0 comments/ 143079 views/ 6 favorites Up the Stairs By: Sadie26 Frank was a 48 year old divorced dad, 6'2 ... 200 lbs .... silver-gray, wavy hair, dark green eyes and a muscular build comparable only to a man in his early 20's. All his children had gone off to college and Frank was left taking care of a large, two story house. The days were long, but the nights were longer. All his friends were either married or dating and cable t.v. left alot to be desired. One evening, weary of flipping channels and snacking on popcorn, Frank decided to take a walk. It was a beautiful summer evening, a warm wind blew and the smell of roses from the neighbor's garden filled the air. He lived in a small town, you know the kind, everyone knows everyone. The neighbors were all friends in this tight knit community. As Frank neared the town square, it slowly began to rain. A cold mist danced across the shoulders of his jacket as he made his way across the street to the coffee shop. There were a few people inside, mostly just the regulars. Greetings were exchanged as Frank took a seat at his normal spot, third bar stool at the counter. The old men of the town did the nightly ritual of comparing whose arthritis was the worst and so on. Frank smiled as he sipped his coffee, he had been listening to the same men swap medical war stories for years. Just then, the bell on the coffee shop door rang as a young, beautiful woman entered. Immediately, all eyes were fixed on her. She was gorgeous at 5'5, maybe around 125 lbs with long flowing red hair and big, green eyes. She was soaked from the rain and Frank couldn't help but notice her nipples poking prominently thru her wet, white t-shirt. She made her way to the counter and took a seat next to Frank. "H-h-hello," she said, her teeth chattering from the cold rain, "My name's Carla." "Well nice to meet you Carla, I'm Frank," he said, smiling and shaking her hand. She had beautiful hands, long slender fingers with bright pink polish on the nails. She ordered coffee and the two sat there getting acquainted as the rain outside flooded the small community streets. "I've never seen you here before, said Frank, when did you get into town?" "Well my grand-mother recently died and she left her house to me and since I'm not going to college anytime soon, I thought I would come check it out," she answered. "Oh, you must be talking about Ms. Grey, said Frank, that was your grand-mother?" "Yes, she had been ill for awhile, I just wish I had come to see her when I had the chance," she said, stirring her coffee. "She was a wonderful woman, the whole town loved her," said Frank, reaching over to take Carla's hand. "Thank you Frank." The two continued their conversation as the night wore on, many cups of coffee and a couple slices of pie later, they finally decided to call it a night. Frank helped her with her coat and held the door open for her. "Well welcome to the neighborhood Carla, I hope to see you more often," said Frank, smiling. "I'm sure you will Frank .... listen, do you know of any good electricians?", she asked. "Sure, what's the problem?" "Well grand-mother's house is old, I just want to make sure everything is in shape, I would hate to see anything happen to it," she answered. "How about I come over tomorrow and take a look at it?", Frank offered. "That would be great!, around 11 ok with you?", she asked. "I'll be there," he said, smiling. After walking her to her car Frank went home. He drifted off to sleep thinking of the wonderful conversation he had had with Carla. The morning sun woke Frank from his slumber, shining thru the mini blinds in his bedroom. It was already 10 am. Wow, he thought to himself, I haven't slept this late in awhile. He got up, dressed, then went downstairs to fix a quick breakfast before heading off to Carla's place. Around 10:45 he rang the doorbell, rocking back and forth anxiously on his heels. She answered the door with just a short little silk black robe on, apparently she had overslept as well. "Good morning Frank," she said, smiling, "C'mon in." "Looks like we're both running a little behind this morning," said Frank. "Yes, she giggled, fussing with her hair, would you like some coffee?" "That would be great," he answered. "Ok, help yourself, I need to go grab a shower." She excused herself to go upstairs as Frank fixed his coffee. He looked around the old house, he hadn't been here in years. Ms. Gray loved to host Christmas parties, but for the past few years she just had not been up to it. As Frank wandered around, he couldn't help but focus his attention on the running water upstairs. He suddenly became very aroused when he entertained thoughts of Carla naked, wet and inviting. Stop it, he thought to himself, she's only 20 years old, she could easily be your daughter. Hard as he tried, he couldn't stop thinking of her up there. Visions of her rubbing soap all over her body were almost too much for Frank to handle. Just then, he heard the water stop. Sounds of her rustling with the shower curtain and walking on the old floor boards of the house tip toed across the ceiling over his head. To this day, Frank could not tell you what possessed him to climb those stairs, but he had to see her. He quietly tip toed to her bedroom door which was cracked, just enough for him to see her perfectly shaped naked ass as the towel fell from her body. He watched her rub lotion all over her body. His cock throbbed as she rubbed the white cream all over her nipples, taking a few minutes on each one as if it were arousing