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Standing in my backyard, coffee in hand , I survey the large garden. Feeling proud of my achievement. Lost in my thoughts….
“Hi there neighbour.” I jump. Hearing the voice behind me, I quickly turn.
“I didn’t mean to scare you” giggling, “Sorry.”
I’m looking into the eyes of a very beautiful young woman, my eyes quickly giving her the once over. Young compared to me at least as I’m 73. But saying she is incredibly beautiful is the understatement of the ages. I try focusing on her eyes and look into her face hoping she isn’t noticing my wandering eyes.
“My names Lisa. pleased to meet you neighbour.”
Caught by surprise but overcoming my shock at seeing someone this early in the morning, “Ahhhh, Ummm. Hi I’m Ken, your neighbour” laughing and realizing how corny that sounds.
“Yeah, I know. Mom and dad told me. I’m just heading out for my morning run and saw you standing here. Wanted to say ‘Hi’, so Hi,” laughing. “You have a lovely quiet yard. I love your garden and flowers. It’s gorgeous and I’ve snuck over a couple times to read. It’s so peaceful.”
I smile, “Hey Lisa. That’s so nice for you to say. I’m glad you’ve enjoy it. Anytime you wanna come over you’re welcome. An early morning jog, eh.” I raise an eyebrow, “I see. Hence the reason for the spandex.” Immediately feeling stupid at my gaff. Trying to recover from my silly remark. “Is that what they call it?”
Feeling stupid now, thinking she may take offence at me having eyeballed her body.
I’m about to apologize, but Lisa laughs and turns her body around in a circle giving me quick view. “Pretty nice eh Ken” smiling at me. I’m blushing, my face turning red. She’s a spunky little girl and, obviously, very outgoing.
“Its okay Ken. I’m used to being gawked at. I even like it.”
“I’d have to say a 10 out of 10,” laughing “and yeah, I bet you do ,get gawked at. Men who fantasize about fucking you Lisa.” Immediately sorry I said that, but before I can apologize Lisa responds with, “Too bad for them, I’m particular. I prefer older men.” To which my heart jumps. Too bad I’m not capable of arousal. “Glad we got that clarified” I say, but thinking, ‘what a waste for me.’
“Well if I was a youngin at college I’d probably wanna” my voice trails off mumbling “you too.” We laugh.
“I’m more into oral sex. Well, best I get to my running.”
“How long you gonna be?” attempting to recover from my awkwardness. “I’ll have some fresh coffee on for when you get back, if you drink it.”
“Oh yeah, that would be great. About 45 minutes” answering my question. Then repeating “By the way you have a beautiful garden and gorgeous flowers. I love it. Bye for now see ya later.”
She turns and quickly disappears around the house. I grab a lawn chair and quickly sit.
Muttering to myself, “Whew, what just happened?” My arm brushing against my flaccid penis. I reflect. Its 6 am. The beginning of another sunny warm day. I’m enjoying my coffee, surveying my fiefdom, as I’ve come to call it, when suddenly this gorgeous young woman invades my world. My stupid remarks not withstanding, the vision I have in my mind now of her standing before me, about 5 feet 9 inches tall, slender build, shoulder length brunette hair, two pointy breasts, the nipples poking her top, slim waist and a “perfect” butt with long muscular legs. “Oh my goodness” I continue muttering, my penis still attempting arousal and failing, as the vision continues occupying my mind. “Never mind fucking her,” looking down at my limp penis “I’d much rather dive in and eat her out. My specialty.” Laughing. “Seems she likes it too.” Yes, she is certainly a forward and brazen young lady who like my yard and garden. I know cos she said so, twice. Should make for an eventful summer. And she likes older men, for which I qualify. Now, if I could only convince my Cock. Gotta do something about this ‘lack of arousal’ problem.
I finish my coffee and putz in the garden for a bit.
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Forty five minutes later I’m in the kitchen as the coffee finishes brewing.
“I’m back” Lisa knocks and walks right into the house.
“Wow, does that ever smell good, smells strong too. My fav.”
“Yep, you got that right Lisa. Only way to drink it.” Pouring here a cup.
She grabs the cup, sips the coffee, “Oh double WOW” in a raised voice. Then adding “You’re my best friend for life,” moving into the dining room. “C’Mon” waving me to follow. Five minutes with her and I feel alive, really alive, again.
“Well thank you Babe” wondering how she’ll react to me calling her that, hoping I’m not being too forward. She giggles, that contagious giggle again. I luv it.
