Coffee Girl
byalwayswantedto©

All characters are 18 or older.

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My wife died. That defines my life now. The kids are grown up and living far away, one on each coast. Both of them want me to sell the house and live near them but how can I decide between the two? I'm biased toward the west coast but I can't choose one over the other. Despite what they both say, I know they'll take it as a choice for my favorite. So, I'm staying where I am except I've bought a motorhome and a Jeep. I'll be retiring early, in just a few weeks, thanks to Julia's life insurance.

I refuse to hang around with my buddies for morning coffee on Saturdays and Sundays talking ad nauseum about what's in the paper or on the morning news and always slipping into stories of the old days. Anyway, they don't really know what to say around me. That's why I go to coffee shops across town where nobody knows me and I can sit undisturbed pretending to read the paper but actually watching life going on around me, wondering if I will have a part to play in it again.

How could Julia have gone before me? Everyone knows women live longer than men, by at least ten years. I wasn't prepared for this. What was I supposed to do?

That girl just brought me the raisin scone I'd bought and forgot at the counter. She really was a sweet little thing. I've been coming to this cafe for about two months now. I like it. It's full of college kids. Packed, it suddenly empties as classes begin.

I tried not to look at the girl as she walked away but failed. What was her name? Dana, that's right. She was very friendly to me which I originally thought was due to my large tips l but, waiting in line, I noticed that she was less friendly to other people who tipped just as well.

The other girls were friendly but nondescript to me. I liked Dana. She wasn't as pretty as the others, at least by the standards of her age group. She was short and they were tall and lean but Dana was very pleasant to these older eyes. She may not have had the looks to be the star attraction for fellows her own age but she had a pretty awesome little body in my books.

I liked watching her while she made my special coffee. Dressed in the obligatory black t-shirt with the store logo emblazoned on the front and tight, black stretchy pants, she was hard to ignore. Her arms were slender and she had pert little breasts which I first noticed trying to read the name of the coffee shop on her chest until she looked up unexpectedly. She wasn't fussed. Another girl probably would have been put off having an old fart looking at her that way but Dana just smiled sweetly and sounded out the name of the shop, crossing her fingers over her chest.

"Oh," I had said, at a loss for words and blushing for the first time in probably twenty years.

I usually waited until there was nobody in line before ordering. Dana always took longer to brew my coffee and seemed happier brew it when we were alone. She was never in a hurry when it was just me there which gave me lots of time to admire her fine young body with its perky breasts and prominent little ass. Don't get me wrong, it was a tight little thing but it did stick out. If there weretrying to hide those two perfect apples underneath, those stretchy pants were an abject failure.

When she got older, Dana would probably have trouble with her weight but now, she just made me ache for something I would never have again unless I visited a prostitute and that would just not be the same. So, I took my coffee and sipped it while staring out the window, trying to picture what that cute little butt looked like without the pants. If that sweet young thing knew what I was thinking, she'd never serve me again but she didn't and I tried to hide my thoughts. I often got a boner when driving home, after I left the shop. It was strange that I didn't get until later rather than in the shop but I was relieved that I was saved the embarrassment of having it discovered.

Dana usually came out to tidy up the shop and chatted with me as she worked. It was very pleasant and I always chided myself afterwards for ogling her butt when she was facing the other way but the next time I came in, I just couldn't help myself. She asked me one day if that was my Jeep parked in front.

"Yes. I've just got it. It's terrible on gas and has a horrible ride but it's really fun to drive. I'm really enjoying it."

"That's a really cool ride," Dana said, leaning on the narrow counter next to my stool, eyeing up my Jeep. "You must have an understanding wife to let you drive that."

'At your age,' she could well have added. I could see she liked the Jeep. Her face looked so fresh under her short, dark hair. For the first time, I noticed she had a tattoo of a small bunny behind her left ear.

"I did," I said.

"Oh," she said, "are you divorced?"

"No, my wife passed away a six months ago."

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry." Dana looked truly sorry, not just politely uncomfortable. I was distinctly aware of the delicate hand she had placed on my forearm.

"Don't be. How could you have known?" I paused, then continued to make her feel more comfortable. "Julia would have loved the Jeep. I wished I had bought it when she was still alive," I said, trying to move the conversation toward a more positive tone.

"Did she like the outdoors?" Dana asked.

"She loved it when we were younger. We used to go hiking a lot and then camping when the kids were small but we stopped when the kids became teenagers and were too cool to go camping with their parents."

"I wish my parents had taken me camping."

"They didn't?" I asked, feeling sorry for her.

