6 comments/ 27511 views/ 7 favorites An Observant Housesitter By: Madabouthair The story involves Jerry Howard, a recently retired 62 year old widower with a lot of time on his hands. Jerry got recruited to keep an eye on his daughter's house while she went on vacation with her kids, mostly because she didn't want her ex-husband anywhere near the house. All it involved was feeding the family cats and - oh by the way the bathroom sink is dripping. There was always an "oh by the way" when it came to his daughter but Jerry didn't mind and besides, it gave him a chance to get out of his apartment which had started to feel like a tomb. Besides Jerry's daughter's house was much nicer, and the only thing that would have made it better was if she had a swimming pool like the neighbor's next door, so he decided to stay there for the week instead of driving back and forth to feed and water the cat. Early in his stay Jerry discovered that there was a young lady next door, a cute plump redhead with freckles on her shoulders and around her nose which made her look like a chubby version of the girl on the Wendy's logo. Jerry wasn't adverse to looking so this was an ideal opportunity to watch something more interesting than Judge Mathis, and while the young lady was not what one consider a raving beauty she was cute in her way and besides, Jerry never minded a lady with a few extra pounds on her, even if the neighbor girl's extra baggage was probably more like 30 or so pounds. "More cushion for the pushin'," Jerry had mumbled to himself when he first saw the dripping young thing emerge from the water, and then tried to remember how long it had been since he had sex with anybody but himself. Jerry didn't know that the young lady he was watching was also house sitting in a way, but she didn't have to be there. She could have gone on that cruise with her parents but she had experienced that once and it was boring enough for 5 days. This current cruise was twice as long and that meant twice as boring. Ten days with Mom and Dad would have been hell enough but the endless buffets were even worse so she stayed home. What does an 18 year old soon-to-be college freshman do to pass the time, besides working her part-time job at the town library? Swim. Andrea Barney loved to swim and besides, there was no food out there to tempt her. Having lost almost 20 pounds over the last few months with more than that to go, Andrea was determined to enter college a slimmer and hopefully more desirable girl. Andrea had no idea that there was somebody that found her attractive just as she was, but she would find out soon enough. If she had thought to look up at the window of the house next door and was able to see the old man with the binoculars she might have found out about her admirer even sooner. *** "That's it honey," Jerry said softly to himself and the young lady emerged from the pool, her still pale skin shimmering in the sunlight. "Such a cute little butterball you are." Jerry had remained on watch as soon as he saw the girl emerge from her back door, towel in hand along with a bottle of suntan lotion, and he enjoyed watching the girl oil herself thoroughly before getting into the pool. Now out of the water the girl went right into the shade to dry off, and Jerry enjoyed that as well. "Redheads burn easy - or at least that's what I've heard," Jerry told the empty guest room as the young lady dried her curly locks, adding, "and you dear are a natural redhead. Sweet." Jerry had assumed the girl was a authentic redhead because her locks looked too real to come out of a bottle, but seeing the burnt orange stubble that filled the large recesses of her armpits - stubble that was only five o'clock shadow the day before - confirmed it. Now Jerry's eyes were drawn lower because something really caught his eye. The young woman's one piece bathing suit was decidedly modest, only providing a glimpse of what seemed to be a healthy cleavage between her round breasts, but now thanks to one of the leg openings curling back a little Jerry was getting a peek that made his day. "Oh darling," Jerry sang when he saw the burnt orange hair pasted on the inside of her thigh, and although she must have felt the fabric had adjusted and reached down and fixed it, the look was enough for the ecstatic senior. "I love you darling." Jerry was an old school kind of guy who found the twenty-first century trend of women shaving their pubic hair revolting, so seeing that his little object of attention was a furry thing made his day. The fact that she hadn't fully corrected the wardrobe