9 comments/ 84976 views/ 34 favorites Flower Shop By: newbitime I was broke! Broke and bi curious. I'm a good looking, in good shape 27 year old that was plain and simply, down on his luck. With too much time on my hands, due to lack of work, I was spending more and more time surfing online personals... from women looking for men, to men looking for men, and even a few trannies looking for men! Regardless of which section I was in, I always seemed to find a good posting that lead to some solid 'alone time'. Masturbation was my job. Sometimes up to three times a day, I'd read a posting, get turned on, and blow my load into my hand or on my stomach while sitting at my computer. A bit about myself, well, my names Tommy, I'm in pretty good shape. Have blonde hair, blue eyes, and do fairly well with the ladies! One afternoon I noticed a posting for a job in the men for men section. Someone was looking to hire a cashier for their flower shop. I found it peculiar that they were posting in this section, but was in dire need of the cash, so I applied! Not long after I received a reply to my email telling me to come in for an interview. The interview was fairly straightforward at first. I was meeting with the owner of the shop, a tall, thick, athletically built man named Alex. He was a good looking guy, clearly worked out, in his mid 40s, with a neatly trimmed goatee and a full head of blonde hair. It was also clear that he was a fan of tanning salons, as he was nicely tanned. We talked about my job experience, my situation, why I wanted the job, you know, all the usual stuff. Then as the interview was winding down, he asked about my sexual orientation. I got slightly uncomfortable with the question, but informed him that I was straight, to which he responded with a question about what I was doing in the men for men section online. I had forgotten about this little detail, and kind of went blank looking for a logical answer, but I had none. "A little curious are we straight boy?" He asked. "Um, yeah, I guess..." I sort of stuttered. "Have you ever experimented with a man before?" "Um, no Sir, just fantasies I guess..." Before I realized what I had said, he shot at me "Fantasies eh? What sort of fantasies" I was stuck. I wanted to run out of the room, but my legs seemed to be working against me. I needed this job, and didn't want to tell my potential new boss to 'mind his own business' so I did my best to answer him. "Well, um... I kinda, sorta have been wondering what it would be like... you know... to touch another guys... um... well... his..." "Cock?" He interjected. I giggled nervously before saying "yeah, his um, his cock." "Ah, so you've been thinking about servicing a man with a big cock? About what it would taste like, what it would feel like in your hands?" My body was starting to respond to our conversation, and my dick was swelling. "Well, yeah, I guess. You know, having someone tell you what to do and stuff." "Oh, so you like being controlled too? Being subservient to a stronger man?" "Um, well, I've never done it... it's just fantasies..." I was shaking. My voice was quivering, my palms were sweaty, and my dick was raging hard! He seemed to be as comfortable as anything. Sitting back in his chair, legs sort of spread, his strong arms lightly crossed. He was definitely enjoying the discomfort that he was applying to this young 'straight' kid. "Well, you can start tomorrow. Wear a white t-shirt and some jeans. Oh, and try wear some tighter undies so that your little hard on isn't so obvious!" I nearly died! My boss noticed that he was giving me a hard on! My GAY boss! But somehow, I never even considered not showing up the next morning. I just got up, adjusted my penis, and left after saying thanks. The next morning I arrived at work, dressed as indicated, and was trained by one of my new coworkers Jay. He was nice enough. Kinda tall and lanky like me, but he was much more effeminate. He taught me how to work the cash, how to use the credit card machine, inventory, etc. All the things I'd need to know to get my job done. The store was located on the edge of the gay village in our city, so as expected, the clientele was 90% gay men. They came in all shapes and sizes. Some more obvious then the others, but one thing they all had in common was that they flirted hard with our staff. From little comments, to pats on the bum, to full on ass grabs! I was thankful that my job kept me safely behind the counter. There were four other guys who worked at the store, and all of us were of the same body type. Tall and slim, and fairly 'boy next door' looking. Alex would help us out when we were busy, and would also be there to close the cash at the end of the day while we cleaned up. He'd constantly take jabs at us. Calling us his 'little bitches'. Saying things like "Look at my pretty little boys keeping my place good and clean, while Daddy takes care of the real work", and he progressed quickly to "The bigger your cock the bigger the responsibility you have!". "Hey boys? Who's your Daddy?" "You are Sir" we'd answer in unison. I took most of these interactions as 'gay jokes'... thinking that they might be common in that community, and not wanting to lose my job, or piss Alex off, I just went along with it. "And who's got the biggest thickest cock in the room?" He'd proudly ask. "You do Sir!" He'd tease and taunt us in an unthreatening sort of joking manner constantly. Telling us that we weren't men yet, cause our little dicks were too small, and he'd point out how cute we looked each day. Reminding us, subtly, that he was physically the bigger man. Two weeks into my job, Alex came to see me near the end of the day, and told me to meet him in his office after closing. I know I had been working my ass off, so this definitely wasn't a discipline thing, so I was kinda curious as to why he wanted to meet with me. Nine o'clock rolled around, and just after we locked up, the other guys left for the evening and I made my way to the back of the store to meet with Alex. I knocked on his door, and he shouted for me to come in. "Have a seat" he said, pointing to a foot stool that he had next to his desk. "Sorry about the chair. So, how's it been going so far?" "Good I guess. I'm learning pretty quickly, and I seem to get along with everyone." "I've heard good things" he said, much to my relief. Losing this job wasn't an option for me! I needed rent money badly! "Listen" he started, "On slower days we don't have anyone working the cash alone. The guys working on the floor selling also ring up their own bills. I'd like to give you more shifts, but we'd need to get you comfortable selling. Is this something you'd like?" I was thrilled! More shifts meant more money! I responded almost instantly "Sure! I'd love that!" "Ok then, I just wanted to make sure you'd be comfortable servicing our clientele" I had momentarily forgotten about all the touching and flirting that goes on, but the thought of more hours and more money overshadowed my concerns. After all, I'm not gay, so how would a little flirting hurt? "I'm fine with it Sir. When can I start?" "Easy there tiger, not so fast! You may not have noticed this, but our sales guys all wear a uniform of sorts" "Really?" I said. "I haven't seen one... other than the white shirt and jeans, but I wear that already?" "Well, with all the standing and crouching we like to offer our customers a strong incentive for frequenting our store, so we have our guys wearing thongs with the store logo on the back. So when they crouch down or bend over to grab flowers, the customer gets a little visual treat... that gonna be a problem for you?" "Um, no, I guess not... I've never worn a thong before... um... yeah, I guess I can do that." I was getting a bit nervous, but the thought kinda turned me on too. "Great, try this on!" With that, he reached into his drawer, pulled out a little white thong, and tossed it to me. He then sat and sort of stared at me intently. He wanted me to change in front of him! Oh my! I've never been naked around another man before... "Um, should I change in the washroom?" I suggested. "No no, here's fine... you can go behind that decorative divider if you like" He motioned toward one of those Asian looking decorative fold up-able walls. So I moved behind it, and removed my pants and boxers, before pulling on the thong. Not gonna lie, I felt pretty horny pulling it on, and my dick was definitely reacting! "Seems to fit ok!" I shouted. "Great! Let me see." He said, clearly not allowing for 'no thanks' to be an answer. He could tell I was hesitating I guess, so he continued "I just gotta be sure it fits right in the back, so that the logo isn't stretched or crumpled." With this, I slowly slide out from behind the divider, and made my way to him. I was nervous for two reasons, the first was obvious... I'm almost naked in front of a gay man. My boss. The second was cause it was turning me on... and I didn't have anywhere to hide! "Looks great! Spin around for me... nice and slow... just gotta make sure it works from every angle. Oh, looks like someone is enjoying this more that he wants to!" He said, noticing my semi hard on. "I thought you were straight? Why's your little dick getting stiff? Haha" I felt like an object. A toy. Here for this mans pleasure... and also for my own. He started tugging on different parts of the thong, seeing if the waist was too tight, and tugging it upwards to make sure it was on all the way. I wanted to move away. I wanted to tell him to stop, but I didn't. I just kept spinning slowly for him. "Hands over your head please." He said. I obeyed without hesitation. I was now completely vulnerable to this man. Suddenly, as