I got up, stretched myself and picked up my tools, intent on heading inside for a hot shower. I looked down to see the by now fairly obvious result of my brief fantasy. My cock lay hard against my stomach, its head throbbing under the waistband of my underwear. Blushing, I held the fork and trowel in front of me then quickly headed for the shed to put them away. The door swung shut behind me, and I leaned against it, my hands quickly undoing the top button and then sliding them and my underwear down my thighs, releasing my cock, which felt harder than it had for a long while.
“Oh God,” I mumbled as my right hand curled around my shaft and slowly started stroking, squeezing gently. My other hand reached up to pinch my hard nipples, my eyes closed and the image of Jennifer with her legs spread as she got out of her car, her eyes locked on mine, filled my mind. My hand moved faster, up and down my shaft as I felt myself nearing a hurried climax…
“Jerry! Darling, where are you?” The sound of my wife’s voice came too late, my cock exploded in my hand and my body jerked as my cum squeezed out and dribbled down over my fingers. “Oh, fuucccckkkkk… mmmm,” I moaned quietly as my cum dripped onto the floor of the shed, my cock throbbing after my delightful release.
“Just putting the tools away, sweetie,” I replied, a smile crossing my face as I looked down at my own “tool” shrinking in my hand. “I’ll be out in a minute, just cleaning up in here.” My smile widened, as I reached out for a rag and wiped myself before pulling my shorts and underwear back up.
“The kids are on for dinner, darling, so get in that shower and get ready,” she responded. With my equipment now returned to its flaccid state, I turned and opened the door and strode inside, my smile still on my face.
“Just give me five minutes, and we’ll head out.”
The shower felt good as I washed away the dirt and perspiration of the day’s labours. As I stepped out of the steaming shower, I glanced at myself in the mirror as I toweled myself off. Despite my age, I had taken care of my body and continued to do so… 6’1, 165, a flat tummy and a “great butt” as my wife kept reminding me. I flexed as I wondered what Jennifer would think. Was she just a big flirt, or…
“Let’s go Jerry, we’re all waiting.” My wife’s voice cut through my thoughts, and I moved into the bedroom to throw on a pair of jeans and a casual pale blue shirt, deliberately leaving out any underwear, which always made me feel a lot sexier when I went out like that in public.
“Right, let’s get going then,” I glanced across at Jennifer and caught her eye. She smiled, and then turned to follow our son out to the car. I opened the front door for my wife and the back door for Jennifer, who waited for my wife to get in before she slowly stepped into the back seat. She looked up at me, smiling as she spread her legs a little and shimmied her delicious bottom over the leather seat, then slowly pulled her other leg into the car.
“You sexy little tease,” I thought to myself as I caught another glimpse of those white panties. Yes, she knew that I would look, she wanted me to look, so I looked…. then closed the door, hopefully before my wife or son caught on.
“You’re very lucky to have such a perfect gentleman for a husband, Mrs. T,” Jennifer commented as we began our short drive to the restaurant. I glanced up in the mirror and saw that she had moved so that she could see my eyes in the reflection. She winked. I blushed. Thankfully, my son was busy with his cell phone and oblivious to the sexual communication between his girlfriend and his father.
“That’s the English side of him, Jen,” my wife responded. “Perfect gentleman, great sense of humour, and, of course, that accent, which you seem to like so much.”
“Oh gosh yes, I bet every girl he talks to loves it.” She moved her head slightly and let her tongue drift over her lips, wetting them as I watched. That familiar delightful tingle returned.
“Well, Jerry, do all the girls you talk to love your accent as much as I do?” She pursed her lips and blew me a quick kiss. I looked across at my wife, but she was looking out of the window at the Christmas lights still decorating the strip mall.
“Yes, but none of them are as pretty as you, Jennifer,” I replied as I winked back at the precocious young girl. Thankfully, we had just pulled in to the restaurant parking lot, so I turned into an empty space and shut the car off.
“Kenny, perhaps you could get the doors for your Mother and Jennifer while I go and find a table for us,” Jennifer pouted. My wife smiled, oblivious to the young girl flirting with her husband.
I found a table in a quiet corner of the room and then held the chair next to me for my wife. Jennifer quickly laid claim to the seat across from me and sat down. As I took my seat, I looked up and saw Jennifer’s erect nipples poking through her top.
