8 comments/ 73339 views/ 2 favorites Paper Girl By: magmaman The first time I saw Becky, I was checking my mailbox to see if my Social Security check had arrived. I was wanting to see how much it was, I had taken early retirement at age 62 and now at 65 I had to do the Medicare crap. I had been buried for months with ads from every company in the world, a confusing mess of sign up between such and such date or pay more, don't miss the "window", good grief. It took me quite a long time to realize that nearly all of them were exactly the same, the only difference was the price. Of course some of it came out of my monthly check, and not trusting the government at all I was wanting to see my check to see how badly they had fucked up the works. I must have gotten at least 50 different letters and booklets encouraging me to use direct deposit, like sure I would do that. Sure as hell some fucker in Nigeria would end up with my check, fuck that. Send me the money, put it in my hand, that's the right way to do it. The envelope arrived, I was just opening it when my newspaper sailed by my head. It would have taken my hat off my head if I had a hat on. "Oh! I am sorry, I didn't see you until it was too late!" She said, sliding her bike to a stop right in front of me. I looked at her and blinked, she had red hair tied back in a ponytail, a tight pair of shorts on and a halter top. The top was low enough that quite an expanse of freckled covered breasts were showing, even leaned forward her stomach was flat as a board, and if the shorts were any tighter she would have split them. "You missed me, it's OK. Where is Tim?" I asked. "Tim went to college, I have the route now." She flashed a big smile and hopped up on the bike, heading off down the street, pitching newspapers as she went. "I'm Becky!" She yelled over her shoulder, too late for me to answer. I watched her behind work as she moved out of sight, then I realized I had a rare hardon, that was quite a vision. I turned to go back inside, not wanting old lady Johnson that lived next door to come out and see me with a bump in my jeans from staring at some young stuff. Old lady Johnson seemed to make it a habit of meeting me at my mailbox, too. I don't know why I called her that, her name was Harriet and she was 6 years younger than me. Maybe the white hair, I guess. She was actually a bit of a pain in the ass, she seemed to delight in timing it so she caught me at the mailbox, then we had to talk about the weather and the trees and this and that. I would try to turn away, she would cut me off and ask some more questions, no end to it. Plus she always had that monstrous housecoat on. I glanced up at her house, saw the curtains close, I knew she was watching. Great, now she probably thought I was an old pervert, standing there staring at that sweet young ass peddling away. I sighed, went back inside. I just couldn't handle Harriet. About the only time I ever saw her wearing anything but that damned ugly housecoat was when she would lay out in the back yard in her bathing suit sunning on hot days. She had a one piece suit that from the looks of things she had to pour her oversize body into. Harriet had a big pair of knockers the top of her suit mashed, and her legs were pretty big, too. I didn't pay much attention to her, besides, to see into her yard I had to stand on tiptoe at my upstairs window and after about 15 minutes of that my legs would hurt. I got a three legged stool and that helped but I had to be careful, I didn't want to fall off of it and break a hip or something. So seeing a vision like that Becky coming down the street just made my day. My check was just fine, I went into the bathroom and sat there yanking on my six incher, thinking of the way those ass muscles moved and the neat look of that huge expanse of freckled titties I had just seen. It's hell to be old and still virile, when the wife of 40 years is long gone and there just is no other outlet. I sat back in my chair, clicked on a court TV show and caught a nice nap. The next morning I was peeking out my window, hoping to get another look. Right on time, here she came, I headed out to my mailbox just as she slid to a stop. "Hi, sir!" she smiled great big at me like she was tickled to see me. "You can call me Dan." I gave her my best smile. I had just showered and brushed my teeth, my hair was combed nicely, what there was of it. I knew the goop I had put on my hair hid any sign of gray. "Hi, Becky! You look nice today!" I told her. If anything she had even more skin showing today than she had the day before. "Thank you." She smiled, batting her eyes. Then it changed to a grin when she saw that there was no way in hell I could keep my eyes off her cleavage. Her cleavage was really helped a lot by the way she leaned forward with her hands on the handlebars. "Well, back to work." She took off, standing up on the pegs, giving me a clear shot of her crotch as she moved away. I made my poor pecker a little bit sore that time as soon as I got inside. I had also seen the curtains over at old lady Johnson's house move closed again as I glanced up. I was back out there the next day, this was getting to be the high