Horny Teens And The Older Dude

There was a mix-up on my Thai takeout order. The middle-aged owner and the teenage girl working at the restaurant argued about it for a while, both blaming each other for screwing it up. For some reason my voicemail wasn't received, and they had to start the Pad Thai chicken from scratch.

I stood there waiting and the girl, I figured around eighteen, asked me how my day was going.She's probably just trying to smooth things over. I'm past sixty, ancient for her. Why would she have the remotest interest in how my day was going?But I had time to kill.

"It's a great sunny day out there. I just went for a long walk along the waterfront. How about your day?" I said, noticing for the first time her tight t-shirt, short skirt, and mid length curly blonde hair.

"I almost bought a Beetle convertible this morning. It was a 2006, in pretty decent condition and at a fair price," she blurted out. "But someone scooped it just before I was going to put an offer on it," she said with a pouty face.

"That's too bad," I said, attempting a consoling tone. "I had a Beetle years ago and I loved that car. It didn't have much power. In a strong head wind, I couldn't get over forty miles an hour in it!"

"What's that in kilometres?" she said, and I instantly realized that I was exposing our huge age difference.

"That's about sixty kilometres per hour."

We then had a discussion about how long Canada had been on the metric system, converting over to it in the mid seventies, and how some, especially older people had never completely adopted it.

While talking to her, I was getting quite horny, both from her friendly, seemingly genuine interest in what I was saying, and the fact that she had moved quite close to me, almost touching. She looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes as I blathered away.

There was a call from the kitchen. "Order up!"

She scurried away and came back carrying a brown bag.

"Here's your order, Greg. Sorry you had to wait so long for it," she said in a soft and sexy voice. "My name is Jess, by the way."

It turned me on when she used my name. She could have just handed it to me.

"I hope you get to buy a Beetle some day," I said to her, as I slowly walked towards the exit door. My inner voice was screaming, "God, I would love to strip your clothes off, and fuck you on the nearest table!"

I was on my way to my car when I heard her calling from the doorway.

"Greg, I have a favour to ask you."

I walked back towards her.

"I'm off in five minutes, and because I didn't get the car today, I have no way to get home. I live way out in the country, and there isn't any bus service. Could I trouble you for a ride home?"

"Sure, I can do that. I'll wait here for you."

I live alone so nobody was expecting me. I had a feeling that this could turn out to be a very interesting evening. But maybe I was reading her wrong. She was probably being extra nice because she was in a bind. It was a long five minutes while numerous thoughts coursed through my brain.

She came running out, her young boobs bouncing up and down. She headed over to the passenger door, opened it and jumped in.

"Wow, I love your car, Greg. I am so into convertibles! What kind of car is it?"

"It's a '68 Triumph TR-6. I've had it for many years. I only have it on the road during the summer."

Her short skirt rode up, exposing her shapely long legs as she settled into her seat and clasped the safety belt around herself.

"I love your shifter knob," she said grabbing onto it, and caressing it in a very suggestive way.

She gave me directions to her place, and we headed out onto the highway. She selected a hip-hop channel on my Sirius radio, and cranked it loud. She had this big smile on her face, the wind blowing through her hair, as we sped along through traffic.

We took an exit that led us to a winding, rather narrow road meandering through farmlands. I told her to hang on as we careened around corners. The TR-6 is great at handling them, but one was rather sharp and it threw her towards me. She shrieked and grabbed my thigh. As we straightened out, she didn't take her hand away.

"You're pretty muscular for an old guy," she said, running her hands up and down my leg. "How old are you... around seventy?"

"I'm sixty-one. I work out at the gym a lot and run three times a week."

She looked over at my lap.

"Wow, that's a nice bulge you have in your shorts! Am I turning you on? I didn't know old dudes could get so hard."

She raised her hand and placed it on my crotch.Wow, this is really happening,I thought as she fondled and squeezed my cock through the rather thin Lycra material.

"This is something I have to see."

She reached over, took hold of my zipper, and pulled it down. I was having trouble concentrating on the road, as she tugged down my jockeys. My full erection popped into view.