her. Then her long, slender fingers traced her inner thigh, making circles with the lotion on her muscles. She was an erotic vision straight from Frank's fantasies. Her body was perfect in every way. As she turned to go to her closet, Frank turned away to return downstairs. A few minutes later, she emerged, hopping down the stairs. "Better?", Frank asked. "Much!", she said, smiling. "Well I guess we should get started, he said, this is a big house." That night Frank sat in his living room, watching the tv on mute, thinking of Carla's body. His cock throbbed unmercifully as he replayed the motions of her massaging her young body with the lotion. He took his cock out and began stroking it. Within minutes he climaxed, sending his cum all over himself and his chair. He grabbed some tissues and cleaned himself off, eventually passing out in the living room. Frank awoke the next day, in the same spot. He quickly looked at the clock, it was almost 11:30. Shit, he thought to himself, first I don't go to bed now I'm sleeping all damn day. He headed over to Carla's house and pretty much the same routine took place as yesterday. Matter of fact, this routine continued for a few weeks. Everyday Frank would watch her massage herself, sometimes he swore they made eye contact, but he would never bring it up. She was absolutely perfect in everything she did. They had been exchanging glances and flirty comments for weeks, it was getting to be alot for Frank to handle. At night, he would watch her house through his binoculars, occasionally she would have visitors, sometimes she went out. He wondered who she was going out to meet. Was he jealous or just merely curious? He wasn't sure ..... yet. The following morning Frank was greeted at the door by Carla wearing only a bikini. "Wow!, he said, Excuse me for saying, but you look amazing Carla." She giggled like a school girl, "Well thank you Frank, c'mon in." She went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and to fix his morning cup of coffee. She handed it to him, smiling and winking before turning to go to the backyard to sunbathe. As Frank worked on the wiring for the ceiling fan, he couldn't help but stare at her body; all wet and shiny, mmm a mixture of sweat and suntan oil. He decided to pay attention to his work. A few minutes later, Carla entered through the sliding glass door. "Oh my, it's so hot out there," she said, "I think I'm gonna go take a shower." She looked over her shoulder at Frank as she walked up the stairs, smiling. As soon as he heard the water begin running, Frank locked the front door and headed upstairs. He couldn't take this anymore, for weeks he had watched her, they had flirted, but today, with her outside in the sun, all wet and shiny, his resistance had hit rock bottom. He wasn't sure what exactly he was gonna do yet, but he knew he wanted her. She emerged from the steamy bathroom. "Oh Frank!," she said, startled. Before she could stop it, her towel slid from her curvy body, to the floor. She stood there, naked, her nipples getting hard immediately. Frank stared at her, studying every inch of her gorgeous frame, mmm little water beads dripped from her hair down to her nipples where they made little droplets. She bent down, embarrassed, trying to get her towel. "No, don't," whispered Frank. She looked up and couldn't help but notice his enormous erection in his jeans. He extended his hand to her, helping her up. She stepped close to him, never losing eye contact. Their bodies pressed together, their breaths danced off each other's mouths. Without any further hesitation, Carla reached up and cradled his face, pulling his lips to hers, kissing him passionately. She could feel his restrained cock pressing into her mound, she became extremely excited. As they kissed, she reached down, unbuttoning his jeans, almost ripping the zipper. His pants fell to his ankles, exposing the fact that he wore no boxers, allowing his cock to enjoy it's freedom, sticking straight out. Again, she went to the floor, this time to her knees. Frank backed up so his back was against the wall. He looked down and watched her perfect, pouty lips wrap around his cock. His thick fingers caressed her hair, gently pulling her beautiful face closer. She wasted no time working her mouth down his shaft, allowing her tongue to massage each of his veins that pulsated from the sides. She coughed and gagged slightly as she finally worked the last of his cock into her mouth. He could feel her tongue rub the underside of his shaft, he moaned as she bobbed her head up and down faster. Her hand rubbed his balls gently as her lips made their way to the base of his cock. He began rocking his hips, slowly fucking her mouth as she sucked harder, forming an erotic suction, milking his erection. Suddenly, he stopped her. "Stand up," he whispered. She stood and faced him, kissing him again. He held a few strands of her hair in his grip as their tongues fought in each other's mouths. Still kissing, they made their way to her bedroom, which was just a few feet away. He backed her up against the edge of the bed. "Lay down," he said. Carla layed back on the bed, the silk sheets were cold against her back, sending chills over her body. Frank stood over her, removing the rest of his clothes, looking down at her body. She had spread her legs slightly so he could see her perfectly shaven cunt. He got down on his knees between her legs, grabbing her ankles and moving her to the edge of the bed. Opening her legs widely, mmmm little drops of juices