She plunks herself down in a chair crossing her legs. “Good run?” I ask her trying to initiate the conversation and not be caught staring at her camel toe pussy lips, thinking ‘lord help me.’ My mouth watering for the taste of her nectar. Trying desperately to control myself.
“Sure was. I like running, sivas escort and walking too, when I come home. It’s so quiet and peaceful and no one bothers you and I might add, not quite as peaceful as being in your garden and flower beds.”
“Well, now you are my best friend for life” I say. “That means a lot to me, you saying that.”
“Well, It’s true.” she smiles and sips her coffee. “So what’s your story Ken, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Have you got a couple hours?” I ask smiling.
“I have all day”, unfolding her legs, “But first I gotta change out of these clothes” jumping out of her chair. Before I get a word out, she yells “Be right back, make more coffee please” as she exits the house. And she’s gone. I’m tired just watching her.
Five minutes later she returns with new clothes in her arms.
“My mom’s still sleeping, can I shower here please?’ I nod yes. “Be right back.” And off she goes. I sit down slumping in the chair, feeling tired just watching her.
Ten Minutes Later Lisa reappears, her hair tied up in a towel, and dressed in a ……….
My eyes pop out of head, not even pretending to hide my ogling, and for the second time in an hour the bulge in my jeans grows, tries to grow. I quickly sit down, attempting to hide my discomfort.
My mind races….is this woman for real? Is she intentionally trying to arouse me? My gawd this hasn’t happened in years. Since my heart surgery five years ago and the heart medication I’m prescribed, in particular the beta blockers. The effect this has in my ability to become aroused is the major drawback. I’m alive, yes, but is it worth it? I’ve often wondered.
Then along comes today and my encounter with Lisa. I’m confused.
….. Lisa is wearing a T shirt, which she tied around her breasts, exposing her midriff and a pair of short shorts, tight denim shorts, cut off jean shorts, like really cut off, exposing her long muscular legs, her face covered with and the most beautiful innocent smile. “Voila” she shouts, and again doing a twirl, “pretty hot stuff, eh?”
With that my suspicions arise, thinking ‘what is this girl playing at?’ Sitting in her chair she breaks me out of my trance, “Is there anymore coffee Ken?”
I gulp. “Yep, there sure is” and stand, moving toward the coffee, all the time thinking how much I would like eating her. Never mind she is only 23, fifty years younger than me. Besides who cares. Oral Sex isn’t age dependent. This thought keeps sweeping around in my head, certainly not helping to reducing my rapid heart beat.
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Background: Lisa
Driving home from Uni.
Finally, the college semester has ended and I can go home for the summer and just lay around and relax. It’s so peaceful back home. Sure I’ll miss my girlfriend Julie but even she has become too possessive. It’s been kinda fun playing around with her and pretending we’re lesbians. Keeps the jock studs away. But even she is becoming stale and too possessive. I do love how she goes down on me and the sensations she ignites in my body, the orgasms, but her desire to keep me all to herself is getting to be a bore. She definitely introduced me to the art of oral sex and the immense pleasure it brings. Much better than some guy ramming me with his cock. That’s for sure. Someday maybe I’ll find an older more gentle mature man who knows what he’s doing, and I’ll explore my options. Laughing. Am I confused or what? An older man who has some money too. Wouldn’t that be nice? Oh well, one of these days. Giggling.
Mom said there is a nice old man living next door to them in their new house with the most beautiful flower beds and garden. I love flowers.
My hand slips over my tummy and comes to rest on my Pussy, gently applying pressure and rubbing it, my fingers stroking the lips through the thin material. Closing my eyes, I gasp and quickly sit up straight, muttering to myself ‘behave yourself Lisa.’ Pulling into the driveway I glimpse a skinny older man out of the corner of my eye. Thinking, ‘I wonder what he’s like?’ giggling. ‘He doesn’t look that old.’
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Pouring Lisa’s coffee, my surprise poor excuse for a semi erection now subsiding, my heart no longer racing, my mind no longer thinking about going down on her. I move back into the dining room handing Lisa her coffee before sitting down.
“So Lisa what’s your story? The readers digest version” Laughing.
“Well, I’m 23, in university studying Law. Dad’s a financial advising vice president and an asshole. His name is Rob, and mom, Melanie, is a slut who doesn’t deserve a husband.”
I choke and spit some coffee. “Well It’s true.” she says. “And now that I just got home for the summer they have decided to travel to Europe with their friends for a month or two.” Making a face. “Leaving me here all alone.”
