed her.
“You like me?” she asked, running her hands across his back. “You like my body? My pussy?”
“Yes, I love it,” he moaned. “It feels so good, Lydia.”
It did. Being inside of her was like a new plateau of pleasure. Bareback definitely felt better than protected sex. It was like his cock was being infused with pure pleasure, it filled him like a drug or like magic, making him want to come inside of her. He held out for as long as he could, pounding her, but then he looked down at her thick thighs, at where their crotches met, at his dick, wet from her pussy, sliding rapidly in and out of it, and that was all it took.
“Lydia, I'm going to come,” he gasped.
“Do it,” she said. “Come into me. Fill me up with it.”
That was all the incentive he needed.
Something released inside of him and then his cock was once more spitting out gobs of his seed directly into Lydia's pussy. He cried out, laying down on her and wrapping his arms tightly around her, frozen in place for the moment save for his hips. They thrusted forward, responding automatically to each jolt his orgasm sent throughout his body. He could feel his cock, held tightly in place by Lydia's mature pussy, kicking and jerking, ejecting his seed forcibly from his body in thick spurts. Slowly, the orgasm ended.
“Oh wow,” he gasped, trying to get his breath back. “Wow, that was something else.”
“I'm glad you liked it,” Lydia replied.
Carefully, Will pulled out of her and laid down on the bed next to her. As he laid there, basking in the post-coital glow, all at once, a thought came to him. It was as clear as day, crystal in its clarity, perfect. He realized, suddenly, that he knew what he should do. Staying here, at this inn, was foolish. He was clinging needlessly to the past. If his parents were here, they would be telling him that it wasn't working, that he needed to move on with his life. He wasn't sure what about the sex he had just had that cleared his mind, but it did.
For whatever reason, he was thinking clearly.
“Lydia,” he said.
“Would you do me a favor? It's kind of a big one.”
“Well, we just had sex so I'm kind of open to suggestion. I guess it depends on what it is.”
He spent the next several minutes detailing his situation and ultimately asked her if she would help him wrap up his affairs here and offer protection to him while he made his way to another village to take another shot at making a life.
“Hmm...normally, I don't go for this kind of thing. I'm a loner and I like to travel alone. But I like you. You remind me of another cute young man I once knew intimately and traveled with for a little while. His name was Owyn. So...give me twenty gold and promise to eat me out or finger me once a day while we're together, and I'll do it.”
“You've got yourself a deal,” Will replied. They shook hands. Will laughed. “I kind of feel like celebrating or something.”
Lydia smiled. “I can think of one way to celebrate,” she replied, running a finger down his chest.
Will leaned over and kissed her, preparing for round two.