I heard the knocking. I was just out of the shower in my bathroom running a towel through my hair. There is was again. Insistent, whoever they were. At 54 I was in reasonable shape. As I dried my hair every day I was happy I still had all my hair and I wasn't put off by the sight of my middle aged body. I'd just gotten back from a long walk, which was a replacement for my previous running ever since I hurt my knee a few years back. I was alone in the house. My wife had passed six years ago. It was still an odd feeling at times and I should probably have moved to a smaller place, but I liked the quiet neighborhood. One last look in the mirror told me I'd need to shave my stubbly beard soon. More gray starting to show. The knocking. I went through the bedroom grabbing a pair of sweatpants shorts and an old tee shirt. Pulling them on quickly I walked down the hall to the door.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." I peaked out quickly and thought 'oh great girl scout cookies.' When I opened the door I was assured it wasn't a girl scout. Waiting for me was a tiny young lady, she couldn't have been over 5-1 with blue eyes and dark blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail. What told me it wasn't girl scouts was the very large chest that preceded her. She was bouncy and perky and had a gleaming smile.
"HI! Hope I didn't disturb you."
"Oh I was just getting out of the shower."
"Oooh. Sorry." She looked up at my wet tousled hair and the damp coming though the tee. Apparently I hadn't completely dried.
"What can I do for you?"
"Oh, yes. Um, my sorority is raising money for charity,"
"Which charity?" She pointed at her chest. Ah, an invitation to look. They were maybe D cups, but on such a small person they looked immense. Stretched out on her own tee shirt was the slogan "Save the Girls" with an outline of two boobs that paled in comparison to hers.
"Breast cancer research!"
"Oh, uh, I see." I saw alright. And I was hoping that feeling I had down below wasn't becoming noticeable. I was no kid anymore, but the equipment still worked with the right stimulation. "How can I help?" She was bouncing on her toes which didn't hurt the overall effect,
"We have two options. You can make a simple donation, any amount that feels right to you. Or for $100 you can get in a drawing for a date with one of the sorority sisters."
"Oh well, um..."
"Oh I'm sorry, I guess you're married."
"No actually my wife passed awhile ago." Now she frowned. I still missed Wendy, but it has been long enough that I casually mention her passing and I get these reactions from people.
"I am so sorry to hear that."
"It's, it's ok. Been several years."
"And just you here?"
"Just me. So, I'll tell you what. I'll make a donation. And I'll join the raffle. All because you're so personable and brightened my day." I walked into the house to get my card info. When I thought I was alone I checked and damn if my cock hadn't stiffened a bit. And the shorts weren't going to help much. Ah, fuck it. I'm sure this little hottie got more and better whenever she wanted. I walked back a little self-consciously. I noted that she had definitely checked me up and down. I gave her my info.
"Thanks, very kind of you." As she turned to leave, damn she had a tight little ass, she called over her shoulder, "Maybe you'll win a date with me." Then bounced away down the driveway. They were smart to have her going door to door, although her sisters, who I saw at other doors up the street, weren't bad looking either from what I could see.
I walked back through to the bedroom to finish combing my hair and get properly dressed for the afternoon. I tossed the flyer the girl had given me onto the nightstand. Hmm, I didn't know her name. Then again why would I need to know her name. I'd purchased a raffle ticket, one in who knows how many. But my thoughts went back to the young lady. And it wasn't only my thoughts reacting. My shorts were clearly tented. I slid down the shorts and was surprised, pleasantly surprised, to have my dick bounce up and stick out. I sat on the bed and removed the tee shirt. I rarely did this. To be honest my needs had sort of stagnated since Wendy's passing. As if having sexual thoughts was wrong. But now I had a hard on and it wasn't going away. I lay back on the bed and held it in my hand. I looked at my cock standing erect. No monster, it had always done the job and Wendy said it was more than enough. Thicker at the base, a light curve to the left, it was your basic penis. I began moving my hand along its length. I thought of those large breasts and the perky girl. And her ass, small, round, I could probably cup one cheek in each hand. But not those tits. They were more than a handful. I started imagining a date with the girl. But of course the thoughts quickly turned to her getting naked. What would she look like naked? How would those tits feel in my hand? What would it be like to sink my cock into her tight young pussy? Ridiculous thoughts. But they had the desired effect. My cock got harder. I could feel my balls twitching, contracting. Then my cock throbbing in my hand and spurts of cum. Pent up feelings and needs bursting forth.
