Old George spent the next few days in something of a daydream, not quite able to believe what had happened. The whole experience had only served to heighten his state of constant arousal, leaving him with the constant urge to masturbate himself as he tried to recount in detail everything that had happened.
He was annoyed at himself for one thing however... A few years ago he had bought himself a video camera for the purpose of trying to secretly film women out and about in the streets and shops and so on. It never really proved successful and the camera soon finished up stuck in the back of a cupboard gathering dust. He wished he had had the foresight to dig it out and video the whole event, just imagine how fantastic that would have been, being able to watch it over and over again, but such was his blinding excitement at the time that it never even crossed his mind.
The days went on and soon turned into weeks as old George went back to his usual mundane life, doing nothing except walking the streets as before admiring all the beautiful women he saw, wishing he could touch, feel, and of course, fuck them all. His frustration had turned him back to his trusted collection of girls in his porno magazines for relief, wanking himself off over them with a new and far better sense of what it would really be like to fuck them.
It was now six weeks since the girl, Mandy, had come to his house and old George knew he had seen the last of her. After all he realised every time he saw his reflection in the mirror that he had just got extremely lucky....... incredibly lucky in fact, to think that the dirty little old man looking back at him had managed to have his wicked way with such a beautiful and sexy girl as she was.
It was a very warm friday afternoon, and as George was about to prepare something for his dinner he noticed the woman next door go out to do some gardening. Never one to miss an opportunity he went upstairs to watch her from his back bedroom window. She was a slim woman in her mid thirties, nothing too special but attractive enough, enough that is to allow old George to spy on her while he played with himself as he had done many times before.
As she worked at her flower bed old George smiled a dirty little smile as he started to rub his frustrated old cock through his trousers while staring at her ass.
"Oh yes you dirty little slut," he whispered under his breath as he watched her from behind his curtains. "I bet you would love me to stick my big cock up you wouldn't you..." he carried on as he fantasised over her.
Imagining himself standing behind her he was about to get his cock out for a much needed wank when there came a knock at the door. "Shit!" he said as he had to stop what he was doing and go to answer it. Halfway down the stairs it knocked again, "Ok! I'm coming I'm coming!" He was not at all happy at being disturbed, until that is, he opened it to see who was stood there...... it was her.....Mandy....his girl.
"I...Its you...." he said, barely able to speak as his heart seemed to leap into his throat.
"You have to fill in this form and sign it!" she said rather abruptly as she thrust some folded pieces of paper at him.
He just stood there in amazement as he looked into her beautiful young face, unable to believe it was really her. He looked her over, as always she was in her college uniform and looked like a dream, her huge tits every bit as wonderful as he remembered them as they fought to escape the confines of her tight blouse.
"Oh yes, thank you God," he thought to himself as every nerve in his body seemed to be screaming at him to reach out and grab her.
Looking down he saw she hadn't worn her short skirt this time but instead had on black trousers. But they were tight....very tight in fact as they stretched around her thighs and hips hugging her crotch tightly...... God she looked just so incredibly sexy.
"You have to fill this in and sign it!!!" she repeated waving the pieces of paper in his face.
He took it from her but carried on looking down her body, making no attempt to hide the fact that he was pleased at what he saw. The corners of his mouth turned upwards as a smile came across his old face.
He looked back at her sweet young face, her blonde hair, as always, pulled back into a pony tail. "What is it?" he asked.
"Its a satisfaction form that you have to fill in and sign."
"Oh I'm sorry, please do come in....." he said as he gathered his senses together.
"No I think I had better wait here."
"Please yourself," he said, handing her back the form.
"No you have to fill it in for me!" She replied as she refused to take it back from him.
"Well then you had better come in!" he said a little more sternly as he turned and walked through to the back of the house in the hope that she would follow.
"O....Ok.... but no funny business," she called out as she stepped inside remembering only too well what had happened before.
He went through and sat at the table studying the form for a few moments as he noticed her from the corner of his eye appear nervously in the doorway.
"Come on in then....don't be shy," he said to her as he again looked her up and down.