decorated her pussy lips. Frank looked at her, she smiled at him and he buried his face into her juicy little cunt. Licking her furiously, like a starved animal. His tongue explored her slit, sucking on her lips, then darting in and out of her a few times, making her moan. Her small frame was like putty in his hands, his cock hurt from being so hard. He quickly wrapped his mouth around her clit, flicking it with his tongue, sucking and pulling it in his teeth. She seemed to love this, her moans became louder. He looked up at her, over her mound, as he sucked her clit. Her eyes were closed, she was licking her lips, and playing with her nipples. Mmmm, he thought to himself. He quickly slid 2 fingers inside her, pumping her cunt as he sucked her clit. Her moves became more violent as she bucked her hips, moving them back and forth, riding his tongue, grinding down on his fingers. "Oh god Frank, I'm cummingggggggg!!," she yelled. He pumped her faster, licked her harder, as she rode out her climax. She screamed his name several times as she climaxed, sending her sticky sweet juices to his tongue. He slurped up every drop as she quivered, almost vibrating the bed. "Roll over baby," he whispered. Carla rolled over to her stomach, still shaky. "Put your ass in the air," he instructed. Almost before she could get situated, Frank had grabbed her hips and once again, had his tongue buried in her. But, this time, he rimmed his new beauty queen. Darting his tongue in and out of her asshole, his strong hands gripping her ass cheeks, spreading them apart, as she began moaning again. She clenched the sheets beneath her, slowly moving her body back and forth, riding his tongue once again. She slid her hand underneath her tummy, to her clit. Rubbing it furiously as Frank rimmed her, licking and sucking her puckered bud. Carla became so involved in finger fucking her clit, she hardly noticed that Frank had stopped rimming her and was standing behind her. Grabbing her hips and slowly sliding his cock into her tight cunt. Oh god, she was tight. Frank winced a little as he forged ahead, slowly pushing inch by inch into her. Her moans became louder and louder the more he penetrated her, finally reaching the hilt. He just kept it there for a minute, feeling the bed move from her severe clit fucking she was giving herself. And within seconds, he began fucking her. Long, deep hard strokes, in and out of her young cunt. He looked down and watched her pussy grip his shaft each time he pulled out, then pumped back in. They moved in the same rythm as he fucked her and she fucked her clit. He licked his middle finger, making sure to coat it completely. Quickly sticking it in her tight, warm little asshole. He pumped her with his finger as he fucked her with his rock hard cock. "Oh god, that's it Frank!, don't stop!! oh god please don't stop, make me cum!," she begged. Frank began fucking her with short, deep powerful strokes, darting his cock in and out as he slid another finger into her ass. "Oh fuck Frank!, I'm fucking cumming!!," she yelled. "Oh shit baby, me too!!!," he moaned. She climaxed again, spilling even more of her sweet milk all over his cock. A few more strokes and he exploded inside her, invading her cunt with his seed. They climaxed for what seemed to be an eternity before finally slowing down. Both of them breathing extremely heavily. He just stood there, holding himself inside her, letting the last of his cum drizzle out. Carla leaned forward, sliding him out of her, then collapsing on the crumpled sheets of the bed. Frank layed down beside her, trying to gain composure. She wasted no time snuggling up to him, placing her sweaty brow on his chest as he ran his fingers along her shoulder gently ....... When Frank awoke, it was dark outside, Carla still snuggled up to his chest. He looked over at the clock, it was 1:30 am. So he closed his eyes and went back to sleep. He was awakened again, but this time, several hours later by the smell of coffee and Carla's humming downstairs. He got up and made his way to the kitchen, he found her there in his shirt, her hair all messed up. "Good morning Frank," she said, smiling. "Mmmm, good morning Carla." And just as she had done all the other mornings, she handed him a cup of coffee and headed upstairs to shower. She turned around on the stairs, looked over her shoulder and motioned for Frank to follow her. He smiled, quickly running up the stairs ....... Up the stairs to his bliss. Up The Stairs "Excuse me. I'm looking for number nineteen. Is this it? Someone seems to have removed all house numbers for the block." Jessie looked up from the step she was sitting on. "They've done more than that. They also went through half the tenements and unscrewed all the unit numbers. They left this big pile on number in the street and the early traffic trashed them. This is number nineteen. Who are you looking for?" "Ron Anderson. Do you know him?" "Old man Anderson. Sure, I know where he lives. I'd better show you the way." "Thank you, miss. Are you sure it's the right Mr. Anderson? Ron isn't that old." "Jessie's the name. And he must be at least fifty. Nearly as old you, I guess." Sam Davids, at the ripe old age of fifty one, nodded. "That sounds like him. And thank you, I'd appreciate the escort." "OK. Follow me. We'll have to use the stairs as the lifts are out. Again." Jessie bounced up and started trotting up the stairs, a few steps ahead of Sam. Sam didn't mind. He was appreciating the view, having to look ahead to see where he was going