The relentless rain had been pouring down for the past few days, and today was no exception. By the time I sprinted home from the bus stop, I was drenched to the bone. My old bones complained all the way, and I was completely out of breath. As I was about to insert my key into the keyhole, I spotted Amy, my daughter's neighbor, sitting on her porch, equally soaked. And equally miserable.
"Hey, Amy!" I shouted over to her. "What's going on?"
"Hello, Mr. Martin!" The young girl greeted. But upon closer inspection, 'young girl' was no longer an apt description. She had blossomed into a young woman, I noted. Goodness, how time does fly. "I've lost my keys and my mother won't be back until dusk. So, I'm stuck until she returns," Amy explained.
"In this weather?" I questioned, but she merely shrugged in response. "Come inside and wait for her here."
"Really?" Amy asked me, visibly excited at the prospect of escaping the rain.
"Of course. Come inside," I reassured her.
I swung the door open and Amy swiftly darted onto the porch, seeking shelter under the dry roof of my house. She hurriedly stepped inside.
I observed that her light-pink T-shirt was drenched, just like the rest of her body, right down to her shoes. The moment she stepped inside, she began to shiver uncontrollably. The poor girl was freezing.
"Follow me," I instructed, gesturing for her to trail behind me.
She removed her sodden sneakers, leaving them by the entrance before trailing after me. Her hair was drenched, and her cheeks bore a light blush, a result of the cold and dampness.
"Amy, are you okay? How long were you outside waiting?" I asked, my voice laced with concern as we navigated the hallway towards the bathroom.
"Roughly an hour and a half," she replied, her teeth beginning to chatter.
My concern for her was mounting. If I didn't warm her up soon, she was bound to catch a cold. "Head upstairs and wait in my bathroom. I'll find something warm for you to wear."
Amy nodded, complying with my instructions. I gave her some directions and advised her to remove her damp clothes to prevent catching a cold.
I'm a widower. My wife passed away years ago, and I felt too aged to consider remarrying. Luckily for Amy, I had kept some of my late wife's belongings. I hoped she wouldn't feel uncomfortable wearing them. I ventured into my wife's old wardrobe and selected a blouse and a skirt for her. I also grabbed a pair of white socks, certain that she would appreciate them.
Once I had gathered everything, I approached the bathroom and rapped on the door. "Come in," I heard her voice from inside. Without giving it much thought, I entered.
As I swung the door open, Amy was in the midst of discarding her final piece of underwear, a white pair of panties adorned with red dots, now soaked and see-through. Her pussy was veiled by a delicate layer of soft, light-brown pubic hairs, still wet, which made them appear a shade darker than the hair on her head. I flushed deeply at the sight of her, but she didn't seem perturbed. As I averted my gaze from her youthful pussy, I inadvertently found myself staring at her exposed breasts, which she made no effort to conceal.
Her petite breasts were just about the size that would snugly fit into the palm of my hands. At their center were two light-pink nipples, each the size of a pencil. She was a sight to behold. My blush deepened, but I couldn't tear my eyes away.
"I'm sorry!" I stammered, "I shouldn't have intruded. Here, you can put this on after your bath."
I pivoted to make my exit, but she stopped me by placing her hand on my shoulder. "Wait, I thought we were going to share the shower," she said.
"What?" I exclaimed in disbelief.
"You're soaked to the bone and need to warm up. If your house is anything like mine, there probably isn't enough hot water for two separate showers," she reasoned.
Amy's argument about the shower held some merit. It was highly probable that the hot water would be depleted by the time she finished her bath. And yes, I was soaked to the bone and shivering, making her proposition somewhat logical, albeit utterly insane and entirely inappropriate. Nonetheless, I found myself hesitating,
"Are you sure about this?" The only reason I hadn't already excused myself was the sincerity in her gaze and her unapologetic indifference towards her nakedness in my presence. Moreover, this young woman's enticing figure was stirring parts of me that I had long considered retired.
"Yes. Now come on. Let me help you undress," Amy declared, striding towards me and reaching for my jacket to start removing it.
When I invited her in, I didn't harbor any sexual intentions. However, it was becoming increasingly challenging to envision a scenario that wouldn't culminate in sex if things continued this way. And to be honest, I wasn't entirely opposed to that possibility.