I spun, his hand cupped my crotch, and sort of started to adjust my dick. "Hmm, there's a bit of extra space in this area, hehe, but the rest fits nice." He said, again taunting me about my size. "You should see what it looks like when it's filled out properly by a real man!" With that, he stood, pushed me down onto the stool, opened his pants, and pushed them down just enough so that I could clearly see his big thick cock bulging behind a thin layer of zebra stripped silk. My eyes were glued to his crotch, as he reached down and gave himself a little jiggle to emphasize the enormity of his cock. "Like what you see straight boy?" He said, noticing that my much smaller penis was now fully erect at only 5inches. "I think my limp cock is bigger than your little erection boy! Funny how my little 'straight boy' employee is getting hard just from seeing my big Daddy cock. I thought you liked girls? Ha ha!" He taunted. "How straight would you be if I actually pulled it out boy? Bet your mouth would be watering! And your little prick would be throbbing even more!" I felt helpless... like I wasn't worthy of being there. And strangely, I wanted to be. Somehow, I wanted him to enjoy me, to be turned on by me, and this sign that I was letting him down actually hurt me! But even with me fully exposed like this, his big meat didn't seem to grow. I wasn't turning him on. Why not? I'm good looking. I'm doing what he wants... why isn't he getting hard? Wait... am I really thinking this? Am I really concerned about turning a man on? My boss for that matter! My mind was racing. When I snapped back into reality, he had pulled his pants back up, and had sat back down, and continued with my 'fitting'. "Stand up boy! I want you doing 50 sit ups a night to get those abs into shape!" "Also, you've got some hair on your lower back that we'll have to get rid off. Two doors down there's a guy that does waxing... you'll make an appointment before your next shift. Wait! Let me see if he's still there." He picked up his phone, and made the call. Fortunately, the store was still open. Well, not open, but the guy was still there, and he agreed to do the job immediately. "Ever been waxed?" Alex asked. "um, no, but I hear it hurts... a lot!" "Oh, only the first few times... here, this'll help!" With that he pulled a bottle of scotch from his drawer, and we started taking shots. He said he would come with me for support, as I was clearly nervous. After about 5 shots each, we headed out. My legs were a bit tipsy, but we didn't have far to go. When we got to the store, Alex and the clerk hugged, and it was immediately clear that they were fairly well acquainted. The clerk was all business. He led us into a room in the back, and instructed me to remove my shirt and pants and to lay face down on the table. I had forgotten that I was still wearing my new 'uniform' up until that very moment. 'Oh well' I thought, this guy seems pretty professional. As I climbed up onto the table, the two men chatted and seemed to ignore me. Alex had brought the bottle with him, and the three of us continued to drink. The table itself looked like a massage table, but had some interesting alterations. About half way down, where ones legs would start, the table split into two moveable pieces, I guess for legs that were spread for bikini waxing purposes. The table also had straps on these leg sections. I was to find out later that he used them to secure the legs to avoid people jerking during the waxing, and kicking him accidentally. Or so he told me. As he moved into position beside me, he said "Mmm, uniform looks great!" Clearly I wasn't the first employee to make this trip. He started with my lower back, and the pain was intense! The guys just laughed at me at first, but when I started squirming around, the clerk asked Alex to try to hold me down. Alex moved to the head of the table, and grabbed my arms, pulling me towards him. With my legs strapped down, and my arms held tight, I was now completely still. Every wax strip was more painful than the last! When he finished my lower back, which seemed like hours, but was really only about ten minutes, we had another drink. I stayed on the table, still strapped down, and strangely never questioned why. As we chatted, the clerk asked if I wanted to get rid of the other 'unsightly' hair on my back side. This made me extremely self conscious, especially considering that I was wearing only a tiny little thong in front of these two fully clothed gay men who were ogling my body. Before I could answer, Alex said "Why not! I mean we're here right, may as well get the whole job done!" With that he grabbed my wrists, and pulled me back down onto the table. The clerk started stepping on peddles, and hitting levers, and before I knew it, the leg supports had dropped down, and my bound legs went with them. So I was now bent over the table, with Alex firmly holding my wrists in place, and my head sort of hanging off the table. Maybe due to the alcohol, or perhaps for other reasons... but I didn't object. As the clerk began waxing my butt cheeks, the pain intensified, and with a bright red face, it was suggested that I have something to bite down on to avoid biting my tongue off. Without hesitation, Alex undid his belt buckle, and without removing it from his pants, he folded the tail of the belt, and offered it to my mouth. He even undid the top three buttons on his pants to give me some more leeway. With tears in my eyes, I opened my mouth and bit down on the leather. My face was now only inches from my boss' monstrous cock! I could smell the power and sweat of his manhood. I could almost taste it! With my hands help firmly in place, and my face only inches from my boss' crotch, the clerk started pull my cheeks apart, and began spreading wax on my crack. Alex felt me squirm, and told me that it was all part of the uniform, and not to worry. Strangely, once again, I trusted him, and let it happen. I could feel the thong being yanked from side to side to make room for the waxing, with strip after strip of my hair being torn away from my body. And before long, the clerk gave my ass a solid slap, and said "All done back here, anything else?" When I heard his voice, I sort of snapped back awake, and realized that my face was now firmly pressed into Alex's crotch. To a point where I could feel the thickness of his shaft on my cheek, through his underwear. I guess I had nuzzled my way past his jeans, and pressed my face into his stripe covered crotch. And more, he was no longer holding my arms down, but instead I now had my arms wrapped around his powerful legs, and was pulling myself towards him. I released the belt from my mouth, but didn't let him go. Instead I just sort of breathed heavily and held him tightly. With one hand he caressed the back of my head, and with the other he was manipulating my thong to help the clerk out. The clerk was now slowly applying a lotion to the areas he had waxed. Starting with the lower back, then working his way to my ass crack. He had waxed everything short of my ball sack, and made sure not to miss a spot with the lotion. As his finger grazed my virgin hole for the first time, I let out a moan. This was the first bit of pleasure that I'd felt in what seemed like forever, and it just sort of slipped out of my mouth. "You like that boy?" Alex asked. I was in a sort of daze, and was defenseless against his questioning, so I answered truthfully. "Yes Sir" After hearing this, the clerk slowly made his way back to my hole and started circling it with his finger. Tracing a line from my lower back down, around my hole, to my ball sack where he slowly ever so gently cupped my balls and gave them a light squeeze. The thong I was wearing had been pulled aside, and my penis was hanging free. As he held my balls in his palm, he used his thumb to rub my hole. I was squirming and moaning, and lost in the pleasure of his massage. Alex started to slowly grind his crotch onto my face, rubbing himself all over my cheek and then my mouth and nose. He tightened the grip on my head, and started saying "That's a good bitch boy, you like that don't you? Having Daddy's big cock on your face while your hole is played with... tell me how much you like that!" "Yes Sir, I... mmm.. yeah... I like that... mmm... oh! ... oh yeah..." "How does Daddy's cock feel boy?" "Huge Sir!" "Do you like Daddy's cock on your face? Hm? Tell me how much you like having Daddy's cock on your face" "I love it Sir! I love having Daddy's big thick cock on my face!" "Really? You love it do you? Why don't you give Daddy's cock a nice little kiss?" As I turned my head to face his cock, I puckered my lips, and without hesitation, I started to gently kiss his silk covered monster. As I did this, the clerks massage intensified, and he slide his thumb gently into my tight hole. Just a bit, then he pulled it out and circled before sending it back in for a quick 'in and out'. My body was theirs. I was slowly grinding my hips on the clerk's finger while I delivered kiss after kiss to my boss' cock. "That's it" Alex said. "Show Daddy how much you love his cock. Show him how much you want his cock in that sweet young mouth of yours. Mmm" With that encouragement, the kiss became more intense, and my tongue started tracing lines all over his thick shaft and balls. He was getting hard... He was getting hard! I was doing it! I was turning him on! I was making my master happy! Wait! My Master? Had I really just thought that? Was this man really my Master? I dropped the thought right then and there, and just focused on getting his cock big and hard! With the clerk now freely fucking my ass with his thumb, I was now