Then laying there resting, panting. Cum splattered and stuck in the hair on my chest, on my stomach, down my softening cock. I said a silent thank you to sorority girl and got up to take another shower.
When I was again clean and dry and dressed in clothes better suited for the public I noticed the flyer on the nightstand. I picked it up and read over the details. Apparently my raffle ticket was also an invite to attend their event. Cocktails, the raffle, then one additional fundraiser, an auction for a date with the sorority girl of your choosing. Damn those girls knew how to raise money. I noted the date, then tossed it aside. Probably some rich student with Daddy's money to burn would win. I thought on it a moment more, then shook my head and went out for the day.
It was a last minute decision. I'd left the flyer on the night stand and had noticed that the event was the current evening. I really had no plans and thought 'fuck it', I may as well go and see if I win the raffle. Maybe I could ask the girl her name to, um, help my next fantasy. Yes, she had reappeared in my dreams. I'd woken up a couple of times the past few weeks with a raging hardon and thoughts of her tits. It said, semi-formal so I got out my good suit. I decided against a tie. I had a thing about ties and dressing up really, but their event, so I could compromise.
I got there to see people in tuxes and people in clothes much farther from semi-formal than I was. I picked up a drink and circled the room. There she was, difficult to find at her height, but impossible to miss once found. She wore a tight shimmering blue dress, cut low enough to show a good bit of cleavage, and short enough to show shapely legs leading up to her cute ass. I casually made my way over towards her and was pleased when she turned, noticed me, and smiled.
"Hi, you came! And my you do dress up nicely."
"You look amazing....I guess I don't know your name."
"Oh right. Daphne. Daphne Shelby." She held out her hand. I took it lightly in mine,
"James, Loughlin."
"Nice to be on first name basis. Have fun." She turned to continue mingling. No doubt collecting suitors to bid on a date. She was as stunning going as coming. A young man I didn't know moved up next to me.
"Damn, that's a fine woman." I looked, saw he was quite a bit younger than me and not wanting to seem like an old perv,
"She is cute."
"Cute? Those tits and that ass."
"Be nice, friend." Maybe noticing I was an "old" guy,
"Sorry. But I will be running up the bidding." I shrugged. Maybe he would. Maybe it was just big talk. I looked around and saw that all the young women looked pretty amazing. But every time I saw that blue dress...
The MC asked all the sorority girls to gather back stage. The first order of business was to announce how much had been raised to "Save the Girls". It was an impressive number. A credit to the hard work, and looks of the sorority members and also the fairly well to do area we lived in. And maybe mostly, the horniness of men. Next the MC said that he would choose a girls name from one basket and the winning number from the other. The name was not Daphne's and the number was a good ways off from mine. The winner was what appeared to be a 30ish guy and his date a tall attractive girl. He seemed well pleased and so did she.
Next we moved on to the bidding. The remaining girls came out on stage and waved. The audience applauded politely. The MC announced,
"We could probably raise more by auctioning a date with each of these pretty ladies, but the rules are the rules so it's one winner and winner's choice. OK?"
There were some complaints, but with only one chance I was sure they'd do well. The bidding started and I let it go for awhile to see how crazy it would get. The young man I was standing with earlier quickly got into a bidding war with another youngish guy. To my surprise they tapered off sooner than I expected and were quickly topped by a business like gentleman who was a good ten years my junior. I decided to throw out an offer and noticed Daphne look my way and smile. We went on for a bit, a third man joining in, then they both went quiet and I realized I might just win. It was well more than I had intended to spend. But it was going to charity and what the hell I deserved to treat myself. Just when I thought I was set, the young man from earlier put up his hand. Shit. He looked over at me and grinned. I looked from him to Daphne. And raised my hand. This went on a bit longer. The girls on stage were laughing amongst themselves. The audience members were making remarks of their own. I saw Daphne lean over and say something to the girl next to her. The other girl raised her eye brows and nodded. With a huff the kid made one more bid. I topped him and he sat back dejected. "Once, twice", Bang. "We have a winner." I was called to the stage. There was some rumblings and unheard comments in the audience. From some of the girls too. I gave them my info, then the MC announced.
