Sunday, September 28, 2014

Familiar

He lived next door to my family forever. His name was Tony. He inherited the house from his parents when he was 32 and I was a toddler.  He was the guy who had a spare key so if i was locked out I knocked on his door.  When I wasn't feeling good and needed to go home early his number was the one whom the school called to pick me up.  His house was the first one we hit on Halloween because he would pack us especially large treat bags.  As I got to driving age and drifted off with my friends to the city on weekends I rarely saw him but as a wave from the driveway.  During the time I was away in college I forgot about him completely.  The summer of my freshman year I traveled to the Pacific Northwest with friends and backpacked and took a train across the country.  The summer of my sophomore year I went home.  I had just turned 19.  I moved home for two months.  I hadn't seen Tony in years.
I was surprised that he didn't seem so old to me anymore and I even more surprised I actually found him handsome. The two years I had spent away had somehow bridged the 30 year gap in our age.  I was very bored that summer but spent time by the pool, reading trashy novels and polishing up my culinary skills, I always enjoyed devising new recipes and testing them on my parents.  I vowed I would try a new recipe every day during those two months.  By the end of the second week I had a lovely golden tan and was actually bored with being home alone.  I saw Tony working in his yard every day around noon, he worked the night shift at the airport.  One day I looked over the top of my sunglasses and waved as he clipped away at a rose bush.  He was wearing a pair of shorts and tee shirt with cut off sleeves.  I recognized the worn print on the fabric of the grey tee, it was for a spring carnival held at my school a million years earlier.  I was in a science competition and he had come to root me on. I called out teasingly, "nice shirt".  He lifted the fabric away from his chest and looked down then shrugged at me, grinning wide and said "yeah, i went to this shitty carnival to see this bratty girl and all I got was this tee shirt!"  I laughed.  He put down his clipper and came over to the metal fence that circled the pool and leaned on his elbows.  I put down my book and met his gaze.  "so how ya been brat?" he asked.
His warm smile brought back years of good memories. I noticed, probably for the first time, his glowing golden skin and the twinkle in his eyes.  I noticed the effects of his daily afternoon run and hours spent with free weights in his garage.  I found myself curious. He had never married but we always joked and called him a lonely bachelor even though we saw well dressed women leaving his house almost every weekend.
He lifted the bottom edge of his shirt and wiped his brow.  I saw a well muscled belly with a trail of dark curly hair disappearing into his shorts.  I stood up in my bikini and brought him my water bottle. I said "I have been well, but still a brat."  He chugged the water casually and kept one eye on me.  I re-positioned myself on the fence, leaning forward giving him and eye-full of carefully displayed ripe B-cup flesh and declared "we should hang out."  He almost spit out the water and laughed and asked "Oh.. should we?"  "well yeah!" I replied then added "I am not a little girl anymore you know."  He took a step back and raised and eyebrow at me.  A crooked smile bloomed across my face.  He shook his head but was still smiling when I said "come on Tony, I am sooo bored here at home every day!"  I unconsciously chewed on my lip and gave him wide needy eyes.  He shook his head at me again and said "Girl, you're killing me!"  Then he said, "Let me get my work done, I will talk to you later." I pouted and watched as he walked off, but I noticed that when he bent to grab the garden tool, he readjusted himself.  I called that a victory.
The next day I went out to the pool in a cover up but underneath was a bikini I never wore around my parents.  This was for spring break only.  It was light pink and mostly strings and very see through when wet.  I parked myself in my chair and picked up my trashy novel.  When Tony came out to work in the yard he waved. I waved back and said, "Hey, it's really hot today, why don't you take a day off and come swim with me?" He considered the offer before finally shrugging a "why not" and entering the pool area through the gate.  He sat next to me and asked what I was reading. I explained that the book was not college approved and described the storyline.  He listened while watching the light glint off the surface of the water.  He asked if i liked school and about my grades and whether or not I had a boy friend.  I replied, a few.  He arched a brow at me.  I just grinned.  There was silence for a while then he finally said "I bet you've learned a lot, but I imagine you have a long way to go until you really understand how the world works..."
