Storiesonline.net ------- Juanita by Old Fart Copyright© 2009 by Old Fart ------- Description: A young mother and an old man find joy in the extra hour they gain when the clocks change. Codes: MF ------- Another Halloween in Pomona, CA. I live in an area that's mostly Mexican. There are a few blacks and some white folks like me thrown in the mix. I'd had my two bags of candy for a few weeks. For the kids, a big bag assortment of Reeses, Almond Joy, Twix, Whoppers malted milk balls and even a couple of real Hershey bars. I poured them into a five quart ice cream container and they just made it without falling out. I had my Hershey's miniatures in another container. Hershey's, Mr Goodbar, Krackel and Special Dark. When I owned my own home, I lived on a Cul de Sac with five others. It was fed by a street with 8 or 10 houses on it. Our neighborhood had three north/south streets and three east/west. Kids could walk in relative safety for a couple of hours, hitting maybe 60 or 70 houses. In later years, there were parents following just about every group of kids. Halloween was either a night to take your kids out or to man the doors with the candy. You could expect the doorbell to ring every minute or two, if you even had a chance to shut it. This went on for about two and a half hours and then it pretty much stopped. My side of the street in Pomona is mostly multi-unit properties. I'm in a six unit place. There's a walk between two buildings with apartments 1,2,3 on the left and 4,5,6 on the right. The left side units are one bedroom and the others are studios. The whole block is similar places. There may be three buildings with four units each or one duplex. All of them have front yards, maybe twenty feet from the sidewalk to the front house. Mine is the only one that doesn't have a fence out to the sidewalk. Apartment four closed in their yard last year when a two year old was living there. There's a four foot gate at the front of the units. The other side of the street has a two story, enclosed apartment building that I imagine has 20 or 30 apartments, then a mixture of single family homes and empty lots. Last year I didn't get many kids. A couple that did come up seemed surprised when I opened the door with candy in my hands. This year I got a pumpkin and put it on the top step and made sure to turn on the outside light. I even left the front door open for a good portion of the night so kids could see that the place was open from the street. I did what I could to make it Halloween friendly, short of building a haunted house in the front yard. The first kid caught me before the door was open, knocking on the door. I was just coming in from the grill out back, checking on some ribs I had cooking for dinner. I opened the door and there was a little kid dressed in blue. His mother was coming toward my apartment from the back. I suppose she knocked on several of them to see who she could get. Anyway, the little boy sort of stood there, no idea what he was there for. Looking back on it, I'm surprised he didn't panic when I opened the door. He held his hands out to the side, palms facing me, like he was saying "I don't know why she sent me here." She came up and said "Trick or Treat." I was already holding out the bowl of candies and he was making up his mind to reach into it. I don't know if he was in costume or not. He was somewhere around two years old and was shaped like a butterball. His coat was deep blue and there were some red scribbles on the left side. I don't know if they were a design or were meant to communicate something. There was a flap on the left side, big enough for a couple of koalas. That's where the candy finally ended up because he didn't have a bag. I don't know if it was a costume of some South American superhero or his new winter coat, being worn for the first time. His mother thanked me and turned to look toward the back, I suppose looking to see if there was anyone else giving out loot. I said, "It's not like it used to be." She said, "No," but I don't think she knew what I was referring to. Maybe it was different for her in some way. Maybe she wasn't even thinking about Halloween. "I remember going out with a few of my friends and you could look up and down the street and see five or six groups of kids. Very few parents. Most of the little kids were with their big brothers or sisters. It was part of your job on Halloween to take your little brothers and sisters out for an hour to all the neighbors, the ones they knew. All the neighbors would make a big fuss about the costumes. Half the time the little kids had no idea what was going on." She said, "I'm from Guatemala. We didn't do this." "Oh, really. How long have you been here?" "Not long." I put down the bowl and held out my hand. "I'm Pete." "Juanita." Her hand was light in mine, just touching it, no attempt to shake it. "Is this your son, Juanita?" "Yes. Enrique." I mussed his hair. "I'm happy to meet you, Enrique." He didn't say anything, just snuggled up to his mother, wrapping his arms around her leg. I grabbed one of the Twix bars and opened it up, holding it out for him to take. She reached around him and put her hand on his shoulder, pulling him into her leg a couple of times. "It's OK. You can take it." He tentatively held out his hand and I made sure his fingers were on the piece of wrapper I'd left on the candy bar. "Say Thank You to Mr. Pete," she told him. "Aaa oooh" he mumbled around