"Oh my god Greg, that's some cock you've got there!" She grabbed hold of it, ran her fingers down to the base and then back to the tip. She had this wide-eyed look on her face, her lips slightly parted, her tongue visible, breathing heavily as she continued to stroke it. "You have a great cock. It 's bigger than my old boyfriend's, and I love the way it throbs. I would love to suck it but I had a bad experience in a car doing that. We almost crashed into a semi!"

"Would you like to see my tits? I know you were staring at them at the restaurant." She didn't wait for an answer. She took hold of her t-shirt, pulled it over her head, unhooked the front clasp, and took off her bra. She tossed her clothes onto the floor.

"That feels so fucking good!" she yelled, leaning back on the seat as her perky teen breasts sprung into view. "I hate wearing a bra. Can you drive with one hand?"

"I think so," I said, wondering what she had in mind.

"Cool, touch them," she ordered.

She leaned over to make it easier for me. I took my right hand off the wheel, reached over and ran my fingers over her left and then the right one, as I tried hard to focus on the road ahead.

"Pinch my nipples. I love that."

I almost lost it on a corner as I was tweaking them and she began to moan.

"I think I should concentrate on where we're going!" I said, reluctantly removing my hand and placing it back on the steering wheel.

"Turn right at the next road. We're almost there."

She put her t-shirt back on, leaving the bra on the floor.

"Better zip up. I don't want the couple I'm renting from to get any ideas. The rent is cheap, as I help out with the farm work. I don't want to screw that up. Okay, go left into the next driveway. That's their house, looks like nobody is home. Their pick-up truck is gone. Head down the lane. I live at the end of it."

After a few twists and turns we pulled up in front of a cute little white cottage, decorated with red geraniums growing in window boxes.

"Would you like to visit for a while? It's kind of lonely out here and I really like to have company," she said, eyeing the diminished but still noticeable bulge in my shorts.

"I love swimming down at the river on hot days like this. Care to join me?"

"Sure, I love swimming. How far away is it?"

"Only a few minutes. Stay out here, and I'll grab some towels."

She came out and led me down a narrow trail. In a couple of minutes we arrived at the river. There was a nice sized pool, and the current was very gentle - a perfect swimming hole!

"Nobody comes here, so I always swim naked," she explained, peeling off her t-shirt, skirt and panties.

She ran into the water and didn't stop until she was fully immersed. I was admiring her gorgeous ass as I shed my clothes, quickly followed her into the water, and stroked hard to catch up with her. She was an excellent swimmer, and I didn't get close to her until she reached a sandbar about a hundred metres from shore.

"I love to swim!" she said, emerging from the water, squatting down, facing me, her legs slightly apart, giving me a partial view of her lightly golden haired pussy. "I started lessons when I was ten and just stopped competing in swim meets last year."

I came up to her, and she focused on my rather limp member.

"Wow, the water sure took a toll on your prick!" she said with a mischievous grin on her face. "Come here and let me help you with that."Oh my god, this keeps getting better and better.

My cock began to arch upward in anticipation of what was to come, as I walked up and stood in front of her. She opened her mouth, and I gently inserted it. I realized in an instant that she was definitely not a novice cocksucker. She licked the tip, and then swirled her tongue around paying careful attention to the glans and pee-hole.

"Cocks really turn me on," she said, holding onto my erection and viewing it up and down. "I love the way they swell and throb. It doesn't take me long to start dripping."

She moved her hand down to her pussy, inserted her index finger, and then took it out and held it up for me to view.

"See how wet I am. Care to taste it?"

"Delicious," is all I could come up with as I licked her spicy nectar.

She went back to my cock, licking from the top to bottom, and then lowered to my balls. She took them one at a time into her mouth while she slowly stroked my cock.

She seemed to really enjoy sucking and showed no inclination to stop. This was turning into a marathon, and I was loving every moment of it. I laid down on the warm sand and she got between my legs. I was sure that some pre-cum was oozing out, as once in a while she quickened her pace just when I was edging and getting close to cumming.

I was doing everything I could to delay my orgasm. I am usually pretty good at that, but she was driving me wild. Finally, after about ten minutes or so she eased up.

"Hey, I'm doing all the work. I'll give you something to do."

She turned herself around and lowered her pussy onto my face. She leaned over and slipped my cock back into her mouth. She sucked it deeply, and after a few attempts with slight gags, had my entire cock down her throat. As she furiously sucked me while grinding her pussy into my mouth, I alternately licked her clit and tongued inside her pussy.