point of my daily life. I was looking down the street to see if Becky was coming when old lady Johnson walked up behind me. She had on that horrid housecoat, too. "Good morning, Dan. Looking for something?" Hell, I had been standing out there for a solid 15 minutes, plus I had a partial woody going in anticipation. "Hello, Harriet." I said, just as Becky turned the corner. She was spectacular this morning, the top she had on was yellow and thin, I could see the bumps her nipples made in the cloth, plus instead of shorts she had on a matching yellow bikini bottom. I was wishing that Mrs. Johnson would go the fuck away. Becky slammed to a stop, handed me my paper, then reached down to get another one for Harriet out of the bag she had strapped in front. I swear, if the cloth had moved another half inch her tittie would have popped right out of the thin top. I could see the darker area of her nipples right through the cloth, Becky looked me right in the eyes and held that pose for way longer than she needed to. "Thanks!" I said as she finally took off down the street. "What a shameless hussy!" Harriet sniffed. "Oh, she is just young, I think she looks kinda nice." I said. Harriet went back inside, not another word, that was different. I knew she was a widow, she had lived over there for almost a five years and we had visited nearly every morning for quite awhile. Then came payday, I waited knowing Becky would come to the door to collect. She knocked right on time, handed me my paper and the bill. A sweet smile crossed her lips when she saw the open shirt I was wearing, the curly hairs on my chest were nice and dark, no sign of gray at all. That goop works pretty good there, too. "Come on in, I will get my checkbook." I told her. She came in, looking around. I had ordered some of that pheromone stuff off the internet, it was supposed to make "June want to screw like a rabbit". I smelled the stuff and to tell the truth I wasn't real sure about that, but what the hell. It was supposed to work, I read the ads carefully. I had a vision in my mind of a bunch of black guys standing around pissing in the bottles while other people added cheap perfume to the stuff, but I shook that off. I had a dab under each arm and even wiped a drop up the crack of my behind. "Hey, I really like your cologne." Becky said, stepping up behind me and leaning over to watch me write the check. Her left breast barely touched the back of my shirt, I was thinking I was going to have to pour water on it to put the fire out. I stood up and turned, Becky was standing close to me, real close. I handed her the check, she stood there and smiled at me. That smile was wicked, too. Then she turned to leave. "Thank you...Dan." Lord, it was like she just breathed out the words. She waved and was off. I reached down into my pants to move things to a comfortable position, headed for the bathroom. Just then my phone rang. "Dan, can you come over and give me a hand?" Harriet asked. "Uhh..what do you need?" I asked her, wanting to go whack off instead. "I have a water leak, I can't get it to stop." "Oh. Well, OK. I will be right over." I walked across the street, I was surprised to see Harriet in a skirt and blouse, and a couple of buttons were undone. She was showing a pretty good expanse of boobs, too. I blinked, she didn't look nearly as big in that outfit as she did in the huge housecoat. She showed me to the sink, I looked and one fitting was finger tight, water dripping into a pan. I got a wrench and snugged it up. Harriet moved in real close, holding a flashlight for me. I glanced up and realized I could see right up Harriet's skirt, it was kinda dark up there but I didn't see any undies. I dropped the wrench so I could move over a little bit for a better look, she didn't budge. Yep I could make out some curls, still too dark though. As I was finishing up Harriet leaned way down and asked me how it was going. "Fine, getting it." I glanced up and her whole left breast was now hanging there in space, her big fat nipple was at least two inches across and black as coal. I took my sweet time finishing up, she just stayed like that. I slid out from under the sink, stood up. Her blouse slid back onto place, barely. "Did everything....look....OK?" She smiled at me, one eyebrow went up. I realized she had makeup on, her hair was nicely brushed out, and there sure as hell was no bra on under that blouse. She smelled good, too. I hadn't been able to tell for 100% sure, but I would have bet there were no panties, either. "Here, let me give you a big hug for helping me." She stepped up to me and mashed her big titties against my chest. Then her face turned up towards mine, she waited. I recognized that motion, it had been years since any woman had done that to me but she actually acted like she expected a ...kiss? What the hell, I leaned down and gave her a kiss. One of her hands went around the back of my neck, She just reached down and unzipped my pants with the other. By golly, I recognized that motion, too. Things were pretty obvious from that point on, we ended up on her big soft bed. I undid the buttons on her blouse and opened it, her huge boobs lay over to each