The doorbell rang.
"Hello there, Penelope. Nice to see you again. Come in."
She entered, holding her purse in front of her, wearing a dress, and a shawl over her shoulders. A straw hat with some flowers was atop her blond hair. She had lovely hair. I always liked it. Penelope was a beautiful woman, and her ass was fine to look at. I enjoyed the bright, red lipstick she always used.
"Hello, Peter. I was just going to stop by and chat with Esther. I'm not intruding?"
"Of course not. You know better than that. You're always welcome. But, of course, Esther is away today. I thought I heard her telling you that on the phone, yesterday."
"Oh, I can get so scatter-brained, can't I Peter? Well, I'll just sit and chat with you a moment, if I may?"
"Sure. Just sit on the sofa. We can talk, if that's what you want."
I grinned at her and she blushed, then I sat down, taking my regular chair, and gazed into her blue eyes.
"So, it's too bad I didn't see Esther. I had a recipe here for her. She wanted to try it for you one night. I know Edgar really enjoyed it the last time I made it for him."
I spread my legs widely apart. I never wore underwear, and my growing erection was readily apparent to her. She was chattering away about the weather, but I knew her eyes were glued to my manhood. I could see her beginning to tremble as she set her purse aside, and removed the shawl. She was fanning her face, as the ladies do, with one elegant hand. I chuckled.
"Penny, I know Edgar's away, like he always is. I'm pretty sure I know what you need, little girl. Don't I, Penny, my own?"
"Well, perhaps you do, Peter. I mean, yes Sir, you do know what I need. Yes, please, Sir."