We are now in the eighth month of this pandemic and life is anything but normal. Although living on the Central Coast of California with beautiful beaches and perfect year-round weather makes life a little more bearable. I've been retired in this part of the planet for five years now, and am able to enjoy camping, biking, and relaxing on the beach, all with social distancing in mind.
I am getting ready to enjoy one hobby that can be done indoors, masturbating to some of my favorite porn videos. I have my Fleshlight and lube sitting on the side table next to my recliner. I'm ready to spark up my iPad and stream some big boob videos to my 70-inch flat screen.
I'm playing the bachelor this week as my favorite gal pal, Catherine, is down south visiting her daughter. I miss her firm Double-D's pressed up against me. She asked me to check on her house up in San Luis Obispo from time to time. I'll have to make time for her next-door neighbor, Samantha as well. Samantha is the lovely lady who hosted last year's Halloween party. She also accompanied Catherine on an epic journey in search of all the nude beaches along the Pacific coast. She has become a dear friend and enthusiastic sex partner for both Catherine and me. Her breasts are nice and round; a full C-Cup with coral colored puffy nipples. They are so soft and suckable. Just thinking of these two lovely ladies has my cock throbbing and I haven't even turned on the TV.
As I mill about the kitchen preparing a snack for my afternoon recreation, I hear someone knocking on the front door. I contemplate whether or not to answer it. At least I'm not in mid-stroke with a Fleshlight sliding up and down my hard cock. I would surely ignore whoever it is trying to interrupt my favorite indoor pastime.
The doorbell chimes, I guess my anticipated orgasm will have to wait. A quick view through the peephole makes my heart flutter. I open the door and standing on the front porch is my lady friend, Karen. She lives about three hours north in Santa Clara. I spent ten days quarantined with Karen and her sister early on, following the stay-at-home directive. These two sexual dynamos nearly wore me out with their pleasurable desires. Not that I'm complaining.
"Karen, it's so wonderful to see you. But what are you doing way down here? Why didn't you call?"
Before I can get a verbal response, we move together with a hug and passionate kiss. Karen grabs me tight as if she is holding on for dear life. Her full breasts press into me. Our lips part and tongues parry back and forth. After several moments we need to catch our breath. I grab Karen's hand and lead her into my living room.
"Surprise. I hope I'm not intruding. I just had to get out of my house."
"Of course not, you're not intruding at all. In fact, I'm so excited to see you. But what do you mean, you had to get out of your house? What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong unless you consider sheer loneliness and being extremely horny being wrong. I woke up this morning and decided a nice drive around town might help with these Covid-19 blues. I hopped on Highway 101 and cranked up my CD player. I was singing along with The Beatles and enjoying the scenery, so I continued to drive. Before I knew it, I was south of Salinas."
"Wow, that must have been a long CD."
"Oh Rob, you are so funny. Give this horny lady another kiss."
Karen wraps her arms around me and presses her body tight against me. Our lips meld together and once again our tongues parry back and forth. I can feel her big boobs press against my chest and surmise she in not wearing a bra under her thin summer dress.
"I don't know what I was thinking, I must have been in some kind of trance. By the time I got to Soledad, I was halfway to your house. I could either turn around and head home or continue to Pismo Beach. Either way, I was going to be on the road for three hours. The drive energized me, so I chose the latter."
"I have so many questions. You're lonely? Isn't your sister, Tessa, still living with you?"
"No, she moved back to her apartment in San Francisco a few weeks ago. She was able to go back to work."
"So, you're all alone in that big house and stuck inside, I get it."
"Well, it's not that big, and yes I was feeling stuck. I need the warmth of human contact, someone to talk to, someone to listen to me, someone to make love with me."
Karen's frankness catches me off guard. I can feel her pain. I want to hold her tight, take her to my bedroom and strip her naked, and make sweet, passionate love to her. She takes a deep breath and smiles wide. It's as if a hundred pounds has been lifted off her shoulders.
"So, her I am."
"So, you just got into your car and drove three hours. Did you pack an overnight bag? Have you eaten? You must be tired."
