“Mr. McDougal!” Cassidy yelled, while running up my driveway. “Can you help us?”
The lively seventeen-year-old daughter of my neighbor was frantic, almost to the point of panic. Thinking something terrible had happened, I jumped up from the rocking chair on my front porch.
“What is it?” I asked.
“My mom’s car won’t start, and I’m going to be late!” She said in a teenage panic. “I’ve got a meet in half an hour, and her stupid car won’t start, and…”
“Easy now,” I reassured her. “Let me see what I can do.” I set my coffee down and grabbed my keys. “If I can’t get her car started, you can use mine.”
We both walked over to her house. As I walked up the driveway, I could see the trail of gasoline coming out from under her car. It was an older car, but Paige took really good care of it.
“I’m sorry to bother you, Shamus,” Paige said, standing by her car. “Of all the times. Right?”
“Isn’t that how it goes?” I told her, with a smile. I could tell something wasn’t good there. “Look, Paige, take my car.” I handed her the keys. “I’ll take a look at this, just get Cassidy to where she needs to be.”
Paige gave me a hug, “Thank you, Shamus.” And they grabbed their gear, and took my car. “I don’t know how long I’ll be,” she told me, walking back to get my car.
“No worries,” I told her. “I’ll take a look at this while you’re gone.” And in no time, Cassidy was on her way to her meet. Another teenage catastrophe avoided.
Paige and Cassidy were new to the neighborhood. They moved in next door last year. Paige is a nice lady, mid to late thirties, slender build, long, wavy, dirty blonde hair with dark undertones. She’s always working, and when she’s not, she’s taking care of Cassidy. She’s on the high school dance squad, among other things.
Bright kid, quick wit. Spitting image of her mother, with straight brown hair. Cassidy is skinnier than her mom, as one would expect. And tries to be as calm as Paige, but kids these days panic over the littlest things. Like cell phone chargers.
I had her car fixed and running before lunch. A fitting broke off her fuel line, and I had one in my collection of junk parts I keep.
I’m a retired mechanic in my mid-sixties, six feet tall, about two hundred pounds. I take care of myself. I’ve got grandkids to wrestle with now. I moved here, into my mom’s old place, after she passed away a few years back. My kids have all moved on, and my wife. I miss her; she passed two years before my mom. Cancer knows no age.
I pretty much keep to myself here. Everyone knows everyone on this block, so things are usually quiet. I’ll take my scooter out for a ride when weather permits, or I’ll take a road trip to see the kids if they need something, or holiday dinners. But mostly, I’m just kicking back, enjoying the peace and quiet.
Paige knocked on my front door a little after three. “Here’s your keys,” she said, smiling at me. “Any luck with mine?”
“It’s all set,” I told her.
“How much?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I laughed. “Easy fix, and I had the part.”
“You’re amazing!” she said, giving me a big hug. “I’m going to make you dinner tonight.”
“Paige, that isn’t necessary.” I wasn’t trying to get out of her cooking. But a chance to just hang out with her would be nice.
“No,” she shot back sharply. “I insist.”
“Very well,” I said. “What time, and what should I bring to drink?”
“Be over in two hours,” she replied. “And you won’t need anything.”
Paige turned, and I watched her walk back around the hedge line. I actually stood there, watching her cute ass wiggle in her tight yoga-like pants as she did. It was really the first time I noticed how attractive she is. Being an older guy, I figured she’d have nothing to do with me. But if I were given an opportunity, I’d take it.
Paige looked smoking hot when she opened the door. “Come on in,” she said, waving her hand. She had changed into a nice fitting sundress that showed off her figure. Her smooth legs and firm thighs made me twitch in my pants, something I hadn’t felt in a while.
“Beer?” she asked.
“I’ve got to drive,” I said, jokingly.
“Sure,” she replied. “Have a seat.”
There wasn’t much in her place: a couch and table in the living room, assorted boxes here and there.
“Still moving in? Or packing again?” I asked.
“Just trying to get things sorted out,” she said. “After Mike and I split, I found out what little I really had.”
She handed me a cold beer, and we sat at the table. “I had to sleep on the floor for the first month, until I got my own bed,” she told me. “Things were tight in the beginning, but I’m getting there.”
“Paige, don’t hesitate to ask me if you need anything,” I told her, hoping in my mind she wouldn’t but offering to help, as I should. I mean, I really wanted to help her out of that dress.
Paige took a long drink from her beer. “There is one thing I need,” she said, pulling another long swig from her beer. “Could you help me with something upstairs?”
“Sure,” I said, setting my beer down.
Paige jumped up, “Follow me,” she said, headed to the stairs. “It’s just up here.”