side. I played with them and kissed them, they wallowed around under my hands. I decided maybe I liked Harriet after all. Then I undid the skirt and slid it off. She was naked under the skirt, her big hairy bush was already damp. By now she had one hand wrapped around my naked cock and was squeezing it. She kept squeezing and releasing, I was getting pretty solid, proud of myself. I climbed up on top of her, she had a round belly and a big ass, but she could spread her legs as far as any teenager could, and boy did she have them spread! I looked down, her lips were big and multicolored, her clit was as big as the tip of my thumb and poking right out of it's hood. It had been so long since I saw a real pussy of any kind that I was fascinated, it looked nice. I spent a few minutes playing with it, rolling those big hairy lips back and forth. I stuck my finger in there a few times, too. She let out a little grunt each time I did that. I leaned down and sucked on that big horn of hers for a few minutes, then I slid up on top of Harriet and fucked her with no mercy. Her big hips banged right back at me, she was letting out one squeal after another. She was pretty wet for an old lady, I had no trouble getting in there at all. Both of us were sweating like a couple of rutting hogs in short order. Hell, I lay back and rested for about 20 minutes and she started sucking on me and damned if the thing didn't come right back up and go right back into her big slick and hairy pussy. It was four hours before I got back to my house and my newspaper. For months I had been ignoring Harriet, trying to stay away from her, not really realizing. As we lay there basking in just having some darn fine sex, I asked her why she always wore that huge housecoat to meet me at the mailbox. I was flicking her nipple with my fingers when I asked her, too. "I didn't want the neighbors to see, because I was naked underneath it." She giggled. I broke out laughing, that was funny as hell. She was naked but all covered up so nobody would know. "Why didn't you just say something?" "I was...just too bashful, I was waiting for you to do or say something. Then I saw you looking at that...at Becky, so I decided to just get you over here and see what happened. I was going to get you in bed if I had to hold you down to do it!" "Well, I am glad you did." I grinned at her. "You sure are a nice roll in the hay!" She giggled, sucking on my poor half soft pecker. She used her lips to roll my foreskin back, then wrapped her lips around the bare head of my dick and clamped down. Damn! I almost had enough left to get it up again. Almost. I did manage a couple of weak spurts, though, and she just sucked it down. I was humming to myself while I read my paper back at my house. The next morning I was back out there when Becky came around the corner. She looked as fine as she always did, giving me that bright smile. "I sure am glad you are delivering my paper." I told her. She had started to go, but came to a stop, looking at me with a grin. "Why?" She asked. "I just like to look at you." I told her. I was brimming with confidence now. "I can see that." She looked down at my swiftly stiffening crotch. "Not bad at all." She actually winked at me. "I just love older guys!" She said over her shoulder as she peddled away. Hot damn! Now I had a boner again, damn. I wandered across the street, the door opened before I could even knock. Harriet was completely naked, she reached out and tugged me inside, shoved the door shut. She had my pants down to my knees in a flash, shoving her snatch down over me in one smooth motion. I was wondering what got her going, hell, I knew what had me going. She was wet and hot, she wanted me inside of her and made no bones about it, she just shoved me back and screwed the dickens out of me. It's a wonder I didn't have to go take a pill. We lay there on the floor, having just crabwalked all over her living room, so I asked her what set her off like that. "I can see you like that girl. If she ever gets you cornered you won't care about me any more." "She is fun to look at but she is way too young for me." "I saw the way she looks at you, if you asked her she would be on you in a flash. You are kinda cute." She grinned up at me, then lightly bit my nipple. "You think do?" My ears perked right up. Harriet got up on her knees and planted her hairy snatch right in my face. She looked down at me with a grin, her big titties hanging down, swinging back and forth. I reached up and grabbed ahold of them. "Why do I have this feeling I won't have anything left for her even if she is willing?" I snickered, sucking her button into my mouth. I started humming and she started giggling. "You can count on it." Harriet told me, working her hips back and forth. What the hell. This works just fine for me. But in the back of my mind I could see Becky's freckled titties and snug little ass in those tight shorts. The ass I had on top of me was far from snug but it sure was fun. I had one of those feelings that things just might get interesting real soon. Paper Girl Ch. 02 Old lady Johnson from across the street seemed to manage to be there at every single turn. I was careful