the bar he'd pushed completely in his mouth. I took a closer look at Juanita. She was an attractive woman, something I hadn't failed to notice already. She looked to be in her late twenties. I could tell that life wasn't easy on her. She looked wiped out but she had pulled it together to take her son out trick or treating. Her clothes weren't designer quality but I could tell she'd taken care in choosing what to wear. They were in good repair. Her face was freshly washed and she wore pale lipstick with little or no other makeup. Her hair was magnificent. Jet black, it shined all the way down her back to her belt. It was obvious she was proud of it and took good care of it. I wanted to run my fingers through it. "Is your husband home giving out candy?" I asked her. "No Husband." "I never know what to say in a situation like this. I don't know if 'I'm sorry' is appropriate." "You don't have to say anything. That was a long time ago. He left when we found out I was going to have Enrique." "I'm sorry," I said. "We're probably better off without him." I had no answer to that. After a while, the silence started getting noticeable. "We live with my sister and her husband and their four children. He and I work for the same company, cleaning office buildings. Maria watches the children at night while we're at work. I try to help out during the day. It is hard, but we get by." "You should have brought your sister's kids with you." "No. They don't get along. They pick on Enrique sometimes, make fun of him. It's good for him to spend some time with his mother. What about you? No wife?" "No wife. Not for many years. We divorced a long time ago." "That is sad. So you are, what they call it, swinging divorced man? Lots of different women?" "No, Juanita. No women. The last time was with my wife when I was still married." "For me it was before Enrique. Some of the men at work, they try. But they are either married or they are pigs. It can be lonely." "I know. Very lonely." She looked down at her son. "Hey, Big Boy. Are you ready to go get more candy?" He just took her hand, staring her in the face. I could feel the love flowing between the two of them. "We need to go to more houses," she told me. "It's less than an hour before Enrique's bed time. Thank you for talking to me, Pete." "I enjoyed it, Juanita. Feel free to stop by any time you want to talk." "OK. Maybe," she said, taking her son by the hand and going through the gate. A group of three kids came up to me and I passed out candy. By the time they left, Juanita and Enrique were out of sight. I was sorry to see her go. I'd enjoyed talking with her. She was a beautiful woman but the whole conversation had been between two people who were comfortable with each other. Two people who had some things in common despite the difference in ages. The idea of sex never entered in from my side. Since I was probably close to 30 years older, I was pretty sure it didn't cross her mind, either. I'd be surprised if the total number of kids who came to the house was over a dozen. The bowl of candy was still full. I did some stuff on the computer, then went to bed with my E-book reader. I woke up a couple of hours later, put away the book, took off my glasses, splashed some water on my face and went to bed. Klicketa-klacketa-klicketa-klacketa. This weird sound kept going forever. It woke me up and then I realized it was my clock. I've got a big round clock in my bedroom, the kind they used to have in the schoolroom when I was a kid. This one receives satellite signals to keep the correct time. Twice a year it clicks forward, one minute at a time. In the spring, it moves sixty minutes ahead. In the fall, it moves 23 hours. It was doing its 23 hour routine for fall. I'd just gotten back to sleep when I heard someone knocking on my door. I didn't know what to think. I don't get a whole lot of people knocking on my door at 2:30 in the morning. I grabbed the shorts I'd had on the day before and went to the door. I opened it up and there was no one in front of the door. I looked toward the gate out to the street. Juanita was in the process of opening the gate and had turned around when she heard me open the door. I noticed she was wearing burgundy jogging sweats but was barefoot. I ran my hand through my hair. "Juanita. What can I do for you? Do you want to come in?" I held my hand out for her. I've got a couple of steps that are close to a foot tall in front of the door. She held onto me and climbed up and into the apartment. I offered her a chair, then asked if she'd like something to drink. I got her a glass of apple juice and sat down across from her. "What can I do for you, Juanita?" "I feel silly. I should go home." She started to get up and I stood, taking her arm and pushing her back down into the chair. "I told you you could come visit me any time you want. There's nothing to feel silly about. Why did you decide to come back here tonight?" She looked at me for a long time, then seemed to make up her mind. "It is the clocks. Tonight they all go back one hour." "I know," I said. "And Maria." "Your sister." "Yes." "What about Maria and the clocks, Juanita?" "She was teasing me tonight. She put her children to bed and then she came to me and said 'Juanita, do you know what happens tonight?' "'Other than Trick and Treat?' I asked. "'Yes. The clocks change. Everybody gets one more hour of sleep. Carlos and I always use that hour to make love.' Then she