Tuesday evening led Brit to the far side of town. She was forced to ride a bicycle she hadn't rode in two years. Spotting the old water tower at the edge of town left few choices as to which home belonged to Burt Pomroy. The three stall garage confirmed it. That and the beefy pair of Rottweiler's behind a tall chain link fence. Their barking made her nervous until Burt stepped out to yell at them. Silence was instantaneous.
"Driveway. I'll be right out." He motions to Brit.
Stopping to get off the bike she puts the kickstand down and stands looking at Burt's car. A big white Cadillac.
From the rear of the house he exits with a prepared bucket of water, a sponge, and soap.
He notes her in a different bikini than before. This one was bright yellow and equally as skimpy.
"Bet all eyes were on you riding over dressed like that."
"Traffic jam. I lost them at the lights." She giggled.
"Glad you could make it."
"I'm a woman of my word. Your dogs are beautiful."
"Brown one is "Bubba". White one with spots is "Thug"."
"They mind you pretty well. One command and they stopped barking."
Proudly he nods, "Years of training. They obey me on most things."
"Can I pet them?"
"Not too sure about that. They're not used to strangers. We'll see."
She watches Burt bring up a garden hose attached to the side of his house. Playfully he catches her off guard and squirts her with the spicket.
"Heyyyy! That's cold." She giggles and hides her front side to him.
"Get busy. I'll get the car wet, you wash."
She grabs the sponge soaping it up. Amid the suds she begins scrubbing the fender of the car where he douses it in water. As she bent over he shot her in the ass chuckling.
"You are evil, Mister." She glares squeezing the sponge of suds.
"Don't waste those suds. Wear them."
"Fine. I will." She sets the sponge down and unties her top tossing it aside. Her bulging 34D's were stunning. Without a second to waste she removes her bottoms and stands in only her tennis shoes. Sponge in hand she grabs the bucket and gathers more covering her chest and ass in suds. She left her pussy free to avoid any possibility of getting a yeast infection.
He watches her washing the car and fondles his erection beneath his loose fitting shorts.
Eyes meet repeatedly as he sprays where she's cleaned. Her suds faded quickly never to be replaced again. She loved being naked.
"Not much traffic through here. You're lucky." He admits.
"I wouldn't care. I actually love teasing people."
"I can tell. So, why me? I'm far from a stud. Mirror does me no service."
"It's not about looks or age to me. If I feel an itch I scratch it. I saw loneliness and felt generous."
"Works for me. I certainly don't mind perky teenagers with perfect body's. As long as you're of age I'm game."
"Pervert." She sticks her tongue out at him.
"I am indeed." He rinses more of the side panels and doors of his car.
As she cleans the front bumper and headlights Burt moves closer and rubs her ass, slipping fingers inside her pussy from behind. She reacts with an arched spine and looks over her shoulder at him.
"Your dogs are watching us."
"They're just jealous." He huffs before removing his fingers and slapping her ass. She squeals and looks at him with a devilish grin. Leaving him she moves to the other side of the car and soaps the hood.
Following her he drenches her vicinity including her back side. Shivering she again threatens him with her sponge. Strutting away to her bucket to refresh the sponge she finishes that side of the car.
"Convertible top? Should I wash it too."
"Of course. Finish it up then I'll put the top down."
In minutes they finish up and Burt digs into his shorts for the car keys. A remote opens the top and lowers the windows.
Moving around to the drivers side he gets in and pulls the front seat all the way back. Once it reclines he unzips his shorts and lowers them to his ankles. Already shirtless he sat naked and hard as a rock.
"Hop on. Let's go for a ride." He motions.
Brit wiggles around the open door and crawls in to straddle his belly and six inch cock. With a fondled assist she guides him up inside her pussy. It was a beautiful fit he thought. Her chest directly in his face as she rode generously up and down on him. He devoured her nipples. Her moans were like a symphony. A shrillness that made his dogs restless.
Grinding on him led to his own range of moans and grunts.
"Goddamn you're fucking beautiful. Your pussy feels great on my cock."
Shivering she exhales, "You feel awesome inside me too. Burt?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't be lonely. I'm here for you."
He squeezes her hips to thrust up into her more, "Thanks Kid."
His hands move to clutch her ass cheeks spreading them wider to tickle her butt hole. She rears her head back sighing loudly.
"Like that?" He asks.
"Yes. You can fuck me in the ass if you want to. We might need to stand up though."
"Let's go into my back yard. I put a mattress on my back deck."
"Okay."
She lifts off of him dripping wet and crawls out of the car. Burt repositions his seat and climbs out, discarding his shorts into the back seat of the car. Both nude he takes her hand and leads her through the gate closing it.
Around the corner of the house she see's a bare mattress on his wooden deck. He lays her down on it and moves her into missionary at first. Her legs wrapped around his hips to pull him deeper. Their moans escalated making his dogs bark louder.
After ten minutes he rolls over on to his back and lets her ride him again. Her nails dug into his chest and shoulders as she cried out in pleasure.
Pulling her down to lay on his chest he holds the back of her head from behind thrusting harder on his own.
Closing in on his expiration, his dick throbbed like a jackhammer. Ready to detonate into her he closes his eyes to absorb the sensations and her exhales on his neck.
Suddenly, without a warning he heard thunderous vibrations behind them. His dogs had gotten under the fence into the back yard and had rampaged right up to them.
Burt holds her firmly, "Don't move. Dammit. I'm not sure how these guys will react."