licking my boss' thighs, balls, and cock hungrily! I was trying my best to slip my tongue underneath his thong. My body was sliding around begging for more thumb, but not wanting to get too far away from my Masters giant cock! "Why don't we pull Daddy's cock out to get a better taste? Would you like that Tommy? Do you want to taste Daddy's big thick cock? Tell me Tommy" Flower Shop I'm a pretty positive person, but life was pissing me off just now. I had been a very high up executive assistant in an exclusive law firm in NYC. I enjoyed the demands and the pace. But I got tired of the jerk-off associates who thought they could have their way with the administrative staff. After the third associate showed me his hard cock and told me how much he could do for me if I would just suck it, I quit. My bosses were amazed. "Chelcie, you've done so well here, why quit now?" they asked. I couldn't tell them I was fed up with twenty-something egos and hard dicks. I just told them I had to follow my dream. And I did have a dream. I had a little nest egg. I used it to open a small florist shop in lower Manhattan. The rent was equivalent to rape, but I knew I could do it. Unfortunately, I opened my shop as the economy crumbled in 2008. At first it was great. The pinheads who formerly thought they could get in my pants were coming to me for flowers to get into some other woman's pants. I was making out like gangbusters. Then the housing market tanked. Then derivatives were exposed to be the scam they were. (I could have told them that. Staff understands way more than the principals.) Suddenly, the horny associates became poor would-be actors, waiting tables for skimpy tips. They didn't buy flowers anymore. If they could scrape up a few bucks, they tried to lure pussy with cheap crack. I wasn't ready to deal drugs just yet -- even with flowers dying in my cooler and the Con-Ed bill mounting. The big guys continued to lavish their women with flowers. After all, they had stolen millions because of the Bush banking "reforms." But, they didn't look to the tiny shop on 30th Avenue to deliver bouquets to their bimbos for missed assignations. They looked for the big names, or just went online. I was fucked. But that was part of the problem, I wasn't fucked -- or hadn't been for quite some time. I blamed my tiny tits. I sport 33bs, and guys just don't dig them. But, geez, $3,000 for a boob job? Then you have to deal with having boobs! Being a girl is hard enough without having boobs. Screw that. I spent days in my shop with only one or two customers and fewer calls. I wasn't making any money. Add to that, no man had shown any interest in me since the 85 year-old guy who asked me to strip for him so he could see if he could gethard anymore. I declined, but that was last spring! So, one spring morning this year, I found myself in my little office behind the shop, trying to keep my spirits up. I had worn my favorite outfit to work -- a tight fitting turtle-neck sweater in green and black cable stitch and black skinny jeans. I felt pretty good about myself because the checking account hadn't come out red, and I thought I looked hot. It was an hour before opening, so I decided to make myself feel that much better and I started to rub my pussy lips through the skinny jeans. I was just looking for a little self-stimulation, but I got carried away. Before I knew it, the jeans were off, I was curled up in my desk chair, knees under my chin and two fingers jamming in and out of my pussy. As I was about to cum, I heard a noise. I was not alone. --- I'm just a regular guy. I wasn't popular in high school. I thought moving to New York City would make me special. I got a degree in English Literature from NYC, but that just made me another of the thousands of unemployable college grads in lower Manhattan. Like the rest of them, I had written a novel. I poured everything I had into it. Unfortunately, at 27 years old, everything I had was not very much. Hemingway, I was not. I wanted to build a boat and sail around the world. Unfortunately, I had no technical skills, no sailing experience and I found vast expanses of water intimidating. Life had not handed me a lot of tools to be a great novelist. I was the only son of Vermont parents who loved one another and had since high school. It was sort of a "Leave it to Beaver" upbringing. Hardship was passing up McDonald's because we had already had it twice that week. So, I had a bachelor's degree in English, waiting tables in a chain restaurant that would have served twenty-something up and comers, had they all not been laid off and wanted to becomes servers in chain restaurants. But, being a hopeless romantic, I fell for the French foreign exchange student who worked as a hostess. She was most certainly hired for her accent, and not for her acuity with the English language. "You are how many in your partie?" she would ask. She didn't know the difference between three and eight, but she asked. Since I was fluent in French (another useless talent), I would explain to her. "Ah, bon," she would reply, and get a great tip. Somehow, I thought my acuity with the language would get a date with her. She needed me to translate, but wasn't interested in seeing me outside working hours. I had this great idea that flowers would stir her heart. So, one day when she was working the early shift and I was not, I stumbled into this little florist shop on 30th Avenue to buy flowers to bring to the elusive Juliette. The sign said "Closed" but it was just minutes before opening, and the door was open. I stepped inside, but the showroom was empty. I thought I heard a noise from the back, so I opened the door at the back. I observed a very attractive 30-something woman, curled up in an office chair, wearing only a very attractive tight fitting turtle-neck sweater in green and black cable stitch, plunging two fingers in and out of her wet, glistening pussy. My cargo shorts tented immediately. --- I looked up to see a 30-something guy in cargo shorts with a huge hard-on looking at me. He was kind of cute, sandy blonde, not skinny not fat, blue eyes. More than that, I couldn't say. Remember, I had my fingers deep in my pussy. All I could think of to say was, "Can I help you?" --- I've never been cool or slick in any way, but I actually came up with a good line. I took a step closer and said, "I think maybe I can help you." --- I'm such a prude, but I swear to God, I actually licked my lips. How did I suddenly become a whore? I said, "Let's see." --- OMG, she didn't call the cops and accuse me of rape when I said my cool line. Her "Let's see" lead me to believe she might actually fuck me. Knowing it would land me in jail, I dropped my cargo shorts. Having current laundry issues, I was commando, so my erection popped our straight and true. --- His cock was actually pretty. I knew immediately I wanted it up my cunt. How had I become such a slut? I didn't change position, I just reached down and parted my pussy lips for him. His cock kept getting bigger. I hoped I had the pussy for it. But I needed a good fucking and he was right there. --- She didn't change position and actually parted her pussy lips for me. I was sure it was trouble, but I pushed the head of my dick against her pussy lips. She actually said, "Fuck me now, hard." And I did. --- I actually said, "Fuck me now, hard." And he did. He pounded my wet pussy as i lay curled up in that chair. His hard cock was so much better than my skinny fingers. I got wetter and wetter. I was just ready for him to cum inside me. I wanted to feel the throbbing of his cock pumping jizz into me. He pounded my wet welcoming pussy. He pounded it hard, and I loved it. When he shoved it deep, I new it would be good. It really was. --- I felt brave enough to reach out to feel her tits through the soft sweater material. They were small orbs that fit wonderfully in my hands. I've never really liked big tits. The nipples on small ones stood up so nicely, and they were so firm. She said, "Not much there, I'm afraid." --- When he reached out to feel my tits, I was immediately self conscious. It felt so wonderful, but my small tits never did much for any guy. "Not much there, I'm afraid," I said. "Oh no, they are perfect. Small tits are so much more exciting. I can feel your hard nipples. Absolutely perfect." Then he held his cock deep in my hot, wet pussy, and he exploded into me. That made me cum like I hadn't since my horny college days. Feeling the throb and the hot squirt of jizz deep in my cooze was more than I could handle. I writhed and I am sure I screamed as he shot his jizz into my hot hole. I'm such a slut -- a content slut, but a slut nonetheless. --- With uncharacteristic male bravado, I pounded her hot, wet pussy with my engorged cock. She was screaming and writhing and I just kept fucking her hot, wet pussy. Then I couldn't hold back any longer and I shot my jizz deep into her pussy. She writhed so much, I thought my still hard cock would slip out of her, but I held it fast, pubic bone against pubic bone, my cock softening inside her. We ended up in this really uncomfortable position once the great sex vibes wore off. She was still in the chair curled up and my knees were on either side of her hips, my limp cock still inside her wet pussy. My hamstrings were beginning to tense and cramp. But that was the most incredible sex I had ever had in my life. God, she was perfect. --- My knees were beginning to cramp, but I loved the feeling of his cock in me, even as if softened. Finally, we had to move. I think it was the best sex I had ever had. I came at least twice, maybe three times. I didn't remember. --- "So, I'm Daphne," I said as his