"No. There were too many of us and there was never enough money. Are you going to go camping again?"

"Yep. I bought the Jeep to tow behind a motorhome. In a couple of months I'm going to retire early and then I'm off."

I cringed at the word 'retire', it made me sound way older than I wanted to be.

"Where are you going?" Dana asked blithely unware of the discomfort surrounding the word.

"Oh, I don't know. To visit my kids, I guess, then anywhere."

"I wish I could just go like that," Dana said, wistfully. "You're a lucky man."

That was something, this cute little thing thinking I was a lucky guy. I thought about that while I finished my coffee. Well, maybe this young lady was right.

The next Saturday, I parked the Jeep right in front. It was sporting the new winch I'd put on and looked good in its new set of 32" tires, not too big and not too small. Dana stopped beside me when the crowd had left, leaning against the narrow counter again that lined the window.

"Wow," she said. "It's got a new winch and runners."

"Runners?" I asked.

"Yeah. Wheels," she explained.

"Oh, runners. Yeah. Looks good doesn't she?"

I was pleased the way Dana was looking over the Jeep. I hadn't ogled her this morning. It didn't feel right to ogle a young girl who had talked to me like a friend.

"This weekend it will have a Stowmaster towing rig on front."

Dana ignored the jeep guy talk.

"Was your wife pretty? I mean, of course, she was pretty. I mean... what did she look like?"

I was startled by the question. Everyone pussy-footed around me, never mentioning Julia, and this girl just blurted this out, wanting to satisfy her innocent curiosity. She started to look uncomfortable, realizing, I guess, that I might not want to talk about my wife.

"She looked a lot like you, when we first met," I said."

"Really?"

"Really."

"You mean, she had short hair?"

"I mean, she looked almost just like you."

"Is that why you like to watch me?"

It was my turn to feel uncomfortable.

"I don't mind," Dana blurted. "I mean, it's ok with me. I think it's kind of nice."

"Well, I... uh... I'm, glad you don't mind." I was more than a little mortified.

"Is it fun to ride in?"

"The jeep? Yeah, it's really fun." I blessed her for the change in topic.

"Could I ride in it sometime?"

"Um, sure. Why not?"

"Are you going anywhere today?" she asked.

"Well, I was planning to take a run, yes."

"Are you taking someone?"

"No."

"Could I go with you? I'm off in an hour?"

I didn't know what to say. Could I keep up a conversation with this young girl for the whole afternoon? What if I ran out of things to say? It would be so awkward. What if someone saw us? How would I explain it?

"Well, I uh..."

"You don't have to," Dana said, smiling convincingly to let me off the hook.

"Of course you can come," I said, suddenly realizing how silly my fears were. "You've never been in a jeep and that just isn't right." I slapped the counter, making my coffee bounce.

Dana laughed. "Awesome," she said, clearly excited.

"I'll pick up some supplies so we don't have to stop," I said, "and I'll be back to pick you up in an hour."

I didn't park in front when I came back. I still felt a little funny taking this young girl out. No sooner than I parked than Dana exited the shop carrying her bag and two large coffees. She came around to the driver's door to hand the coffees to me, then ran around to get in the other side.

"This is so awesome, I don't know how to thank you. Oh, I don't even know your name," she giggled.

"Jim," I said, somehow feeling younger as I backed up and drove away.

"Wow, you have an Ipod," Dana exclaimed.

"Yes, but it's broken," I said.

"Broken?" Dana looked sad.

"Yes, it's full of old music, like me," I laughed.

Dana laughed too and I felt immediately comfortable. She was easy to be around.

"You're not old," she said, making me feel even better. "This is great, she said a moment later. "I love old music."

I drove up to the old Chute. It was a bumpy, rocky climb but the view up top was worth it. It was the best scenery I knew of locally and I wanted Dana's first time to be memorable. After a few miles of bumping along the back roads, I stopped and got out. Dana joined me as I looked back the way we had come, perched on the edge of the mountain road. I handed her the glasses so she could look and breathed in the fresh air, deeply.

Dana whistled. "I'm so glad you let me come, Jim. This is going to be the most awesome birthday ever."

"Your birthday. It's your birthday?" I asked, incredulously.

"Yeah, I'm nineteen today."

"You should be out with your young friends, having a party or something."

"They all going to the concert. Anyway, I'd rather spend my birthday with you doing something I've never done before."

"You're sure?" I asked.

"Of course I'm sure, or I wouldn't have asked you."

Dana bounced over to me and gave me a big hug. I refrained from asking her to be careful with the glasses.

