Intro: The exploits of a man whose given name fit him perfectly, Randy, and he certainly was that. He was a high-school history teacher and coach until he hit the lottery and retired early at 52. While he was not averse to returning flirtatious quips from the girls in his classes, he did avoid giving in to the urge, telling the more enticing of them to, "come see me after you graduate." Some did, but these stories deal with his life after hitting it big and building two houses; one along a river bluff 45 miles inland from the Atlantic Ocean and another on a secluded portion of the Northern Outer Banks, both equipped with playrooms. And he still had over a hundred million to spare. All characters are 18+ years of age. All stories can stand alone, but reading the series gives added insights and descriptions as it unfolds.
Synopsis: Little blonde abandoned on the beach
June, 2017 - OBX house
"You picked up any hot ones lately?" Sam asked as he delivered the pizza to Randy's usual table.
Randy, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, laughed at him and Sam joined in.
"Are you living vicariously through my escapades Sam?"
"Well, sorta, kinda" Sam admitted and let his voice trail off.
It was the middle of the week and the place wasn't particularly full,
"Sit down and have a slice with me. Have you even had lunch yet?"
"Well, no, but I can't. What if Buzz came in?" Buzz was the owner.
"Screw him, if he ever gives you any grief you tell me and I'll buy the place out from under him and put you and Linda in charge," and Randy winked at him and patted the chair for him to sit. Linda was a forty-something lady who weighed upwards of 250 pounds and could out drink any man. She was also the cook. "Hell, as much as I eat here, I probably own half the place already."
Sam sat and Randy put a piece of the pie on a napkin for him. "Eat," and the white-haired retiree who was creeping up on 80 looked around and then picked up the slice.
Randy chewed and talked at the same time, "You know about Katie. That was back in May," and Sam focused on him as they ate. "You don't know about the mother and her two college-aged daughters. That was a week ago."
Sam swallowed, "A mother and two daughters? At the same time?"
Randy chuckled and took a drink of his sweet tea, "No friend, not at the same time. She was an old acquaintance from back in my twenties and I told her I would do her again if she let me fuck her daughters too."
"And she agreed?"
"She wanted the dick bad Sam."
The older man shook his head and took another bite.
"That's all for out here this go-round. There were a couple back home before I came out, but that's it for the year."
"How?" the elder man asked.
"How do I pick them?" and the elder man nodded. "Well, sometimes it's a chance meeting with a former student who had a crush. Sometimes it's a lady that I get a feel for and I make myself available. Young women who work in media are usually in small towns for their first or second job. They don't know anyone and work long hours, but they still get days off and they still get horny. And then there are those who make their own move, like the call girl in the blue mini-dress last year."
Sam nodded and then looked out at the other patrons. He turned back to Randy, "What about that one in the front, far corner?"
Randy didn't even look, he just stared at Sam and asked him in mock seriousness, "What, you're my broker now?" He casually slid his head to the side and took in the woman for a few seconds and then turned back to his friend.
"Pass, too much ink."
Sam looked back and the lady was built nicely, but had a full sleeve down each arm from her shoulders to her wrists. He turned back to Randy, "That's kinda harsh ain't it?"
"Sam, she's got a nice body and for all I know she's a wonderful lady and a great fuck, but if I took her home all I would look at would be the tattoos. Now that's my hang-up, not hers, but it is what it is."
After a moment of thought, Sam started laughing.
"What?" Randy asked him. Sam shook his head from side to side and laughed harder. "What?" Randy asked again, more insistently.
"What about Linda?" the old man managed to get out between guffaws.
Randy joined in the laughing for a moment and then turned serious, "Ah, no. 140 would be pushing my limit, so Linda is out of my range."
"Oh, com'on. Big women need lovin' too." Sam teased.
"That they do my friend, they deserve it same as the rest of 'em. It just doesn't have to be from me. Call me prejudiced if you want, but I like what I like and generally I like them either petite or tall and lean."
*
It was later that afternoon and Randy had just finished rigging up the Sybian on a stand so that he could seat someone off the floor upon it. He exited the playroom and turned to look out the bedroom windows toward the beach. There was a couple in swimsuits standing beside a four-wheel drive truck. It was readily apparent that they were having an argument filled with passion and rage. He could not tell much more about them, just that they looked young and the chick was very petite and dressed in a tiny yellow bikini that matched her hair.
He came out onto the gazebo and watched as they continued going at each other, but he could not hear what was being said as the wind took the shouted words away toward Virginia. They were very upset with one another, gesturing wildly with their hands and at one point the young man drew back a fist and Randy started to head down, but stopped when he saw the young man had turned away. Instead of hitting her, he climbed into the 4WD and abandoned the tiny girl on the beach.
The young woman buried her head in her hands and then wiped her eyes, her long hair whipping in the wind, as she looked around at her predicament. She spotted Randy's house and then looked back down the beach at the departing vehicle and shot it the double bird.
She tried to tame her hair as she looked at the house that sat behind the dunes and began the trudge toward it.
When she got on his side of the dunes, Randy was seated in one of the chairs under the gazebo, watching her progress. He was sure that she had not seen him yet.
"Hello," he said in a calm baritone.
She stopped in surprise and tried to figure out where the voice had come from, finally spotting him and waving. Randy waved back and then waved her up and she completed her trek toward a stranger.
"Hello," she said as she arrived at the top step of his pool deck. She had a very high voice that was cracked with emotion. "Would you mind if I came in and got out of the wind?"
Although she was small and he was not yet sure of her age, he could tell that her ass was too luscious to refuse her request, even if he only got to ogle it. He started the video machines with his remote.
"Not at all. Come on up," and he rose from his chair and pointed her toward the French doors that led to the main area of the house. She maneuvered around the pool and as he opened the door for her, presented his hand and introduced himself, "My name's Randy. Whatever you need, just ask."