problem as the day went on delighted him as well. Even his own daughter shaved her pussy now, Jerry had just discovered, although he found out accidentally earlier when searching for the binoculars he was watching through. There was this little envelope of photos hidden up on a bedroom closet shelf, and being nosy Jerry had to look. When he saw they were pictures of his daughter Nancy and her ex-husband naked and doing things to each other that married people do, Jerry put the photos back, but not before looking at them briefly. He smiled at the ones that her goofy ex took of Nancy sucking his cock, and although Jerry was proud of the way the first picture showed his daughter looking up with her mouth down to his curls, he chuckled when the other picture showed Nancy holding her ex's saliva coated stiff dick and it turned to be a short fat stub of a cock. There were pictures of Nancy - probably taken about five years ago - and they were very graphic and fairly well taken. They were clear enough so Jerry could see that Nancy's left breast was a bit larger than her right, although they were smaller than Jerry would have guessed, but the pictures of his daughter's smooth mound turned him off. "Now on the other hand this is what a real woman should look like," Jerry sighed softly as he wiped his brow with the back of his hand before raising the binoculars back up to watch the girl resting in a lounge chair, and as the young lady brought her chubby yet curvy legs up on the cushion and parted those plump thighs his heart skipped a beat and his right hand went into overdrive. The old-timer had been stroking his cock for quite a while, his manhood having forgotten it was over six decades old, and getting such an perfect view of the furry gal's treasures got even better as her feet stayed planted when her thighs opened. If she was trying to excite Jerry she could not have done a better job because in no time Jerry was cumming, his long grizzled member spurting all over the hardwood floor while he almost doubled over from the force of his orgasm. A degree of guilt swept over Jerry when after he milked the last of his sap out of his deflated cock and saw the mess he had made but that went away fast. "You still got it kiddo," he told himself. "You can still get it up and you still cum like a freight train. You aren't done yet, although if I keep talking to myself they might put me away." After mopping up the warm sticky seed he made a mental note to replace the bottle of hand lotion that he was using to jerk off with because at the rate he was going, that half empty bottle would be gone in no time. "As for you my little butterball," Jerry said as he took another peek before going downstairs. "I think it's time we got better acquainted. Putting a name on my dumpling will make it even better. You look like a - a Wendy. Why not?" *** Jerry waited until the girl next door came back outside before making his appearance by the fence, She was unaware of him at first which gave the senior a chance to get a nice look at her in the flesh instead of through a window or binoculars. When Jerry finally cleared his throat to sort of announce his presence she was clearly startled and grabbed the towel to put it in front of her as he introduced himself. "Oh," the girl said. "I saw a light on over there and so I thought maybe they were back from vacation or something. I'm Andrea Barney." "Andrea," Jerry repeated, noting to himself that his guess wasn't even close, and when he reached his hand over the fence to offer a greeting she nervously shook his hand while fumbling with the towel. "It's my pleasure." After clasping her pudgy paw he bowed a little and raised her hand and kissed the back of it, causing Andrea to giggle nervously. While playing the part of the elderly aristocrat his eyes went to the outline of her nipples through the damp bathing suit and then to the burnt orange peach fuzz under her arm. Jerry's look apparently lasted too long because Andrea figured out what he was looking at and took her hand away and lowered her arm quickly, mumbling something about not expecting anybody around. "You live here with your husband?" Jerry asked innocently, and after a moment of confusion Andrea laughed. "No. This my parents house. I'm not married," Andrea explained. "I'm only 18." "Really?" Jerry mused aloud. "You seem much older. More mature." "Tell my Mom that," Andrea quipped. "Well I don't want to interrupt your swim..." "No, it's okay," Andrea replied. "Stuck out here alone with nobody to talk to - it's nice to have somebody around." "Gee, a