"Our winner, with his very generous donation is Mr. James Loughlin. Mr. Loughlin, please offer your hand to the lady you would like to invite on a date. I nodded to the audience then walk to Daphne and put out my hand. She smiled at me and took my hand standing alongside as everyone applauded. The evening over, the other girls mingled and moved off the stage. I looked down at Daphne, into her blue eyes.
"So, now what?"
"You invite me on a date?"
"Oh, um, I haven't been on a date with someone new in 30 years." She smiled. She had such perfect teeth. Her hands were wrapped around my arm.
"Dinner would be nice."
"Oh, ok. I know just the place. What night is good for you?"
"I have some exams, but when they're done it would be a great way to unwind. How about a week from tomorrow?" For a moment I acted like I was mentally checking a calendar when I would have changed any plans for Daphne.
"Sure, that works. It's casual. Outdoors so you can dress appropriately." She squeezed my arm,
"Sounds great. Here let me give you my address where you can pick me up. And here's my cell # in case something comes up." Then she was off to join the other girls. I wondered if they'd give her grief over having a date with an "old" guy, when there were many younger options as possibilities. I looked at the paper. Laughed. I just got the number and address of a college girl. Shaking my head I walked towards the exit. As I passed the kid fom earlier he joked,
"Have fun. You beat me for my first choice but I got a date with one of the other girls and it'll be a lot cheaper."
"Good luck." And I moved on.
The week passed all too slowly. The night of the date was a little cooler than anticipated, so I put on a long sleeve collarless shirt and dark jeans. I thought the shirt was loose enough to hide my middle age middle without being obviously baggy. I drove to the address and knocked on the door. A young lady answered and called over her shoulder,
"Daffy, your date's here." With just enough sing song to be teasing. In a moment Daphne appeared. She had a pinkish color sweater in a color that most likely has a name I've never heard. It was soft and stretched where it needed to then held tight on her slim stomach. Her jeans showed just how nice her legs and butt were.
"James! All ready to go." I offered my hand and she took it waving to her housemates. Laughing she said,
"Don't wait up!" This was met by a chorus of "ooooooo's"
On the drive out to the lake we exchanged pleasantries. She's in junior year, majoring in business. She liked my car. She was happy I'd won.
"Some of those younger guys. Eww. I was hoping for a gentleman."
"Why thank you." We got a table in my favorite area overlooking the lake. The cool air was doing wonders for her nipples under that sweater. I was doing my best to hold her eyes which sparkled as she happily talked about anything and everything. I had to ask,
"Daffy?"
"Oh just a nickname. Every once in a while I do some dumb blonde thing and one time Meredith came up with Daffy Daphne and it stuck. I don't mind. It's just friends and I'm actually pretty smart even if that seems bragging."
"No, you should be proud of yourself."
"With all the sorority work we do, it's not just parties, it's a lot of volunteering, and school work, I get so few chances for a nice night out. I'm really enjoying this."
"I am too. I haven't had a night like this in ages." She put her hand on mine.
"If I'm not being too forward, a man like you, you shouldn't be alone. You still have a lot of life yet." I smiled at her. She seemed wise beyond her years.
"That's sweet of you. And this night is helping remind me of that." She held my hand just a bit longer. Then smiled and went back to her meal. When we finished and were driving back she said,
"It's been so nice. But it's still early. Can we stop for a drink. As you saw, I AM old enough." Well at least she had presented an acceptable license to the waiter.
"OK, let me see. What's on the way?"
"Isn't your house near here? You must have some wine." Oh, wow. OK. Think.
