He looked at her quizzically. "I guess. Whatcha got in mind?"
Her eyes danced and a broad smiled creased her face. "Something playful, something fun. Something to get turned on, relax you and get you really, really hard."
"Don't know, never done nothin' like that before. Okay, I guess."
"Trust me, this'll let you get started at an easy pace, and we can pick it up later if you want. Go over to your trailer and open your living room window, where you got your spice plants growing. Take the pots off the ledge. I'll be over in a minute and we'll have some fun."
"Okay. Guess I'd like some fun." She nodded at him, and he got up to leave. Stopping at the door he looked around as she beamed at him.
"Don't worry about the pie, take it over with you. We'll get to it later."
She handed it to him, and he held the warm disk in his hands, uncertain at first. He crossed the yard awkwardly, his tenting pants making his walk uncomfortable. Looking back, he saw her in her doorway waving. The sun had just set and the sky was turning deep purple, while the frogs below began their nightly serenade.
He settled in his favorite chair and waiting anxiously. The door across the way shut and his ears strained to hear her progress, wondering what would appear at his door. Would she be topless, naked; would she slip up shyly and quietly or enter with a fanfare? His shirt became too soggy, and he took it off, revealing his bare chest with scraggly grey hair and ribs. It took longer than he thought for her to arrive, and he rubbed his hands together nervously waiting for her.
A knock at his window, and a pair of hands lifted the pane and screen from the outside. Brenda stood outside, still wearing her halter top and smiling brilliantly with him. "Hi, Dan. You look cool."
"You do too, Brenda."
"I have a gift for you tonight."
"Oh?"
"Yes." With a broad smile, she untied the string and revealed her breasts to him; Dan's eyes fixed on the glistening mounds. "Special delivery. Just for you." Brenda lifted her boobs up and laid them on a shelf just inside the window The window was barely open enough for her to offer him her jugs.
The fan made the nipples harden, and he looked at them as if there were a pair of eyes staring back at him. She licked her lips and nodded at him, but he was uncertain what to do. Drops of sweat fell from her honey brown flesh to the floor.
A huge mosquito landed on her left breast. "Please Dan, brush it off. I can't reach it from here."
He reached over to shoo it away, and his fingers grazed her skin: she flinched as he made contact. It hovered in place, trying to land again, and he kept at it to chase it from her. Finally it flew away and his hand landed on her flesh.
As a small boy, Dan had a pet cat; they were inseparable before he went to school. In the summertime, he would spend hours on the front porch, stroking the patient animal, smoothing its fur and tickling its chin. It would purr and purr until he thought it would never stop. His hand remembered that time, and began stroking firm, moist flesh instead of fur, tickling the hard bud that pointed up at him. She purred at his touch, her hands moving across the sill, her head rolling back with her eyes closed to savor the soft attention.
"Oh Dan, this is unreal. Suck them, Dan, suck my nipples. Please, it's been so long." He looked at her, still stroking her breast, reluctant to fulfill her request. "It something wrong, sugar? Don't you want to?" He gave her a look, then looked down at her eager brown flesh, then back at her face again. "You've done this before; you can do it again. You won't hurt me."
He took a step back and hung his head. "Brenda, I never would have imagined. . .never would have thought. . .you'd let me do this. . .but,but,but. . .I could hurt you."
"That's all right, Dan. You'll like it. Did you ever milk cows or any animal on the farm growing up?"
"Yeah, I milked cows and sheep and pigs."
"Pigs?"
"For the bottle babies."
"That sounds good. I'll talk you through it, it'll be all right, you can't hurt me. Just bring a chair over or kneel down if you can. It's not rocket science. Only. . ."
"Only what?"
"Don't get too busy with the teeth."