“So Ken, what’s your story? You were going to tell me, remember?”
“My sivas escort bayan wife and I had lived here for 15 years, married or 44 years until she passed away a year ago.”
She interrupts with a “Oh, I’m so sorry.”
“Yeah, it was rough. Still is,” I respond “But we had a good life together. You remind me a little of a young Pam. You know, happy and spunky.”
“I had open heart surgery five years ago after suffering a small stroke. That pretty much ended our sex life. You know, making love. Thank gawd we had oral sex to rely on. Saved the day.” Laughing. “More information than you need I guess. After my wife past away a year ago I was going to move into a smaller house but the ‘gardening’ bug she introduced me too grabbed a hold of me. So here I am.”
“Wow, so glad you decided to stay here. Your garden is, like I already said, so beautiful and peaceful. And you don’t look like you’ve had a stroke. Are there any negative affects you suffer with?” Her question is innocent enough. Her inquisitiveness surprises me. But, the emotion of not being able to ……….say anything overwhelms me. I begin sobbing.
“Ummm, well I can’t..umm….you know….Oh never mind. I don’t like talking about it.” becoming defensive and teary eyed. “Sorry Lisa. Maybe you should go on home now.”
Lisa jumps up “I’m sorry Ken. Did I say something wrong?” I hang my head and wave her away.
“Lisa, you are welcome to enjoy the garden whenever you want.” The outside door closes. I break into crying, the tears running down my cheek.
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Back at home now. Her mom awake, dad gone to work. Lisa mumbles something to her on her way to her computer in the bedroom. Trying to hide the fact, she is visibly upset at what just happened with Ken. ‘That poor guy. I wonder what nerve I struck with him? What is it I said? The negative side effects I bet’
She begins digging for info on the computer. She had noticed while in his bathroom there was some prescription drugs on a shelf, one of them being a beta locker. Ken had specifically mentioned that when talking about his stroke and heart surgery. It doesn’t take long and Lisa knows exactly what caused Ken to become so emotional. The drugs have affected his ability to become aroused, to get a hard on, to make love. No wonder he’s depressed. Lisa thinks, ‘Boy, men all funny. Even at his age. What did he say, 73, and he still wants to have an erection.’ Lisa leans back and thinks about that for awhile. Good thing he likes oral sex though. Sounds like it helped his marriage. This brings a smile to Lisa’s face. I know what you mean Ken, she thinks. I like oral sex too, Like, I really like oral sex especially when I’m the recipient. I’ll have to remember to ask him more about his thoughts on eating pussy. This brings a smile and a giggle. ‘Naughty girl’.
Sitting up suddenly, she phones a friend at Uni who is a herbalist. She has an idea, one she heard about at university. The herbalist explains and tells Lisa about a new Asian Herbal. Sure enough, there is a solution for Ken’s problem. There is no reason why he shouldn’t be able to have a hard on and cum and make love. No reason at all in her mind. He’s just too nice and has been so friendly to her, even allowing her to visit his garden. Even when he was so distressed he thought about her. Hmmmm, she thinks. Thinking, “Help is on the way Ken.” Is this a reason though , to be be so concerned about him? Why is he so important to me, that he have his sexual arousal rejuvenated? Maybe she’ll figure it out, but in the meantime all she needs to do is figure it out and activate her solution and really help Ken.
Lisa grabs a bite to eat and then tells her mom she is going out.
An hour later Lisa returns from the Herbal Store. She has what she needs and has formulated her plan. Looking in the mirror and smiling, “I’m going to fix your problem Ken and be your hero and your guinea pig.” Oh, that sounds awful. Giggling, one hand caressing her breasts, the other stroking her pussy.
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Excitement grabs hold of Lisa as she ponders what she is about to do. Although the question remains, ‘Why is she doing what she is doing?’ ‘Why should she even care?’ After all, she barely knows the man, yet here she is giving a shit.
The next few days Lisa continues her early morning jogs, seeing Ken with his coffee in the backyard. Slipping the Herb into his coffee whenever she sees him with a cup of coffee and he’s not looking. She spends the remainder of her day reading and relaxing in Ken’s garden oblivious to the busy world she left behind. Is this nirvana? She giggles.