"You're just so awesome to let me come."

Dana walked back to the jeep.

"Would you like to do something really awesome?"

She turned around.

"Can you drive?" I asked.

"Yes," Dana said.

"A standard?"

"Yes," she replied, cautiously.

"Then, you're getting in the wrong door," I said.

Dana stared at me, as if she didn't understand what I was saying.

"Go ahead," I said, opening the passenger door. "Get in and take us up the hill."

"You mean it?" she asked, so excited she was almost jumping up and down.

"Sure. Everyone should drive a jeep, at least once."

"Wow," Dana squealed, running around the back of the jeep. "Wow!"

She drove us up the hill, quite competently, quickly losing her nervousness and gaining confidence as we went. She stopped in front of the first real hurdle but I urged her on and she didn't hesitate before the next challenge. She was obviously having a ball and I realized that letting her do it was the most fun I'd had in many, many years. This kid thoroughly enjoyed life and it was catching. How could she be alone on her nineteenth birthday. I had a mind to say something to her parents when I took her home.

Her parents. That was a sobering thought. What the hell was I doing way out here with this kid?

Having fun, you old fart. Now shut the fuck up and enjoy yourself.

At the top, we drove along the ridge until we found a good view spot on a little knoll beside the road that afforded a splendid view back into the valley and across to the mountain on the other side. I spread out the heavy blanket I carried as a dampener for the winch line. It was a bit grubby but Dana didn't mind. We sat and ate lunch and washed it down with a couple of German beers I had picked up. We chatted and laughed but, most of all, we sat silently munching our sandwiches and gazing at the scenery. When we finished, Dana leaned into me and put her arm around my back, burying her head into the side of my chest.

"Thank you, Jim. This has just been the greatest day and it's only half over."

She pulled me closer with her surprisingly strong arm. I put my arm around her, expecting her to draw apart after a quick hug but she didn't so we sat there, gazing down the valley, hugging each other, an old man and a fresh, cute, nineteen year old girl.

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Dana was too scared to drive back down. Going up was one thing but going down let you see how steep the road really was. It didn't matter that the jeep's gears let us 'walk' down the mountain. Dana wanted me to drive. When we got back to town, it was dark.

I said, "Well, where's your parent's place?"

"My parents? Across town, by the Benson Street bridge."

I turned and headed that way.

"Where are you going?" Dana asked.

"I'm taking you home," I said.

"I don't live with my parents, Jim."

"You don't?"

"No. I'm not a kid," she seemed miffed.

"I didn't mean... I mean, I just assumed..."

"Some people aren't grown up when they're forty. Just because I'm only nineteen doesn't mean I'm a kid."

"No, you're right, I didn't mean..."

"I've been living on my own since I was sixteen," Dana said.

"Sixteen?"

"Yeah, sixteen. I've got my own place, no roommates or anything," she said proudly.

"Come on up," she said when we got to her place.

"I'd better not," I answered. "It's pretty late."

"Jim, it's eight o'clock. Come on, I want to show you my place and I'll make you an awesome coffee."

"A coffee?"

"The best you've ever had," Dana promised, eyes glinting.

"Well, I can't turn that down," I said.

I didn't want to ruin the day by not letting Dana show me her apartment. I would take a look, drink my coffee, and get the hell out of there. As we walked up to the third floor of the large house that had been converted into small apartments, I reflected on the day. It had been awesome, in Dana's words, and the best one I could remember for a long, long time. Walking behind her — and not looking at her ass, by the way — I was glad I had decided to come up. I wanted to see this independent young girl's home. She was truly different, and impressively so.

"Ta da," Dana sang out, opening the door and stepping aside as she threw the light switch.

"Make yourself comfortable," Dana said, waving in the direction of an old, overstuffed chesterfield.

I plopped down and looked around the small apartment. To the left of the door was a kitchenette and beyond that was a living where I sat on the couch along the wall. There was no wall between the two. The only demarcation from the kitchen area was the end of the rug. To my left was a window looking out on an apartment building and opposite me was a flatscreen TV on a low-lying, very experienced oblong wooden table. A little hallway ran to the right of the door which I presumed led to the bathroom and a bedroom.

The apartment itself was very pedestrian but the decor was, well, cool. It was very artsy without straining to be. There were all sorts of pictures, trinkets and strange artifacts strewn around that just yelled out, 'I love life.' She may have a low-end job, but this young girl obviously knew how to stop and smell the roses. The furniture was plain but everything else in her apartment showed thought, nothing looked haphazard.