pretty girl with a swimming pool," Jerry said. "I would think the place would be swarming with guys. No friends?" "I'm not really social," Andrea admitted, and Jerry noted that when he called her pretty it had an effect on her. "As for boys, well the less said the better." "Oh, just go through a bad breakup?" "No, I - never mind. It's complicated." "Oh well. Anyway, I'll be around doing some minor repairs and taking care of my daughter's cats," Jerry explained and then added, "Too bad Nancy didn't have a pool installed over there." "If you want Mr. Howard, you can use our pool," Andrea offered. "Nancy's kids do." "Oh, that's nice of you," Jerry said. "Maybe I'll take you up on that, although I don't know what I can use for a bathing suit. Maybe I can figure something out." "Hope you do." "You know with all this privacy you folks have down at this end of the street - heck you wouldn't need a bathing suit at all if this house was a little more around the curve. Nobody to see you but my daughter's place next door and they're gone for a week." "Sometimes at night when it's real dark I sneak out here without a suit,' Andrea confessed with a giggle. "Oh my," Jerry responded with mock shock. "Maybe instead of getting a bathing suit I should invest in night vision goggles." "I don't think that would be a wise investment Mr. Howard," Andrea laughed. "Even in the dark I'm nothing much to look at." "I disagree. Quite to the contrary. I think you're a lovely young woman. You have a healthy glow about you," Jerry said. "Sort of a old fashioned country girl look. I may look like an old coot but my vision is still fine." "I've been losing weight," Andrea mentioned. "All well and good but there's nothing wrong with a woman having a little meat on their bones so don't get too carried away with the dieting. So many girls these days look so scrawny and skinny - I know it's the fashion but still," Jerry commented before shrugging and adding, "Just one old goat's opinion. Maybe I'll take you up on that offer of a swim later, especially if it gets hot again today." "Supposed to," Andrea said as they both retreated from the fence. "You don't have to knock or anything. Just come over." "Okay," Jerry said as he watched Andrea walk away. "Nice," Jerry said while enjoying the view of her backside, the legs chubby but shapely and seeming to be firm, and a rear end that was full and inviting even in the dumpy swimsuit, and after he got inside he continued his appraisal. "Bigger on the bottom than she is on top... I'd say maybe something along the lines of 38-29-42," he decided. "Maybe that's a little kind but that's my nature, and if I stay in here looking at you Andrea my dick will be hard again and I'll spend the day jacking off like a chimp." With that in mind Jerry hustled out to the car and made it to the mall in record time. *** Jerry rearranged himself in the bathing suit he had just come home with, wishing that there was more there so that when the trunks got wet he would make a better impression on the young lady who was going to have a guest shortly. The six pack of wine coolers was a bit tacky but he figured that young girls probably like the things and who knows? Maybe Andrea would down a couple of them and things would happen from there, he joked to himself at the thought a girl less than a third his age would have any interest in him. So armed with the wine coolers and a semi-erect dick that had been in that condition since he first saw the chubby chick next door, Jerry wandered over, rubbing his hand over the salt and pepper hair on his chest to fluff it up on the way. "Hello?" Jerry called out through the screen door, and when Andrea seemed happy to see him his heart quickened. "Hi Mr. Howard," Andrea chirped as she stepped out, having put a terry covering over her top but still in her bathing suit. "Ooh! Wine coolers!" "Never visit empty handed is my motto. Something you like?" "Yeah, but don't tell my folks," Andrea chided the old fellow. "Me and a girlfriend have gotten them a couple of times and gotten really goofy on them." "Nothing wrong with being goofy," Jerry observed, wondering whether being goofy with her girlfriend included getting naked and enjoying each other. "Just remember to take the empty bottles with you later," Andrea cautioned. "Mom and Dad will wonder how I got them." Jerry started to ask why they would mind the college student daughter to drink a couple wine coolers but then was brought back to modern times. "Oh, I'm sorry," Jerry said after the girl reminded him that the drinking age was 21 these days. "I shouldn't