now flaccid cock slid out of my still wet pussy. "I'm David. I'm sorry if I interrupted you," he apologized. Apologized! "David, I think you were just the right thing at the right time." Before I knew what I was saying, I said, "Would you like a blow job to finish things off right?" I never wanted it before, but I wanted that cock down my throat -- and some hot jizz. Was this really me? "I'll only accept a blow job if you let me lick your pussy," David replied. He wanted her clit in his lips and under his tongue. He wanted his fingers and tongue up her wet hole. He wanted that smell and taste in his goatee. Daphne thought, "I'm locking that door." And David thought, "Juliette who?" --- No flowers were sold that day in that little flower shop that day, but one hard penis spent a lot of time in one very wet vagina that day deep in New York City. But two people were very happy, if a little sweaty and smelly. Flower Shop Lady Let's see now. The first time I laid eyes on you. But, I do remember you were walking across the parking lot, as I was sittin' in my car, just killing time 'til the Radio Shack opened. I was doin' my usual "thing".... smoking a cigarette, and checking out butts. I love to look at the feminine derriere unless they're humongous asses, or the string-bean variety who have that hawaiian disease, "lakkabootie". Anyway-fuckin-way, it had not been a particularly good morning for butt-watchin, 'til I saw you in the rear-view mirror, as you were making your way up the line of cars. The thing about it was, it wasn't even your butt that I saw first. I turned around in the seat so fast that I knocked the fire off my cigarette. It had to have been very comical if you could've seen me scrambling around, trying to find the burning ashes, and still trying to get a better look at you as you were rapidly getting closer. I finally had to open the door, in order to see where the end of the cigarette was. Then I got out and stood up, trying to be nonchalant as I watched you walk by. You were beautiful, with your light brown, wavy hair, and that body. And, I had yet to even see the back porch. The casual clothes, jeans and T-shirt, didn't conceal the fact that you had a fabulous body. I could tell that your breasts were exquisite, my guess was 36D, and your hips flared out in a way, that I just knew the butt had to be great. I was not to be disappointed, 'cause as you passed, using my peripheral vision, I glimpsed the finest ass that God ever put on a woman. My crotch got the message that my eyes had sent, and started stirring. I didn't want to appear obvious, but I just had to follow you, and see as much of that butt as I could, for as long as I could. Luckily, it was 10 am and time for Radio Shack to open. So, after glancing at my watch, I began to follow you at a discreet distance. I figured you had to be in your mid to late thirties, probably about five-seven, and weighed somewhere between 140 to 145. But the way it was all packaged, was superb. My "little soldier" was fully awake now, and trying to stand at attention, despite the confines of my jockey shorts and trousers. I stared, in wonderment, at the way your ass moved while you walked ahead of me. Damn!! It surely did fill out your jeans, and make my mouth water. You reached the sidewalk, and headed to a florist shop. I knew that I couldn't just follow you in, so I went a couple of shops down to Radio Shack, not even remembering what I'd originally come for. The only thing that came to mind was those moments of watching a truly beautiful lady, with a great body, and a fantastic ass. I knew that I had to think of some reason for me and my "little soldier" to go into that flower shop. I browsed around Radio Shack for about thirty minutes, then walked out without ever remembering what to get. Trying to be so cool and casual, I strolled down the sidewalk to the entrance of the florist's and walked in, just like I knew what the hell I was doing. Shit! I was the only customer there, which didn't give me much time to come up with some reason for being there. Hearing the bell on the door, you walked out from the room in the back wearing the most radiant smile I'd ever seen. You asked if you could help me. Help me? Help ME???? Hell yes, I needed help! My "little soldier" needed help! I needed help trying to figure out what the fuck to say to you. I finally decided to be somewhat truthful, so I told you that I had had the pleasure of seeing the most beautiful creature that God put on earth, and I wanted to send her some flowers. You smiled, and said that you were sure we could come up with something. "Come up with something?" "CUM UP WITH SOMETHING?", I thought to myself. Hell, I already had something that had cum up!!!! But, I merely smiled, and let you lead me to the refrigerated display case, where there were so many arrangements of so many different kinds of flowers, that it was mind-boggling. You began to describe the different types of arrangements that you could put together, and the various price ranges. I heard every word you said but, it wasn't sinking in, cause just your voice itself was reaching my inner mind. The voice was a perfect match for the rest of you, sexy as hell! As I stood next to you, I breathed in your sweet, yet subtle, aroma, and stole an occasional glance at that ass of all asses! I felt I was somewhat of a connoisseur of women's butts, since I'd been running adult web sites on the net which were predicated primarily on women's ASSets. And, from what I could see of yours, it far surpassed ANYTHING the net had to offer. We made light small talk, as you tried to help me decide what to get for this "special" person. You said that you thought it was so romantic of me to want to do this. I asked you if it had ever happened to you. You shrugged and sighed, and said that, no, nobody had ever acted that romantically toward you. I asked how you would fix an arrangement of a dozen, long-stemmed, yellow roses. You said for me to follow you, and you'd show me, and led me to the back room. I commented that it was a damn shame that nobody had shown this kind of romantic inclination toward such a beautiful lady. In the back room, you began showing me the different ways that you took ordinary pretty flowers, baby's breath, and such, and turned them into a work of art. While you were busy at the table, I moved closer, almost dizzy from the proximity, and asked you what you would say, if I told you that the flowers were, indeed, for you. You stopped what you were doing, and without turning your head, said, "I know." It seems that I had not been as inconspicuous as I thought. You had noticed me earlier in the parking lot, watching you, and following you. I moved even closer, and you turned toward me. Our eyes locked for a moment, then I tilted your face up a little, and lowered my lips to yours, and you didn't resist. I touched your lips lightly, drew back, then put my arms around you and kissed you again, with more passion. You melted in my arms, as I pulled you against me. Our breathing became more labored, and we could feel each other's hearts pounding. I know you had to feel the hardness of my "little soldier" as he had really become quite a big soldier, by now. You didn't draw back, but instead, began to slowly gyrate your hips against me. Oh, God! I just had to lower my hand and feel that fantastic ass that I had been drooling over. You groaned as I alternated between caressing and squeezing the cheeks of your ass. Our tongues began battling each other for penetration, as our kissing became more frenzied. I began pulling your shirt from inside your pants, put my hands underneath it and found the catch of your bra. I fumbled a moment, before finally releasing it, then brought my hands around to your soft breasts. Your nipples were already hard and erect, much like the condition of my "soldier". One of your hands made it's way to my crotch, grasped my hardness, and squeezed hard. I could feel the wetness from the pre-cum that had been oozing from him. I lifted the T-shirt the rest of the way from your body, and my mouth zoomed in on one magnificent breast.... taking the cherry-red nipple into my mouth. Suddenly, the nipple was gone from my mouth! The hand released its grasp of my cock! And you backed away, reaching for your bra and T-shirt. In my total concentration on your breast, I hadn't heard the ringing of the bell over the front door. But you had, and in a flurry of activity, you put on your bra and pulled your shirt over your flushed face, and tucked it in. Here I was with my cock straining to get out of my pants, and you were fully dressed again, and trying to run your hands through your hair to straighten it. Without a word, but with a small smile, you looked into my face, then dropped your eyes to the tent in my crotch. I could see hunger in your eyes. I'd bet the ranch that I was looking at a woman who hadn't been laid in quite some time. Then you hurried out of the room, as I watched that terrific ass of yours. That ass that I had just caressed, that same ass I so desperately wanted to kiss and lick. But, once again it was walking away from me. I was left standing there with a monumental hard-on, muttering to myself, "What the fuck, now?" While my hearts rapid beating was slowing down, I heard you extend the same cheery greeting to whoever it was that had come into the shop. Standing there, trying to gather my thoughts, I wondered to myself about this scenario. The three of us, you, me, and my "soldier". We just couldn't take this building up and letting down much longer. Customers were bound to keep coming into the store. In, what seemed like a fuckin' hour, but in reality was only about