I wasn’t sure what handicap he had, but it should have been low considering all the time he spent on the course. Truthfully, I didn’t mind holding the fort on a regular basis. He paid me well and, usually, trade was steady without any mad rushes, just a trickle of customers.
I could cope and, on this particular afternoon, it was quiet enough that I even had time to sort out the stock in the back room and bring out some new lines to put on the display shelves.
As the clock ticked towards closing, I was delighted when a cute girl about my age came into the store. In fact, she was making a return visit. Earlier in the day, my uncle had shown her a selection of shoes and I’d heard her tell him that she would think about her choices. As she left, I’d held the door open for her and we’d exchanged polite smiles.
Uncle had shaken his head and grinned at me when I closed the door.
“What?” I’d said, seeing the smirk on his face.
“Nothing,” he’d replied but I heard him mumble something about ‘loves young dream’ as he turned his back on me and started putting shoes back in their boxes. He’d left shortly thereafter for his round of golf.
Now the girl was back and she told me that she still couldn’t make up her mind about the pair she really wanted. I said that was okay and suggested she should look around, take her time.
She picked out several pairs, and I assisted her in trying them on. I must say, she was probably the most modest, prim and proper girl I’d met. She wore a knee-length skirt, kept her hands firmly in her lap and, although I knelt in front of her, I was denied my customary glimpse of inner thigh let alone panties.
However, eventually, she bought some pumps and while I rang up the sale at the cash register, we chatted some more. I found out that she’d graduated from high school the previous year and was working for the phone company. Her name was Ann and she lived with her parents. Her dad was a school janitor and her mom was a homemaker.
I told her that I was relatively new in town, was living with my grandparents and working for my uncle. I liked the girl and so I asked if she’d like to go to a movie with me sometime. Happily, she agreed and gave me her phone number. I called her two nights later, talked a while, and arranged to meet for our movie date the following night.
As it happened, my grandparents attended the same church as Ann and her parents and knew them quite well. Grandma gladly let me borrow her car for my night out.
After the movie – I can’t even remember what it was – we drove around until I parked on a fairly dark, secluded street. I was surprised that demure Ann was a willing kisser and a pretty good one at that. We made out on the front seat for a while but, when I tried to feel her tits or under her skirt, she knocked my hands away.
I even held her hand and tried to place it in my lap but she wouldn’t have any of that. Needless to say, I had a huge boner and was mighty frustrated with a sad case of blue balls. So, I dropped her off at her house and went home. When I got into my bedroom, I promptly jerked off and went to sleep.
On our next date, we had a meal, went on to a movie and returned to her house. Her parents were out, playing cards with neighbours, so we had the house to ourselves. I was excited as hell.
We sat on the couch in the family room in the basement, and Ann turned on the TV. I put my arm around her and we started kissing.
“I want to touch your breasts,” I said, coming up for air. “Can I feel them? Just for a minute… please?”
She nodded, a little smile on her lips, but her eyes remained downcast. So, I opened her blouse and lifted up the cups of her bra. At first, I simply gazed at her boobs, admiring them. They were not huge but were wonderfully shaped. I gently rubbed her right boob and tweaked her nipple. Within a few seconds, she’d pushed my hand away.
“That wasn’t even half a minute,” I protested. “Please, count to sixty and then I’ll stop.”
I reached for her tits again, rubbed my palm over a nipple and quickly licked and kissed her other breast and nipple. Her nipples were getting stiff when she pushed me back.
I stopped and watched her pull her blouse together and button it.
“Thanks,” I said and we kissed some more before I made my next request. “I want to touch you between the legs. Just for a minute. Is that okay?”
“Okay,” Ann allowed, virtually whispering.
I raised her skirt and ran fingers over her crotch. I felt the heat of her sex through the material and managed to work inside and touch her furry mound.
“I’m counting now,” she said.
I caressed her curls, working my fingers up and down. Her thighs were not parted enough for me to access her pussy but her mound was both warm and moist to my touch as I played with her curly hair.
She must have sixty because she promptly pulled my hand away.
“Do you want to touch me?”
“No, that’s okay,” she said, straightening her skirt.
“But I want you to feel it, Ann,” I said and, without waiting for further protest, I unzipped my pants. Having anticipated what I wanted to happen that night, I didn’t wear a belt or underwear. I enjoyed going commando, anyway.
I rapidly lowered my pants while Ann sat and watched, her gaze on my crotch. My cock was revealed at full erection, pulsating and proud, and I think Ann held her breath at the sight. Gently, I grasped one of her hands and placed it on my cock. She lightly touched it with her fingers, applying a little pressure here and there. I took her hand and closed her fist around me, about midway along my shaft. Holding her wrist, I encouraged her to stroke up and down. She caught on and I took away my hand away, leaving her to slowly rub up and down my hot and firm length.