corrupt you." "I'm not all that pure," Andrea giggled as she took the six pack and put it on the table. "Although I do try to make my folks think that." "Well I think it's wonderful for you to be so kind as to invite an old coot like me over for a swim," Jerry said. "You aren't so old," Andrea said. "What are you? 55?" "62," Jerry corrected, and he not only didn't know if she had guessed low on purpose or not, he didn't care. "Thank you." "You look great for your age. My Dad? Well, he's lots younger than you and you're in way better shape," Andrea said. "And I like the suit." "Oh, thanks," Jerry said, glancing down and noticing that the outline of his dick was showing because he had gotten aroused just by talking to the friendly redhead. "Want to have a drink first and then swim?" Andrea suggested, and that was fine by him because sitting at the patio table he got to examine the teen more carefully. The first thing he noticed when Andrea took off the terry covering was that she had shaved her underarms since he was there earlier, the large round craters now creamy smooth. That was no doubt a result of his staring before, and while it mattered little to him either way the idea that she had gone out of her way to prepare for his visit gave him hope that his interest had intrigued Andrea. The other thing Jerry noticed immediately was that the grooming the teen had applied to her armpits did not go any farther since when Andrea sat down the flaming red hair peeked out again from the leg openings of the modest suit. Jerry forced himself not to stare because if Andrea was aware of what he was fascinated by that might disappear too. Instead he focused on the girl's breasts, round and full if not overly large, and while they might not be the equal of her slightly larger bottom half, the globes looked great to his eyes. Jerry tried not to wince when he drank the wine cooler, and after they were done they climbed into the pool. The old man kept his distance for a while, preferring to just enjoy the view, but Andrea decided to come over and get playful. "I swim by myself all the time," Andrea declared as she tried to dunk the old timer, and that got them to splashing around playfully for a while until Andrea decided she was thirsty again. They emerged dripping from the pool, and after they twisted off the caps and stood by the table the old man noticed that Andrea's eyes were looking below his waist. "Oh dear," Jerry said, expressing regret he really didn't feel when he saw that the outline of his cock was now very clear, the result of getting to touch Andrea's wet flesh in the pool. "I'm sorry." "Nothing I haven't seen before," Andrea replied. "I would hate to see your friend there when he's angry though." "Uh - my friend as you refer to him - is rather angry already I'm afraid," Jerry confessed. "That's the result of not only sharing the company of a beautiful young lady but getting to frolic like we did in the pool. Been quite a while." "That's the second time you called me lovely or beautiful," Andrea said. "You say it often enough and if we have enough wine coolers I might start to believe you." "I should have gotten 2 six packs," Jerry suggested with a wink and then added, "And you're sweet to humor a silly old man." "I told you that you aren't old," Andrea reminded him. "Besides, I seem to get along better with older men than kids my own age." "That so? Then there's a chance for me?" Jerry asked, quickly added that he was just kidding. "Sure there is, and I'm not kidding," Andrea responded, and after seeing the old-timers stunned expression she downed the rest of the drink and went back into the pool, her large full buttocks the last to submerge. "I'll be damned," Jerry mumbled to himself before joining his young companion. *** "I've done more swimming today than in the last 10 years combined," Jerry explained later as they stood by the wall of the pool after playing water basketball. "You still have the rest of the week to come over before your daughter gets back," Andrea said. "And you're welcome to come over after that, even after my folks get back. They won't mind, although maybe you should skip the wine coolers - and maybe ease up on the staring." "Oh," Jerry said. "Sorry." "That wasn't a complaint Mr. Howard," Andrea said as she rested her elbows on the wall of the pool, her breasts thrust out. "I don't get looked at very much so when it happens I revel in it." "Anyone who wouldn't look is a fool," Jerry suggested as his eyes drifted over from the cherubic lady's breasts to her round shoulders beginning to tan despite