I had ample opportunity to taste her sweet pussy juices as she dripped at a steady rate while we pleasured each other. I licked up to her anus once in a while, and she really loved that, sucking me harder and yelling out, "Oh fuck, that feels amazing!"

"I want to feel you inside me," she said, lifting herself up, facing me as she slowly lowered her pussy onto my stiff cock. She quickly got into a steadily increasing rhythm, moving up and down, all the way in and all the way out. She tilted her head back and threw her hair around, moaning and yelling obscenities as she came several times.

She rocked and rolled for quite a while and once again I was starting to lose control.

"I'm getting very close to cumming!" I said, rather loudly.

She started sucking me just in time as I let go of a torrent of cum. She moved back a few inches to watch the fourth spurt, that landed on her face all the way up to her hair. She sucked me again to receive the rest of it still oozing out. She took her hand and wiped her face, licked her fingers, and swallowed as much as she could.

"Fuck man, you sure cum a lot! It tastes a bit salty but I love it!"

We lay side by side for a while, enjoying the afterglow while the summer sun tanned and warmed our spent bodies. Then we swam across the river, retrieved our clothes and headed back to her cottage. We shared the Pad Thai after she warmed it up in her toaster oven.

I was just beginning to wonder if it was time for me to leave, when there was a knock on the door.

Jess opened it up and started screaming, "What the fuck! I thought you weren't going to be here until tomorrow!" They hugged and kissed for a few moments. When they separated, still in animated conversation, I saw an absolutely stunning brown-eyed beauty. She was dressed in shorts and a skimpy black tank top carrying a loaded backpack. Her boobs were slightly larger than Jess's.

"I managed to get an earlier flight. A guy I sat next to gave me a ride all the way out here." she gushed. "I think he wanted some sort of reward, but he was a bit of a nerd, so I convinced him otherwise."

She looked over in my direction. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"

"This is Greg. Meet Brooke, my BFF. He also gave me a ride out here, but hedidget his reward!" she said, with a huge emphasis on the 'did'.

She walked over, gave me a warm hug and kissed me on the lips. She then whispered in my ear, "I would have given you a reward as well. I love older dudes. They make such great lovers!"

"Brooke, you must be hungry," Jess said, gesturing towards the take-out container on the kitchen counter. "I hope you like Pad Thai. Greg and I were ravenous after our swim at the river, and there isn't much left," she said, leering at me, leaving no doubt that there was more than just swimming that gave us an appetite!

"I'll have some later, but right now I really need to get some exercise after being stuck in the plane and traffic all day. I'll just have a drink of water, then head out for a run. Any trails around here?" she inquired.

"There's about a 5K loop along the river and back. Does that work for you?"

"That's perfect; I need to get out of these clothes and put my running gear on."

I was shocked and instantly turned on when Brooke removed her shorts and top, leaving just her panties. She walked over to her backpack, and I had a side view of her ample tits as she grabbed a sports bra and slipped it over them. She put on her running shorts, a pink latex top, and laced up her sneakers.

"Anyone coming with me?"

"I'm going to relax and sip some wine on the back deck," said Jess. "What about you, Greg?"

"Sure, why not. It's such a nice evening, and I love trail running," I said, with an ulterior motive in mind, wondering how those gorgeous boobs would look bouncing up and down.

Jess gave us some directions, and we headed out. We ran side by side for a while, and without trying to be too obvious about it, I occasionally glanced over at Brooke. In spite of the restraining effect of the sports bra, she was still bouncing quite a bit. I was so fixated on her that I stumbled and almost fell, not noticing a root sticking out of the ground.

"Hey, you should be more careful. Keep your eyes on the trail!" she said, with a laugh, well aware of my lust for her.

She ran ahead and I followed close behind, now ogling her fantastic ass. I was completely oblivious to the beauty surrounding us - the quiet solitude, the sparkling sun-dappled river, and the narrow trail snaking through massive cedar and maple trees. I was totally fixated on her swaying ass and shapely muscular legs.

We reached a turning point that Jess mentioned to us, where a trail branched to the left that would take us back to the cottage. There was a short dock extending out into the river. Brooke jogged over to it.