ten minutes, the bell jingled again. This told me that, either that customer had left, or a more depressing thought, that another had entered. It was another couple of minutes before you slowly walked into the room, with a long-stem yellow rose clenched in your teeth. Taking the rose from your mouth, and with a sly grin, you said, "It's close enough to lunch time, so I locked the door and hung up the, 'Out to Lunch' sign." Then you informed me that you thought that WE should have "lunch", staring hungrily at my crotch. The T-shirt and bra were, once again, removed, and you quickly undid the front of your jeans, and slid them off. There you stood, totally naked, except for the satin panties encasing your curvaceous hips and ass. I quickly began to follow suit, by removing my shirt, and reached for the belt buckle. Reaching out, you brushed my hands aside, knelt before me, and whispered, "No! I want to do this." Then, very slowly, but deliberately, you undid my belt, and unfastened the waistband. This accomplished, you pulled my pants slowly downward, along with the shorts. Freed from imprisonment, my "soldier", with pre-cum oozing from his bulb-head, sprang to full attention just inches from your face. Taking one hand and reaching behind me, you grasped my ass, and with the other you began to caress my turgid dick, tantalizingly, with your fingertips. You stared at it, and murmured, "All this for me?" To which I replied, "Baby, he's been waiting for you, all his life." Reaching down, I ran my fingers through your hair, then bent over a little, so I could grasp one of your soft, pliant tits. The nipple was still fully erect, as I toyed with it. Your tongue emerged from your parted lips, and you began to lick my shaft, while cupping my cum-filled balls in your hand. Squeezing my ass, you pulled me closer to your mouth, as your tongue continued to lick my entire shaft, much as kid licks a pop cycle. Then, all of a sudden, you took the head into your mouth and began to suck more and more of it into your mouth, doing crazy little things to it with your tongue. My reaction was the involuntary squeezing of the cheeks of my ass, a sharp intake of breath, and squeezing your tit in my hand. I lifted my eyes upward, and said, to myself, "Oh, please, don't let this be a dream." Your mouth was sucking my cock feverishly, taking it in all the way to my balls, then pulling it back out 'til only the head was in your mouth, then back in again. Your tongue was in constant motion, as it moved around it in ways that I'd never before experienced. Even though I was thoroughly enjoying your mouth's manipulations, I was gazing down at your panty-covered ass, wishing I could be touching it, and loving it, as it so richly deserved. I felt my hot cum begging to be released, and tried to pull away, but you grabbed my ass even tighter, refusing to let my cock withdraw from your wet mouth. If possible, you even sucked it faster, and with more vigor. Damn! I didn't want to cum yet. You seemed to sense my thoughts, and raising your eyes, you released it just long enough to say, "YES! Give it to me. Give it all to me, now!" That did it! My big "soldier" seemed to hear your words, and told my balls to let it go! My legs grew shaky and weak, as I felt the torrent of boiling hot liquid burst forward, gushing through my shaft, and out of the opening in the bulb!! You continued to cup my balls, and my ass, while sucking spurt, after spurt of boiling semen from my cock. Even when I thought that there was no more to be had, you continued to suck, until, at last, the hardness began to subside. OH SHEEEIIIITTTT! I had NEVER before cum with so much intensity. In fact, I hadn't even had a half-way decent ejaculation, in over a year. Your mouth, and hands, released their grip on me, and you stood up, licking your lips and smiling. I looked at you and said, "You just cheated yourself." "No way," you replied, "he'll be up again, and I intend to put him to good use." With that, you began to clear off the work table, which was a pretty damn good sized table. I moved in behind you, and did what I'd been wanting to do ever since I saw you in the parking lot. I got down on my knees, and buried my face against the fabric of your panties, using both my hands to caress and hug your ass cheeks. I loved the feel of a woman's panty covered ass against my cheeks. You leaned against the table and moaned, as I pulled the panties off, and resumed paying homage to those wondrous globes. I knew that we still had more than half and hour left, and I was determined to show you, with mouth, tongue, hands, and fingers, just what a fantastic lady you were. There may have been over twenty years difference in our ages, but at the moment, I felt over twenty years younger. I bent my head lower, and ran my tongue around the back of your knees, then kissed and licked up the back of each thigh. Then I parted your legs a little, and ran my tongue up and down the insides of your thighs, stopping just short of the cheeks of your butt. One of my hands encircled you and palmed the mound of your womanhood, as I once again bestowed wet kisses on your ass cheeks, not missing even the tiniest spot. The crack of your ass was the next to receive my tongues' attention. I started licking from your lower back, all the way down the crack. I did this several times, each time inserting my tongue deeper than the time before. Your whole body was trembling, as your hips were gyrating against my mouth. My searching tongue found your rosebud, and its touch made you arch your back even farther, as I moistened your asshole with my saliva. I, then, slowly pushed and probed until at last I had inserted my tongue into your sphincter. While I had been doing that, my fingers had been tracing the line of your slit in front and found your eagerly awaiting clit. With increasing speed, I tongue-fucked your asshole, feeling your muscles clamping around my tongue, as my fingers were toying with, and massaging your clit. I felt your body convulse, and the liquid I felt and tasted in your pussy, left no doubt that you had achieved an orgasm. But, Baby, I was a long way from being through, as my seemingly dead soldier had started, once again, to stand at attention. I slowly began rising to my feet, while trailing my tongue up your back. Once standing, I nuzzled my, once again, hard soldier against your ass, while lavishing kisses on your neck and caressing those tits. I turned you around and I sat on the table. I pulled your breasts to my mouth. This time my mouth was not to be denied, as I took a nipple and began hungrily sucking it, circling it, and teasing it with my tongue. You reached between us and grasped my hard cock. I couldn't get enough of your breasts and your nipples! I wanted to stay right there and suck them all fuckin' day, while you stroked my hardness. I sucked first one tit, then the other, taking time in to lick each entire gorgeous breast, and to bury my face in the space between them, squeezing them against the sides of my face. I must have spent at least five minutes kissing, licking and sucking your tits, and would've spent a helluva lot longer, had I not been worried about your having to re-open the shop. While I was sucking those glorious breasts, you were continuing to fondle my soldier, and rubbing it against your hairy pubic area. Sheeeeiiiiitt! The li'l sumbitch wanted to cum, again! I turned you around, sat you on the table, then laid you on your back and immediately put my face in your mound of hair. It was still very moist, so my tongue had no problem zooming right to your clit. You let out a cry of pleasure, as you put both your hands on my head and pushed your hips upward. My lips sucked your clit hard, then I would nibble it, lightly with my teeth, followed by my tongue flicking it up and down, and side to side. You were thrashing and moaning on the table, as your hands gripped my head. I felt your body spasms, as your hips jerked, and felt more of your liquid spewing forth onto my tongue. I licked and swallowed, licked and swallowed, wanting to get every drop. My cock was also wet from more pre-cum, and it was throbbing. You pulled my head from your pussy, and almost screamed, "OH, FUCK ME! PLEASE, FUCK ME, NOW!!!" Never one to deny a lady's request, I positioned myself above you. Looking down on your eager face, I rubbed my cock against your pussy lips, and slowly began to insert it. No! You weren't having any of that!! You grabbed my ass, and bucked your hips upward, forcing immediate full penetration. I wanted to just let it stay there a moment, and savor the feeling of your hot, wet honey-pot. But, no, it was not to be. Your hips continued there bucking motion, forcing me to put my fucking into high gear, skipping all the lower ones. I began to pound your pussy! In and out, in and out, in and out, in and out. Harder, harder, harder, harder!!. Faster, faster, faster. Even in the dry air, we were both slick with perspiration, as we felt our glands take over all control of our bodies. You looked at me and moaned. You looked into my eyes and screamed, "OH, GOD! I'M CUMMING! OH! OH! OOOOHHHH! OHHHHH!! AGHHHHHH! EEEEOOOOUUUUU!" And with both bodies shuddering violently, we came together. As I felt my hot cum pouring from my body, into yours, I kissed you, ramming my tongue deep into your mouth. We moaned and sighed into each others' mouths. I felt our love juices as they were mixing together. We laid there motionless, except for our tongues, which were caressing each other. After laying in each others' arms for a couple of minutes, you said, "I've got to unlock the front door." I said, "I know. Damn it!" We disentangled, sat up, and began