to not call her that, I called her Harriet instead and besides, she was younger than me. At 65, I had given up on the idea of sex but there wasn't a single damn thing wrong with my eyes, and when that Becky took over the paper route I went directly into "Hot Damn!" mode. After a few weeks it was obvious as hell that she delighted in teasing me, her shorts got tighter, the tops smaller, and my weenie got sore a couple of times from yanking on it thinking about her. Then Harriet went from being a genuine pain in the ass, going out of her way to corner me at my mailbox, to...what the hell was that? She managed to get me over there to her house on the pretense of a water leak, she positioned herself to make sure I got some good peeks at her. Let's face it, even an old fart like me can get the picture, I looked up from laying flat on my back under her sink to see her bending over with one naked titty hanging down almost in my face. I cleverly realized she was interested, next thing I know she had my dick in her hands and there was nothing coy left at all. The truth is, she was one damn good screw, and it had been years since I got any woman at all down on her back. From then on my entire life was go to my mailbox, check out Becky coming down the street, then walk across the street to be greeted by Harriet, usually naked as a jaybird and ready to go. The other surprise was that I managed to be up for the job, mostly. Even at age 65 I had never really needed to revert to pills to get things going, besides my doctor would have shit a brick since I took that time release Nitro every day. The times I couldn't quite get things all the way up didn't matter, Harriet got down and sucked whatever there was out of me anyway. She knew damn good and well I wanted to hose Becky, and she was doing everything she could think of to keep it all for herself. Hell, I knew that for a fact, she told me so. I swear, she probably would have done me in and nothing would have ever happened but one day I knocked on her door and she was all sweaty and sick looking. I had gotten my Flu shots but it seems Harriet hadn't, she was down for the count. I drove her down to the Doc, he checked her out and told her to go home and stay warm and drink fluids, the usual shit. So I got a half dozen days of peace. The only bad part was it was now into October and the weather had cooled off, so there was no more skimpy halter tops or tiny little bikini bottoms and shorts. Instead, Becky wore this one piece bunny suit, it was almost like a coverall. It was snug enough that she still looked just fine to me. Two mornings in a row I met her, two mornings in a row she stopped and flirted with me. The 3rd morning I decided to make my move, the worst that might happen is I would get shot down. I know, I know. A 65 years of age old fart like me having teenage fantasies about a maybe in her 20's gal like that? Fat chance. But she always flirted and always teased and had even told me pointedly that she really liked older men. She came around the corner right on time, she had on that bright blue outfit, too. She slid to a stop, her eyes bright, reached down and handed me my newspaper. It was about 40 degrees out, just as she started to get up on the pegs I asked her if she would like some hot chocolate. Becky stopped and smiled at me. "I have to deliver the rest of my route first, is that OK?" Hot damn! It sure was, I watched her peddle off down the street, then I went inside to wait. It was about 45 minutes later, I heard her knock on my door. I knew she was coming, I had been peeking out through the gap in my curtains. I held the door to let her in, she glanced around, taking in everything. "You sure keep a nice house." She said. "Oh, nothing much else to do." I lied. I brought her a cup, I had melted marshmellows on the top of it. She took a sip, set it down. "Want a dab of rum in that?" I suggested. "Sure, that would be nice, it's crisp outside. But it's warm in here, do you mind if I take off my jumpsuit?" "Got right ahead, make yourself comfortable." I reached for my bottle of rum and poured a finger into her cup. I watched as she slid the zipper down, it started at her neck and went all the way to her crotch. I swear to God she was taking her time doing that, it was almost in slow motion. I had had some fantasies of her doing exactly that, in the vision in my mind she would be naked underneath and she would seductively show herself off and I would..... She shrugged the blue jumpsuit off her shoulders, underneath she had on a simple white T-shirt and blue jeans. She lay the suit on my couch and reached for the drink. She took a sip, looked at me and smiled. "I like the way you look at me." She smiled, tipping her head. That snapped me back to the here and now. "You are so beautiful, I can't help myself." "That's OK, I like it when men notice me, and I really do like good looking mature men." She reached up and flipped her long red hair back. Then she changed the subject, we sat and talked. She told me she was saving up money to pay for her classes, she wanted to become a massage therapist. "Really? Where did you get that idea?" "I saw some ads on TV, I can get a license