Dana was busy using a sophisticated-looking machine to make coffee. It looked like the equipment she used at work but older and I suspected she had actually obtained it from a coffee shop that had gone out of business or upgraded to new kit. I turned my back to the end of the couch and put a large pillow behind me. Thus settled in, I turned my attention to the most interesting part of the apartment: Dana.

I was surprised and pleased to see that Dana was facing slightly away from me so that her derriere, so perfectly outlined by the tight black stretchy pants, could take center stage in my covert observation. I was a little embarrassed when she turned and saw me watching her and relieved when she simply smiled and quickly turned back to what she was doing. Dana was petite but, though she didn't have long legs and hair like her coworkers, she certainly wasn't chunky. Her legs looked strong but it was surprising to note that they were actually slender rather than thick. Her ass, which had featured so prominently in my mind for the past two months, was similarly deceptively smaller than it appeared. It just seemed larger because the stretchy pants clung to it so tightly and there was no discernible evidence of underwear to mar its division into two half-apple-like orbs possessing perfect curvature. In short, it jutted out, announcing its presence and demanding attention, without requiring size to do so.

Dana was halfway to the couch before I realized that she had finished making the coffee. Despite my years, my faced reddened. She must have noticed what I was looking at. I was surprised she wasn't making some excuse to get the dirty old man out of her apartment. Instead, she seemed inordinately pleased as she handed me my coffee. Her own coffee she put on the hardwood floor in front of the TV and then stretched out on the oval rug lying atop it between the TV and the couch. Dana reached up to grab the remote from the table and turned the TV on, flipped to a travel show of some kind, and dropped the remote without saying a word. I was left sitting behind her to sip my coffee and watch, whatever.

I watched the TV for a minute or two but when Dana ignored me I let my eyes rove over her slender body. No doubt about it, her bottom was a powerful attractor. I couldn't imagine that its secrets could be any better revealed if the stretchy pants could somehow be removed. Upon that thought, I immediately started imagining small details to negate that speculation: the crease between buttock and the back of her thigh, for example, and perhaps a small mole or skin discoloration on one cheek or the other. I was in the middle of this reverie when I saw with some discomfort that Dana had twisted her head around to look at me.

"I like it when you look at me, Jim," she said before turning back to the show which I now noticed featured Michael Palin.

I stared at her short hair and the slender nape of her neck. She likes me to look at her? What was that supposed to mean? I dropped my gaze to the rise of her buttocks just as Dana brought her feet together, the taper of her legs emphasizing her butt even more. I brought the steaming mug shakily to my lips and drained an eighth of an inch from the top. It was hot, just like her.

Dana lowered her head to the rug and lifted her pelvis, bringing her sweet bottom up a few inches. It swayed from side to side twice before settling back onto the rug. This was repeated and I took another swig of the coffee to 'cool' my dry throat. I should leave. I didn't know what was going on here but I knew I wasn't in control and it made me feel uncomfortable, but I couldn't move. Dana lifted her head and turned to look at me, her short hair somehow now disheveled.

"You should drink up, Jim, while it's still hot. It's more effective when it's hot."


More effective? Dana turned away, picked up her own coffee, took a big sip, and put it down. She looked at the TV but within twenty seconds it went into commercials. Dana dropped her face into her arms again on the rug and lifted her ass, higher this time, obviously putting on a show. I forgot about her strange statement.

Was she rewarding me for this afternoon? Did she know I usually sneaked a few peeks in at her ass when she was making my coffee at the shop? She must, or why else would she do this? I felt cheated, in a way, because I hadn't expected anything other than her youthful companionship for the day. I wasn't that bad a guy. Get up and leave, I told myself again. I took another long pull from the mug. I should finish her coffee, anyway. There was no point in being rude.

God, look at that gorgeous thing. What a wonderful little ass. She was really getting to me. I had a boner like I hadn't had for years and years. It felt huge. Fortunately, I hadn't worn tight jeans for even longer so I was able to push my hardon down one leg of my cargo pants. It made an impression on my right thigh, pressing up against the material, but Dana wasn't looking at me and probably couldn't see it from down on the floor anyway. I took another swig. I better drink up and get out of here before I really embarrassed myself and came in my pants. Lord Jesus, that is a lovely little ass!

I tipped my head back and drained the mug, ignoring its heat. I was about to take my leave when the show came back on. Dana dropped her belly to the rug and lifted her head.

"It's back on. This is one of my favorite episodes, Jim. I'm glad you're here to watch it with me."