looking for our clothes. I watched, as you once again pulled your panties and jeans over that fine ass, and asked, "So, what about tonight? Feel like getting together?" You smiled, lovingly, reached over, grasped my "soldier" (little, again), and replied, "Oh Hell, yes! I have a lot of catching up to do. I want some more of that. But, we don't even know each others' names. I'm Yvonne" I pulled your face close, kissed you lightly on the lips, and said, "Hi, I'm Wally". Once again the bell over the front door jingled, as I walked out. No, really, I didn't walk out, I floated out. Totally satiated, drained of every drop of cum. Under normal circumstances, I probably wouldn't be able to get it up again til the next day. But I knew Yvonne was so very special that, tonight, my little soldier would be ready for duty (duty?) again. We had told each other, that never, never, before, had anything like that happened to us. I just couldn't get your image out of my mind. The image of your beautiful radiant face, and the images of that ripe body. Those images would stay with me for quite a while. I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out what a wonderful goddess, like you, saw in me. Here I was, over twenty years older, with a fuckin artificial lower leg... and, still you made me feel as I had never felt before. What we had in the flower shop was not a "quickie", and we didn't just fuck. No, we made love. And one fuckin' thing was very certain, as I got into my car, I was in-fuckin-love... Me, Wally, an ole phart in his late fifties, was in love. I drove around aimlessly for awhile. It was about one-fifteen, and you were to close the shop at six. We had agreed for me to come to your apartment around seven-thirty, and you were gonna fix a couple of steaks for us. I had told you that it wasn't necessary for you to feed my ass, but you said that you really wanted to You even asked what I liked to drink, but I said that enough was enough, and that if you could drink margaritas, I'd bring the fixins. It seemed as if the afternoon just would never turn into evening. But, of course, it eventually did. Flower Shop Lady There I was standing at your door, when you opened it. I had gone home to shower and change clothes, stopped at the liquor store to get a jug of tequila and some mixins, and cruised 'til time to "ring your bell".... God! I hoped I could "ring your bell" again. There was that smile again, as you repeated the words you had uttered when I walked in to your shop this morning, "May I help you?" I could just grin at that one, as my eyes took in your body again. You had bathed and changed into an extremely sexy see through pink gown, with just a pair of pink panties beneath. I was mesmerized, again, by your body. This was not a girl's body, but, truly, a mature WOMAN'S body. Your breasts were in perfect proportion with the rest of you, and though not perky, to the point of standing straight out, were magnificent with just enough droop to them to make me wanna rip the gown off you right then, to get to them... But, of course I resisted. Your caboose was something I had only dreamed about having. Complimented by generous hips and thighs, it flared outward, both in profile and rearward. It was one great curvaceous ass. Any doubts I may have had about my "little soldier" being ready for duty, were quickly dispelled, as I felt him stirring. Could I ever, ever, get enough of Yvonne's body?? We moved toward each other and embraced, not feverishly, but tentatively. As if we both wanted to know if the noon hour was real, and did the other still feel the same way. I kept my hands respectable, and resisted the urge to grope you. You stared into my eyes, as I lowered my face to yours. Our lips met, and we kissed,.tenderly. The smell of your freshly scrubbed body, and the fragrance of your hair, made me very light-headed. Our bodies came together slowly and melted as one. We knew we had all night, and each of us wanted to savor every moment we were together. Reluctantly, we parted, and you made your way to the kitchen and put on a cute white apron, that had the words on the front, "Gotta Kiss For The Cook?" I went back to the living room and retrieved the bags with the Tequila and margarita mix in them. You cracked some ice, and proceeded to fix a whole pitcher-full of margaritas. Then you started preparing our supper. Over the meal, we talked. We really hadn't taken a lot of time for talking, at lunch time. We talked about everything we could think of. I learned that you had had a couple of tumultuous marriages, and you were definitely not planning to walk the aisle again. I discovered, while chatting, that you were a very knowledgeable person, on a broad variety of subjects. Beauty and intelligence, in one package! Damn, was I lucking out, or what? You inquired about my leg, and how it happened, which is, normally, a subject that I prefer not to discuss. I explained that it happened the day before New Year's Eve, 1984, in Mississippi. It was one of those "unloaded" shotguns that had caused it. I had been cleaning my guns that afternoon and back then, I had two shotguns and four pistols, which I routinely cleaned. The twelve gauge was the last one and I had grown careless. I had forgotten that the chamber held a double-0, magnum, buckshot shell. A drop of oil in the trigger mechanism and another around the hammer, then holding it between my legs, I pulled the hammer back and slowly released it, pulled it back again and, this time, just released it. To show you how fast the human mind can work, between the time my thumb released it, and the time it hit the firing pin, I REMEMBERED THE SHELL!!! Too late! All I could do was watch and feel the explosion coming from the end of the barrel. I watched, as my left foot and ankle, and about four inches of my lower leg, all but disintegrated. I told you all the gory details of my waiting for an ambulance, the trip to the hospital, the operating room, and the long recovery. I had four artificial legs within two years, six in the eleven years since it happened. I told you how, unbeknownst to me, all of the artificial legs were about three quarters of an inch too long. And how that had royally screwed up some of my spinal and neck discs. I'm in pretty good shape right now, though I can't run any marathons, do any mountain-climbing, or bike riding. Most of the time I walk with hardly a trace of a limp. The back and hips ache at times, but, with anti-inflammatory medication I deal with it. Somehow, telling you about all this, was not nearly as uncomfortable, as telling others. With the telling of that little story over with, we cleared the table, and put the dishes and utensils in the dishwasher. I must say that you served a scrumptious meal. There was steak, mine rare with baked potato, mushrooms, and a tossed salad. It was all delicious, but I could have been just as content with Vienna sausages and crackers, as long as I was with you. Hand in hand, we went back to the living room, and were standing by the couch, soft, easy listening music coming from your stereo, when we turned to each other. We embraced, this time with more fervor, and this time, we let our hands roam at will, as we kissed. And this time, I let one of my hands begin caressing your fantastic butt, through the smooth see-through and panties. Our tongues intermingled, as we moved out hips and thighs against each other. You have, without a doubt, the sexiest butt I had ever seen, and my hands would never tire of caressing and fondling it. As my hands grab the cheeks and pull you, yet harder against me, you whisper in my ear, "You have far to many clothes on." I move back, a bit, and start to take off my shirt, but you say, "No. This time, it's in a bed, my Sweetie, MY bed." You take my hand and lead me down the hall, through an open door, and into a very opulent bedroom. We move to the side of the bed, where you unbutton my shirt and undo my belt. While I'm removing my shirt, you've gotten my pants down, so that I can step out of them, then you take my right shoe and sock off, the left one comes off with the leg. There I stand, in only my jockey shorts, with my swollen soldier making a helluva tent in them. I slide the pink chiffon gown from your shoulders, to fall to the floor to join my clothes. I sit on the edge of the bed, and as you step between my legs, you gaze, with widened eyes, at the bulge in my shorts. "My, my! Looks like he didn't get quite enough at lunch time." you say with a grin. I pull you forward so that I can bury my face between your breasts, and, naturally, my hands are on the soft cheeks of your heavenly ass. By moving my head, just a little, I'm able to capture one of your cherry-red nipples in my mouth, and begin to suck, much as a starving baby would. My constant rubbing and squeezing your ass through the silk panties, makes your breathing become more rapid. I didn't have the slightest idea how we were gonna manage tomorrow, but I have a hunch that neither of us are gonna get much sleep tonight. My mouth lets go of your breast, and I turned you around, so that your beautiful ass was only inches from me, then I bent you forward, just a little, and began to pay serious homage to it. Still, without pulling your panties off, I nuzzled my face against the cheeks, and licked. As I kissed and licked your panty-clad butt, I slipped one hand around to the front and lightly stroked your mound, your womanhood. You looked over your shoulder and murmured, "God! Wally, you don't know how long it had been, before today." I looked you I the eye, and said, "I hope you'll let me make sure that you'll never have to go that long, again!" With that, I slowly