Looking for a fast action stoke story? This ain't it. I see myself as an old coot sitting on a shady bench in a park. A storyteller that weaves a rich tapestry while I contentedly stroke my dog's head as I smoke my corncob pipe. If you like a slowly developing character study, I hope you'll read and enjoy this. Let me toss in plug for one of my cohorts GamblnLuck, whose help has been invaluable. We swap and share different story ideas along the way. Check out his stories too, you might enjoy them.
And now, for the legal stuff (drum roll, turkey roll, sweet roll), everyone in the story is past the age of consent.
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As we left the country club that first evening and slipped into the backseat of the limo, I held Angie's hand and asked. "This has certainly been a hell of a day for both of us, hasn't it? My lady, where's your head?"
"Yeah Burt, that it has a hell of crazy day. I know for certain; you have two major supporters. Well, really one, my Aunt Margie. She will bring any and everyone else along one way or the other, but for certain they will come along. I'd love to listen in on the phone call, she'll have with Aunt Maxine in the morning. Anyway, you and Richard, sure looked like you two had an interesting conversation standing together by the bar."
"Yeah, we did, and we need to talk about that conversation. But not tonight baby doll. Tonight, I think we need serious cuddle time." That comment drew a long sigh of contentment as my girl's head rested on my shoulder while the car took us back to the hotel for much-needed sleep. We quickly got to our rooms and before Angie could say two more words Bert was in bed and fast asleep.
Propping herself up against the headboard Angie softly stroked Bert's hair as she recalled the old saying that a hard man was good to find, but a good man was hard to find. With that old saying dancing about she snuggled up to the good man who found her. Falling asleep, her mind took flight looking back and looking forward while dancing around dreamland. There was the time when she woke up in the middle of the night and slipped out of her first big girl bed dragging her blanket behind her. She went off to the kitchen where her Labrador Retriever's dog bed was, and little Angie curled up next to her beloved Lab and went back to sleep. When her mom woke up the next morning and couldn't find her precious in bed mom went ballistic, dad finally found Angie and her best friend sound asleep in the kitchen and he managed to stop the Sheriff from coming out to search for little miss sweetness. After that, Aunt Margie said that Angie was like her mom, who would sleep with anyone she could find. That memory triggered another memory, yeah mom but when you found him you knew he was it. I'm the same way, Bert is it.
Another childhood memory slipped into her dreams. She recalled the caterpillars that took over the apple tree beside the house in the spring. While a little girl at home Angie pictured herself as one of the caterpillars. Then going off to the city and school was like the caterpillar becoming wrapped in a cocoon. Today she had shed the cocoon and took flight as an amazing butterfly that would grace the lives of all the people around her.
Ahh, then Kimmie came rushing into her mind, just as Kimmie always arrived with a loud explosion. The dynamic duo first met at the unified arts housing council's dorm in mid-town. The dorm was a set up for students who attended one or another of the city's well-known arts colleges. I was going to the school that focused on the preforming arts and Kimmie's attending the school that focused on the world of fashion and design. The dorm assigned roommates for new students; as luck would have it, the two of us became roomies. Both of us hailed from a small town so talked about how we grew up as kids in an almost isolated place. Kimmie was from a town she described as a wide spot on the road to nowhere out on the plains. While I was from the south, going back and forth between the family's farms and the nearby city, which was about two hours away from the farms.
In high school neither one of us were social butterflies that collected friends, especially boyfriends, easily. The reality was we both kept to ourselves in school and we both craved the day we would escape what we saw as the backwoods for the bright lights of the big city. Quickly Kimmie and I settled into the new routines our lives as students imposed on us. In the rare down times our conversations where about topic number one for girls our age, boys and who might be a boyfriend. We discussed one or another potential candidate and each candidate was dismissed after a brief consideration as unsuitable or unworthy. What we discovered was that the best company available to us was each other. We both were comfortable living in a small cocoon socially. Somehow somewhere along the way we made an earth-shattering discovery, that well hell you turn me on. Who can say what triggered this discovery, a hidden look or brushing a hand across the other's hand? What we could not hide was the attraction we both had for each other. At first, a light kiss happened, but once the fire began it soon became a roaring bonfire that consumed both of us. It was our luck that the both of us where tiny so sharing a twin bed together was easy for us. This became the first time that either of us found happiness and release with someone. Together we fumbled around and discovered what made us feel good. Kimmie loved having her bush combed out and of course that would take fingers alongside those damp puffy lips. While I loved having my ears nibbled on and the back of my neck stroked. Since I had very small breasts my nipples could and did take me out on the Milky Way along with other places.
Over time Kim took the lead in what roads we went along. Somehow Kim came across a place that did a full body wax and she decided that we both needed to do this. I kinda liked my little flaming red bush, but no. Kim had it set up that we were going and that was the end of the story. So, I went along with her bright idea. Gradually Kim became more dominate and well, I liked that. Kim took control and directed me, and I happily trailed behind mesmerized by my new love and her cute ass.
As the morning sun began to fill the bedroom, Bert slowly moved about on the bed, after getting his feet on the floor and heading toward the bathroom Angie called out. "Hey, honey? Do me a huge favor? Pee for me too? I just can't move right now. That, OK?" I had to smile at hearing her first thing in the day. Then again, I don't recall a time when her voice didn't bring me a smile. A moment later, she called out again. "Hey? Stay still; I'll be right there." I leaned back against the vanity in the bath and looked back into the bedroom to watch my ballerina dancing across the floor toward where I was. Suddenly she wrapped me into yet another great hug. "Hey? Do you know what that is called?" This crazy woman pointed towards what I thought was a glassed-in shower. "It's a car wash. Cause it's big enough to wash a car in or have a hell of a party."
"Woman, you're crazy. I ain't saying you are fucking crazy cause I ain't crazy. Anyway, I am going to carry your cute little ass into that car wash and try to clean up your act." I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes, walking into the shower to the sound of shrieks and demands that she put down right away as she pummeled my back with her fists. As we got in the shower, I flipped the water then set Angie down. "Woman? Who do you belong to?"
"You. You my horse-cocked old man. You are the one who has taken me and made me the woman I am. You're my man, my fantastic Albert." On saying that, she slipped on her knees as she looked up into my eyes her mouth wide open. Slowly l reached down and patted her cheek, then slid two fingers into her mouth, which she began to suckle. Angie kept this up for two minutes or so, then I pulled my fingers away and patted her face again. "Now, take my cock in your hands and slowly stroke me." I let my fingers wander about that sweet mop of red hair on her head as my angel stroked and petted my cock. "Baby, go on, open your mouth." Timidly, she slowly complied as I ran the head of my cock across then in her open willing mouth. What swept me away has how brightly her eyes danced about while this was playing out. It was as if she knew she was walking into a new world with a trusted partner. Her head tilted backward as she locked the fingers of her hands together behind her neck so that she was open and available. Holding still a moment, knowing I was on the edge of giving my girl a major pearl necklace, Angie lunged forward. My cock slid over her tongue and into her mouth, and she filled her mouth to the top of her throat while she gripped my hips. Rocking her head back and forth she worked on my cock to suck every drop of cum I had into her mouth which she swallowed greedily.