At the same time Ken continues living life as always. Well, not really. He still enjoys his morning coffee in his yard, putzing in his garden and just being generally bored. The big difference is saying ‘Hi’ escort sivas to Lisa and watching her from the house while she relaxes in his garden. Is he being a voyeur? Is this healthy behavior? Does he really care? He laughs. Probably not, but seeing her on a daily basis dressing as he does, in tight, really revealing tops and short shorts that creep half way up her butt certainly increases his excitement. Much better than the mundane, ordinary life I lead. Now if only he could make his body respond and alleviate his sexual frustration. The eye candy is nice but an erection would be nicer. ‘I haven’t jerked off in years” he thinks.
About a week after their first encounter.
“Knock knock knock.” “Hey Ken, are you home?” I peak around the corner, “Hey Lisa come on in as she brushes past me, her pointy breasts brushing my arm and sending a shiver through me. I gulp.
“What’s up? Just over for a visit? I’ll put the coffee on.”
“Yeah, great. Coffee is always a good idea, especially yours.” Smiling. “I wanna talk to you about something serious. Okay?”
I respond, “Umm, yeah okay,” sounding confused and sitting down opposite her. “Shoot”
“I’m really sorry I upset you the other day. I shouldn’t have been so inquisitive but I did some research. I AM in Uni you know” smiling “and I found out there is a solution for your problem. I wanna add, I didn’t mean to embarrass you but…”
“I didn’t realize I have a problem” but before elaborating Lisa continues, “c’mon Ken we both know you do and I wanna help you so please don’t interrupt me.”
“I spoke with a herbalist friend who said there is a herb that will restore your testosterone so you will be able to….ummm….get a hard on again…..an erection you know.”
I look at you, deeply into your eyes…..the shock, the surprise written on my face. “You certainly are a nosy and brazen woman, and I love you for it” and again the tears well up n my eyes and I burst out crying, hanging my head in my arms.
Lisa mutters, ‘and I thought it was women who did all the crying.’
Moved with compassion Lisa rises and walks over to me and wiggles onto my lap facing me. “I just wanna help you Ken and give you back your life. That’s all. It’s not complicated.” I drop my hand over your crotch and give a little rub, “Everyman should have an active manhood and become aroused,” smiling, “besides wouldn’t it be great if when you are staring at me and checking out my body you could be aroused. Be honest Ken, I turn you on and the thought of you jerking off while looking at me turns me on too.” Laughing. ” And since you think I’m nosy and brazen and too forward, I wanna know something else. Do you really enjoy oral sex, going down on a pussy, like you said?”
I give up. Is there nothing that’s sacred to this woman?
“Yep, sure do. As much as fucking is fun and enjoyable, for me oral sex is the coup d’état, and since we’re talking like this, you have an incredibly beautiful Ass. I’m also an Ass man as opposed to a Tit man. I Love a nice rounded bubble butt butt. As for oral sex, my wife sure loved it. In fact, a couple times she orgasmed so hard, multi orgasms I think, she couldn’t walk afterwards. Her legs were like rubber.” Looking whispery into the distance. “Whew, can’t believe I said all that.”
“Wow that is so intense. Julie never managed that with me. Multi Orgasms eh. Wow. Maybe we could….ummm…” her voice trails off.
I don’t know what to say to that. How am I supposed to respond? I nestle my head in your pointy breasts and cry like a baby soaking your tight green top with my tears. And like a good mommy with her child Lisa holds me tightly,
Lisa is thinking and smiling and knowing how much she loves older men, father figures. . A mature man, not some lil boy dipshit. And one who likes Oral Sex, going down. This is definitely nirvana, paradise. I kiss the top of your head and reach for my coffee cup. “It’s okay daddy, your babykins loves you.”
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The following week I behave like I have a new lease on life. After Lisa confronted me and shared her concern for me, and what she was doing about it I became a new man with a spring in my step. I no longer questioned her actions or her reasons. None of it mattered. I resigned myself to the fact this young woman loved me and wanted for me to have the best life I could. It was a week in which we both acted like lil kids.
After our early morning coffee, mine spiked with the erection herbal. The name I coined for it. Instead of Lisa going jogging she wanted to help me with the gardening. We spent our mornings plucking weeds, trimming bushes and watering plants and each other. We goofed around, laughed and had a grand time. We sprayed each other with water, got muddy and didn’t have a care in the world. Spraying Lisa with water was like her being in a wet T shirt contest. It was wonderful and she couldn’t care less. In fact, I think she enjoyed it. I certainly did. With her pointy tits poking through the T shirt she just smiled and admired herself. At noon hour we showered and then enjoyed another beverage, mine spiked. During the afternoon Lisa pulled out the lounge chairs, sat and read. Or she’d throw a towel down on the lawn to lay down and read.
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