I was stuck. I sat with the empty mug in my hand, watching the show for a few seconds, then gazing at Dana's body for longer. She had moved her feet apart again which squeezed her cheeks together. I found my eyes straying down between her thighs and the juncture of her legs. I knew what was pressing against the stretchy pants there and it made my cock even harder to think about nudging its tip against that puffy softness. Jesus Jim, you're going to make a real fool of yourself. She doesn't mean anything, she isn't sending you any messages. What would this cute little thing want with an old coot like you? Just watch the show and get out with your dignity and this new friendship intact.

Despite my resolution, I was caught with my eyes squarely on Dana's ass when she turned around and asked me to throw her a cushion. I did as she asked but blushed profusely.

"Hey, take it easy, Jim. I told you, I like it when you look at me. It makes me feel good."

Dana was watching the show again. The pillow remained on the floor beside her hips. I don't know why she had asked for it. Maybe it was just an excuse to turn around and catch me in the act of ogling her young body. Well, so what if it was? She had pretty much invited me to do just that. Did she get off on it? Was she getting herself worked up for a boyfriend due to arrive shortly after she got rid of me? That made some sense, at least more than her wanting to do it with me.Ok, then. I'll take the free show.

I let my eyes roam all over Dana's young body. She didn't raise her ass up again but there was plenty of titillation in her still form. When was the last time I had been in an intimate situation with such a young woman? It had to be more than thirty years when I was near the same age. I could only imagine how smooth and taut the skin over her belly would be, similar but tauter than her slender arms which I could see. Her bare feet looked so dainty that it was hard to imagine them locked in intense ecstasy around my waist. Hard, but not impossible. Jesus Murphy, my right hand was on my pants, rubbing my cock. I tried to lift it away but it wouldn't move. It was stuck, as if it was glued to my pants. Oh Christ, the show was over. Dana had turned to look at me. She was smiling. Was she laughing? Why couldn't I move? No, she's just smiling, pleased.

Her legs moved together and she lifted her pelvis again. I stared as she pushed the cushion under herself before lowering her belly onto it. Her head was on the rug again but this time her face was turned back and she was still watching me with that satisfied smile. Was she going to tell me to go because her boyfriend was coming?

Dana's hands were at her waist, her thumbs hooking inside the waistband of the stretchy pants. She was pushing them down. I gulped. She was pushing them down! My hand was still rubbing my cock and her eyes were now on it. God, the pants seemed to descend so slowly but when they crested the summit of her buttocks they quickly snapped down to the base of her cheeks. The secret of the sculpturing ability of the stretchy pants was revealed: Dana wasn't wearing any panties. There was a thong circling her waist that disappeared between her cheeks which held their supple shape despite the lack of any assistance from that skimpy garment.

Thank you, young lady, for letting me see such youthful beauty before I'm gone without having to resort to the tackiness of a paid situation. I am forever in your debt.

Dana lifted herself up onto her knees and pulled the pants down to the same, presenting her naked buttocks divided by that incredibly sexy crease between. Her knees moved apart and the heavenly appearance of her pussy, covered and accentuated by the wide part of the thong, blessed my old eyes. My cock lurched in my pants.

Dana spoke. Her head was still on the rug, twisted awkwardly back so she could watch the effect of her revelation.

"Take it out, Jim. I want to see it."

I wouldn't have thought she could see it the way I was sitting but I guess the position and motion of my hand made it obvious. Strangely, that was the last thing I wanted to do. How could I unlimber my old cock in the presence of this perfection? It would look simply ridiculous and inadequate. Did she want to see the old fool come, to laugh about it when her boyfriend plugged her with his youthful tool? Well, alright then. I couldn't walk anyway, and to hell with dignity. I slipped my belt undone, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, and fished out my old cock. It wasn't so bad, just old looking. In fact, it looked healthier than it had for at least a decade.

"Oh Jim," Dana exclaimed.

I waited for her to say more but she didn't. Her hands were at her hips, grasping the waistband of the thong, pulling it down, tugging it out from her crack and then down her thighs to her knees. Her pussy was bare. Was it wet, or was that just my imagination running wild?

"Put it in," Dana whispered loudly. "I want to feel it inside me."

I was stunned. Put it in? She wanted me to put it in her?

I couldn't move. My hand held my cock upright and a little forward toward Dana's pussy. I was at the ready but I couldn't move.

"Fuck me, Jim," Dana whispered, more quietly this time but with far greater urgency.

She didn't need to say it twice. I lunged forward and fell on my knees, lurching ahead off-balance, stopping myself with my hands on Dana's back. I fell so far forward my hands skidded to her shoulders and the topside of my cock slapped the crack of her ass.