"Let's take a short break. I really want to appreciate the moment," she said walking out to the end of the pier.

We spotted a blue heron on the other side of the river staring intently at the gently flowing water, ready to strike with its long pointed beak if any trout came into view.

"Greg, you're a pretty easy book to read. The look in your eyes and the swelling in your shorts show how badly you want to fuck me! I gave you a little show at the cottage. Would you like to see more?"

All I could do was nod as she grabbed the bottom of her bra and pulled it up, giving me a great close-up view of her tits. In spite of their size, they were very firm and upturned. Her nipples were erect, with puffy brown areolas encircling them.

"Oh my god, you are pretty excited looking at my tits!" she said, staring down at my rapidly expanding bulge.

She slipped her hand under my shorts, grabbed my cock, and started rubbing it up and down. While I was wondering where this was going, my cock now fully erect, she suddenly jumped back and sped away.

"That's all you get for now. Race you back!"

I hollered at her, "You bitch," as I tried to keep up with her but to no avail, each stride painful as my dick bobbed up and down.

I eventually relaxed, and my cock became flaccid, and I increased my speed. But I couldn't catch her, and as the cottage came into view, I saw her sitting beside Jess on the deck, a glass of red wine in her hand.

"Brooke told me about your little problem, or should I say big problem," Jess said, a mischievous grin on her face as I walked up to join them.

"It was so hard not to laugh," Brooke said, with an obvious attempt at a pun, "when I turned around and saw you hobbling along behind me!"

"That was totally unfair. You took advantage of my situation. I want a rematch, but not right now," I panted, trying to get my breath back.

"Come and sit down," Jess ordered. There's another glass if you'd like some wine, or I can get you a cold beer from the fridge?"

"I would really love a beer if it's not too much trouble."

"No worries, I'll get it for you. Oh, by the way, if either of you needs to freshen up, there's an outdoor shower on the corner of the house. It's just a coiled hose on the roof heated by the sun that will give you a few minutes of lukewarm water, until it runs cold."

"That sounds great. C'mon Greg, if it's only warm for a short time, we'd better shower together!"

"If you insist," I said, thinking that any moment I would wake up, as this must be a dream, and it couldn't possibly be real.

Brooke stripped naked, and I quickly followed. She turned a lever on the valve, and the water streamed down. It was quite warm and felt wonderful.

"Okay, now I'm going to make it up to you for causing so much discomfort earlier."

She reached down, and took hold of my cock that was already at half-mast. After I was fully erect, she bent down and started sucking on the tip. It felt so good, but I wondered what Jess would think when she came out and saw us. I didn't have to wait long for her reaction.

"Wow, you guys are really enjoying that shower. Can I join you?"

"Sure," said Brooke, "unless Greg has any objections?"

I smiled at Jess, and in an instant, she peeled off her clothes, ran up to us while Brooke returned to sucking. Jess and I french kissed as Brooke quickened the pace on my prick, taking it deeper until she had it partway down her throat. This continued for about another minute, and I was close to cumming, when the water suddenly turned ice cold. The girls screamed, and I felt a shiver run threw me.

"Let's get some towels and warm up," Jess said as we rushed inside.

We dried each other off, then Jess motioned towards the bed. We wrapped ourselves under the quilt, and pressed our naked bodies together. It didn't take long till the shivering stopped and the lovemaking began. Brooke threw the quilt down on the floor, and as I gazed at the two young nubile bodies on either side of me, my cock grew hard and pulsed back and forth.

"What do you think of Greg's cock Brooke? Isn't it beautiful? I could suck it all day."

"Yeah, I could too. Why don't we do it together!"

They bent over so their mouths were on both sides of my cock, licking up and down the shaft. Then they met at the tip and started to kiss. They really got into it, sucking their tongues and the tip of my cock at the same time. If they continued to do this, I couldn't hold out much longer. But then Jess pulled away.

"Oh my god Brooke, I can't believe we're doing this. Sucking cock is one thing, but I am really getting turned on kissing you. And you have such a beautiful body, especially your boobs. I remember when you were younger that you were kind of pudgy, smallish on top, but you've sure grown there, and this exercise kick has really toned you!"