I closed my eyes, allowing Amy to assist me in shedding my soaked clothes, the room's chilly air striking my now exposed skin. Once my jacket and shoes were off, I glanced down at my body, at the tent formed by my erect cock. She didn't pause for a moment upon seeing it, continuing to undress me. In the process, my freed cock inadvertently smacked her in the face.
"Wow... You have a really big dick," Amy commented, rubbing the spot on her head where my phallus had made contact. She then turned and stepped into the shower. Through the translucent door, I could see her slender figure, her pale skin flushing under the warm shower water. I glanced around, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around my waist to conceal my erection. Despite being in my own bathroom, I felt awkward standing there naked.
"Aren't you going to join me?" she asked as she lathered soap over her body.
I hesitated for a moment before dropping the towel and opening the shower to step in with her. We were incredibly close, her skin almost brushing against mine.
Amy continued her shower, seemingly unfazed by my presence. And she seem to enjoy moving her against my dick with every movement she made. I closed my eyes, letting the warm water cascade over my skin, attempting to distract myself. But as soon as I opened them again, my gaze drifted downwards. Her petite breasts, adorned with puffy areolas and stiff little nipples, were incredibly enticing. She glanced up at me, a bar of soap in her hands. "Would you help me clean my back, Mr. Martin?" She asked.
"Sure," I responded, taking the soap before she turned around. My erect cock rested against the small of her back, an undeniable presence she couldn't possibly ignore. Yet, she remained silent. I began to scrub her back, my arousal grazing her slick body.
Amy's back was taut, her waist barely discernible. Goosebumps peppered her skin, and the sight of water cascading down her youthful, hairless back, trailing all the way to her pert ass, sent my heart into overdrive. I ran my hand down her back, applying pressure to the sides of her waist. Her body was flawless, radiating warmth that I could feel against my skin. I traced a finger down her spine, daring to venture into her ass-crack, testing to see if she would protest. But she remained silent.
Emboldened, I allowed my hands to wander to the sides of her body, venturing up to her petite breasts, the backs of my hands grazing them. However, as soon as my palms brushed against her puffy nipples, she glanced back and said, "Stop being so timid and just do it. You know you want to."
I ceased my ministrations, taken aback by her response. "Do what?" I questioned, unwilling to jump to conclusions in case I had misinterpreted her.
Amy guided one of my hands with hers, leading it upwards until it rested at the base of her breast.
"You want to play with my breasts, don't you?" she suggested, guiding my fingers to pinch her nipple. I complied, pressing down and squeezing the small bud between my fingers. The young woman shuddered with pleasure, her eyes fluttering shut. I watched her, awestruck by the circumstances I found myself in.
Recognizing that any semblance of a boundary had been crossed long ago, I surrendered to the moment and began to earnestly fondle her breasts. I pinched the base of her nipples and tenderly explored the small mounds of flesh. I caressed her petite chest as it rose and fell, responding to my touch. The only sound that escaped from her was a soft, pleasure-filled moan. The preasure between her back and my cock, growing by the second.
"Okay, now it's my turn," she declared, interrupting my actions.
She pivoted and sank to her knees before me. Her hands discovered my rigid, thick member, encircling its length, and gently tugged at the skin as she began to stroke me. Her petite hands could barely encompass my girth. Her soft hands glided over my shaft, alternating in rhythm. The sensation of another's touch after such a long time was incredibly gratifying.
"I'm going to suck it now," Amy declared, pressing a kiss to the underside of my cock's head, gently licking and teasing the sensitive skin. She glanced up at me, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Are you going to let me do that?" she asked.
Finding words seemed an impossible task in that moment, so I merely nodded in response. Amy returned my nod with a radiant smile. "Thank you," she murmured sweetly, her lips pressing against my glans before parting to take me into the warm sanctuary of her mouth.
My member slid in, and I felt her petite tongue gliding along my length, caressing my sides. The young woman hummed in delight as my cock found a home in her mouth. Her lips clamped tighter and my eyes widened, a jolt of pleasure surging through me.
"Have you ever done this before?" I queried, astonished by her adept handling of my cock.