"Quick," Dana cried. "Put it in," she urged. "Put it in!"

I grabbed my shaft with my right hand and pulled it up, guided the tip to her softness, rubbed it through her moist slit several times, and pushed slowly inside, reveling in the thrilling entry of the tightest pussy I'd encountered for decades. God, she was tight. Tight but incredibly slippery. She was squeezing over my shaft so tightly her inner muscles felt like the rings of a slinky scraping along my cock.

"Oh God, Dana," I groaned, stretching the moan out for the entire length of my entry. "Dana!" I cried again when I was all the way in, my legs trembling with sheer ecstasy, but Dana had turned her face into the rug.

I started to fuck her with slow, full-length strokes, desperate to feel her clinging muscles along my whole cock again and again. She didn't respond at first but then began pushing herself back each time I started a return thrust. This girl wasn't going to just get fucked, she was going to fuck me too. I was moaning like an old fool. Her cunt was too exquisite for words to describe. I couldn't remember feeling anything like it before, even my first time which was, truth be known, no longer in my memory banks.

I was heaving heavily into Dana now, my thighs slapping loudly into hers. Her head was moving back and forth on the rug with each lunge and I became concerned about her neck so I grasped her shoulders and lifted her torso up. I slid even deeper within her, causing a blast of sensations that was too hard to handle. I began slamming uncontrollably against her butt and found it strangely thrilling how her head jerked forward with each upward slam. Faster now, her head lolling around. I slid my hands off Dana's shoulders and along her arms until I was holding her by her wrists. She fell forward and I lurched against her backside, thrusting hard, ramming.

"Dana, Dana, Dana," I cried, coming, coming hard, thrusting, giving it to her as best I could.

Had I come too soon? I hadn't noticed, in my frenzy, whether or not she had come too. I was leaning over her, straddling her little body, my cock dangling above her bottom, dripping cum, but amazingly, still hard. How? I hadn't ...

Dana's bottom rose up to meet me, squirreled around my dripping tip, and pushed her pussy back onto my shaft. I hung over her, exhausted, like an old bull, too tired to rut, too tired to even move. Dana's pussy was shoving up and down, squeezing along my shaft, in and out, fucking, fucking.

"Dana, I..."

"Shhhhh. Don't talk."

I shut my mouth and tried to push down to make it easier for her. I couldn't believe I was still hard but was thankful for it. The least I could do for this beautiful girl was make her come. I wanted to turn her over, to sink my face between her legs, to eat her. That was something I never really liked to do and had only done for my wife when I wanted a blow job which was at best an annual experience. But now, I really wanted to lick Dana's sweet pussy for a long time, to tease her lovingly, to make her come as hard as she had just made me.

Dana was exhaling harshly, almost grunting, with the effort of lifting her hips up to meet me. I lowered my hips, slowly pushing her down onto the cushion which, surprisingly, was still in place. I squeezed Dana to the floor but her hips didn't stop bucking for a single instant and she emitted a constant series of moans and groans. Invigorated, I began thrusting hard and deep, literally shoving myself inside her.

Yeah, oh yeah, I want to fuck you so hard, again, beautiful girl.

Dana's hips were churning frantically, reaching back and barely allowing me any room to throw my cock into her. I was plugged so deep inside my bone barely exited an inch but to me it still felt like a full thrust on the way back in.

"Oh yeah!" Dana yelled, a cry that turned into a long wail.

Her thighs quivering and pussy vibrating, I now knew she hadn't come before, at least, not like this. It took a long minute or so for the tension to drain from Dana's body and it returned sporadically but briefly in miniature spasms for several more minutes. I tried to keep my weight off her but she wouldn't let me remove my cock for at least ten minutes more.

Eventually, I fell onto my side, propped myself up on an elbow, and ran my fingertips up and down Dana's ass and the back of her thighs down to her knees. Everything would end soon and I would have to leave though I didn't want to. I wanted to stay, to see her completely naked, to hold and kiss and caress her whole body. Maybe she would let me go down on her before I left. I knew this was a one-time lark for her and that was fine with me; I would take it for what it was. Dana turned onto her side, facing me. My hand slipped onto the front of her thighs and then fell limply to the rug.

"I don't know what to say," I said, feeling a little awkward. Wasn't she the young, inexperienced one here? Shouldn't she be feeling the way I was?

"Say thank you, Dana," she replied, amused.

"Thank you, Dana," I complied.