"Nope, no overnight bag. When I started out, I had no idea I'd be sitting here in your living room. I had a few snacks along the way, but yes, I am hungry. I'm not tired at all, in fact, I feel re-energized. It's so good to see you. I've been thinking about your last visit with me and Tessa. I remember every moment of those ten days together. Every time I think about our love making, I get so wet and out comes my vibrator. Well, a nine-inch piece of buzzing silicon can't replace the real thing, as much as I try. And I try a lot."
"First things, first. Let's get you some food and then we'll see what comes next. By the way, that dress looks stunning?"
"Thank you. It's one of my favorites. I love the floral print and the sheer fabric. I just threw it on when I got up this morning. No bra, no panties, just the dress."
My cock has been stirring since I first looked through the peep hole, but now it's starting to throb. I imagine plowing right into Karen's pussy and unleashing a massive amount of cum. I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. There's nothing to conceal those exceptionally large and very round boobs with dark-pink nipples, only a thin piece of material. I can almost taste her sweet cunt juices on my tongue.
"Hey Rob?"
Karen's voice jolts me from my daydream. I open my eyes to see her sparkling blues looking directly at me.
"I love this living room; you've really got an eye for detail. Why don't you give me a guided tour before you feed me?"
Excellent idea. I need to control my urge. I sit still for a moment, willing my hard cock to soften. I take a deep breath, stand, and take Karen's hand. We move through the hallway to the back of the house. I guide her to the master bedroom and bath. Karen again remarks on my taste in decorating.
"You're home has such a feeling of warmth and comfort."
We move down the hallway to the second bedroom, the one I turned into my massage room. The table I bought several years ago takes up center stage. Colorful curtains keep the bright daylight to a minimum. I have custom built cabinets for my massage oils, candles, and other things.
"Wow, this is quite the look. When you mentioned you had a massage table, I didn't expect to see such a professional looking setup. Look at the cabinets, and the candles. And are those speakers hanging from the ceiling?"
"Yeah, I guess I like to set the mood when I'm giving a massage. Soothing music and lighting seem to create the perfect environment."
Karen moves about the room, testing the firmness of my massage table and peeking into drawers. I don't mind her inquisitiveness, as I have my sights on giving her a massage later on and hopefully, she'll enjoy a happy ending. One drawer contains some of my oils and lotions. She opens a few and inhales the fragrance.
"Mmm, I love the smell of spice in this one. And, you know, cherry flavored lotion is a favorite of mine."
"Yes, I do. Remember that night at Big Sur when that cherry flavored lube kept us going all night long?"
"Who can forget multiple orgasms."
Karen winks at me and opens another drawer containing a few adult toys. She looks inside and then shoots me an evil smile. She discovers a few vibrators, dildos, and my cock rings. She silently closes the drawer and moves on, finding towels and the sheer white linen pants I wear while I administer pleasure to my ladies. The pants usually don't stay on too long.
"I must say Rob, you are quite the professional masseuse. I'm sure your clients receive the ultimate attention. I assume the majority are ladies. I would love to feel your experienced hands all over my body."
"I think we can arrange a session for you. Professional masseuse is not exactly accurate, I'm more of a hobbyist. I do have a credential though, and I have to admit all of my so-called clients are lady friends."
"I see. And what is the dress code for your services? Do you have robes or cover-ups? Perhaps a towel or two. A massage can be quite intimate."
"Well, by the time they climb onto the table, they are completely nude. I do have towels for covering their vulnerable parts, but that usually doesn't last very long.
Karen grabs my hand and pulls me close. Our lips touch for a momentary kiss and then she whispers, "My vulnerable parts are yours for the taking."
I persuade Karen to stay for a few days rather than drive home. I show her the guest bath where I have a few toiletries for her: toothbrush and paste, deodorant, and shampoo. I let her know we can pickup anything she needs at the local grocery store or CVS pharmacy. There are plenty of department stores in case she wants a new bra and panties, although there isn't much point as we will probably spend most of the time naked.