her best efforts. "Did you do that for my benefit? "What's that?" "Shave your underarms," Jerry explained as he nodded at the pale hollows exposed my her position. "You noticed," Andrea said as she glanced over at her work. "Yeah, I saw you staring earlier and I didn't want you to think I was grubby." "Hardly," Jerry replied. "I hate to be one of those old farts who says stuff like - Back in my day - but back in my day when I was your age seeing a young lady who didn't shave her armpits at all wasn't all that uncommon. The sixties and seventies were much more forgiving of personal freedom and expression I guess. Now it's all tattoos and piercings that are considered normal and hair is out." "I don't have any tattoos but my ears are pierced," Andrea explained. "I usually shave my pits every day in the summer when people are around, on account of me being so hairy and it growing back so fast all the time." "All women think they're hairy," Jerry told her. "I think it's the way society conditions women." "No, I'm hairy all right," Andrea assured the senior. "One winter a friend and me decided not to shave under our arms all winter and by New Years you should have seen me." "I wish I had," Jerry replied, and that got Andrea to laugh. "Well, it's the truth. You did a good job though." That comment came along with the old man reaching over and letting the back of his index finger slide up and down the smooth wet cavern under her arm, and when Andrea shivered but did not stop him he did it again. An Observant Housesitter "Never experienced that before," Andrea told him as her nipples popped out against her wet suit. "That didn't mean stop Mr. Howard. Feels nice. I'm glad I shaved although somehow I feel like it wouldn't have made a difference." "A most perceptive young lady," Jerry exclaimed. "I do have one rule though." "What's that?" "I insist that anytime I have a relationship with a female like this and I begin to stroke her armpits, they dispense with the Mr. Howard bit and call me Jerry." "It's a deal Jerry," Andrea sighed and she looked over and the long wrinkled finger gently caressing her. "So is this something you do often Jerry? Running your finger under the arms of girls you've just met?" "No, at least not recently, but judging by how much fun it is, I may reconsider that when I try to seduce young ladies," Jerry kidded. "Is that what you're doing Jerry? Trying to seduce me?" "I was just joking with you." "Oh. Too bad because I was going to tell you it was working," Andrea observed. "Oh," Jerry sighed. "I don't know what to say. I figured that I had reached the age where when you say and do things people ignore it because they think you've gone soft in the noggin." "No, that's not what I thought at all. I'm glad you came over Mr. Howard. I love your sense of humor, and I like the attention too," Andrea said. "I've been down lately. Got dumped." "Who was the idiot kid?' "My chemistry teacher," Andrea said, noting and ignoring the shocked reaction. "At the end of the school year he said that he was going to set me free. 'Fly little bird' was what he said as he sent me on my way. Pretentious twit. All he wanted to do was get ready for his next conquest come fall." "Our tax dollars at work," Jerry mused. "Pray tell how old was this teacher." "55 I think," Andrea explained. "The rumor around the school was that he takes a special interest in one student every year, always female, and becomes their mentor. I fell for it myself and just rode the year out so my grade didn't get hurt by leaving him. I liked him as a person but as a lover, not so good." "That so?" "Yeah, the rumor was that he had a huge cock and was a great lover," Andrea told Jerry. "The rumor was half right but it taught me that size is overrated. He didn't make love with me, he made love to me if that makes any sense. He thought he was performing a public service by fucking me. Got an A though, but I earned it in the classroom." "Is it getting hotter out or is it just me?" Jerry asked as his face burned from more than the sun. "Seems it doesn't it? Andrea agreed. "Want to get those last wine coolers?" "Sounds good," Jerry said and got out of the pool, rearranging himself so that his erection was pushed towards his hip, hopefully less obvious to Andrea. "I bet I sound like a real pig," Andrea asked him and they clinked bottles before tipping them. "Talking like this to somebody I hardly know." "Not really. You're being frank and honest." "There isn't really anybody I have to talk about stuff like this with. Mom and Dad? Dad would die for sure knowing I