Reluctantly, he pulled a kitchen chair over to face her right breast, and looked up at her for instructions, his eyes wide and his lip trembling. "All right, Dan, don't be afraid. Grasp it gently and lick around the edge of the brown part. Ohh, do that again. Take your finger and make circles on the other side. Yes, yes, yes. That's wonderful, Dan. Now suck the bud into your mouth, like a baby, see you remember. Gently, gently, oh yes. I like what you're doing with your tongue, keep that up. Milk my other nipple like you used to on the farm. Oh yes, oh yes, keep that up while I lose my mind for a while."
There were flashes in the distance that grew closer and closer, the distant boom of thunder rolled and the wind was picking up. Brenda was oblivious to the changing weather; she slipped her hand down to massage the seam of her pink shorts and her body trembled slightly. Dan alternated circular licks with sucking, making her quiver more and her feet move up and down with the sensations. The front of Dan's jeans were tenting, and he shifted his feet to give himself more room to operate.
"Switch, Dan, suck the other nipple, YES! Oh my, you're a quick study. Nibble a little bit, yes, yes, I can take a little more than that. Mmmmm, what you do to me. How many years have you dreamed about something like this, Dan, making love to your Betsy from _Grape Stompers_? Ohhohohhh! Hah, hah, you're relentless, hah, I LOVE THAT. I love the way you stroke my tit, so soft, so gentle. You're making me so wet, so wet. Ah, ah, ah, ah."
A few flecks of rain hit the roof, and the wind shook the trees. Dan went over to shut his front door; Brenda followed him with her eyes, breathing heavily, eager for his return as her breasts quivered on the shelf waiting for him. He returned and knelt before her, as in prayer, to worship her breasts with his mouth and hands. The rain picked up, coming down harder; Brenda was protected from the worst of the Western gales, but her hair was quickly soaked and her skin shone in reflected water. "More, more, more, Dan, keep giving it to me. I don't want this to end, ah, ah, ah. . ." Her hand slipped inside her shorts, working furiously, until her body started shaking and her voice went to a long, sustained high pitch like a warning siren rose and fell against the storm. "Stop, stop, stop!" she said, pulling back her breasts and shaking as she rode her orgasm down from its high point, her body drenched in the rain and her legs still doing their dance of joy.
Brenda caught her breath, and saw Dan still kneeling inside, a quiet smile on his face. She stroked his cheek, and tweaked his ear. "Stand up," she said in soft command. He obeyed her, and she reached through the window to unzip his fly, his manhood springing out. She grasped it, stroking it gently, and after four pulls it unloaded, sending globs of hot white snow to spatter her brown skin.
Dan wobbled a little, putting his hand on the wall to steady himself. "Ah'm sorry, Brenda," he gasped quietly. "Never done anythin' like that before. Oh my God that was good."
"You'll do it again, Dan, don't worry about that." She massaged the fluid into her skin before reaching forward to lick him clean, tracing every crevasse with her tongue and making him groan loudly. "In fact, I may have something that may help you."
When she finished, she pulled out of the window, closed it, and came around through the front door. She was still topless, her breasts swaying as she walked, her nipples still erect. "I have a little movie to show you."
The movie was the stag film she made in her youth. There were no credits and no sound; it opened with them playing cards in the living room, strip poker. Clothes came off to different degrees of embarrassment and pride, and soon all four young people were naked. The girls paired off, with blond Brenda stroking her partner to full arousal. Some fellatio followed, then penetration in different positions and scenarios. Brenda did both men at once, first front and rear, then as a sandwich between them. The men left and Brenda french kissed her female partner, making love to her body up and down before they settled into mutual pleasure.
While the movie was playing, Brenda played with Dan's still exposed penis, coaxing it back to full power as he watched her onscreen. As the movie ended, she had him in her mouth again, and Dan's eyes rolled back as he felt the sensations.
"Brenda honey, nobody's ever done this to me before." He reached down and cupped her cheek.
She released him with a pop. "Really?"
"Nope. Alan bragged about how he got ladies to suck his dick, but I could never ask."
She chuckled. "You didn't ask me, either, just like I never asked you to fix everything in my house yesterday. It's the least I could do for you."
