[This is a stand alone sequel to "The Newspaper Delivery"]
HIs bag was empty save for one newspaper - the last he would ever deliver - and a special gift for Mr. Vaginovski, his favorite customer. This was his last day delivering newspapers. He'd started twelve years before and had put himself through community college. He would gradate in a few weeks and move away to start a new career. He saved Ruth, his favorite customer, for the end of the route today, Ruth has been on his route from the very first day he delivered newspapers. She's the only one.
He knocked on the door and announced, "Newspaper!" one last time.
From inside he heard a voice say, "Come on in, it's unlocked."
He opens the door and sees Ruth standing six feet away dressed in an ankle length, flowing, white but very sheer nightgown trimmed with white fur edging. It's partly open at the front, her auburn red bush peeking out through the fabric. She's holding two champagne glasses, one extended to him. He closes the door behind him and steps up to take the glass. "I just knew you'd have special something special in mind today, Ruth," he says with a glint in his eye, "that's why I saved you for last."
"Good! Because you would be late for the rest of your route. Come in. I made cake for you!"
She usually was wearing clothes, for a while at least. This was the first time she had greeted him in a nightie. He was already getting a bulge in his pants. "Why don't you get more comfortable, honey, while I cut us some cake to celebrate."
He takes off his windbreaker then starts to unbutton his shirt. As she cuts two pieces of cake she pauses now and then to watch him get undressed. He feels like he is doing a strip show for her and he likes the way her eyes ogle his masculine frame. Down to just his shorts, she says, "Here we are. Cake for both of us!" and she sets the plates on the table. "I'm going to miss that bulge in your shorts when you don't come to see me anymore," she tells him, "but not until tomorrow."
"I'm going to miss you too, Ruth." Her boobs are showing out the front of her nightie as they nibble their cake and talk and his vision is fixed on them. They are about average size but certainly adequate. He loves the sexy shape, once fully round but now with just a bit of droop that made them more slightly pointy than hanging, and their smooth soft flesh. When he has held them in his hands he could swear they were the tits of a twenty something rather than a sixty something. His bulge is getting bigger.
Suddenly Ruth pretends to have an accident and drops cake bits on her tits. "Oh, dear!" she says, "Look what I've done." She attempts to brush them away but smears it all over her chest. "Oh, now I've made it worse. What shall I do?" She looks at him with desire in her eyes and a smile on her lips..
He picks up his cue. "Perhaps I can help, Ruth."
"Could you? I don't want any of it to go to waste." She winks at him. He goes over and kneels next to her. He licks the sweet mess off of one nipple then the other. He feels them get firm as he works. Then he cleans the rest off her tits one at a time. She is purring in delight. When he is done his dick is pointing straight up, the tip peeking out the top band of his shorts. He stands and she has another accident and spills cake down into his shorts. "Oh, dear me," she fawns. "Now I'm going to have to help you clean up."
She lets her nightie fall to the floor then gets on her knees and pulls his shorts down. She starts licking it from his balls. His cock twitches at the feel of her tongue. She works her way up going all around, licking and smacking with her lips. She's never done that smacking with her lips before. It's so hot and it feels like his dick is on fire. Up and around, she works, closer and closer until her lips are around the head and she is sucking on his manhood.
Then she lets it out of her moth and stands up. "All cleaned up." She beams a big smile at him. She always looks younger when she smiles like that. The age lines in her face, the wrinkles that are one of the few clues to her longevity, always disappeared, or mostly so, when they had sex. That always added to his excitement, seeing her as her younger self. "Let's have some more cake!. She laughs. Swiping at the cake, she takes a handful and smears it all over his chest and cock and balls. He takes a handful himself and smears it all over her tits and belly and pussy.
She sits on the floor and tugs him down with her. He lets her roll him on his back then she turns backside to him and gets on top. Her pussy in his face and his man pole is in her hand. "Looks like I'm going to have to suck this off to clean it," she jokes. He joins in, "Looks like I'm going to have to eat this out to get it clean." She licks off the tip and head then goes down to the base of his shaft and licks his balls. He starts licking it off her bushy mound, sucking the hairs in and cleaning them with his lips. She licks up along the underside of his sugar coated member with her tongue wide against it all the way to the tip, like licking an ice cream cone.