Paige walked slowly up the stairs. I could see that she wasn’t wearing anything under her skirt. Her thighs went up, and up, to make the most perfect ass. It was so perfect, it’s a shame she has to sit on it. As she reached the top step, she stopped to bend over.
“God! I wish she’d stop doing this,” she said, reaching to pick something up. Her ass just inches from my nose. And a red jewel tucked right in between those perfect ass cheeks. “Do you like the color?” she asked.
“I love me some red,” I laughed.
Paige turned to look at me, smiling. “Go ahead then,” she said.
I placed a small kiss on her inner upper thigh and lightly dragged my tongue across to her pussy. I heard her exhale slightly as I placed some light kisses on her.
“Mmm, you like teasing, Don’t you?” Paige purred as I kissed and licked around her jewel.
My hands worked up her legs and all over her ass. She wiggled her ass in my face a little more as I slipped down a little further. I put my elbow on the step and held her ass with my other hand. I licked up and down her sweet-tasting slit, flicking my tongue on her clit, then back up and down.
Paige put her elbows and knees on the top of the stairs. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and kept my tongue working her pussy over, teasing her by slipping it in her, then pulling out to lick around it, then back in again. Tasting her pussy was amazing; it had been so long for me, I was just enjoying myself.
I could feel that Paige was, as well. Her ass moved towards my mouth every time I moved it, like we were playing a little game of oral keep away for a little bit there, until she finally had enough.
“OK, Mr. Likes-To-Tease,” she said while standing up. “This way.” Paige took my hand, leading me to her room.
Once inside, she closed the door behind us and squatted down. “I want to thank you, the proper way,” she said as she pulled my pants down. “Mmm, I love it.”
Paige wrapped her fingers around my hardening cock. “I think we’ll be having a lot of fun,” she said, smiling. She opened her mouth, taking me halfway, and my hips shook. I hadn’t felt a mouth like that in years. Her lips felt like silk around my cock. Her hand stroked in unison with her mouth. I was on the verge in no time.
“Paige, this old man is about to blow,” I told her.
“Mmm,” she cooed. “Then cum in my mouth,” she said as she sucked the fillings out of my teeth! I came so hard and fast I felt somewhat ashamed of myself. I don’t ever recall cumming that quickly with my wife, rest her soul. But Paige had some mad cock sucking skills.
“Mmm,” she purred, her lips still firmly wrapped around my cock. “You taste so good.” She licked me clean. “I want more.”
“So do I,” I told her. I lifted her up and laid her on the bed. “My turn now.” Paige spread her legs; a tuft of hair, neatly trimmed, pointed to her clit. I didn’t waste a second sliding my tongue deep into her sex. I savored every little part of her that I could reach. Pressing my chin on her little jewel had her squirming even more as she grabbed a hold of my hair, wailing out in pleasure.
When I heard her scream, “I’m cumming!” I slid my fingers in her, hitting that little spot in her that was just out of my tongue’s reach. Paige clamped her thighs tightly around my head, pulling my hair even harder. I reached up and pulled her jewel out, just a little. Her hips shot up as she bellowed even louder. I could have heard her from my house. And I think the couple in the house to the other side of mine might have.
After Paige settled down, I gently pulled her top down, exposing her nice perky tits. They weren’t huge, but a perfect size for her body. Her pink nipples poked out. I kissed one while rubbing the other, switching back and forth. Her hand rubbed her clit a little, before she started tugging on my still hard cock.
“Fuck me?” she asked. Or maybe she was saying. I didn’t care then. I swiped the head of my cock up and down her wet pussy. “Please,” she cried. “Stick your cock in me.” I poked the head of my cock into her. I held it there, while she tried to squirm it deeper into her. “Please don’t tease me,” she cooed softly. “It’s been so long.”
I slipped deep into her. Once I was all the way in, she wrapped her legs around me. “Stop!” she cried out. “Just hold it there.”
I brushed her hair back, looking into her eyes. Her eyes were so blue, so mesmerizing. I stole a quick kiss as she pulled me tighter, our mouths locked together. Our tongues wrestled as I started slowly working my hips up and down.
Paige moaned out, “Fuck me, baby,” as our bodies started a rhythmic serenade of passion. Paige held me tightly as she neared her climax. Her bed slammed into the wall as we both screamed out.
“I’m cumming!” she howled out as I was about to cum myself. I started to pull out. Paige pressed her feet against my ass. “Please cum in me! Please!” With that, I let it go. I could feel my load launch inside of her. We collapsed together on the bed.
Just as we were catching our breath, we were shaken back to reality by a clap, clap, clap in the background.
Cassidy was standing at the door. “I hope it’s a boy.”