wasn't untouched by human hands, so I guess I'm venting to you because you seem to be a good listener." "I try to be and have been told I am," Jerry said. "I enjoy hearing about people with real lives. I used to have one believe it or not." "I've seen the evidence next door. Your daughter and grand kids are nice people, and for the record I've been intimate with four people in my life, three of them men," Andrea announced. "I suspect in these times you're far below average." "I guess so," Andrea replied, and when she saw where Jerry's eyes were she got flustered. "Omigod," Andrea said when she saw that her bathing suit leg opening had pushed back again and exposed a healthy spray of burnt orange hair pasted to her wet skin. "How long have I been parading around like this? I told you I was hairy." "Don't - please don't," Jerry asked when Andrea reached down to adjust the suit. "Most of the day if you must know, and I've been enjoying every minute. It's delightfully natural." "Kinky fellow aren't you Jerry?" Andrea tittered, and after Jerry shrugged she did as well and left the suit as it was while noting, "You're staring at my pubic hair and I'm gawking at your boner. We're quite a pair." "I wish my offerings were have as interesting as yours," Jerry observed. "So you say you've been with four people? That's the same number as I have enjoyed, although all of mine were women." "Had to have my big lesbian experience," Andrea explained. "She was my youngest. 29. I just don't connect with my generation. Rap music makes me projectile vomit and reality TV is embarrassing." "In that case when we run away and live on some deserted island we won't be fighting over the remote," Jerry said wistfully. "Sounds good. How long has your wife been gone if you don't mind me asking? I remember the kids next door saying their Grandma died a while back." "Three years," Jerry replied. "Three really long years but we had 33 great ones too so I can't complain." "Did your wife tell you to find a nice gal after she was gone?" Andrea asked. "I used to think that was something just in the movies but I guess that's standard stuff," Jerry recalled. "Pretty much said it but..." "I'm not exactly what anybody would call a nice gal," Andrea said as she slipped first one and then the other strap of the damp suit off her rounded shoulders, and after peeling the rest down she stepped out of it and stood there. Jerry's heart was pounding as he looked at the full round breasts and their plump crimson nipples, and as his eyes went down past the small belly to the wild triangle of burnt orange hair that was dense enough to hide her sex completely he heard her say, "Well at least you didn't scream or run." "I've spent the day here mentally undressing you as well as the couple of days before when I just admired you from afar," Jerry said in a shaky voice. "I owe you an apology because you're even more stunning than I imagined." "You're a smooth talker Jerry Howard," Andrea cooed. "But you already got my pants off so to speak." "I don't have lines. I'm just - stunned that I'm getting to look at you like this." "I hope you're going to do more than look," Andrea replied. "I don't - I can't," Jerry stammered. "I mean, I'll be honest. When I looked at you from next door and when I was swimming with you, I was thinking things that - let's just say that I was thinking all macho and everything..." "Good." "I just don't know if I can." "You think you're cheating on your wife?" Andrea asked, and when Jerry shrugged she continued. "It can't be the physical part because I think you've had a hard-on most of the day. Drop your trunks for me." After a moment Jerry followed instructions, and after his trunks slid down his spindly legs and his erection waved obscenely out in front of him he stepped out of them. "That doesn't look 62 any more than the rest of you," Andrea remarked as her eyes took in the long slender uncut prong. "That's your fault." "You want to make love with me?" Andrea asked. "Yes - want to at least try, but I don't know..." "I know," Andrea said as she put her arm around his shoulder and ushered him into the house and up the stairs to her room. "Be it ever so humble," Andrea shrugged as she herded Jerry into her bedroom, squeezing his butt as he passed. "It's nice," Jerry said of the room that was not what he expected, lacking many of the teenage trinkets and stuffed animals and with the posters on the walls that of planets and constellations. "I was trying to be sweet and gentle out there with you - afraid that I would scare you off if you saw the way I can