I moved out of Suzanne’s and got my own apartment, nothing as elaborate as hers, but we each needed our own space. Twenty-four hours a day is too much togetherness for anybody.
My neighbors across the hall were a really sweet old couple in their eighties. Roy and Mary McDonald. She used to bring me her extras every time she baked. She told me once that her husband liked to sit in the sunshine on their balcony and watch me in the complex pool. She emphasized that he wasn’t a pervert, but that I reminded him of her when she was younger. After showing me a picture of herself when they were first married, I saw the resemblance.
“These,” She laughed, lifting her eighty-year-old breasts, “used to stand up and point just like yours. Now they just hang around and point at my toes. So, enjoy yours while you can.”
I heard a knock on my door one day, it was old Mrs. McDonald. She seemed upset to ask me, but could I sit with Mr. McDonald while she went to a doctor’s appointment. She usually had a family member stay with him but they called and couldn’t make it. She didn’t like leaving him alone. There wasn’t anything wrong with him, he was just old and she didn’t trust him to be out of her sight, for fear that he’d fall or something. I had been on my way to lounge around the pool again, but I couldn’t tell her no.
I slipped a t-shirt over my bikini and went across the hall. Roy was sitting in his easy chair but sprung to his feet when I walked in. He looked like he was about to fall over and I grabbed ahold of him before he lost his balance.
“Thank you, but I’m okay.” He said while rubbing my upper arms, “Going swimming?”
I said I’d probably go when his wife returned, but for now I thought that I would visit with him. I sat him back down in his chair, he was now eye level with my crotch. I remembered that this bikini was very form-fitting and judging by the look on his face, I suspected he could see my folds. I thought he was about to hyperventilate.
He apologized, said he didn’t mean to stare, but he hadn’t seen anything like that in so long he forgot what it looked like. I relayed the story to him, that his wife said I looked like she did years ago. He admitted that was why he watched me all the time.
“Can you keep a secret?” I asked him. He confirmed he could, but said that at his age even if he couldn’t there was a chance that no one would believe him anyways, and he chuckled.
“Tell me just how much I remind you of her.” And I pulled off my oversized t-shirt, untied my top and dropped them on his lap. His eyes just about popped out of his head when I grabbed the end of the strings that tied my bottoms at each hip and tugged. I spread my legs just far enough apart that the bottoms fell.
Tears welled up in his eyelids. I took his hands in mine and raised them to my boobs, and rubbed his fingers across my nipples.
“She always had small titties like yours, till she had kids.” He said.
“Remember, this is our little secret.” And put myself back together before the Mrs. got back.
The next day, there was another knock on my door. It was Roy’s wife again. I asked her if she needed some help. She said no. It seems as though Mr. Roy McDonald was not one to be trusted with keeping a secret. He spilled the beans and told her everything that transpired the day before. My heart sank to the pit of my stomach.
“I’m so sorry, Mrs. McDonald, I should never have…”
She stopped me. “First, call me Mary. Second, I came over to thank you. Being with you made Roy stop and remember all of the times we were together after we were first married, and I had the best sex last night that I’ve had in years. Actually, it was the only sex I’ve had in years, but it still was the best.” And with that, we had a good laugh.
“You know, back in the day, I was kind of a wild child. We were kind of like hippies before there was hippies. Now,” she paused, “ I have one of the strangest requests you’ll ever hear.”
“Ask.” I said, “Anything.”
She was right, it was a strange request. Good old Roy told her everything, alright, and she asked me if I’d be willing to show her what I showed her husband. She wanted to see me naked. Without saying a word, I pulled off my tank top and dropped my jogging shorts. I hadn’t planned on leaving the apartment that day, so I had never put underwear on, and there I stood: a nudist colony of one.
“It’s amazing. No wonder he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. You look just like I remember myself looking, when I was young.” She reached her hand to my chest and stopped short of touching me.
I took her hand and placed it on my boob. She pulled her hand back and hugged herself, a small tear trickled down her cheek.
“You are such a kind person. I promise I’ll not bother you again.”
I was sure that wasn’t true. Mary continued to bring me things when she baked. Sometimes I think she only did her baking as an excuse to come talk with me. She would tell me stories that I was guessing she had never talked about out loud to anyone before.
She and old Roy were quite the swingers in their younger days, even before the free love of the sixties.
Mary started telling me about how they met each other.
“We had gone to a drive-in movie on a double date. They had bigger cars back then, there was actually room to move inside them. You see I was dating Roy’s best friend, Ed, and Roy was going out with a friend of mine named Helen. We all got a little frisky that night and one thing led to another, you know. Eddie and I were fucking in the back seat, he liked it when I sat on his lap with my back to him. Well, I had rested my chin on the back of the front seat and I could see, plain as day, my friend Helen going down on Roy. He had the biggest penis I had ever seen. Not that I had seen all that many, mind you, and he doesn’t have the biggest one I’ve seen since, but that night I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He made me so excited. Eddie got the benefits of that; I fucked his balls dry that night. I kept watching Roy and Helen when he climbed on top of her, and he knew it too. He had such a nice butt. I stared when it would tighten up with every thrust into her. He rose up off of her when they were done and she sat up and sucked all of her love juices off of his cock. I just wished it was me that he was with.