“Do you like my cock?”
“Sure.” Still whispering.
“Do you like pumping it like that?”
“I guess.” She smiled.
“I want to feel you again while you do that. Okay?”
“Okay.”
I reached up her skirt again and slid fingers inside her panties. I tugged at them, hoping to draw them down her thighs, and she lifed up her butt. I was surprised, and grateful, for her help and I pulled her panties all the way down to her ankles and off.
She then let her thighs relax open and I had access to her pussy. She was damp, not yet wet, and I grazed her vagina opening with a thumb while I trailed my fingers along her pussy lips. She continued rubbing my cock and became a bit more earnest and firm with her strokes.
I slipped a finger between her pussy lips and immediately her breathing quickened and she squirmed on the couch seat. I intensified my rubbing of her lips before easing a finger into her tight opening. I probed with my finger, going in and out an inch at a time, until her juices eased my passage. I pushed in further, then added a second finger, sliding both in up to the hilt. I moved them in and out, around and around, up and down.
She was tight but I managed to insert a third finger and developed a steady rhythm. Her aroma was extremely powerful, much more so than any other I had encountered. It was pungent… and, truthfully, I didn’t care for it too much!
In a short time, Ann had got into my finger fucking rhythm and she squirmed, moaned and gasped, her hips gyrating as my fingers delved into her sopping depths.
“Please, take off your bra,” I said. “I want to kiss your lovely breasts.”
She let go off my throbbing cock, unbuttoned her blouse again and released the front clasp on her bra, exposing her round boobs. I kissed first one and then the other, tugging and pulling on each nipple in turn. They became firm and hot in my mouth.
“Ann, I want to make love to you. Is that okay?”
Her hand had a firm grip on my cock and she squeezed it, nodded and gasped.
Without standing, I reached down into my pant’s pocket for a condom. I kicked off my pants, removed my shirt and got between her legs. Condom in place, she reached for my cock and guided it to her opening. I slowly inserted and she raised her hips to accept and welcome my penetration. I was amazed when she immediately set a rapid pace, seemingly in a hurry to reach her climax. I matched her rhythm and my thrusts were met with unbridled enthusiasm.
She gasped and bucked, devouring all my rigid length, and came furiously, great sighs thundering through her body while her pussy spasmed and clutched my cock with a firm grip. Her muscles worked their magic but I wanted to hold off. I rode her slowly while her orgasm faded. I replaced my thrusts with circular grinding motions, her belly beneath mine.
Once her breathing had seemingly returned to normal, I asked, “Did you enjoy that?”
“Ohhh, yesss, it was wonderful. Thank you.”
I slowly rolled my belly on hers and she purred. “Did you come?”
“No. I want to cum in your mouth. Will you go down on me?”
She smiled wickedly. “You guys all like that, don’t you?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Okay, why not?”
I pulled out slowly and stood, removed the condom and put it in the trash basket at the end of the couch. She sat up and leaneds forward, grasping the base of my cock. Her other hand went to my nuts. She licked the tip of my cock and all around the knob and then up and down the shaft. My foreskin had completely retracted and my cockhead was fully engorged, purplish in color. She fondled my nut sac while she licked up and down my cock.
Her tongue work was magical. I murmured, “Oh wow, that is so good Ann. You are so good.”
She mumbled something and took my cock into her mouth. It was hot and wet inside and felt so good in there. She bobbed her head up and down and sucked strongly and deeply.
I put my hands in her hair and massaged her temples as she sucked. I helped her with the rhythm and slowly thrust, gently face fucking. She took me so deep, I could feel my cockhead in her throat.
“Mmm… mmm,” she murmured, wiggling and waggling her head sideways.
The pressure was too much for me and I started to cum from deep within my ball sack. My cum shot down her throat, spurt after spurt, and Ann took it all, gulping and swallowing furiously.
She sucked and licked until my cock lost its hardness. “Wow,” she said, looking into my eyes, “you had a big load, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, I did. Gawd, thank you so much, Ann, that was awesome, I loved it.”
We sat beside each other on the couch. Ann’s skirt covered her thighs again and she’d closed her blouse. I was still naked but had picked up my shirt and it lay in my lap. Noticing a huge damp spot on the couch, I took a couple of tissues from a box on the coffee table, mopped up and threw them into a trash basket. Then I leaned towards Ann and reached under her skirt. She instantly parted her legs and I caressed her pussy lips. She was really wet and slick with her own juices and she sighed as my fingers worked within her cunt.