in just 6 months and go into business. I hear we can get paid as much as $60.00 an hour, it just seems to be a way to earn a good living and have free time when I want it." "That is interesting, how long have you been in school?" I asked her. "I just have a Month to go, then I have to do the exams, after that I just need to find a place to work. My apartment is a studio so I guess I will have to rent a place." A light bulb went off in my head. "Hey, I have two spare bedrooms, and the one in the back has an outside door and a bathroom and shower, would something like that work?" "Maybe, can I see it?" I showed her the big spare room, there was a bed in there but that could be moved. The room was 12 feet by 12 feet, perfect, and the bath and shower opened off to the side. The other door opened into my back yard, there was a nice outside path through a gate. "Oh, this would be perfect!" She actually clapped her hands and bounced up and down, causing a delightful bounce in her T-shirt. Then she asked me how much I wanted in rent. "How about we trade, I could use a nice weekly massage, and that way.....?" "Oh, sure! I can do that! This will be perfect!" She grabbed me and hugged me, then kissed my cheek. "It might be fun, too." She grinned at me. Hot damn! Becky finished up her drink and pulled her jump suit back on, she gave me another hug, then she was on her bike and off down the street. I had written down my phone number, this had all of the signs of being fun, all right. I was on my 2nd hot chocolate and rum when my phone rang. It was Harriet. "What's going on?" She asked. "Nothing, why?" "I saw that girl come by, I was just curious." "I am just going to rent her a room." "What? You mean she is moving in with you?" "No. Nothing like that, it is just business. I am charging her $240 a month." I lied. "For what? What does she need a room for?" "Nosey old bat", I thought. "Becky is a health professional, she needs an inexpensive office to get started." I told her. "I will just bet!" Harriet sniffed, and hung up. I decided maybe I didn't like Harriet very much after all. What the hell as it with women, anyway? They get their hands on a man's dick just a couple of times and next thing we know they are acting like it belongs to them. I poured myself another drink, sat down and pouted for awhile. By weekend, Harriet was feeling fine, she called a few times and tried to get me to come over there but I was having none of that. The last time she called her voice had an unhappy tone in it. I almost felt guilty. For the next few weeks I stayed away from Harriet, and she didn't come out to my mailbox either. I thought that was a bit odd, I had actually gotten used to seeing her almost every morning. Becky came by right on schedule, she always stopped and chatted, except now she always gave me a little hug before she rode off. Several times I caught the quick motion of Harriet's curtains as I turned towards my house. Becky passed her exams easily, then one day she showed up with a van, a large man about her age got out and they moved a big table and some furniture, even a computer and a credit card machine into my back room. I felt a pang of jealousy as Becky gave him a big hug, he climbed into the van and left. Becky was back there doing something for several hours, then I heard the shower running. About 15 minutes after it shut off she knocked on the side door, I told her to come on in. She had on a pair of tight shorts and a halter top, I gave her a big smile. "Ready?" She asked me. "Ready for what? Oh, a massage?" "Yes, you get to be my very first client now that I am licensed." I went in, she had her table set up at an angle, a computer kiosk sat against the wall. There were charts hanging from the walls and her license was framed and hanging there, too. "So what do I do?" I asked her. "Take off your clothes and get on my table, here, use this sheet for a drape." She smiled and went into the bathroom. Hot damn! I stripped and slid up on the table, pulling the thin sheet over top of me. "Ready?" She called out. "Yep!" Becky came out and oiled up her hands and went to work, starting on my back. I have to admit I liked that, it felt really good. I am not sure when she got to my legs, I was fast asleep. I woke up feeling her warm hands rubbing my fanny, that felt nice, too. She spent an hour working every muscle in my body, I had expected to get an erection but I didn't and she never even got close to it. The best part of the whole thing was when she stood at the head of the table making long strokes down my back. The crotch of her shorts was inches from my face, the cloth was pulled right up inside, outlining her perfectly. I still didn't get an erection. After it was over, I felt great, though. It was a full week later before she got her first paying customer, he came to the front door first. I pointed the way down my walkway, he went on back. He was a middle aged man, wearing a suit and tie. I saw him leave later, he got in a fancy BMW and left. At first I let her use my phone but it didn't take very long and she put a line in, that way I didn't have to deal with the calls. Besides, more than half of them just hung up when