told me it was too bad I was a single mother and there was no one for me to make love with. But it wasn't teasing; she wasn't sorry about it at all. It was the older sister picking on the young one, just like when we were children in Guatemala." Juanita had been talking at the floor. She looked up at me. I could see her gather all her strength, all her courage and look right at me, almost defiantly. "I am tired of being lonely, Pete. I think you are, too. I think you and me should use this extra hour to not be lonely. That's why I came here." I looked back at her. "Juanita, I don't know what to say." "Don't say anything. Take me in there," she said, pointing toward my bedroom "and let us use our extra hour to not be lonely." I leaned over and ran my fingers through her hair. It was as thick, as full, as sensual as I'd thought it would be. "OK." I stood and held out my hand. She took it and stood up. She moved closer, plastering her body against mine, tilting her face up and closing her eyes. It had been years but I knew what to do. I took her in my arms and kissed her. Her arms made their way around my back and we stayed locked in that position for a long time. One of Heinlein's characters said that an open mouth kiss between two lovers is more intimate than the act of intercourse. I don't know that I agree with that statement completely, but the kiss we shared would have made a great argument for Maureen Johnson's point of view. As we broke apart, she said "Ay" as I went "mmm." I held onto her cheeks and asked, "You like?" She smiled and nodded, then dove at my face, her hands pulling us into each other and the kiss happened all over again. I could feel my hard dick pressing into her as we kissed. One of Juanita's hands slid across my back, around the side, then down until she had the hand wrapped around me. She just held it for a moment while continuing to kiss me. The head of my cock was in the hollow of her palm and her fingers pointed down. After a bit, she started sliding down until she had my balls cupped in her fingers. I'd been moaning in her mouth while she was holding me; now I sucked in a mouthful of air. As soon as we'd started kissing again, my hands left her face and started exploring. First I held clumps of hair on the back of her head and neck, intertwining my fingers into the luxury of it. As I moved down her back, I took in both her hair and her perfectly formed back. When she started with my cock, I moved one hand down to her bottom and brought the other one around front to the breast on that side. I'm 5'8" and have about 4" on Juanita. She probably weighs somewhere between 100 and 120 lbs. She's no stranger to manual labor so her soft skin covers a muscular body. Her body felt alive as I worked my way down her back, feeling the various textures, the indentations and the bulges. Her butt was nice and firm. Not as tight as a sixteen year old's but it felt good in my hand. Her breast was small. She wore no bra to hold what I assumed were breasts that would probably fit a B-cup. From what I could feel, they didn't need the support. Juanita's hand slid up my cock and kept going until she reached the waistband of my shorts. She pried it away from my body with her fingertips and then slid her hand down inside. This time she wrapped her fingers around me, gently squeezing, then letting go. I used our contact — my hands on her butt and her tit, my lips on hers, my chest against hers — to guide her as if we were dancing. As soon as she realized my bed was the ultimate goal, she followed my lead, making that "Ay" sound again as she continued to massage my cock. I pushed her up to my bed. As soon as she felt it against the back of her legs, she moved her hand down my back, grabbed the waistband and used both hands to slide my shorts off. We were still kissing and I just lifted my legs one at a time and left my shorts on the floor, leaving me naked in her arms. She swung around so that the bed was at my back and pushed me onto it. Two things came to mind when she did that. The first was that she was surprisingly strong for a woman of her size. The second was that she wasn't as meek as she looked and that I may have found myself a tiger. She reached both hands across her torso, made an X to grab the sweatshirt's bottom and pulled it up. She ended up with the neck hole around her head and her arms half in, half out of the sleeves. "Turn around. Let me help," I told her. She did a 180 and I grabbed onto the waistband and pulled it off her. She took the shirt back and turned it right side out, then folded it as if she'd just taken it out of the washer and put it on the chair she'd used in the living room. While she was there, she eased out of the sweatpants and folded them, placing them on top of the shirt. I rolled over and grabbed my shorts off the floor and threw them through the open closet door into the big square tub I used for my dirty clothes. Juanita was standing near my bed. She had her hands at her sides and appeared to be waiting for some sign of approval. "God, you're beautiful," I said. She'd shaken out her hair after entangling it with the sweatshirt and it flowed down her back like a river. Her breasts stood out proudly, not big but perfect anyway. Her aureoles were dark, almost a chocolate color. She was getting excited and her nipples were three quarters of the way to hard. They were almost black. Her eyes were deep brown and her skin was the color mine