be," Andrea said with a smile. "I think you might have been too." "I suppose." "So let's just be ourselves, okay?" "Okay," Jerry replied. "You'llbe sorry,' Andrea giggled just before she launched herself at the senior, her hands all over his back while her lips tried to inhale Jerry's. Taken aback, Jerry almost fell back on the bed before bracing himself and got into the spirit of the thing. "So fucking horny," Andrea mumbled as she clawed and humped Jerry's leg. "Wanted to do this to you all day." "Same here," Jerry grunted, pushing his erection into Andrea's stomach while his hands grabbed her buttocks hard, kissing her freckled shoulders and neck before spinning around and tossing her on the bed. "Yeah Jerry!" Andrea cackled as she fell back and spread her plump thighs wide to exposed her thickly thatched sex, and when he started to go down on her she grabbed his arms and pulled him up on top of her." "Foreplay can wait till later," Andrea insisted as she grabbed his upstanding plum and guided it to her opening. "I need you bad and I'm wetter than the pool. Fast and hard and I don't care how long you last because I'm going to cum right away!" Jerry plunged into Andrea's snug sex, and as he started humping wildly true to her word Andrea was screaming soon after, almost crushing the senior's cock as she thrashed around the bed under his energetic pounding like a fish out of water. Meanwhile, Jerry was still thrusting on the fleshy lady, and when Andrea saw that he was still in the game she cackled with glee. "Oh man Jerry - figured my dick crusher would have made you cum already," Andrea exclaimed. "That's it. damn you're good - so freaking good - and that better be sweat coming down your face." "It is," Jerry lied, the joy of doing something that he never dreamed he would do making him emotional, and the fact that he was doing okay made it even better. "Good - oh man your cock is so hard - can almost feel it throbbing - that's it honey," Andrea chanted, her hands caressing Jerry's face, and then her eyes widened even more as she announced, "Faster - oh my god I'm cumming again." If anything Andrea's second orgasm was even more intense and wilder than the first. The nails she raked down his back would leave marks as would the teeth she accidentally sank into Jerry's collarbone as she came, but Jerry was too busy cumming himself to care. In the end they almost ended up on the floor, with the senior hanging off the end of the mattress and Andrea somehow on top of him, looking down and asking him if he was okay. "Never better," Jerry gasped as he looked up at the chubby cutie whose flaming red hair looked as frazzled as he felt, and while tomorrow his body would likely remind him of what had gone here it was worth it. "I'm sweating all over you," Andrea noted as she slid down beside Jerry had helped him get fully onto the bed. "Oh, and in case you didn't notice, I came - twice." "Oh I noticed," Jerry said, and as he rolled onto his side to looked at Andrea now on her back and he let his hand slide over her he added, "Thank you." "Thank me? For what? You were wonderful," Andrea said, and when she saw droplets that were definitely not sweat rolled down his cheeks she wiped them away and added, "And you're the sweetest man I ever met too." "It's just that I never dreamed that I would ever - you know - again," Jerry confessed. "Well you were wrong, and since you have almost a week left next door, I hope this wasn't just a wham-bamm thank you ma'am," Andrea said. "I know I come off like a pig but I'm never done a one night stand before." "Please stop putting yourself down - for my sake as well as yours," Jerry said. "Okay, so you will come back," Andrea asked. "Even if you just watch me get myself off with a vibrator." "That sounds interesting," Jerry mused. "But if it's my advancing age that concerns you, all I can say that while I might be shot for today, I'll be raring to go tomorrow." "Really?" "That's right. Talk about pigs, look at me. I get myself off almost every day," Jerry declared and then sheepishly admitted, "Just yesterday I was looking at a beautiful woman from the window next door while pleasuring myself." "Jerry!" Andrea exclaimed. "You looked at me and masturbated?" "Yeah. Probably more information that you wanted," he admitted, biting his tongue and regretting his words as soon as they came out. "No, as a matter-of-fact it turns me on. I don't think many guys have done that, or would admit it if they did," Andrea noted. "I guess your candor is catchy sweetie." "What else is going on inside your perverted mind?" Andrea