pulled your panties off, and began to lick the back of each thigh, while returning the fingers of one hand to your moistened pussy lips. Damn! It was like a furnace... as I know my cock must have been. When I had completely licked the back of each thigh, all the way up to the curve of your ass, I started on the insides, licking and kissing upward. When the insides of both thighs had been thoroughly coated with my saliva, I moved my tongue up the separation between your cheeks, gradually moving deeper and deeper. While my tongue was busy behind you, my fingers were toying with your clit, which they had recently found. I teased it by rubbing it, and flicking it, and making circling motions around it. Your whole body was trembling, as you said, "God! I've just got to lie down... I can't stand up any longer!". I released your body, and you collapsed upon the bed, as did I, after removing my prosthesis. It was very embarrassing to have you see me without it on. I'm VERY self-conscious about it. But, not to worry, 'cause if you were concerned about it, you surely didn't show it. Once on the bed, I immediately had you get on your knees with your bountiful butt up in the air, and started, once again, paying the homage to it that it so richly deserved. I simply could not get enough of hugging it, of squeezing it, of, kissing it, of licking it, and of just lightly caressing it. I completely bathed your entire ass with the saliva from my tongue, then concentrated on the cleavage and what was between those cheeks. My tongue moved with tantalizing slowness, as I spread your mounds of flesh, and licked up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, the full length. I teased your rosebud for a moment, then eased my tongue inside, feeling the tightness and experiencing the sensation of your sphincter muscles squeezing my probing tongue. While doing this, I reached a hand around you and cupped one of you soft breasts, and toyed with the nipple, pinching it, pulling it, and lightly twisting it. The moans from your throat became louder, as you bucked your ass from side to side, and pushed into harder into my face. I tongue-fucked your ass for several minutes. Then, putting my fingers to your wet pussy, I began to rub your clit. Your bucking and trembling became more violent, until I felt the spasms cumming from deep within your body, and heard you almost scream, "OH, SWEETIE... OH SWEETIE... OH, I'M CUMMING!!. I'M CUUUMMMING! I'M CUMMING! MMMMMIIIIINNGGG!!!!!!!!!! OH!! YES!!. OHYES!! OHYES, OHYESSSS! OHHHHHHHHHH, YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!" With all my strength, I held on, and stayed with your bouncing ass, feeling your flood of juices drench my fingers. Your bucking motions gradually subsided, and I pulled my head and hands away and move to my knees behind you. My cock was doing some bucking of it's own, as I guided it to the wet lips of your pussy. Pushing just the head of it between the lips, I took one of your glorious ass cheeks in each hand. I eased it in, a centimeter at a time, though I wanted to just plunge it in all the way, right away. I wanted you to have the ultimate in pleasure tonight. My own satisfaction, at this point, was secondary to yours. When, at last, I had eased my cock all the way into your deliciously wet and hot pussy, I paused and savored the feel of it, and the slow grinding motion that your ass was making. My stomach was as tight against the cheeks of your heavenly butt, as it could possibly be, as I leaned forward, put my arms around you and grasped a hanging breast in each hand. My God, I had not been mistaken during hour lunch-hour interlude. You were, without a shadow of a doubt, the most fabulous woman I had ever been with in my life, or ever even dreamed about being with. I started my "soldier" on a very slow pistoning mission, withdrawing, 'til just his head was touching your clit, then easing all the way back into your heavenly palace, then withdrawing again, this time just rubbing the bulb of my hot manhood against your clit, for a few seconds. Your hips were moving faster, in an effort to imprison me in your pussy, but I continued the agonizingly slow in and out movement. "OH, PLEASE, BABY, PLEASE DON'T TEASE ME ANYMORE", you screamed, "GIVE IT ALL TO ME.... PLEASE FUCK ME, AND FUCK ME HARD!!!!!" Those "magic words", were all I needed. I released my hold on your breasts, once again, took a luscious ass cheek in each hand, and began to thrust into you. DAMN! What a feeling it was to gaze upon your wonderful ass, while holding it, and ramming my cock into your pussy, with increasing urgency. Harder and harder, faster and faster, harder and harder, faster and faster, I slammed into your gyrating nest. So furiously were we thrashing, that the bed was shaking, and I thought the whole thing may give way, at the most inopportune moment. I felt your spasms... mild at first, but, soon giving way to more violent ones. I felt the muscles of your pussy grasping my cock, as I felt your uncontrollable shudders. You screamed as your orgasm overtook you. Then another, and another. I felt the increased wetness and felt my own semen burst the damn and cum streaming out and deep into your pussy. Gush, after gush came forth, and all I could do was lean my head back and and grunt. Just as we cumming simultaneously, you looked over your shoulder and with a husky voice, said, "OHHHHHHH, BABY! I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!" I only had the strength to whisper to you, as I looked into your eyes, "And I love you too, my Darling. You're so wonderful!" We both collapsed, turned to face each other, and kissed. A long and passionate kiss. We dozed, with bodies entwined, for over an hour. I awoke to the sound of you coming out of the bathroom, with a warm wet wash rag in your hand. "No.", I said, "I have a little business to take care of in there, myself." After relieving myself, I noticed you behind me, still with the rag in your hand. "We gotta clean him up, 'cause I'm not through with him, yet.", you said, with an impish grin. "Oh God! I'd love to, but, I'm afraid he's dead for the rest of the night." I murmured in your ear. You nuzzled my cheek, while washing my solder, and said, "Wanna bet?" You backed away, opened the door to the shower stall and stepped in. Turning on and adjusting the water, you looked around at me, and said, "Come on in, the water's fine." Looking at your exquisite wet body, as you began to soap your tits, I stepped right in, and said, "Here, let me do the honors. A beautiful woman, like you, shouldn't have to do that, yourself." I took the soap from your hand started the extremely pleasurable task of lathering your delectable breasts. There's always something about a wet naked body, that is sensuous, but a naked, wet, soapy, body is truly something amazing to behold, and to touch. When your tits were thoroughly lathered, you took the soap from my hand, and began lathering my chest, moving to my shoulders, and arms. We took our time, each enjoying the sensuousness of soaping and caressing each other, while gazing into each others' eyes. I put my soapy hands behind, as you put yours behind me, and we lovingly moved our hands over our backs. Our bodies were pressed so close together, that my little, shriveled up, soldier, was rubbing against your soapy-wet stomach. He began to stir, ever so slightly at first, then he began to rise, between us, 'til finally, once again he was standing up to his full height. When you felt his hardness against you, you lowered your hands to the cheeks of my butt, and pulled me even closer. My hands, likewise fell to the glorious mounds of your ass, and soaped, and soaped, and soaped. Moving a slick hand into the crevice, where I continued to caress. You got the bar of soap, renewed the lather in your hands, then took one of your hands, and slid it between our bodies, to lather my cock. The feeling was one mesmerizing pleasure. A man remembers his childhood, when he would sit in the bathtub with a bar of soap, and watch in amazement, the reaction that soaping his dick created. You stroked his full length, with tantalizing slowness, while looking at me with that impish grin, again, and said, "See, I knew I wasn't through with him yet." Our mouths came together in a long deep passionate kiss, while our hands kept working their magic on our soapy bodies. By this time, my cock was not only erect, but, once again throbbing, as you took him and rubbed him against your lush bush. You parted your legs, slightly, to enable you to barely insert him between the lips of your pussy, rubbing him against your clit. My hands tightly gripped your ass, as my hips began to undulate with our mouths still locked together. "Lift me a little.", you moaned, as you put your hands on my shoulders. I cupped your butt cheeks and lifted. My cock instinctively knew what to do and as you wrapped your legs around my hips, he plunged all the way into your splendid pussy. Our hips began to buck violently, as I had you pinned against the wall. As if I hadn't had any pussy in a month, I furiously pounded my raging cock back and forth into your love nest. Just as my legs began to cramp, from bearing the additional weight, you stopped your thrusting, released the hold of your legs from my hips, and pushed me away, just enough for my cock to withdraw... "SHIT!!! WHY DID YOU DO THAT", I asked. You stood under the water, washing the soap from your body, and said, "Hurry up and rinse off. I want to get you back in bed, and sit on him." Then you looked me straight in the eye and said, "Honey, I've never been fucked in my ass. I've always been afraid it would hurt to much and I've never really had