It is Sunday morning I am laying here in bed touching myself, aroused thinking about what had happened. Let me tell you the story. Last Friday evening, I was sitting alone at home wondering what the weekend would bring. It had been incredibly boring lately and I wished for a little excitement to invade my life. The telephone rang in the other room, probably another telemarketer I thought, it was suppertime after all.
I picked up the phone trying not to be rude, “Hello.”
“Hi. What’s your problem?”
“I was expecting another phone solicitation for a free siding estimate. Sorry. What’s going on?”
“I was sitting here reading your story and enjoying it very much.”
“Really, which story is that?”
“The one about your first time.”
“Oh, you like it huh,” I laughed. “What exactly did you like about it?”
“I think the fact that it was about me. Why are you laughing, it was about me wasn’t it?”
“Maybe.”
“You always told me I was your first,” you whispered in your little girl voice.
“Maybe I lied.”
“You can be such a jerk sometimes. Here I am reading your story, getting all wet and wanting to play with myself and then you tell me you lied.”
I sensed a little anger in her voice and was surprised at what she said. She never talks that way to me. If I even laughingly say I need to get laid she acts like she is pissed. Maybe it really was a good story.
“I just love to tease you, you know that?”
Her tone change noticeably to one of almost pleading, “Want to do something tonight?”
“Sure. What did you have in mind?”
“I was thinking of something special and kind of wanted to surprise you. I can come and pick you up. Can you be ready in a hour?”
“Yeah, that will give me time to take a shower. See you then.”
As I was getting undressed to take a shower I was wondering what she had in mind. She was always a little reserved in public and would get angry with me if I told her I thought she looked good. “You’re drunk,” she’d say, which always pissed me off a little. I don’t have to be drunk to tell her I think she still looks hot. I am not saying it because I think it will get me in her pants, I say it because it’s true. It has been a long time since we have had sex, years as a matter of fact, but I still remember how hot she was in bed and often get hard just thinking about it.
She really was my first and the memory of that time is still fresh in my mind even after almost 32 years. There is a song, “Lady in Red” or something like that, I can never remember the title, which always makes me think of that first time with her. The memory is an amazing thing and I think it is important to relive those memories as often as possible, so they stay fresh in my mind. Besides what better thing to think about anyway then a good fuck? Thinking of it now was making me hard. As I started stroking my cock, remembering the taste of her pussy, I glance at the clock and saw almost a half hour had slipped by. I better get hopping unlike most women she is always early.
A quick dash to the front door to leave it unlock, in case I am not ready when she arrives and I jump in the shower. I like taking a shower. I like the feel of the hot water on my body. Actually I just like the feel of my body. I think it is left over from all those years I worked construction. I really enjoy the outdoors and always liked the feel of the sun on my bare back. I am still in pretty good shape “for an older man,” or so they tell me. I hate that phrase. I noticed I have put on a few pounds over the years, but I still have a 32” waist, which isn’t too bad.
I have always liked to masturbate, I do it quite often, and the shower has always been my favorite place. When I am washing I will soap my bare hands up and pay special attention to my cock, twirling my soapy hand over the head. Being uncircumcised the head of my cock is especially sensitive. This sends shivers all over my body. If I am really horny, I will get my finger well lathered up and stick it up my ass. When I do this I often wish I could suck myself and imagine doing it. This makes my orgasms especially intense. I had my eyes closed and was daydreaming, letting the hot water wash over my back, stroking myself, enjoying the pleasure, when I heard a sigh. I looked up and nearly jumped out of my skin. She was standing there watching me.
“Having fun?” she laughed in a seductive voice.
“You scared the shit out me!”
She laughed again and asked, “Need some help?”
For some reason I was terribly embarrassed, probably because I was so surprised. I turned my back to her and tried to conceal my erection. Smiling, she reached in and patted my ass.
“Hurry up and get out, it’s time to go. And by the way, nice ass.”
As she turned to walk out of the bathroom I noticed she was wearing a short skirt and blouse, which I was not used to seeing her in. She usually wore pants of some sort. She closed the door quietly behind her leaving me wondering what was going on. I finished rinsing off, my erection quickly going down and toweled myself off. I didn’t bring any clothes into the bathroom with me, I never do, living alone and all, what’s the point? I hate a wet towel on the bed, so I hung it up and walked out naked, hoping she wasn’t looking. I could see her there in the living room reading and she never even glanced up as I walked by. I had laid my clothes out before I went in to take a shower and dressed in a hurry. Pulling a sweater over my head and slipping on a pair of tight jeans, I admired my ass in the mirror. Maybe I still do have a nice ass. I was starting to get aroused again and needed to hurry up. No time for that now. I came out of the bedroom adjusting my cock in my pants, thinking she was still reading and there she was smiling at me.
She stared at my crotch, a strange smile on her face, and said, “Are you all adjusted and ready to go?”
“Ready,” I said trying to hide my embarrassment.
I couldn’t help wondering what had come over her this was so unlike her. She stood up and headed for the door, not even waiting for me. As we walked to her car, she didn’t say a word just opened her door and got in. I got in the other side, sat down and looked at her.
“Where are we going? Any place exciting?”