"Um, yes actually. Would that be ok with you?"
"Sure. I think you're very nice. And handsome."
"Oh please. I could be..."
"Don't say it." I didn't. We arrived at my home a short while later and I was happy that I'd recently had the cleaning service in. We settled in the living room. I found a bottle of Cab I'd been saving and got a fire started. We settled in watching the flames. "You can sit next to me." I moved closer. "Mmm, this is nice. You have a lovely place."
"Thank you. Whenever I think of moving someplace smaller I'm reminded of how much I like it." Daphne got up to use the bathroom then when she returned she noticed photos on the mantle.
"Is this your wife?"
"Yes, Wendy."
"Pretty. Look at you two. What a nice couple."
"We had some great times."
"But remember what I said. You can have more." Now she was sitting right next to me. Leaning on my shoulder. "James?"
"Yes?"
"Don't take this the wrong way. We get instructions and these dates are supposed to be over already. Just dinner and a drink or something."
"Of course, I didn't. I can take you home now."
"I'd like to stay." I was stunned. Only in my wildest dreams did I...
"You would?" She looked up at me. The flickering fire danced in her eyes.
"Uh huh." Dumbass me asked,
"Why?" I thought I'd blown it when a look came across her face.
"Don't you like me? I like you and I feel so good with you next to me."
"Like you? I think you're adorable."
"And sexy?"
"Very."
"I'm getting warm. I'm going to lose this sweater." She sat up and pulled the sweater over her head. The static eletricity had her hair sticking in all directions. She reached back and unclasped her bra. Her full round breasts fell towards me. They were damn near perfect. Smallish areola and nipples and large round breasts, still firm with her young age. She leaned towards me and offered her mouth, her hand pushing up under my shirt to drag across my chest. "Mmm, I like some hair. So manly." As we kissed I tried holding a breast, but only managed to barely balance it on my hand. Our kisses moved from mouths to necks and down. She removed my shirt to allow her tongue to kiss down to my chest before relenting and allowing me to taste her tits. I kissed all around each one, paying attention to the entirety of her before gently licking and kissing at her nipples. "Oh James, that's so nice. The boys just latch on and suck on my nipples." I broke away and returned to her neck, then pulling at her lips, tongues reaching and touching. "I want to do something for you. I can feel your need."
Daphne slid down off the sofa, looking up at me as she undid my belt, then the button on my jeans. She unzipped me and slid down my jeans and boxer briefs in one motion. When my cock popped up she smiled, pulled it towards her and gently bit it with her white teeth. Then her tongue moved up and down, flicking at the top and wrapping around. When she took me into her mouth a groan escaped me, then "ooh" as she took more of me into her mouth. Her wet warm mouth moved up and down me as she cupped my balls and stroked the bottom. She was smiling and teasing as she sucked and licked. She felt my balls contract and my cock thicken, then looking me in the eye, closed her mouth over the tip and sucked as my cum shot out, and waves of sensations coursed over me. I trembled and tensed as my cum filled her mouth. She gamely swallowed and sucked the last drops from me before sitting alongside me. "I thought you might need that."
"You have no idea. I haven't..."
"Ssh, no pasts for now, just what's next."
"Next?"
"Uh huh. I'm going to get naked and you're going to use your experience to please me, then when you're ready we're going to make love."
"We are. Oh my god."
