Forty Years And Six Feet Apart

I tapped on the window to thank the Instacart delivery girl who had just dropped my groceries at the front door. She said something I couldn't hear, gesticulating towards one of the bags. I put on my black cloth mask and opened the door.

"I'll need to see your ID because of the champagne."

Caitlin had dark spiky hair and a southern accent and was wearing a bright multi-colored mask.

"Oh sure, sorry, let me get it."

I retrieved my wallet and handed her my driver's license.

"I really like the architecture of your house," she said as she pulled out her scanner.

"Yeah, it's good to have some space when you are isolating."

"I bet. It sure sucks being stuck in an apartment. What's the champagne for?"

"It's my birthday today."

"No kidding, mine too!"

She looked at my license.

"You're 64 today. Congratulations!"

"Thank you. How old are you?"

"Exactly 40 years younger."

"What are you doing to celebrate?"

"Hanging out by myself and drinking."

She cocked her head at me and winked, eyes shining above the mask.

"Same here. Why don't you come by later when you are done and we can celebrate together. There's a nice piece of meat in those grocery bags that I can throw on the grill. We can stay six feet apart."

Caitlin's eyes shone brighter. She put her hand on her hip and wagged the scanner at me.

"Well, aren't you a dirty old man, inviting lonely young women into your house. I might just take you up on that offer."

Caitlin was sumptuous and sassy, and my cock started to stir in my shorts. She glanced down and said, "I don't know about keeping distance, however." With that she turned and walked back to her car, hips swaying. She paused as she was getting in and called, "What time?"

"Six?"

"OK, see you then."

Two hours later I was out back grilling a nice piece of prime ribeye when Caitlin came through the garden gate. She had changed into a sexy yellow summer dress and was wearing a red mask.

"You look good enought to eat."

She flushed at the last word.

"Well thank you kind sir. Is that the piece of meat you were talking about?"

"One of them."

"I hope the other one is just as thick, hot, and juicy."

We stared at each other. Then we broke out laughing, unable to sustain the routine.

"Come on, let's go inside and get that champagne."

Caitlin stood six feet away, watching me pour the champagne.

"This has been weird. I don't normally flirt like this."

"Me neither. Something about the distancing, I guess. It's like you are on a stage, performing. The audience isn't going to leap the stage, so you do things you wouldn't normally do."

I handed her the champagne glass and stepped back.

"I guess we need to take our masks off for this."

"It should be OK if we keep six feet apart."

Caitlin pulled aside her mask to reveal bright red lips in a brilliant smile to go with her sparkling eyes.

"Happy birthday Caitlin."

"Happy birthday Jack."

We clinked the air and took a sip. Caitlin sighed.

"It's been a long three months."

"How did you end up out West? You sound like you were born in the South."

"Yup, I'm a Georgia peach. As soon as I graduated I got out of there. This seemed like a nice funky town, university, coffeeshops, good restaurants. I was working at the Italian restaurant up the road until they shut down. Then I started doing Instacart."

"Well, thank you for that. I hope it's safe."

"Safe as can be. We all wear masks, and the supermarkets are enforcing distance. And it gets me out of the apartment. I think I'd go crazy otherwise."

"Yeah. I'm going stir crazy and I've got a big house and big back yard and a wash to walk in."

We stood, six feet apart, glasses in hand, looking at each other.

"The other thing about isolation is, well, it makes me incredibly randy."

"Oh god, me too."

"Ahah, so you are indeed a dirty old man. I think you are right about being on a stage. Like, right now, all I want to do is take my clothes off for you."

I reached down and rubbed my cock through my pants.

"Please do. You see what you are doing to me?"

"I will if you will."

That did it. We stripped off and stood, six feet apart.

"You are right about feeling randy. I've been walking around the house, naked, masturbating in front of windows, hoping someone would see me."

"Show me."

I took some lube from a kitchen draw and slathered it over my cock and stood in front of her, six feet away, fisting my cock, thrusting towards her.

"That's right, wank for me, come for me." She fondled her breasts, then and put her hands down through her luxuriant dark bush and pulled apart her moist, wet lips.

"Turn around."

Her bum was glorious, big, white, a transcendent alloy of flesh, muscle, and fat. She pulled apart her cheeks and showed me her asshole.

"Oh god yes."

"Would you like touch it? Would you like to put your cock in there?"

"Yes, yes, yes," I groaned, pumping my cock with each word.

"Maybe I'll let you when this is all over."

"I want to lick it and fuck it."

"Oooh . . . "

She pushed her finger into her ass as she looked over her shoulder at me with that wicked smile and shining eyes. That sent me over the top. I spurted all over the floor, pulse after pulse of come shooting out of my cock as I stared into her eyes.

"I haven't come that hard in a long time."

"That really is a nice piece of thick, hot, juicy meat."

I remembered the steak. "Oh shit." We ran outside, breasts jiggling and cock flapping.

"It's practically charcoal."

"Oh well, I've got some crackers and cheese inside."

We sat at the kitchen table, naked, finishing up the champagne.

I said, "That was really fun."

"We aren't done yet."

"Well, I'm 64 years old, I'm not sure I can come again."

"That's not what I mean. After we've finished this champagne, you have to watch me. I'm 24 years old and I can come hard, fast, and often. I know I bought you some cucumbers and carrots. Why don't you be a good dirty old man and get me one of each. A cucumber for my pussy and a carrot for my ass. A thin carrot. If you please."

I stood up, enjoying her eyes on my cock. "Absolutely."

"Well thank you, kind sir."

She stood up and gave a sort of obscene, wide-legged curtsy, spreading her thick bushy cunt and wobbling her breasts.

We raised our glasses. "Happy birthday."