"A couple of times," Amy responded, maneuvering my cock upwards to gain better access to the remainder of my shaft and my pendulous balls. She was so delicate, so gentle, so petite... Yet so bold. She took her time pleasuring me, savoring every moment. The pressure of her tongue and lips was exquisite, and I was utterly at the mercy of her tantalizing touch.
Eager to gauge her willingness, I asked, "Have you ever pleasured a man's balls with your mouth?"
"I don't think so," she responded, before quickly adding, "May I?" Her voice was tinged with excitement at the prospect as if it was some kind of novel, risqué sexual adventure.
I couldn't suppress a chuckle, amused by her enthusiasm, and responded: "Please."
I experienced the gentle caress of her tongue as it lightly brushed against my scrotum. Then she enveloped one of my balls with her lips, causing it to disappear within her. She sucked it intensely, before releasing it from her mouth with a gratifying noise, then proceeded to the other one. As she skillfully slathered her saliva over my balls, it dawned on me that this wasn't her maiden passage in the realm of pleasuring a man's testicles. This girl was toying with me, and it was clear that she had done this before.
After lavishing attention on my balls for a while, she instructed, "Spin around."
"Pardon?"
"I can't quite reach your asshole from this position," Amy stated, her lips forming an endearing pout.
I stared at her, taken aback. Did she really just say that?
This was uncharted territory for me, but the offer was too enticing to refuse. So, I complied with her command and rotated my body. As I shut my eyes, I felt the heat of her tongue caressing my perineum. I sensed her fingers gently prying my ass cheeks apart and a soft, warm tongue tracing a slow, tender path along my asshole.
I was at a loss for words, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me. No one had ever touched me in such a tender, loving manner before. It felt almost reverential, sacred even. Amy's soft, moist tongue explored my anus, causing my knees to tremble. Her gentle hands tenderly stroked my hairy, crinkled ass.
I inhaled deeply, reaching back to find her hair—damp and thick. I pressed her face against my ass, pleading, "Eat me." I felt her lips and tongue pressing against my anus, causing it to twitch in anticipation. However, my desire momentarily stilled as I felt her warm breath on my puckered entrance, her lips gently kissing and tongue delicately licking it. Her hands widened the gap between my ass cheeks as her tongue began its exploratory journey.
The sensation of her delicate tongue and warm breath on my ass was exquisite. However, when she kissed my asshole, I reached my limit, the pleasure eliciting loud moans from me. Amy reciprocated, emitting a high-pitched whimper that sent shivers up my spine and made my cock twitch in delight. She was relishing this! The young woman was deriving pleasure from licking my asshole, and this realization was eye-opening.
"Okay," Amy suddenly announced, freeing herself from my grip. "Please, fuck me!"
She spun around and slightly bent over, arching her back and presenting her petite, yet well-rounded butt to me. I blinked several times, taking in the sight. This was not what I had anticipated for the afternoon, but how could I possibly back down now?
I allowed the water to cascade over my face and dampen my hair as I pondered my next move. Amy remained motionless, but I could sense her breath growing shorter, indicative of her anticipation for my decision. I studied her face - a mix of anxiety and eagerness to welcome me.
My mind was still clouded with arousal. I reached for her hips, drawing them closer. The petite girl's body remained utterly still, shivering as the tip of my cock grazed her damp folds.
"Are you certain about this, sweetheart?" I questioned her. I truly hoped she was, but I also wanted to offer her an opportunity to halt this if she wanted to.
She gave a nod, and I felt her damp folds gliding against the tip of my cock. Her lower lips parted, sliding to allow my cock to embark on its journey into the young girl's core. I could see her ass trembling and convulsing as I gently pushed the head inside her constricted body. She let out a sharp cry as the head penetrated her. I could feel her tight pussy clenching the head of my cock, and I had to focus intensely to prevent myself from climaxing instantly.
"That's it, sweetheart, let me in..." I whispered, seeing my big phallus penetrating the beautiful girl.
I felt my cock being encased in a warm softness that was incomparable to anything I'd experienced before. My fingers were anchoring her in place, digging into her skin, while she braced herself against the pressure of my cock, pressing her hands onto the clear shower glass.