"Thank you, Jim," she laughed, looking at my spent soldier and reaching down to grasp it.

"He's done for now," I said. "I can't believe he did as well as he did."

"He doesn't look done for," Dana purred, her soft, delicate fingers stroking me, sending wonderful sensations up and down my shaft.

I felt it but had to look to believe it. She was right! My cock was still quite hard, allowing her hand to easily move up and down its length.

"I can't believe it," I said. "He hasn't had that kind of ambition for a long time."

"I'll tell you a secret, Jim. I put a little motivator in your coffee. He's going to be hard for hours yet."

"You put..."

"Uh huh," Dana whispered, shifting herself closer to me, maintaining her hold on my cock, and urging my body up so she could slide underneath me.

I rolled up onto my knees and Dana curled her legs behind my back, digging her heels in and lifting her whole body up from the ground. She found my tip with her swollen pussy and slid onto my old worn shaft. Worn, but not worn out, as the next twenty minutes proved, and we weren't finished yet.

I stayed the night and I did lick Dana's sweet pussy. I was surprised how much I liked doing it. I loved how absolutely horny she became after I patiently kissed and nibbled and licked her pussy for a long, long time. The sounds she made and the involuntary reactions of her body were tremendously thrilling. I loved it, absolutely loved it. When she tried to put her mouth on me afterwards, I pushed her away. I wanted no 'payment' and couldn't handle anymore, anyway. I fell asleep, thoroughly sated and intensely happy.

Of cours, it was sunny the next morning; a perfect morning to follow the perfect night. An early riser, I expected to have time to watch Dana as she slept and to enjoy the sight of her waking up but she was already up and gone. Well, she worked in a coffee shop. It made sense that she would have to be at work early but how she managed to leave without waking me was a mystery.

I listened carefully for signs of her presence on the hope that she was still here and hadn't yet left for work but I was disappointed. After yesterday and last night, to have to skulk off without an intimate goodbye, was a huge let-down. To have to meet in public, feeling awkward and unable to express how I felt about this special time with this amazing young lady, to assure her that I knew it was a one-time thing and she didn't have to worry about me thinking otherwise, well, I just wish it had happened another way.

Oh well, that's life. What did I expect? For her to to get up and express her undying love, to announce s sudden deep sexual need for retiring old coots?

I got up and looked around for my clothes. What a laugh. They must be still strewn around the living room. I walked to the door, stark naked, scratching my right butt cheek. I turned into the bathroom and took a long leak, washed my hands and splashed water on my face, smoothed my unruly hair back with wet fingers, and toweled myself dry. I looked for some mouthwash but didn't find any. Well, I'd better get dressed.

As I walked out the short hallway I saw that Dana had forgotten a pot boiling on the stove. I turned it off. Silly kid. It was boiling water, barely boiling but still, once it went dry, the pot handle could catch fire. I know; I'd done it myself. There were two paper pouches on the stove next to the burner: packaged porridge. Porridge? I chuckled. That girl really was unique. I hoped she would let me be around her in some capacity but I cautioned myself to approach her only if she gave signs that I was welcome. Should I see her today, or was that too soon?

I looked down at myself. Finally, I was soft. My poor willy had really got a working over last night. Whatever she had put into my coffee had lasted until well after midnight. It made me wonder. For the last two weeks I had become erect within minutes of leaving the coffee shop but only when Dana was working. Was it possible she had been slipping that stuff into my coffee? I shook my head and looked down at my willy again. I spoke aloud, "You're going to miss her aren't you?"

"Miss who?"

I jerked my head up and around and stared into the living room. Dana was sitting in the middle of the oval rug, stark naked, in some kind of yoga posture with her hands pressed firmly together in front of herself. Her eyes were closed.

"Miss who?" she repeated.

"I... uh, I ..."

"Did you say, 'miss her'?"

"Um..."

"Do you always talk to your dick?" she asked, standing in one fluid motion and walking toward me, her small breasts bouncing perkily and her thighs moving slowly about the narrow strip of hair covering her pussy. She was gorgeous. "Or, do all older guys do that?"

"No," I laughed, it's a little quirk of my own, I think, though I can't speak for others.

"Do you have long conversations?" Dana laughed.

"No, we don't share the same politics," I answered.

"Did you at least ask him, whatever his name is, what he wants for breakfast?"

"Peter doesn't like porridge," I replied.

Amazingly, my old stallion was standing up for himself without any artificial assistance. He had already reached half-mast by the time Dana stood in front of me.

"Well, then maybe he'll like this."