used to be when I was a kid and would mow lawns in the neighborhood all summer without a shirt. Her teeth were small and perfect and so white a toothpaste manufacturer would pay a small fortune to claim responsibility for them. Her body had curves on curves, her waist was a fraction the size of her hips. A sunken navel deserving of rubies or diamonds beckoned me for future examination. There was a neat triangle of jet black pubic hair guarding the portal to her sex. Trimmed but not shaved. I could see the shadow of her lips between her legs. I looked up at her face and she was biting her lower lip, watching me. I looked down at the juncture of her legs, then back up at her. She moved her weight from one leg to another and back. Her hands were flat against the outsides of her thighs, pressing in. She was nervous and my inspection was turning her on. I lifted my right hand and made a spinning motion with the index finger, indicating I wanted her to turn around. She sucked in a lungful of air. "Ay." She slowly turned, presenting me with a 5/8 view of her backside. The leg closest to me was bent, the front of the foot touching the ground, there more for balance than support. Her right butt cheek was concave, the muscles tightened because of the position of her leg. The other cheek was perfectly globular from what I could see of it. It was a picture Hugh Hefner would have killed for in the late 60s or early 70s. I reached up and lightly ran my index finger down her spine, maybe eight inches until I ended up with it between the dimples at the top of her butt, just above where the flesh started to split in half. She straightened her angled right leg, making her ass cheek to flesh out, becoming round like the other one. She also sucked in another lungful of air and said "Ay." I stood up. My erection fit between the globes of her ass as if they were designed for each other. I reached around her and held both breasts in my hands, her now diamond hard nipples poking into my palms. I pulled her into me and used my chin to move the hair hanging over her neck out of the way and then I nuzzled into her neck, exploring from the bottom of her left ear to the collarbone with my mouth, my teeth, my tongue. She pulled away from me, bending her head head down, trying to force my face and especially my mouth off her. She kept repeating her mantra, quietly, almost inaudible. "Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay." After I'd proved I didn't have to, I let her have her way and moved away from her neck. She immediately tilted her head more and lifted her shoulder more, closing the gap. I spun her around so we were facing each other and took her chin in my hand, guiding her to me so we could kiss. She rushed at me as if she was jumping into my body, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me for all she was worth. She kept twisting her face, as if she was trying to grind into me, joining the two of us, attempting to make us one entity. I pulled back and she made an "nngh" sound, a sound of disappointment, almost of despair. Her hands were still around my neck and she was trying to pull me back to her. I had other ideas, though. I moved my face down and started kissing her right breast. Little kisses over the surface at first, staying away from the goodies. Then I started using my tongue, taking swipes all over the smooth surface, from the sides to the top to the crease at the bottom. Juanita was moaning now, her arms wrapped around my neck as if she was afraid of losing me. She was moving back and forth, first putting her weight on one leg, then the other, somewhere between a couple of teens slow dancing and someone doing the pee pee dance. When I moved my mouth over the nipple, slathering it with the flat of my tongue, then taking it between my teeth, pulling it out from her tit and toying with it with my tongue, Juanita lost it. The first thing I noticed was she seemed to be trying to shove my face through her breast. Her hands behind my head were like a vice. She threw her head back and sucked in more air but this time it was more like "Ayyyyyyyeeeii" that came out. Her voice trembled as she said it, almost like a vibrato on a guitar. I played with her right tit for a good ten minutes or so, then was able to get her to release me enough to move to the other one. Several times over the twenty minutes I played with her tits, her whole body shivered for several seconds and her grip got tighter. I assume she had several small orgasms but I didn't ask. While I'd been working on her breasts, I'd maneuvered her around so that her back was up against the mattress. I put a hand out to catch her and was able to get a pillow under her. I moved her until her head was almost touching the wall on the side of the bed, then moved down to that navel. It was dark inside, a shadow that seemed to go on forever. I kissed around it, using my tongue to add exclamation points to my kisses, finally digging deep with my tongue. That caused her so suck in an immediate lungful along with the usual "Ay," and she bent at the stomach, as if trying to back into the mattress to escape my tongue. Both hands went to my ears and pulled up towards the ceiling. I didn't let her pull me away but I didn't continue inside her navel, either. I licked all over her tummy, like it was covered in chocolate and I was trying to clean it off. She kept squirming and held onto my ears but she didn't try to stop