they heard my voice. My fantasy of getting Becky down on her back went right by the wayside, it was obvious she was serious about running a business. Once and sometimes even twice a week she would come and get me, give me one of those wonderful sessions. Sometimes she wore outfits that were fun to look at, she knew it too. But for some reason I just cannot explain, I never got an erection when she was working on me. Her client list grew and became a steady string, both men and women. Spring rolled into Summer, once again it was warm outside. The big change and one I missed was seeing Becky come down the street on that bike, I was actually seeing her less with her in my back room than I had before. It didn't help that some snot nosed guy took over the paper route and somehow he managed to either throw it into my bushes or up on top of my carport. Plus Harriet had quit calling, I think maybe I had hurt her feelings. One afternoon I was in the middle of a session with Becky, she was rubbing my fanny. Her fingers drifted a bit farther down than normal and bumped my balls. When it happened the 2nd time, and then the 3rd, I realized she had to know. But she didn't say anything. She had me roll over, that had done it, I was making a bit of a tent in the sheet. I looked at her, her eyes met mine and she grinned. But she just finished the massage, as she started to go into the bathroom, she stopped and looked back at me. "Don't get up, Danny, OK?" I nodded, wondering what was up. Besides, she called me Danny, up until then she had mostly called me Dan. Becky came back out, put her hand on my stomach. "The session is over. But I want to make you happy, so this is...just us, OK?" "OK." I answered, still not completely sure what she meant. Then I realized she had changed, she had on that thin yellow bikini I had seen her wear while riding her bike on the paper route. I felt myself begin to grow, her nipples were clear as a bell through the thin material. She slid her hand down, stroking back and forth across my pubic hair. The back of her hand stroked across my cock, it throbbed a couple of times from the sensation. She reached down and cupped my testicles, then slid her oily hand up and over me. "I love doing this." She whispered, as she began to stroke my length, her touch barely brushing me. I got even harder, until I knew even if she let go of me I would be sticking up solid as a rock. "God your cock gets hard!" She whispered, increasing the pressure and beginning some long slow strokes. My head was swimming, all of those fantasies I had had for so long were coming true. Then she let go of me, I didn't want her to stop. I opened my eyes, she had turned and was laying her halter top on the chair. She turned back and gripped me again as I stared at her bare breasts. They were absolutely perfect, freckles all over the upper portion, her nipples were puffy and large. That did it, I blasted off into the air, my seed flying out and landing on her bare chest. "I thought that might happen, that's why I took off my top." She giggled. Her hand stayed busy, she didn't stop, I was building again. My behind squeezed down and my thighs tightened as my hips lifted off the table, and I blasted off again. "Wow! You really let go, don't you?" She giggled some more. Her titties were jiggling up and down delightfully, I reached out to stroke one but she moved slightly, just out of range. "I promised my boyfriend I wouldn't let anybody touch me." She told me, still smiling. "Oh. Well, OK." I was mildly disappointed at that. Later, Becky came out into my living room and we sat sipping some hot tea with a dab of rum. "What brought that on?" I had to ask. "You have been so nice to me, I just wanted to do something special for you." "Well, why did we have so many sessions first?" "My boyfriend, I didn't want to...do anything that might upset him. But I told him about you and everything, he said it was OK as long as it was just that and..I told him." "So you are going to tell him then? He won't be upset?" "I probably won't tell him about..taking off my shirt, I don't think he would like that. I just didn't want to get anything...Besides...I wanted to!" "Really? Why?" I pressed. "The way you look at me, it always got me hot, I wanted you to look. You won't tell?" She smiled at me. "Honey, I love looking at you, you can run around here naked any time you want to." I told her. Becky actually shuddered at that. "Maybe I will." She grinned, one eyebrow raising. Our relationship changed after that, now when Becky gave me a session she would first tell me she was done, then leave and come back out. That changed after just a few weeks, she didn't bother to go through the motions. She didn't always take her top off, either, just sometimes. I saw her twice when she had just taken a shower, the towel wrapped around her waist. My life was full, I was well taken care of. I wasn't worried about the solid stream of customers, either, Becky told me I was the only one and I believed her. The next change was when she was rubbing my back during a session, I was half asleep, enjoying the sensations. I looked at her as she stood at the head of the table, the shorts were