Without warning Dana leapt onto me, throwing her arms around my neck and wrapping her legs around my waist. I stumbled back and bounced off her small fridge.

"Dana... Jesus... I almost fell. You should have warned me."

Dana was shrieking with glee. She stifled my protest with kisses, her mouth enveloping my lips. Within seconds, her face twisting on mine, her tongue slipped into my mouth and the merry embrace quickly became sexual. My hands, which had wrapped around her back, slid down to cup her buttocks and when my fingers naturally stretched inward to find her labia, her arms tightened like a vice around my neck and her tongue probed even deeper. My cock attained full mast and I felt rather proud of myself.

"I thought you'd gone in to work," I gasped, trying to recapture my breath from the length of the kiss and the strain of holding her despite her light weight.

"I was supposed to," she said, latching onto my lips again.

Coming up for air again, I panted, "Did you call in sick?" I asked, wondering how long we had.

Dana had briefly loosened her legs, just long enough to swing out to let my stiff cock flip up so she could pull back in and trap it between us. Now, she squished her lips against my rod and rubbed up and down my shaft. She proved her youthful flexibility then by pulling her knees up and curling her feet around my hips, in effect, squatting vertically over my chest and stomach. She raised herself up until the tip of my cock was nestled in her slit.

"No, I quit."

Down she came, sliding over my shaft, her cunt reluctantly accepting the invitation she had offered without prior consultation.

"You quit?"

"Yeah," she panted. "I don't want to work anymore. I want to travel with you."

On that note, Dana plopped all the way down. I was now fully extended inside her. She loosened her grip around my neck and hung back a little, smiling at me.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"You want to ride around the country with me?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Yes," Dana nodded enthusiastically, rising up, almost off before dropping to ensconce my manhood again to emphasize her confidence in her decision.

"But I'm, I'm an old man."

"I don't care," she laughed, once more executing a lovely confirmation.

I shook my head. "You should be with young guys."


"Why?" she asked. "What can they offer? Drunken parties, neverending posturing and posing, working for minimum wage until I'm too old to have fun? I want to travel and live life with someone I like, someone who wants to really live, someone who knows what they've missed and isn't going to let life pass them by again. I want to live with you, Jim."

I didn't know what to say. I was absolutely speechless. Dana began rising and falling on my cock, slowly but steadily.

"Talk later, Jim. Let's do this now."

So I strolled around the apartment, being fucked again my new 'girlfriend'. First, she said she wanted me to make love to her on the couch so I took her into the living room. Then she changed her mind and wanted to do it in bed, so I carried her in there. Nope, she wanted to be fucked against the wall in the hallway but after a few frantic lunges she decided she wanted to celebrate our 'anniversary' and directed me to the center of the oval rug where I was instructed to get down on my hands and knees. Dana hung below me, arms and legs wrapped around me, and took me in a slow, grinding fuck, her body never once touching the carpet until I had filled her with my spunk.

I was exhausted but she refused to let me change my stance. Dropping to the carpet, she quickly scooted down and, grasping my cock with one hand and my balls with the other, pulled my slick cock into her mouth.

"Fuck it," she urged around my old meat, her eyes intense.

I wouldn't have thought I could stay hard without the juice, certainly wouldn't have believed I could come again, but I did. It took a while but I defy any man, I don't care how old he is, to not come with his dick inside a cute mouth like that.

Afterwards, "You can't be serious, Dana. You can't really want to drive around with an old guy like me."

"Age isn't important to me," she answered. She looked out the window for a moment before speaking again, looking me directly in the eye, "Unless you don't want to be with me, Jim."

"No, no. I mean, I like being with you. You're fun and you're a beautiful young lady. It's just that..."

"You're embarrassed to be seen with someone so young?"

"No. It's just... well, I guess it makes me a little uncomfortable."

"Nobody will know us. We'll just be like a father and daughter, on holidays."

"More like grandfather," I mumbled.

"Stop it," Dana laughed.

"When you visit your kids, I'll toodle around town and you can pick me up when you're done. They'll never know."

I nodded. What was I worrying about? I had a good pension starting within weeks. All I had to do was sell the house and I was free to go with no worries. What better offer awaited me?

"You'll get used to it and soon you won't even notice the difference in our ages."

"I'll get used to it," I echoed, not convinced by a long shot.

"Are you ready for some porridge," Dana asked.

"Yes. I'm starving."

"And some special coffee for Peter?" she tittered, looking down at my wasted willy.

"Yes. Perhaps you should stock the motorhome up with your special ingredients," I said. "I think it's going to be a long trip.

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