Hey, I wanted to thank those of you that read, commented or saved my very first story. It means a lot. I'm not real good at dreaming things up, plus with my limited imagination, well, it's just best to report the facts. This story kinda rides behind it, but if you didn't read it, that's okay. After being unknowing about the ways of the world, it seemed like I got a crash course all at once. I just thought I'd tell you about it.
A lot of stuff happened right after my chance encounter with Gabby. I got paid for a full aluminum polish on an antique monoplane that took a couple hundred hours to do. I wash and detail private airplanes for a living. Following the advice of Mom's insurance agent, I bought a four cylinder van, with enough room for all my cleaning equipment. Whatever get up and go it had got up and left before I came on the scene, but NHRA was never my thing.
The other thing was, I got a garage apartment that Mom helped me furnish out of relics in the basement. It was near a college, but the owner and my uncle were friends, so I got dibs.
Going back, Gabby and I ate lunch after we recovered from playtime in the car. Afterwards, I dropped her off in Midtown after she got my phone number. She didn't offer hers, probably a burner phone, like I would know. She patted my shoulder as she climbed out. Figured that was it.
But, lo and behold, she did call me early one Thursday night about a week later, I guess to say hi or something. I didn't know the number and almost didn't answer.
"Hey Billy, guess who?"
"Hey, I guess your mouth isn't sore anymore." I referenced our encounter behind the dumpster.
"No, it's all good. So what are you doing?"
I filled her in like I told y'all, plus the fact I was dog sitting at my mom's house. She'd gone to Washington for the twice delayed annual DAR meeting.
Gabby asked if I'd like some company. I had to think about it for a nanosecond before I said yes and she told me where to come get her.
She was waiting on the porch of a nice old house in Midtown when I pulled up and waved out the window. She came down the steps wearing a muslin looking blouse and jeans. She had a moderately large handbag and sunglasses propped up on her head. Also now her tresses were all blonde and had been styled in loose ringlets. Gabby had transformed!
As an aside, I'd 'rescued' Gabby from an abusive fellow that meant to make her at least uncomfortable. She'd jumped into my car in a drive thru burger joint and we bolted, the fellow in hot pursuit. She was of middling height, dyed hair and looked 'streety', in the vernacular. I got the feeling she was new to the trade, a desperate and risky move, but everyone has to eat. She might have weighed one-ten, not much more.
But she had just the prettiest breasts, like you'd see on Pornhub, but I can attest they were real, a delight to feel and suck. She was otherwise lean, with a smallish but perfect little butt, soft, yet muscular, adorable. I can attest that she knew how to use it, oh boy.
She peered at my old van before climbing in."This sure isn't your mom's Buick. Even though you told me, I still had it in my head you'd be in her car." Then she leaned over and kissed my cheek, and whispered, "Hey there. Miss me?" She smelled of jasmine.
I had a feeling right then that this would be a good night at the house. Things had changed for the better in Gabby's world. She had met a disabled woman named Alicia loading, or rather trying to load her groceries in Trader Joe's parking lot and stepped in to help. One thing led to another and now Gabby had a place to stay in return for helping out. Also, she'd gotten on part time at the Ace hardware within walking distance.
As she put it, "I changed careers in a hurry. I'd take in wash before I'd ever go back to renting myself out. The county clinic says I'm clean and I'm gonna keep it that way."
We came in through the back door to be greeted by Mom's shih tzu Khan, holding a toy in his mouth. Evidently the dog thought this would be the best deterrent for burglars and such. He tried it on everybody, every time. What was most enjoyable was the view as she bent over playing with him. Even better is her catching me looking and grinning at me.
I went into the kitchen to get some sweet tea. Gabby and the dog followed.She gazed out the sliding doors at the Bradford pears shimmering in the breeze. Then she saw the pool.
"Oh, that's nice. I didn't know you had a pool."
"I don't. It's Mom's, but I'm the only one that uses it. That reminds me, I need to get the vacuum out of it. It should be done by now."
She set up the umbrella and eased into a lounger as I pulled up the vacuum. I was getting the skimmer off the cedar fence when she remarked on how private it was.
I agreed, "It is now. My dad had the fence put up years ago and the trees have filled in..." I had looked over at the now topless blonde slinging her blouse on the table.
"Think we might go for a dip, Billy?"
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Gabby's nipples got tight and hard when she stepped into the cool water. She gasped. "Isn't it heated?"
I laughed and dragged her shrieking into the 4ft. Section.
We splashed and carried on like young uns. Her squirming in my arms was the best part. Girls just feel great in water. Her pubes were filling back in from the partial shave job and her apples bounced buoyantly.
We stopped splashing and grabassing with each other only long enough for her to ascertain that there was conditioner and a blow dryer in the house. Then she dove underwater and a soft warm mouth enveloped me. She gave me a few tugs as she sucked and I was rigid as an ironing board.
She surfaced, wiping her eyes. "Doncha just love taking a dip? It's so relaxing, isn't it?" I think she giggled at my captivation.
All I could do is look at her, water streaming off her shoulders and those soft peach fuzzed boobs of hers. I never wanted anyone so bad. Which is completely true since Gabby was indeed my first. She reached over, giving me a grab.
"Ok, too serious too soon. Let's swim a little. I brought some treats for later."
I learned that a rigid member creates a lot of drag when you're trying to swim.
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It was later. The sun was riding some orange and dark blue clouds as Khan went out to inspect the bushes. The doorbell rang. I'd given Gabby some money to pay for the calzones I'd ordered. We ate in the kitchen, Khan watching each of our bites carefully in case we missed our mouths. He did get the last bite, in case you wondered.
Gabby had rolled up a thin caftan in her purse, which she was now wearing and nothing under. I had on a pair of old gym shorts from high school and nothing else. We were sitting on the front porch on a yellow rattan sofa.
I was having trouble concentrating. Had another guy walked up to the house he'd have had the same problem. You could see right through the caftan, darn.