gone, she was fully nude. That beautiful camel toe I had seen so many times was now bare, her sweet bald lips curled upwards. I could see a drop of moisture forming as she stood there, stroking my back. "Wow!" I said. "Do you like that?" She said, a catch in her voice. "Oh, God yes!" "Turn over, Danny." I did as she asked, my erection sticking straight up. We had long since quit bothering with the sheet. She slipped up on the table, positioned herself and pressed down. I was fucking Becky, or rather she was fucking me. She pushed her hips in a back and forth motion, rubbing her bare snatch against my pubic bone. I didn't last very long and that didn't matter since she was way ahead of me. She was as close to a perfect fit as I could remember, my body let loose in a series of waves as Becky threw her head back and let out some low pitched moans. "Damn, that was good!" She exclaimed, collapsing against me. "What made you decide on this?" I asked her. "I always wanted to. Your cock gets so hard!" She lifted up one leg and slid off of me, stepped down off the table. Then she went into the bathroom, I sat there on the edge of the table, my head swimming. Becky came back out, still naked. "I have something to tell you, Danny." I just sat there, listening. My boyfriend Johnny asked me to marry him and I am going to." She looked at me, leaned her head on my shoulder. "It's in two weeks, and we are moving." "Oh. I see." "I just wanted to...get it out of my system." I nodded, I understood that. "It's all right, you are young and have a whole life ahead of you. I won't say anything about...this." "Good, thank you, Danny. I know I can trust you, but I already told Johnny I wanted to. He told me to do it now because after we are married that it can't happen." "Oh. You mean he knows?" "Yes, and he isn't exactly being faithful either, we talked it all out. Once we get married it will be just us..forever." I wasn't real sure that things would work out that way but what the hell. "Well, in that case do we have time to....?" "Sure." I picked her up, carried her into my bedroom. I teased her and licked her, Becky's legs were spread as wide as it is possible for a woman to spread them, then I slipped up on top of her and managed a second long session. Then we both fell asleep. I woke up to my doorbell, I got up and pulled on some pants and answered it. The man standing there I had seen just once before, he was the one that delivered Becky's table and gear almost a year before. "Is Becky here?" He asked me. "Uhh, yea." I answered, a bit unsure of this situation. "OK. We are supposed to be over at Mom and Dad's for dinner in an hour, can you tell her?" "Ok. Sure, glad to." He turned to go with a wave of his hand. Now that was just plain strange. I watched him get in the van and tip the seat back to wait. I went in and woke Becky, she looked at the clock and got up. She went in and took a shower, came out wearing a nice dress, her hair fixed back up. She looked almost untouched. She stood up on tiptoe and kissed me on the lips. "Thanks for a good time, I liked that." She grinned at me. "Will we be able to maybe do it again?" She looked at me, shook her head no. She went out, her boyfriend stepped out and met her with a hug and a kiss. He looked up at me, then walked around and opened the door for her. He came back around, got in and started the engine and they drove off. That was really strange. I closed my door, went and sat down, thinking of Becky and what a beautiful and energetic woman she was. What a lucky bastard that guy was, I thought. I saw them both again a week later as they showed up to move Becky's belongings. She came up to me and hugged me, hell, her guy even shook my hand. I really didn't completely understand him accepting the fact that I had fucked his Becky from one end of my house to the other. Paper Girl Ch. 02 I guess young people in today's world are more liberal than in mine, it someone had fucked my woman when we were together I think I would have thrown a fit. Oh, well. I would have liked to be there when they got married but they were moving several thousand miles away. I sat there alone in my house for days. I guess I went through a period of feeling sorry for myself. Then my phone rang. "Well? Did you get that out of your system?" Harriet's voice asked. "Yea, I guess so." No point in telling any stories, I was willing to bet she had been watching out her windows for nearly a fucking year. "So what are you going to do?" She asked me. "About what?" I asked her. "Are you just going to sit there? Or would you like to come over?" There was a laugh in her voice. "Harriet, I....." "Oh, come on over. We can..talk." She said. I sighed, told her I would be right over, having a pretty good idea of Harriet's idea of talking. I started out the door, went back and grabbed my bottle of rum. What the hell, why not? I had a feeling Harriet just might be naked when I got there, but if not I could probably get her that way. I was suddenly not feeling quite so old. I started humming to myself as I walked down the sidewalk. I was thinking of how it had been with Harriet before. Maybe I could figure out a way to make it up to her?