a desire for it. Wally, now that I've found you, I feel that desire. If you'll be gentle and patient with me, I want you to fuck my ass. Do you want to?" Oh hell, what a question. I smiled and held her tightly and whispered in her ear, "Yvonne, I would love to and I promise we'll take it very slowly and with lots of lubrication. When done right, it can be an extremely beautiful and erotic experience. Yes, my darling, I'd truly love to fuck you in your ass." You giggled, "Good, then let's get that show on the road, cause you have your hand on my hungry ass and it's not going to be denied any longer. Hey, Wally, I've never even said it before tonight, but I love to hear those words. So, let's go back to bed so you can fuck my ass, okay?" We made it to the bed, albeit in a state of dampness, where you did indeed have your ride. And you got your ass fucked. It was the most magnificent sexual experience I had ever had in my life. Much later, we collapsed exhausted, but satiated. When I awoke, I found myself alone in your bed. I listened for some tell tale sound, which would let me know just where you were in the apartment. I heard nothing. I slowly dragged my ass from the bed, slipped on my leg and pants, and went to the bathroom. From there, I went into the kitchen and the living room. Still no you. I padded back into the bedroom, where I saw the note on your pillow which I hadn't noticed it when I woke up. In it you said, "My dearest darling, Wally... Some people have to work, and I'm one of them. The coffee's made, and you can fix some breakfast for yourself. Take it easy today, and make sure my "soldier" gets lots of rest.. he's gonna need it. We've both done without for too long... and I intend for us to make up for it. If you like, it can be your turn to fix supper for me, tonight. Whatever you want to cook or send out for, will be fine with me. I'll be home around six-thirty, Sweetie. We're gonna do lots and lots of talking, and lots and lots of romantic stuff. I hope you'll be here, waiting.. I don't want to be hurt anymore, ever ............. I Love You.... Me." I stood there reading the note over and over.. I had a big smile on my face, and felt like floating. Finally, though I was all alone in the house, I clenched both fists, lifted my head, and shouted, "YESSSS!!!!" At the moment, I didn't feel like I was in my late fifties, I felt more like nineteen, and in love for the first time. I had waited a lifetime for someone like you, and had just about given up all hope of finding that someone. And now, and now, in the space of less than twenty-four hours... I'd seen you, met you, made love to you, and with you, eaten with you (not to mention eating you), and slept with you. And, all the chemistry was there. You'd told me last night, that the twenty-plus years difference in our ages, met absolutely nothing to you. You said that age wasn't anything but a fucking number. For the first time in decades, someone had made me feel like a man with something to live for. For the life of me, I could not figure out what you saw in an ole phart like me, but, shit, I wasn't about to complain. At that very moment, which was around eight-thirty, you were at work, fixing bouquets, arrangements, and stuff. But, the most beautiful flower in the whole shop, was you. Flower Shop Lady I went back to the kitchen, and realized just how ravenous I was. I fixed myself breakfast, alright, and hungrily stuffed it down, but I didn't taste a thing. I just couldn't keep my mind off you. I had seen the sadness in your eyes, put there by guys who had used you and abused you over the years. Guys who were only concerned with their own ejaculations, and not your fulfillment, satisfaction, and contentment. Guys who expected you to do everything for them, but they didn't want to do shit for you. In your eyes, I saw the guys who hit you, I saw the guys who had thrown you across the room. I saw the guys who used your heavenly womanhood, as a fucking dumping ground for them to unload in. I saw the shell that had been built around you, because of those guys. I knew right then and there, that somebody had a lot of work to do, to try to heal those years of abuse. Somebody had to be everything to you, and for you. Yes, my sweetheart, with all those flowers in your shop, you are the most beautiful blossom of all. But, I also came to the agonizing conclusion, that I couldn't be that someone. Age is like miles, and there were far too many miles between us, over twenty years of miles. That's a lot of miles, too many miles. In just a very few years... I would be an old man, and you'd still be a relatively young and vibrant woman. No my darling... it would not be fair to you. I found a pad and scribbled a note to Yvonne, telling her this. But, also telling her that there were lots of nice guys out there, closer to her own age, who would be good to her, and for her. I told her that I'd never forget her, or the time we had together. Then, with moisture rapidly clouding my vision, I made a hasty departure, before I could change my mind. It was best. Damn sure not best for me, but, it was for Yvonne. I cried like a baby as I walked out, climbed into my car and started driving. Believe it or not, but I drove all day and all night before even realizing how far I'd gone. The sun was just coming up when I had stopped at a truck stop somewhere in Texas. After gassing up, I went inside to get a cup of coffee. I looked at my watch and thought that Yvonne would just now be getting ready for work. I sipped on my coffee then went to the rest room. After finishing taking a leak and washing my face, I came out and saw it right in front of me. A pay phone. I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at it. Should I? What would I say? What would she say? Should I? YESSSSS!!! I reached into my pocket and grabbed some change. We needed each other. We were good for each other. Fuck the goddamn age shit. We'd deal with it. If it didn't matter to her, why in the fuck should it matter to me? I loved Yvonne, and she loved me. That was all that mattered in the world! I dialed the number, dropped the coins into the slot and heard her phone ringing. She must've been very close to it, because she picked it up on the first ring. "Wally, please tell me this is you." "Yes, Yvonne, it's me." "Where the hell are you?" "Well, it took me about twenty-two hours to get here, wherever the hell here is. But, if you still want me, I can be back in a lot less time." "Wally, listen to me and listen carefully." "Okay" "I don't usually talk like this but I want you to completely understand what I'm going to say." "Okay" "GET THE FUCK BACK HERE, AS SOON AS YOU CAN!! I love you, Wally, and I don't ever want you to leave me, do you hear me? Promise me that you will never leave me!" "I love you, Yvonne. And my ass is on the way!!" "Excuse me? I didn't hear that promise." "I promise! I promise I'll never ever leave you, Yvonne." "Good, because by the time you get here your soldier, no, make that, MY soldier, will have had enough rest to take care of all three places my body needs him in. Now, get the fuck back here!" Flower Shop "Yes Sir! I want to taste your big thick cock Sir! Yes Sir! Please Sir!" With that, he stepped back, and slowly lowered his underwear, and slowly revealed his now hard ten inch cock! He was twice my size and twice as thick! I was in awe at the size and power of his manhood! I mouth was watering in anticipation of finally getting to taste my Masters enormous cock! Just then, the massage had become too much for me, and I came! Spraying my load down onto the floor, but the clerk didn't stop. Instead I could hear him removing his pants, and before long I felt the head of his dick pushing at my tight hole, slowly rubbing up against me. I didn't care. He could do whatever he wanted to me as along as Daddy's cock was in play! Almost simultaneously both the clerk and Alex pushed their cocks inside me. My moan muffled by the giant cock head in my mouth. It wasn't long before my body was accomodating both men comfortably. With the clerk pumping away tirelessly on my ass, Alex slowly worked his cock into my hungry mouth. He'd occasionally pull out and press his balls to my lips so that I could massage them with my tongue before once again pushing his cock back into my mouth. "You're a good little cocksucker aren't you? You like that don't you? Making Daddy happy... does my little cocksucker like making Daddy happy?" I couldn't answer, I could only moan as he slid his cock in and out of my mouth. Fifteen minutes or so later, the clerk was jabbing his dick as deep inside me as he could as he shot his load. As he was making his last few pumps, I came again! Squeezing my butt tight, milking every last drop out of him. Seeing this drove Alex to the edge. "My bitch boy likes that doesn't he? Making men cum... you wanna make Daddy cum boy? Yeah... yeah you do... you want to taste Daddy's cum, don't you?" He then pulled out slightly, grabbed his thick cock shaft, and pumped shot after shot into my mouth, and onto my face. I was covered with his juices! After swallowing my mouthful, he slowly pushed his cock back into my mouth, and had me lick the last drop from him. A few moments, the two men pulled their pants back up, and I was released from the table straps. I crumbled to the ground, as standing on my quivering legs was more difficult than I thought it'd be. I made my way to my feet, and was allowed to use the sink to wash up. As we left the building, Alex slapped my ass and said "See you tomorrow, bright and early boy!" I walked uncomfortably down the street, knowing what had just happened and knowing that it wouldn't be the last time!