“Have you had sex with many guys?” I asked.
She chuckled. “Yes, a few. Is it that obvious? I try to be discrete.”
“Well, you are very, very good Ann. Have you given head to many guys?”
“About a dozen or so.” She giggled again. “You guys sure seem to like it.”
“A dozen? So, you like sucking cock?”
“Yes, I do. I like the feel of a cock in my mouth and my hands can’t get enough of holding your balls.”
“What about the taste of cum?”
“Hmm, oh yes, I love the taste and the feeling of a guy’s hot cum gushing into my mouth, flooding my throat and bathing my tonsils. One time, a guy called Earl shot out so much cum, and it was so thick, I couldn’t handle it all. Some dribbled out. He didn‘t seem to mind, though. Usually, I can handle any and all loads.”
By now, I had buried two fingers deep in her vagina and I poked in and out, fast. Ann was soon squirming, humping my hand and breathing hard.
“Don’t stop, that feels so good. I’m gonna cum again.”
Her pussy went into another series of spasms and she squeezed my fingers. Her secretions bathed my hand and the strong aroma was nearly overpowering. She fell quiet and still as her climax ebbed.
Trouble was, my cock was ready for more action. I leaned back on the couch and told her to kneel between my legs. “Got a present down there for you, Ann,” I said.
She looked at my towering erection and grinned. “Do you ever!”
She put a hand on each knee and her mouth engulfed my cock. She sucked the head and then slid up and down the shaft, slowly at first but picking up speed, going faster and faster. She seemed to enjoy it as much as I did.
While she bobbed up and down, I held the base of my cock and slightly stroked my rigid rod. My fingers met her lips on my upstroke and it wasn’t long before I unloaded into her mouth and down her throat. She milked the last few drops, licked me clean, and we both said, “That was so good.” We laughed.
Standing to dress, I spied more damp spots on the couch. I used a few tissues in an attempt to blot up the stains and tossed them in the trash basket. Ann’s pungency seemed to be everywhere: in the air, on the couch, in her hair, on me!
We shared a couple of kisses and hugs at the door before I drove home. I was sexually sated, exhausted, but fulfilled, too.
My grandparents hadn’t returned home yet so I had a shower and went upstairs to my bed.
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I was awakened by my Grandma screaming up the stairs, “Bobbie, Bobbie… you get down here right this minute. Do you hear me, Bobbie?”
‘What the fuck?’ I thought and shouted back, “Yes, I hear you. I’m on my way.”
I put on my bathrobe and went downstairs. Grandma was shaking with anger and started into me about ruining the poor girl, having my way with her, what if she’s pregnant? and so on.
At first, I didn’t know what to say. What the fuck had happened here? How did they know about our night?
It seemed that the phone had rung just after my grandparents arrived home. Ann’s mother had hollered down the phone, bawling her head off and accusing me of ruining her daughter. Grandma was shocked and asked her what had happened.
According to Grandma, when Ann’s folks got home, her mother thought she could sniff sex in Ann’s hair and on clothes. She guessed we would have been down in the family room and she’d gone down to the basement to investigate. There she found the condom and tissues in the trash – and telltale damp spots on the couch. Oh dear!
I was at a loss then because a gentleman does not kiss and tell. But I was being unfairly accused. When Grandma paused from giving me shit, I said, “I am sorry to disappoint you but, in my defence, Ann was not a virgin. In fact, she is sexually very experienced even if her Mother doesn’t know it. She’s had lots of sex partners.”
Grandpa piped up with, “What if she’s pregnant?”
“I wore a condom, Grandpa. Anyway, I didn’t cum until she went down on me.”
They were both shocked. Grandma stuttered, “You mean she… she… she?”
“Yes, she did. She is very experienced at that as well.”
Grandpa grinned from ear to ear. “It sounds like you had quite a night, young Bobbie.” He chuckled. “Ahhh, the good old days,” and he winked at Grandma.
That put a smile on her face and soon she was giggling. Then we were all laughing. When things quietened down, Grandma said, “Of this, we three shall never ever speak again. Agreed?”
Grandpa and I said, “Agreed,” and we all went off to bed.
With all that had been said, and also thinking about what trouble Ann might be in with her parents, I had trouble getting back to sleep. In the stillness of the night, I heard mumbling voices from my grandparent’s bedroom. Then silence again… until it was suddenly broken by the squeaking of their bed.
I grinned broadly and chuckled my way off to sleep.
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Thanks to JWren for all the editing assistance.