wondered aloud as she smiled and stretched out, putting her hand behind her neck and looking over at her lover. "Can't be too sick for me, and I love dirty talk." "Well I was thinking about what you said before you attacked me,' Jerry said as his finger circled the pebbly aureola closest to him, enjoying the surge of the plump peg in response. "Something about foreplay can wait?" "Ooh, you aren't the cum and roll over type?" "With you next to me? Hardly," Jerry said while leaning over and orally caressing Andrea's nipple. "I'm all yucky. I can take a shower first," Andrea said but Jerry nudged her back down. "I love you just the way you are," Jerry assured her as he nibbled around her breast before kissing upwards. "The mixture of suntan lotion, sweat and chlorine tastes like Champagne to me right about now." "Oooh!" Andrea squealed as the senior's kisses traveled up her moist smooth underarm, and her feet churned when Jerry kissed his way back down. "Why does that feel so good?" "Nobody ever did that to you before?" Jerry asked, and after Andrea shook her head he continued, "Then you're in trouble around me because I like to do this too." As he let his tongue glide up and down the same path his lips had, Andrea thrashed around and made feral noises until he stopped. "There's no part of the female form I would ever neglect," Jerry said. "And if I get the chance I'll prove it to you, but right now..." With that Jerry kissed his way down Andrea's lush body, down over the round globes and over the swell of her belly, pausing long enough to dip his tongue playfully into her navel before continuing downward. Kissing the very faint trail of down below her navel and into the timberline of her overgrown triangle, the senior licked and kissed until he found the plump labia hidden in the jungle. He lavished affection on the juicy lips, not caring that it was his seed oozing out of her sex as he tongued inside. "Oh Jerry," Andrea cried out. "Don't start unless you..." The rest of her sentence was lost as the old man moved his hands under her rump and pushed his face into the steamy cavern he had just fertilized, and as his tongue rediscovered skills he thought were lost the response from Andrea confirmed that his was doing fine. Although the press of her fleshy thighs against his ears blotted out some of Andrea's words, it might not have mattered because it sounded like she was speaking in tongues, babbling a stream of moans and groans with a healthy doe of obscenities thrown in. It was all magic to the senior; Andrea's passionate and unbridled responses, her lush body's reactions to his affections and the unmistakable smell of her pussy which was ripe and rank enough to send shivers down his spine and a tingle in his manhood. He managed to make out Andrea yelling, "Fuck!" as she rolled from side to side, her thighs clamping Jerry's ears while his hands yanked on his hair. He hung onto her hips as she came, riding out the waves as she came hard once again, and only when she stopped quivering did he rise out from her delta and rejoin his lover. "You're something else," Andrea declared, plucking a stray curl from Jerry's wet cheek and kissing him. "A man that doesn't shy away from his mess? You are a find." "I know where it came from." "Well, your tongue is as talented as your cock is. I'll get it taste your cum tomorrow I hope," Andrea told him. "If you're still in one piece that is. Look what I did to you." "I'll wear them as badges of honor," Jerry said of the bites and hickeys and scratched he could see on his collarbone and the surroundings. "I could cook us dogs or burgers on the patio tonight if you want," Andrea suggested. "Might need rolls though." "I could go to the store," Jerry offered. "Maybe get some more wine coolers?" "How about beer instead? Sam Adams Cherry Wheat or Brown's Cherry Razz maybe?" Andrea suggested. "Something refreshing on a warm summer night while I stare at your beautiful dick." "I can do that," Jerry agreed, happy not to have to face any more wine coolers. "As soon as I get enough energy to get out of this bed." "Oh, and if you've still got the receipt, see if you can get your money back for the bathing suit," Andrea told him. "No good huh?" "No, not needed," Andrea chirped. "For the rest of the week Barney Beach is a nudist swimming area, if you don't mind that is." "With a view like that who could complain?" Jerry laughed as he headed for the store, a bounce in his step that he thought was long gone but was just dormant and hadn't returned until Andrea came into his life. *** Thanks for reading.