I only half expected Mona to show the next day, but there was a light knocking on the sliding glass door that leads out to my patio. I got up; pulled the drapes aside and there she was at ten in the morning, holding my newspaper out to me as I opened the door.
"Hi Ned, betcha thought I wouldn't show up, huh?"
"Join me in having some coffee and toast?" I said, as we moved into the house.
"Maybe some coffee, if it's no trouble. I mean don't go making any on my account."
"It's made and it's no trouble at all. Have a seat, I'll be right back."
I returned with two steaming mugs of coffee, handed one to Mona who accepted it, but set it down on the coffee table in front of her.
"Here," she said, and handed me a roll of bills.
"What's this?"
"It's for the weed you gave me yesterday. I sold a lot of it last night." She grinned and added, "Don't worry; I only sold it to friends of mine."
"The narcs have a way of becoming friendly with people in order to find out how they get their stashes."
"But, Ned, I've known these guys forever!"
"I bet," I said sarcastically.
"Oh, c'mon," she turned around and pointed to the glass doors she'd come in through. "Look, no one's lurking out there, see?"
When I said nothing further, she sat down in an armchair in what passed for my living room. (Okay, I'm being snobbish while trying not to be a snob. My living room... hell, my entire house is professionally decorated. I'm not a fastidious housekeeper; I pay a woman to come in weekly to take care of that.)
Mona leaned back into her chair and watched my eyes as they roamed over her body. I had to say something, having been caught with a hand in the cookie jar as it were; I coughed then said, "You've got really great legs."
"You think?" she said in a husky voice, and then parted them forcing my gaze to her crotch.
"You're also advanced in the art of seduction," I said hoping my voice wouldn't crack.
It didn't, I have my advanced age to thank for that, for I was as nervous as a teenager at the prospect of banging this little darling's brains out.
She smiled seductively at me and took a sip of the coffee. "Mmm," she said appreciatively. "You make good coffee," she purred.
"After the coffee, we can take a dip in the pool out back."
"Mmm, but I'm already wet, Ned, here see for yourself." She reached between her legs and pulled her thong to one side. There it was... neatly trimmed for my viewing pleasure, with just a hint of moisture glistening on her poochy labia.
For all intents and purposes that ended any pretext of what we were about to do.
Placing my coffee to the side, I moved to her, took her coffee away, placed it next to mine and then leaned in close and licked her thigh from calf to kneecap.
Mona caressed my face and tickled my ear with her pinky. "You're very oral this morning, Mister Ned."
"You're too delicious for words."
"Want me to suck your cock?" Mona asked as she deftly freed it from my shorts and flipped it with the back of her fingers. "I want to feel it get hard in my mouth."
Her tone was so casual; she sounded twenty years older than she was.
"Sure. Would you like to sit on my face while you do?"
"No, thanks, your tongue would be a distraction from what I want to do to you."
She sank slowly to the floor. I took her place in the chair.
"Maybe later?" I asked, sliding my shorts down to my ankles.
"Of course... and anything else you might want to try."
Was she offering her ass to me? I wondered, but she was already idly licking my balls and I lost track of things for a while.
Her serpentine tongue flicked out and licked my stomach. I looked down and into her eyes.
"Want me to finger your ass while I blow you?" she asked with a lewd smile.
"Mmmm," I replied already halfway to heaven.
"Ever had this before?" She asked her eyes sparkly.
"Yes and no."
"Don't clench up on me now. Let me get in first. You're going to love how this feels."
"How do you know?"
"Cause I was wishin' you'd do it do me when you ate me out yesterday."
"Oh."
Her index finger tickled my asshole. I chuckled and told her, "My dick's gonna get hard before you get your mouth on it."
"Shut up," she hissed then spat a mouthful of saliva onto my anus.
I dropped my head to the chair cushion and waited trying not to tense up at her next touch.
She gave my asshole a tentative lick and whispered, "You know, I never thought I'd give you the time of day when you walked in the place yesterday. Now look at me. We've fucked ourselves silly, smoked the biggest joint ever, and you trusted me enough to give a bag of shit to sell off and make a month's rent."
She licked my balls and poked her finger into my hole. "Mmm, I hadn't thought about how big your balls are."
"They seem to get bigger with age," I said.
"Oh?" she replied and took me into her mouth. Her finger began inching into my ass. There was a steady, not unpleasant pressure back there that I hardly noticed, for her mouth was already doing some marvelous things.
She tilted her head enough to look at me, eye to eye. She gave me a bright toothy smile, her lips swollen with lust and grabbed my tingling dick in her fist and squeezed. My swollen dickhead turned purple.
"Ooh," I chirped.
"Feel good?" she laughed.
"You know it does." I gave her an appreciative moan.
"Roll over."
"Woof woof," I said, enjoying the fact that this youngster was telling me what to do almost like a Dominatrix running a BDSM scene. And, grinning like an oaf I rolled to my side. Her finger slid out of my ass so I rolled again and lifted a leg over her head.
Mona knelt as if in devout prayer between my legs. I chuckled at that thought. I felt her warm fingers cup and lift my balls and then probe into my asshole. She curled her rude finger up, pressuring my prostate.
"Like that, Ned?"
"Mmmm, mind telling me where you learned this?"
"First comes the blowjob, baby."
Mona nibbled on my cockhead giving me a nice tingle. She locked her lips together and put her free hand on my hip as she applied suction, drawing my semi-soft cock into her mouth like she was sucking up a strand of spaghetti. I couldn't help giving her my best groan and shiver when I felt my dick head against the back of her palette.
Her tongue was a major pleasure as she tickled and teased me with a rigid tongue tip, while the finger in my ass was busy tickling my prostate.
"Mona, look at me."