and legitimately able to look straight up Jessie's short skirt and see her buttocks rolling around in her brief panties. Jessie happily trotted ahead. Currently eighteen, but not yet sexually active, she still got a kick of knowing that the man below her was probably looking up her short skirt and lusting. That is, of course, if a man as old as that could still lust after the girls. He was, she found out, when midway between the third and fourth floors Sam reached up and tugged her panties down. Jessie's legs tangled with the panties and she pitched forward, lying sprawled on the stairs, bottom and pussy flashing in the sunlight. Well, they would have flashed in the sunlight if there'd been some, because they were definitely on display. Jessie giggled, reaching for her panties. "Naughty, naughty, you dirty old man," she thought, giggling too much to actually reprimand him. Sam brushed away the hand that was groping for her panties and started stroking her bottom and pussy. There was more giggling from Jessie as she tried to push Sam's hand away, but he ignored it, continuing to tease her. Jessie had been groped before, and had done her share of groping, and quite enjoyed the touches. It was fun and it was harmless and there was also the illicit thrill of knowing someone might come. She didn't try too hard to stop Sam at this stage, taking the whole think as a complement on her desirability. Then Sam's fingers slid inside her pussy, staring to work her over inside. It was exciting and it was also making her wet, and it was now definitely time to call a halt to this. Jessie could feel Sam stretching her lips further apart for some reason and trying to stifle her giggles, she managed to snap out a request to desist. "Stop that. What do you think you doing." Her voice suddenly went to a very high pitch as Sam pushed between her lips again, but this time she just knew it wasn't a finger. No-one had fingers that big and fat. Incredulous, she gasped. "He's an old man and he's sticking his cock in me," she thought. "Stop that," she said, a squeak in her voice. "You can't do that!" Jessie found that actually, he could. She winced as her virginity was brushed aside as of no importance, and that cock just kept on coming. "Just how big do those things get" she wondered, felling it intrude deeper and deeper. "I'm serious. You stop that." Sam finally replied. "No," he said, and pushed in a bit harder. Jessie found that Sam was finally not pressing in any deeper, and guessed from the way his cock had taken over it was because he was fully inside her. She half wished she could have seen it before it attacked her. It certainly felt impressive. With Sam holding still, Jessie tried to wriggle away from him, seeing if she could climb to a higher stair. She couldn't. Sam held her easily on his cock, making her stay firmly in place. Sam reached up and pushed Jessie's top and bra up, freeing her breasts to swing below her. Not that they were free for long as his hands promptly slid around her to capture them. Jessie felt Sam squeeze her breasts while at the same time pressing his cock firmly against her. Then he relaxed his hold on her boobs and withdrew his cock somewhat. At this, Jessie relaxed slightly, to immediately find that she'd relaxed too soon. Sam was driving back into her, while squeezing her breasts in time to his thrust. Jessie was gasping and protesting as Sam thoroughly took advantage of her, thrusting and squeezing, squeezing and thrusting. Finally realising the futility of protesting any further, Jessie shut up. It seemed to her that plugging his cock into a girl immediately turned a man deaf. All she could do was wait until he finished. Crouched there, Sam busy thrusting into her, it slowly dawned on Jessie she could hear little growling sounds. She listened harder, and suddenly realised that, to her horror, they were coming from her throat. Happy little growls were emerging every time Sam pounded into her. What was worse, her bum was happily bobbing up and down on his cock, enjoying the ride, and telling her pussy to get with it. Jessie tried to protest again, but found that when she opened her mouth, those little growls turned into excited little squeals. She snapped her mouth closed again. And all the time she was becoming even more aware of his cock in her, bouncing her, and the fact that she was also bouncing, helping him instead of just patiently waiting for him to finish. Jessie groaned and put her head on her arms, noticing that this did not slow the way her bottom was bouncing one iota. And that cock was surely expanding in her. All that she could sense right now was that cock and the pleasure it was bringing her, whether she would or would not. Then the pleasure was expanding, filling her with heat, burning her out, and Sam was hosing the fire, but he was throwing gas to the flame and Jessie shrieked as the world burned around her. Sam straightened his clothes and gave her a friendly slap on the bottom. "Enough time wasting," he said. "You were showing me where Ron lives. In a slightly dazed state, Jessie continued the trip to Mr's Anderson place. Reaching it, Sam thanked her, shaking hands and slipping her fifty dollars just as Mr. Anderson opened the door." Jessie stood there, looking at the fifty dollars. She wasn't sure whether to be insulted or not. She shrugged, and slipped the note into her bra, making a mental note to take it out of there as soon as she could grab a purse. She had a feeling it wouldn't be safe to keep things in her bra anymore.