She looked at him and although he was in his sixties it has to be said, to her, he looked more like a man in his nineties. She felt disgusted with herself wondering how she could have ever let what happened before happen with the dirty old man that sat there, let alone finish up actually enjoying it!!!. His old shirt and trousers were dirty and stained, his collar and cuffs badly frayed, he looked as if he had been living in the same clothes since the last time they met. His face was unshaven and, together with the rest of him, in need of a good wash. As she stood there the room seemed to be filled with that stale smell of an old person that she remembers so well.
"It says here that you were supposed to have called in on me three times a week for the past six weeks," he said as he looked over at her.
"Well you know as well as I do why I didn't," she replied, "look I'm finishing for the summer now and I need to get this form back before I can get my grades!"
"Do you really?" he enquired as he rubbed his stubbly old chin with his hand looking her up and down, "mmmmmm I see."
"Forget it!" she said angrily, knowing exactly what he was thinking and turned to leave.
"Wait wait wait!" he said hurriedly not wanting her to leave.
"I told you no funny business.....ok?" she again emphasized.
"Ok," he said in a reluctant tone, then as he looked over the form one more time he had an idea. "Look I'll make a deal with you, do a bit of tidying around the place for me while I fill this in, I mean, its only fair as that is what you were supposed to do anyway......"
She looked suspiciously at him for a moment.
"You can make a start upstairs in my bedroom....it is a bit of a mess."
"What, so you can accuse me of stealing from you again?"
"No no, I promise.........trust me."
She thought for a moment before agreeing on the strict understanding that he stay downstairs.With that she slipped off her blazer and hung it over the back of a chair. The old boy just sat there enjoying the view staring at her huge tits longing for a feel.
As she went up the stairs he watched her ass cheeks as they stuck out nice and proud in the tight trousers. God she was so sexy he wished he could just grab her and fuck her brains out there and then.
As she vanished into his room he knew what he had to do, although the erection in his underpants wanted something else, he wasted no time in setting about it.
Turning back he went to the cupboard to dig out his old video camera and then placed it on the bookshelf in the corner of the room. He checked there was a tape in it and turned it on to record. He then got an old towel from the kitchen and threw it over the camera in order to hide it. He then sat himself back down, not completely sure of what he was doing or where it might lead.
Upstairs she was amazed at how messy the room was and how stale it smelt as she set about trying to tidy it up, all the while keeping her ears open in case he came up the stairs.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered to herself.
Grabbing some dirty clothes from the floor she opened the wardrobe to throw them in only to find it full of junk. Turning around she decided to stuff them under the bed only to find something in her way. Dropping them down she reached under to see what it was, only to pull out a huge pile of dirty magazines. "Oh my God!" she whispered to herself as she realised what she had found, her shock grew as she looked back into the wardrobe and saw a pile of maybe a couple of hundred more of them, "you dirty old bastard!" she muttered.
She sat on the floor for a few moments flicking through some of them, the pages were all crusty from years of abuse. As she looked at them she realised that they were mainly full of women with big tits.
"Oh my God, he must have thought all his birthdays had come at once when I turned up on his doorstep," she thought to herself with her own 34 double E cups in mind.
Strangely it all made the 19 year old feel a little naughty as she began to understand the affect her presence must have had on him. She knew men always looked at her and she knew exactly why, but he must have been really struggling to contain himself.
Hurriedly she put them back and quickly tidied the room as best she could before returning back down the stairs.
He sat there pretending to be still looking over the form. Slowly his eyes moved up from it and back to her. She began to feel a little uncomfortable as he continued to stare at her while he placed it flat on the table.
"I'll do this for you," he said, "but you have to do something for me first."
"I told you no funny business!"
"No no don't worry.....I just want you to tell me what happened the last time you were here."
She looked at him puzzled, "what?"
"Well," he went on, "I just want to hear it so I know it wasn't all a dream. Believe it or not, that sort of thing doesn't happen to me every day you know."
"Oh I don't know...." she replied seeing something of a look of desperation in his face.
"Come on, make an old man happy..... If you do I'll sort this form for you..."
"Do I have to?" she complained.
"Well if you don't then maybe I'll have to tell your college that you only actually visited me twice."
"Thats all......nothing else?" she questioned.
"Absolutely....." he replied.
