The Mrs. Robinson Series

Ultimate Fantasy- Ryan Blaney and Chase Elliott

Ryan's POV

I think you secretly fantasize about older women. Am I right Ryan?

I stared at the words on my screen. It was true, I did fantasize about having sex with a very hot older woman. I made it no secret during episodes of my podcast that two of my celebrity crushes were Jennifer Aniston and Kate Beckinsale. However, at no point did I ever say that I wanted to have sex with an older woman. I thought I was pretty good at keeping my kinks to myself.

While I was trying to formulate a response, I saw three blinking dots appear.

Well Ryan, I'm waiting.

I never thought that a drunken night of chatting up a random DM would lead to this. "Layla" was smoking hot in her profile picture. I'm not stupid, I know you can't judge someone by their profile pictures. But I asked "Layla" to send me a topless picture of her playing with her nipples with a beer in the other hand. So I was drunk. Don't judge me. I got more than I bargained for when she sent me a fucking video of her pouring beer onto her nipple and licking it off. Then she held up a handwritten note that said "I wish this was you licking my nipples Ryan. XOXO" That was all the proof I needed. She was legit. I may have gotten off to that video.

Three blinking dots appeared again, and I responded.

Yes, I have fantasized about fucking an older woman.

Shit! She was replying back.

Do you want to know what I fantasize about Ryan? Your fat dick in my mouth. Me sucking you dry. Your dick slamming into my tight as fuck pussy. I fantasize about having you and one of your hot friends taking turns fucking me. Show me your dick Ryan. I want to see if it's as big as I think.

I was already hard as a rock, but I had doubts about sending this woman a dick pic. I couldn't risk that getting out in the public. I had a better idea. I suddenly remembered Chase was in town, and he may or may not have mentioned a fantasy about having sex with an older woman. I also couldn't risk this person I did not know finding out where I lived.

I have a better idea. How about I show you in person. Your place and I will see about bringing a friend.

What the fuck did I just do? A small part of me hoped she would blow me off. I never do shit like this. The larger part of me prayed she was game. Prayed that Chase was game because this was one of my ultimate fantasies.

Here is my address. I'll be waiting Ryan. I can't wait to fuck you and your friend. 😘

Holy shit this was really happening. Think Blaney think.

I called Chase, and I explained how I got shit faced drunk after my team choked away a sure win. I was feeling sorry for myself and needed some action. I logged onto Twitter and checked my DM's. There were a lot of them. Random girls wanting to hook up with me, but a particular one stood out. A smoking hot brunette with a fucking Darth Vader tattoo peeking out of the exposed bra that her skimpy tank failed to cover, probably because her damn tits were so big.

Fuck it! I was drunk, she was hot and did I mention she had a fucking Darth Vader tattoo?

Her comment said that I was way too hot to look so down, and she would love to cheer me up.

With nothing better to do, I replied to the DM. She said her name was Layla. She was thirty eight, divorced and lived on Lake Norman. We chatted for hours that night, then began chatting for hours every night. Mostly it was random things, in the beginning anyway, but by the third night things had gotten sexual. When she sent me her fucking nipple licking video, I was gone. Every time I got off, it was to that damn video, or just the very thought of her. Layla was my ultimate fantasy, or maybe my obsession.