I stood up and peeled off my cover up.  I let it drop to the patio deck by his feet.  I stood there showing off my tan flesh barely covered by a three inch patch of fabric over each nipple and four inches triangle covering my crotch.  Both my ass cheeks were barely covered.  I let him look me up and down.  He curled his lip and nodded.  Then he stood slowly undid the laces of his sneakers and removed his socks then he peeled off his shirt and stood there in only his running shorts.  His body was lean, tan and muscular and hairless except for the tiny curls below his navel that I had seen the previous day.  He let me look, and I did look. He was nothing like the guys, or should I say, boys in college.  He was all man. My body immediately responded.  Then he repeated himself saying "yep, you have a long way to go before you understand how the world works.."  Then he reached into his shorts and readjusted himself.  He was clearly aroused.  Dangling beneath the thin fabric of his shorts was a long thick cock.  He took his hand and slid it along the shape, showing me the outline. I could tell by the look on his face he knew just exactly what affect he was having on me. I felt the narrow crotch of my bottoms clinging to my wetness.  "Now" he said "I am going to leave this in your court.  I do not want to disrespect your parents, who have trusted me for years, who, once you leave, I have to live next door to, so this ends here.  But just so you know, your bratty cock tease act, is not very flattering."
I was startled by his abrupt sternness.  After he walked away i went back into the house and peeled off my tiny string bikini.  I felt humiliated and ashamed. In college I could have any boy I wanted and plenty of them followed me around like puppies. My kind kept drifting back to the outline in his shorts.  I had slept with three boys since I left for college.  None of them looked like that.  I had fun with them but I never really got what the big deal was about sex.  I had even played around with one of my girlfriends and that experience gave me a closer view into the possibilities of sex but neither with boys or my girlfriend had I felt what was described as passion.  I couldn't help myself, I began thinking about Tony and wondered what a 50 year old, life long bachelor, could teach me.  I wanted to learn more about "the way the world works".
I avoided the pool during his noon time yardwork now but often I watched him from the large windows in the den.  I watched the way he reached and stretched and I saw his muscle bunch and tighten under his tan skin.  I would bury my nose in my book and when I was sure he wasn't paying attention to me I would watch him, my mind wandering.  I squeezed my thigh together when I felt the heat and wetness begin.  Sometimes I would tighten my thighs, clinching my pussy for an hour before I finally disappeared into my locked bedroom door where I would lay on the bed, on my belly and grind into my fist until i felt the waves wash over me. This became my daily routine.  Two weeks later my mom told me to stop being so mopey and to get out of the house.  I called one of my high school friends who picked me up and took me to a party.  At the party I had fun for the first hour, seeing all my old friends and catching up, but then I got bored.  I ended up doing some shots of tequila and getting pretty tipsy.  I was coming out of the bathroom when the boy who used to be a star baseball player for the high school met me at the door.  He also had too much to drink and immediately got all touchy with me.  I let him kiss me up against the wall and his sloppy hands started groping at my tits.  He was saying things like "oh baby you got me so hot" and "I really missed you" but I wasn't even sure he remembered my name.  Finally he grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch.  I stroked him, trying to feel his shape and size.  I made a mental note that he was a bit longer than my hand.  I used my fingers like Tony had done and felt along the outside so that I could feel his shape.  I was stroking his length and thought to myself, Tony must be twice as long and twice as wide when the baseball jock did a whole body shudder and came in his pants. I absentmindedly wandered back downstairs while he disappeared into the bathroom to clean up.
I sat on a chair on the back patio of the house and looked up at the star filled sky. I pulled out my phone and scanned my contacts for Tony's number.  I hadn't contacted him in years and told myself that there was no way he still had the same number.  Fueled by another shot delivered by a girl named Megan, I sent a text to Tony's number. "hey".  I put the phone into my pocket but it immediately chirped.  I glanced at the reply "hey brat".  I sat stupidly smiling while I typed back "haha, i am sorry about how I acted".