“Good evening, welcome to Franks,” the tall young waitress smiled at us and handed each of us a menu. “Oh, hi Mr. T, Mrs. T, I’m sorry, I didn’t recognize you for a second. They make this place darker and darker, I swear. How are you both?”
“We’re doing just fine, thank you Susan. How are you?” I looked up at the young girl as she stood by the table.
“Oh, y’ know, working too hard as always. It’s nice to see you again, Mr. T. It’s been a while,” she smiled at me. I smiled back. My family didn’t need to know that I came in to the bar here perhaps a little more often than I should.
Just as I was about to suggest a bottle of wine, I felt a foot brush against my ankle. Jennifer, her angelic face buried almost theatrically in her menu, let a smile play across her mouth as she slipped her pretty foot slowly up and down my calf.
“Red for me please,” she lifted her head and met my eyes, her foot moving higher until it rested on the chair between my legs.
“Red it is. Light or full-bodied? Darling? They have a nice Pinot, or a Syrah, I’m good with either. Oh!” I gasped as I felt Jennifer’s foot slip higher between my thighs. ‘Thank God for oversize tablecloths,’ I thought to myself.
“Are you okay, Jerry?”
“Yes, frog in my throat.” I coughed a couple of times in a pathetic attempt to cover the real reason for my exclamation, and it seemed to work. Jennifer’s covert smile turned into a loud giggle as she pushed her foot higher still.
“Here, have a drink of water, Jerry.” She leaned forward, letting her flimsy blouse fall open to reveal the rise of her young breasts and a glimpse of her lace bra as she proffered her glass of water. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” she asked, wiggling her brightly painted toes against my inner thigh.
‘Well, you might stop trying to rub your pretty little foot against my cock,’ I thought, but wisely kept to myself. Instead, I confirmed my desire for the bottle of Syrah to our waitress and thanked Jennifer for her water, taking a big gulp as I felt my groin begin to respond to this gorgeous young teenager.
“Okay I’m starving, let’s order,” I suggested, opening my menu.
“Filet for me, darling please, I need to find the bathroom.” My wife rose from her chair as the waitress gestured to the far reaches of the dining room.
“Wait for me Mom. I’ll have the same please Dad.” Kenny got up and both of them wandered off.
Once they were out of earshot, Jennifer smiled at me and pressed the sole of her foot against my hardening cock.
“Oh fuck, your cock feels so good Jerry. You make me so wet. Look what you’ve done to my nipples.” She let her hands fall to her shapely breasts and she caressed herself, slowly running her palms over them before pinching them between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, and moaning softly.
“You like watching me don’t you, Jerry? And you like the feel of my toes wiggling against that lovely cock of yours, don’t you?” Her foot started to move up and down my shaft. “You want to come in your pants for me, don’t you?” Her foot moved faster, masturbating my cock under the table. “Mmmmmm, please Jerry, use your hand, quickly, jerk yourself off for me, right now baby. I want you to cum all over my pretty toes.”
I don’t know exactly what made me do it, but I moved my hand under the table, unzipped my pants, and released my hard cock. Jennifer watched my expression as I started masturbating, the back of my hand brushing against the soft sole of her foot as she continued to press against me.
“Mmmm, I think it’s so hot that you like young girls, Jerry. I want you so bad right now, baby. I want to feel that hard cock of yours deep inside me.” Her foot pressed harder against me, and her words brought me to the edge.
“Cum for me, baby.” Her mouth was partially open as her tongue moistened her lips, and she moved her foot over the throbbing head of my cock. “Squirt your hot cum all over my foot, baby. Oh, fuck, Jerry, my panties are soaked.”
The feeling of her rubbing the head of my penis against her soft sole, coupled with the mental image of Jennifer’s wet panties under her short skirt was too much for me. My hips jerked upwards several times as I spurted onto her pretty foot and between her toes. The overtly sexual teenager sitting casually across from me as I orgasmed for her smiled at me and whispered, “Mmm, that is so hot, Jerry, I can feel your warm cum all over. I’d love to watch you sucking and licking my pretty foot.”
“Now, tuck that back in your pants, Jerry, before Kenny and his Mom come back,” she giggled. “Now I’ll have to go to the bathroom and take care of a little problem I have.” She stood up as the others returned to the table and politely excused herself.
I watched her from behind my menu, a smile playing on my lips…