"No, I'm just a girl who finds you interesting and attractive and I want to show you how much." She stood and I worked at her jeans. When I slid them down I found the smallest ladies underwear imaginable. She turned so I could see where a single string ran up between two perfect ass cheeks. These I could cup in my hand. Then another surprise. When I slid down her tiny underwear I saw for the first time live and up close a bare, smooth pussy. I couldn't held but reach out and touch. "I get it waxed. No stubble." Now I smiled up at her,
"Daphne, this is so amazing. Cute, wow." Her puffy outer lips completely concealed what was beneath, just a thin line between them and a touch of moisture seeping through. I leaned closer, stuck out my tongue, then looked up again, "May I." Her answer was to push my head towards her. I licked at the moisture, then got to the floor and laid her out in front of the fire. Now both naked I let my tongue play over her lips before pressing it between them, searching for her secrets. I tasted her and let my lips pull against hers, then as she opened to me I let my tongue wander up and down, her deep breaths telling me I was doing right by her. Her nails scratched my head through my hair, her legs opened and closed, holding me in place and letting me have full access. Her pussy was smooth and fresh and pink. Her smaller inner lips parting to reveal her opening, small and tight as my tongue circled, probing. The noises she made louder and more insistent as I pushed inside then around, my finger circling her clit, now engorged and demanding attention. I took my time working her up, not missing a spot, responding to her reactions. She lifted her ass from the floor humping her hips drawing my tongue further inside, my fingers now rubbing either side of her clit, her chest heaving, her back arching, I put my hands under her ass and pulled her to me, fucking her with my tongue, my face in close to her most private area, she was crying now, in pleasure I was sure, begging, pleading, wanting. My fingers moved faster and my tongue worked around. Then, a piercing shriek and repeated sounds escaping as she came, maybe more than once, her body shaking rolling, her hands slapping the floor. It had been a long time, but I guess you never forget how to do some things. Her pussy was wet and glistening under the fire light. She slowly came down in a series of deep breaths. I lay alongside her and she breathlessly thanked me.
"James, my god, that was awesome." She kissed me deeply. "I had a feeling you would. Mature men are the best." Another, her tongue in my mouth sucking the breath from me. "And now, take me to bed. My body is yours. No need to ask."
We walked the hall to my bedroom. Only I had been in there for years now. We fell into bed together, this young sexy energetic college girl and me, middle aged, past my prime, but not dead yet. Daphne scratched at my thin beard, combed her fingers through my full head of hair, now with a decent amount of gray mixed in, ran her fingers down through the wiry hairs on my chest and down to my semi hard cock. She cupped my balls offered her tongue to my mouth and went about coaxing an erection. I wasn't sure how long it would take, but Daphne seemed as though she was in no rush. Throwing a leg over me she sat on me and let her tits dangle in my face, leaning down to smother me and giggling as she sat up her hand behind her checking on my status. Deciding that it might be awhile she went back to letting her tits entertain me. I tried catching a nipple, I kneaded them and caressed them, then in a moment of inspiration Daphne slid down along my body until she had my shortened cock nestled between her boobs. Moving up and back she caressed me with her soft round flesh. The feeling and the sight worked its magic. I grew between her breasts until I was nearly fully hard. Daphne laughed,
"The power of tits can never fail."
"Sorry it took so long."
"I have all night." She slid up my body again and now when she reached back she was happy with what she found. She got up on her knees. I propped myself on my elbows to watch what I couldn't quite believe. But I saw it and felt it. There was my cock, slipping between those bare lips, into the warm wetness beyond, up into this sweet young sexy girl. "Aaaah, just right." Daphne sank down letting me reach her depths. She was able to settle herself on me as my cock just bottomed out. Then she leaned forward and rocked on my cock as her tits swayed in rhythm. Her tight pussy holding me and caressing me with each movement of her body. My hands found her ass and held on as she did the work for both of us. She rode and ground herself on me and rode me some more. My cock thankfully went along for the ride. She smiled and laughed with pleasure shaking her tits for me and wiggling her ass in my hands. She was perky and bright and had as much fun having sex as anything else she did. That she was finding this fun with me was an unexpected gift. She changed her angle and changed how I fit in her but kept moving and working, bouncing and sliding and rocking. When I felt myself stiffening, I let her know. She said anything, but I wanted her to have the option. When I tensed she sat on me and leaned forward, kissing me, "Go ahead, I want it all." I closed my eyes against my will, felt it driving forward from inside, then pulling her forward, my hands grabbing tight on her ass, let what cum I had left flow into Daphne. Sweet young Daphne. "MMM, yes, like that." She lay on me and kissed me as whatever was in me ran into her. She stayed there her breasts crushed between us as my cock softened and my cum leaked from her. "James, that was wonderful. Thank you." Thank you? This goddess was thanking me for fucking her. Now that was funny. I must have chuckled to myself. "What's so funny?"