The fire in his loins flares hotter. He starts licking the goo out of the valleys between her thighs and her pussy with the same wide tongue laps. Her vagina oozes wetness. She continues her long lapping strokes all around his throbbing cock, with a little lip smacking as she goes, finding drops of precum at the top each time. He starts the same lip smacking himself as he cleans off her pussy lips. The desire in him is getting so intense his hips sway in delight. Her thighs twitch with pleasure.
His shaft now thoroughly licked clean she pops the head in her mouth and swirls her tongue around the tip. His hips thrust up in delight pushing deeper into her mouth. She puts a hand around his excitement for control. His mouth gets to the main course and he sucks her clit in between his lips and thoroughly cleans it with his tongue. Her thighs squeeze him tighter. Her mouth and hand stroke his stiff pole while he brings his tongue down low and licks up along her slit, sucking and smacking as he goes. Her pelvis shakes with excitement. Her hand strokes faster. He lets her clit out of his lips then sucks it back in again. And again, And again. They feel each other's passions reaching crescendo. He presses his tongue hard against her clit and wags it. Her thighs squeeze his head tight as waves of ecstasy cascade through through her. Her orgasm ignites his own explosions of joy spurting into Ruth's mouth while she milks him with her hand. They writhe in each other's passion.
When she rolls off of him he says, "Wow, that was wild! And hot. I've never eaten a girl out quite like that before."
She smiles at him and says, "We're just getting started, my big strong lover. Now we need to really clean up. Let's take a shower." She leads him to the bathroom. He admires the smooth roundness of her ass as she adjusts the faucets to get the water warm. She is strikingly beautiful and sexy for an older woman. It's only at creases in her skin, behind the knees, between her legs and body, and the like, that small wrinkles betray her youthful appeal. "There. All set!" They get in and she slides the door shut.
Ruth takes the hand wand and says, "I'll wash yours if you wash mine, big boy." She teasingly flutters her eyelashes at him. Then she sprays warm water on his chest moving it back and forth and down to wash all the cake crumbs and frosting off. The warmth cascading down his chest and privates feels good. She takes her time at his crotch, spraying in and around, lifting his dick to spray under it. Then she hands him the wand. He rinses her breasts until the evidence of their feast is gone then moves down to her belly. He gives special attention to her snatch, bringing the wand close, even brushing a bit with his hand to clean her bush. She takes the wand and puts in on its mount then starts soaping his chest. When she has a good lather worked up she hands him the bar.
He massages her tits working up plenty suds. She begins working the lather onto his cock and his balls. He soaps up her sides and belly and down to her pussy. making sure it is fully lathered. She rubs his balls then starts washing his dick with her soapy hand, sliding it up to the head and down again, stroking it clean. It stiffens more with each stroke. He works the lather into the hair on her bush and between her legs, his fingers gently washing her pussy lips. Then she picks up the wand again. She cuddles up close, front to front, and starts rinsing them with the wand.
Soon she hands him the shower wand and turns around. "Do my back." He picks up the soap bar and rubs it on her back, top to bottom, rinsing as he goes. He lathers up her butt cheeks, enjoying their sensuousness as he works. "I love how smooth and soft your skin is. That's part of what makes you so sexy."
She says softly, "You say the nicest things to me. Like my Ivan used to do when he was here." He hands her the wand and soap and turns around. She starts lathering his back. "You know what I like about you? Yo have a hot butt." She slaps his ass. "Even better than Ivan's!" She continues working down his back. "I don't miss Ivan as much since I've had you. You are so big and strong like him." She gives them both one final rinse, hangs up the wand and turns off the water.
She hands him a towel when they are out of the shower. They dry themselves and each other off. She turns to him, puts her hands on the back of his neck and kisses him. She whispers in his ear, "Now my beautiful, handsome young man, won't you come to my bed room and ravish me with your love one more time?"