me. I moved down to the black triangle of hair that pointed to her center. I nuzzled it, first with my chin, then my mouth and nose. So soft. It smelled of Juanita. Her body, her sweat and a little of her excitement. As I relished the experience, I nudged her thighs apart. She held her arms out, to bring me up to her so we could screw, I suppose. I had other things in mind before that. I moved down and brought my face between her legs. Her outer lips were bloated with blood and I could see hints of pink beneath them. There was a sizable lump at the top of her sex and there were beads of moisture in the hair on either side of her lips. The smell was an aphrodisiac all its own. I think it finally hit her I wasn't down there for just a quick look. "Ay! Pete. What are you doing?" "I'm going to eat you all up, Little Girl." "Oh, No. Please. That's dirty. It's where I go to the bathroom. I bleed from there every month. I can feel that I'm leaking down there so it must smell." "The most beautiful smell in the world," I answered. "I bet nobody's ever done this to you before, have they?" "No. It's dirty." "Why? Don't you bathe, Juanita?" "Of course I do. I showered after I put Enrique to bed." "See? There's nothing to worry about. Just give me five minutes. If you want me to stop then, I will. If I do anything to hurt you, tell me and I'll stop right away. Relax. I'm sure you'll enjoy it." I didn't give her a chance to answer, I just stuck my tongue out and swiped from just above her vagina to just below her clitoris. I heard, the breath being sucked in and felt her body rise off the bed a bit. And then I heard "Ay" and felt her hands on my head just above my ears. Not grabbing onto anything but in a position where they could either push me closer or pull me away. She seemed to relax with each swipe of the tongue. On the fourth one, I went that extra inch and ran my tongue over her clit. She dug her butt into the bed, sucked in another lungful, gasped "Ay" and grabbed onto my ears. About five minutes later we both discovered that Juanita is a squirter with the correct application of oral sex. I was taken by surprise and jumped back and she got all apologetic about peeing on me when she came down from her high a couple of minutes later. It took some convincing to get the difference between pee and orgasmic secretions into her head. I discovered that Juanita had never tasted herself. She wasn't sure if she liked it or not. Probably because of where it came from. That could be fixed. We lay in each other's arms, her head at the top of my chest. My erection was pressed into her leg. She finally came down from her high enough to realize I was there and grabbed onto me. "I want this inside me. Please, Pete." "Juanita, I don't have any condoms. Are you safe?" "I'm fine. Please, Pete." I eased her over onto her back and she opened her legs like a blossoming flower. I rolled over so I was between her legs. She still had my cock in her hand and she pulled it into place, where she wanted. it. I could feel the warmth of her at the very tip. Neither of us said anything; we both pushed at the same time and suddenly I was completely wrapped in a hot, moist, satin glove. Another breath only this time it was more of an "Aiyyeeei" She raised her legs on either side of me. One of her hands was between my shoulders and the other was wrapped in the hair on the back of my head. She pulled me into her for a deep kiss and seemed to pull her butt into the mattress. I pulled back. She was right there with me when I started to push back in, rising up to meet me. We continued at it, each having differing views about speed. I was trying to keep it slow so I could last more than a minute or two. She was so warm, so moist, so smooth and soft. She was going for her peak and wanted it hard and fast. We were able to compromise and I went a little faster, gritting my teeth in an attempt to keep going until she was satisfied. "Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay... [suck] AYYYIIIEIEEEEII!" I pushed in as deep as I could and spurted three or four times. I rolled off her and lay on my side, holding her. She had both arms around me, her hands in the middle of my back. My left arm was underneath her and my right hand was resting on her butt. "Just hold me, Pete. It was never like that before." We lay there in each other's arms. Juanita's breathing eased off and she fell asleep. It wasn't long before I joined her. I woke up and the sun was shining. Juanita was gone. If not for the stains on my comforter, I might have thought it was all a dream. But it was too real to be a dream. There was no note, no phone number, nothing left behind. I've started taking walks around the neighborhood since then. I had to do some fast talking when I hopped a fence and put my hand on the shoulder of a youngster who looked like Enrique from the back. I take different routes home when I'm driving, going slowly so I can look out for one of them. I don't know. Maybe I'm a stupid old man, too romantic for my own good. Maybe all she wanted was her extra hour of not being lonely. If she told me that, I'd feel a lot better. I know that now I've tasted what we had to offer each other I want more. I can't imagine that she doesn't. Until she tells me she's not interested, I'm going to keep looking for my Juanita. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2009-11-04 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------