"You thanking me. This has been an experience I couldn't even imagine."
"Oh stop, you deserve anything and everything. You showed me such a nice time and treated me like a lady. That the sex ws good too is a plus. Would you be put off if I asked if we could do this again?"
"Again? At my age, I'm sure I'm done for the night."
"Oh no. I meant another time. Dinner, drinks, sexy fun?" I looked her in the eyes. She wasn't kidding.
"Really? I figured this was a one time that went better than I could have hoped."
"No, you're so nice. I mean, I have a million things to do and all, but how about Tuesdays. No other commitment. Dinner, drinks and whatever happens after." I rolled us over so I could look down at her. I searched her eyes but there was no sign at all that she was putting me on.
"You're not kidding. Surely you must have guys at school your age..."
"That'll take me for pizza, grope my boobs and try to get right in my pants? Sure, lots. And sometimes I let them. But this is different. I like how I was treated. I wouldn't have, you know, DONE it, if I hadn't had a good time. I'm no virginal good girl, but I'm not easy either. It depends on how I feel. And how the guy acts. You're all class. Starting with bidding a small fortune just to have dinner with me."
"I couldn't help myself. I wanted to spend a few hours talking to you."
"I believe that. You never gave off any vibe that you were expecting more. The girls talk about past years. Some of them have to fight off men, young and old, who think the date includes sex. We're not call girls."
"Believe me I was caught unexpected."
"I know, that's what made it so fun. And I like fun. Next week I get to pick the date." She snuggled up next to me and we soon were asleep.
As is my habit I woke early, went in for a pee and when I came back to the bed she was laying there on her stomach. I sat next to her and looked over her smooth back, the curve of her hips, her soft rounded butt. I let my hand wander up and down her back then rest on her ass as I lay back down beside her. She let out a soft moan and turned her head my way. A blue eye opened and I saw it look up and down. "Nope, not a mistake."
"Thank goodness. Imagine I was a creepy old horror?"
"I'd go running shreiking naked into the streets." She turned on her side. I noticed she didn't pull up the sheets to cover herself. I guess with a body like hers there's no need to hide, even first thing in the morning. I laughed at her comment.
"Much to my neighbors' enjoyment I imagine. Would you like breakfast?"
"I would love breakfast." She looked down. But first I'd like a little more of your friend there. Then I want a shower. Then I need to walk around your house looking for my clothes. How's that for a plan? I answered by moving on top of Daphne, then as she moved her legs aside I found the place and pushed my morning wood into her. I pulled her legs up on either side and enjoyed the sight of her breasts bouncing and shaking as I fed my cock into her. As always she smiled and laughed and enjoyed herself, encouranging me to go harder, "fuck that bitch." I laughed. She was so much fun. When I tired a little I lay beside her held, her to me as I pushed my cock up from behind bouncing her tits in my hand, feeling her tight pussy gripping at me until with the new day I found new reserves of cum to share. I lay back with a sigh and watch as she got up naked and walked to my bathroom. I heard the shower running and was about to walk down to the kitchen when she called out for a towel. I got one and opened the door to the bathroom. She pulled back the shower curtain showing her soapy body,
"Come on!" So I hopped in. She made me feel decades younger and seemed to have no problem with my less than tight body. We splashed and kissed and cleaned, then dried off and walked to the kitchen naked.
"What would your neighbors think?"
"That I'm the luckiest guy on the block?" I made breakfast and watched Daphne dress. She was as sexy clothed as naked and that's saying something. I pulled on my jeans and served us. We ate and joked about her making the walk of shame.
"No shame in what I did." I drove her back to the house she was sharing with three other girls. She ran up to the front door and waved. Then she was gone.
Until next Tuesday. Good to her word we get together once a week. Do something new. Try various restaurants then go to my place to spend the night. She shows me things that I wasn't aware of, or had forgotten. And fun. We always have fun.
