I often accompany my wife shopping. Many times just to see the young single and married women and fantasizing about seeing them half-naked or them sucking my cock in my car. As a married middle aged man I don't get the sex I used to and sometimes that's a problem and I have to take matters into my own hands so to speak.
A few times my wife would go with one of her friend. This story is about one of those times.
It was about 2:00 P.M. and I was half asleep watching some golf on TV when the doorbell rang. I got up and fumbled my way to the door and to my surprise I found a high school aged girl.
"Hi, I'm selling magazines for my school drama club." She said. That in itself was pretty common. We have alot of families with kids in our neighborhood. What suprised me was her dress, or should I say undress.
"Wow!" I said under my breath and invited her inside. This young thing all of about 18 had a tight pair of shorts and a very loose tank top on to which she more than filled out.
You know I had to buy a couple of magazines from this little vixen just so she would stay around awhile. After what seemed like eternity of filling out the paperwork and staring at her young tits and ass as much as I could without being to damn obvious I had to almost kick her out of the house. I had a major hard-on and only having shorts on I didn't want her to think I was horned up for her, which I was.
"Thanks, Mr. Smith. I really appreciate it." She yelled running across the lawn.
"Not as much as me." I said to myself. Well, off she went. Wow! Quite a well-built young lady. I'm sure all the neighborhood boys are drooling over her. I know I was and I'm old enough to be her father. Hell, I was even rubbing my cock through my shorts thinking about her.
A few minutes went by and another knock at the door. Opening the door I saw a man about my age who had the young girls paperwork for my magazines and wanted to know my name. I was then thinking that maybe she went back to him and ratted me out for oggling over her.
I took the paper and said "yes, that's my name."
"Henry Smith?" He questioned.
"Yeah, that's me."
"John Thompson. Remember me? Jr. high baseball?