T:  "n/p"
M:  "you are right"
T:  "i know but you're young so it's ok"
M: "i want to try again"
T:  "where are you?"
M:  "at a party, it's lame.  I don't want to be here"
T: "say what you want"
M: "um"
T: "you can do better brat"
M: "can you come get me"
T: "address?"
I said goodbye to my friend and went out to the street and waited.  I was suddenly nervous about what I was wearing. I didn't want to come off like I had before.  I was wearing a pair of jean shorts and a crop top and sneakers.  My hair was in a high pony tail.  I wished I was wearing something else, more grown up, less like a kid.  Tony's truck turned the corner and pulled up along side.  I stood up too fast and staggered off the curb.  He leaned across the seats and opened the door, reaching out for my hand. "Careful Brat... " he looked at me, "Have you been drinking?"  I confessed and he got a wide grin on his face, "oh great, you'll be easy to take advantage of then!"  All I could think of was the day by the pool and the outline in his thin shorts.
As we pulled into our neighborhood he reached over and put his hand on my shoulder and pulled my torso down toward his lap.  He didn't want anyone to see me with him. My head rested on his leg and I bravely rested my hand on his thigh.  He rested his hand over mine, holding it firmly.  He pulled into his garage and closed the door as I lay quietly on his lap.  Finally he said "good girl" and I sat up.  I had watched him work out in this garage dozens of time over the years, he would open the garage door wide and lift weights while I stood in the doorway and told him about school or a dumb fight with a friend. He would lift while dispensing words of wisdom. I suddenly felt ten years old.  He opened the truck door and grabbed my hand and guided me out.  I followed him into his house while he flipped on switches.  He went to the fridge and grabbed a beer.  As he took his first swallow he turned toward me, watching me as he chugged half the bottle.  He pulled the bottle from his lips and leaned his ass against the counter.  He had Levis slung low on his hips and a short sleeve button up shirt rolled over his biceps. I suddenly realized how devastatingly handsome he was and felt very shy.  "This is weird" I said as more of a question than a statement.  He shrugged and shook his head indecisively.  I went on, "I mean your'e 50 and I am 19.. isn't that weird?" he took another gulp of his beer.  "Well," he started "that all depends. First, men of all ages, throughout time, have appreciated the company of younger women. So that doesn't seem weird to me.  Secondly, I know you so it's not like you're hanging out with some dirty old stranger. .... And thirdly, I am not 50 yet, not until tomorrow."  I thought for a moment and had an " aha" moment of years gone by and me baking cakes out of a box and delivering them next door.  "Well, we will have to do something special for your birthday!" I declared before asking "do you have any thing other than beer?".
Tony grabbed my hand and lead me up the stairs. I had never been upstairs in his house.  I handed him the wine glass so I could hold the rail on the stairs. I didn't want to let go of his hand. He had taken out a wall and turned two bedrooms upstairs into a large master suite.  There was a large den like area with couches and a projector screen that dropped from the ceiling so that movies could be viewed from the seating area or from the bed.  I hesitated for a second inside the door way.  He turned toward me and looked me in the face before saying "you want to learn right?"  He reached back and twirled the bottom of my ponytail looking into my face.  I thought of that outline in his shorts again and must of blushed. He said "i take that as a yes." He lead me to the couches.
He picked up a remote on the coffee table and punched some buttons.  The room filled with music.  He put his hand on my shoulder and leaned forward and kissed my nose.  Then the pressure increased on my shoulder and he pressed me down until I was sitting on the couch.  He sunk onto the floor on his knees in front of me.  He reached up and opened my legs wide.  His fingertips started caressing the inside of my thighs.  I used ever ounce of strength not to pull my legs together.  He senses my unease and rested his hands firmly on my thighs.  He looked into my face, his eyes, dark brown, smoldered with lust. He spoke one word, a question.  "yes?" he asked.  I dragged my tongue across my lips, my breath was shallow and ragged.  I answered "yes."  He said, "happy birthday to me".


3 comments:

james clark said...

Love this story.Always wanted to teach a young woman

Anonymous said...

They always end before the real fun starts. ;-)

john santiago said...

Yep you are *****************