I got my wish finally. The four of us had several more double dates. One time we were going to a dance at one of the fire halls, and when we met up, Roy had this idea to exchange dates for the evening, just for fun. He would be with me and Ed would date Helen. At some point Helen and Eddie disappeared. Roy said that was okay with him because he had the same idea. We then went to the parking lot and christened the back seat of his Chevy.”
“So, you guys have been together ever since?” I asked.
“Yes, but.” She continued. “We were both kind of like sex fiends before anyone else. He liked watching me with other guys and I never minded who he was with as long as he came home with me. It got easy in the sixties, more accepted you know. A lot more people were into not being exclusive. We didn’t have sex with just anyone, no orgies and stuff. We kept it just among our friends. No restraints, no secrets, that was our motto.”
“Mary, that’s all fascinating. Is there a reason you’re telling me all of this, now?”
“Well, now that you ask.” She hesitated a couple of moments before she looked at me and said, “You were pretty free spirited when you got naked in front of my husband, and you put some excitement into him that he hadn’t had in a long time. He has done quite a bit of reminiscing lately and told me he wished that we could go back, be young, and relive just one day before our time is up. We can’t be young again, but you look so much like me back then. I was wondering if you would ever consider…”
I stopped her mid-sentence. “Are you about to ask me what I think you’re going to ask?”
As fast as the words could come out of her mouth, Mary blurted, “Would you have sex with Roy,” and then added, “or at least tease the hell out of him and get him all worked up?”
I thought about it, long and hard. I really liked Mary and Roy, they were kind of like grandparents to me, it would be really weird to make it personal like that. I know I already was naked in front of both of them, but that was just me showing off. And Roy was eighty something. What if it didn’t work? I didn’t want to embarrass him. I also felt like I couldn’t say no to Mary, she never asked for much and she had been so nice to me. What to do?
The sun was shining brightly, not a cloud in the sky, I could see Roy on his balcony watching me on my float in the pool, just like he always did. I was alone, everyone else had left the pool area, it must have been lunch time. I rubbed lotion on my bare skin, trying not to bake. Knowing he was up there, I did everything in slow motion, making sure my belly and inner thighs were lathered up real good.
I was getting too much sun; it was time to call it a day. I got to my door and decided if I was ever going to approach Roy, this was a good time to do it. I knocked on his door and asked him if Mary was available. He told me that she was napping and asked if there was something he could do for me. I told him I had gotten too much sun and that I needed someone to lotion up my back for me. He quickly volunteered.
Roy might have been old but he still had strong hands. He not only put the lotion on, but gave me a shoulder rub to die for.
"Roy,” I said in my sexiest voice, “would you consider giving me a whole back rub, ’cause that feels really good?”
Of course, he agreed, and I let him know that it would be easier if he untied my top. I could have let him do that all day, but I turned to face him and said, “Front too.” And I let go of my top. He seemed a little cautious around my tits, I gently helped his hands onto them. It felt so good, he sure didn’t forget what to do with them.
“Don’t forget my legs as long as you’re at it.”
He sat down on a chair and stroked my thigh, his hand nudging against my vagina ever so slightly as he reached around for the back of my leg. I totally forgot about the difference in our ages. This man knew what to do with a woman’s body.
It was time for me to show him that I knew what to do with a man’s body. I helped him to his feet. He was very much alive, with the proof trying to push through his zipper. Mary was right, Roy had a desirable cock, and it was just as stiff as my shoulders had felt. I showed Roy how strong my hands were, stroking him ever so slowly while I took him in my mouth.
We worked our way to the couch. I helped him get rid of his shirt and pants and he sat down. Standing in front of him, I reached my hand inside my bikini bottoms and fingered my clit, I wanted to be nice and moist when I mounted him. Roy untied the knots on my hips and my bottoms dropped to the floor. With his hands on my ass, he pulled me towards him and I lowered myself onto his cock.
I could tell by the look on his face that he was in fantasy land somewhere. I didn’t care where. I just knew that he felt fantastic inside me and I was going to go slow and make this last as long as I could.
I didn’t have multiple orgasms that day, but I was extremely wet without them. I could feel the pressure mount inside me, it was going to be an intense climax. My legs were getting wobbly and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold myself up when all of a sudden the flood gates opened. I yelled, screamed and moaned all at the same time as my juices streamed down his cock and soaked his balls. I was out of breath and he sat there with a huge smile on his face. He still had a huge erection that I put back into my mouth, sucking all of me off from him. He pushed my head off and put his hand around mine, we continued to stroke his cock until spurts of cum erupted, spewing down our hands. He told me that he had never cum in a girls mouth and wasn’t about to start now.
He looked past me with that same smile on his face, I turned to look over my shoulder at Mary who was in the doorway smiling back at him.