A match made in Heaven, Kimberly, a 23-year-old exhibitionist, meets Ronald a 72-year-old voyeur.
Revised, Rewritten, and Continued from Chapter 02:
After meeting me, as if he had a makeover, instead of walking around unshaven outside in his pajamas, slippers, and robe, he was now fully dressed for success and dressed for sex. No doubt, with him now taking pride in his appearance once again, he obviously had the hope of starting a new relationship with a woman young enough to be his daughter or granddaughter. Even the men who swear that they'd never be interested in a woman as young, all men are the same. Once I flash them my smile and then my panties and my bra, twisting them around my long, manicured fingers by showing them bits and pieces of my sexy, shapely body, I own their wrinkled asses and flaccid cocks.
Alas and nonetheless, the older, available, divorced, and/or widowed women are just as much of a problem as those married and unmarried women are with babies. Even though their wants, desires, and needs are somewhat different from younger women, they're just as jealous of me and possessive of their men as their younger counterparts. Moreover, what they both have in common; they both want money. Both groups of women want and expect men to support them. Looking at me as if I'm a threat, with me too much competition for their fat asses, women basically don't like other women. The ideal situation for any woman would to be the only hen in a henhouse that had multiple rooster strutting around.
In the same way as most older men do, most older women no longer care about their personal appearance, about their hair, their makeup, and their clothes. Most older women, especially those widowed women who hide themselves away in their homes after their husbands have died, have long since given up on the battle of the bulge and looking for a man. Then, there are those women who are lonely, who don't want to be alone, and/or who can't be alone. There are those women who are still sexy, sexual, vibrant, and vital, and who still want to have sex. Those women who are still looking for a man are well groomed, slim, and ready to give whichever new man she finds and is sexually attracted to plenty of sex.
Just as I can tell if an older man is on the prowl, I can always tell if an available, older woman is on the prowl too by how she dresses. Keeping this knowledge in mind to help guide me, no matter what their ages are, whether looking for a boyfriend, a husband, or companionship, women from that generation are looking for a man to support them financially. In the way that men look to women for sex, women look to men for money. In that regard, just as I'm a slut for money, all woman are whores for money. Money for sex. Somethings never change and always remain the same.
As by the example below, sadly and sexually frustratingly, once women get their man, once they get what they want, they dramatically change and revert back to how they were before. Just as a leopard can't change their spots, women can't change who they are. Women can fight it, resist it, and pretend to be someone else, but in the end, as if an elastic band that is pulled to the breaking point, they return to where they were before. Sometimes, when that elastic band snaps, figuratively and literally, they snap too.
Tired of playing silly, sexual games, taking themselves out of the game by isolating themselves, too many older women no longer want to play. Besides, having already experienced a steady diet of older women before, just as a woman wants to marry for money the second time around, many older men want to marry for sex. Even if they can no longer get and maintain an erection, many older men want a younger and sexier woman.
"Pardon? I'm sorry. I don't think I heard you correctly. You want me to do what? You want to stick your dirty thing in my mouth? I don't think so. Sorry, but I don't suck cock," I imagined Edna, Ruth, or Mary saying.
As if they're hands were railroad warning, crossing signs, I imagined them waving their wrinkled, age spotted hands back and forth from side to side and making a sour face after cock teasing her man before she married him. Now that she got what she wanted, his retirement income and Social Security check, he'd best be quiet. Now that they're married, he had no chance in Hell of her blowing him and him cumming in her mouth. He'd best stop complaining, shut the fuck up, watch his TV, and drink his beer while his new woman goes out shopping.
With everything unchanged, and all things remaining the same, the only thing that changed was his new woman's first name. The only thing that changed was her hair and eye color and perhaps the size and shape of her body and breasts. Yet, just as his first wife refused to suck his cock, his second wife refused to suck his cock too. Obviously, after he divorces her closed to blowjobs lips or after she dies, he needs someone like me. He needs a young, sexy, slutty, shapely, pretty woman who's willing to take his wrinkled flaccid cock in her mouth for money.
"Wake up, Daddy. Good morning. It's time for your morning blowjob. If I can't get you to cum in my mouth this morning, I guarantee you that I'll get you to cum in my mouth tonight," said Kim with her new, much older, live in boyfriend.
Kim's new man smiled at his sweet, young, sexy woman.
"Thank you, Jesus. Thank you," he said.
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Whether man or women, nearly everyone in this neighborhood had a little, yapping dog. Ron, my new, next door neighbor, a nice but dirty, old man, was the first neighbor to greet me, of course. Having surveilled this neighborhood from my car, just as I already had a feel for the residents who lived her, I already knew his name.
Oddly enough, unlike his pet owning neighbors, he didn't have a dog. He didn't even have a cat. Obviously, having given up on finding a woman and relegated to live the rest of his life hidden in his house alone and without sex, as if he was on house arrest, he had confined himself to his house. Only, with me living next door to him as his new, sexy neighbor, he was no longer alone and lonely.
'Poor Ron,' thought Kim.
Only, unbeknownst to Ron, his life was about to change for the better. Ron was Kim's new mark. He was her next sexual victim. Sex for money and money for sex, just as she was ready to flash him, he looked ready to be flashed. A match made in Heaven, an exhibitionist living next door to a voyeur, life doesn't get any better than this.
Judging Ron by the way he was leering at Kim, if he did have a dog, his dog would have been humping her leg in the way that Ron, no doubt, wanted to hump her mouth and/or her pussy. Nonetheless, with him looking as if he just showered, shaved, and put on clean clothes, Kimberly already had his number. As soon as she saw him, he was just the man she had been looking to find.
'Grandpa,' she said silently to herself.
Chapter 03:
Minding my own business, kind of, a little bit, well, not at all really being that I knew my new neighbor was watching me. Anyway, I was unloading my 'Rent Me' truck wearing very short, cutoff jeans and a very, low cut top while pretending to struggle with boxes. Just as I wanted him to notice me flashing him, hoping that he would, I wanted him to help me with my boxes too.
Playing my part as the innocent virgin, I stooped, I bent, and I stretched while struggling to lift and move boxes. Just as I pretended that I didn't know that I was being watched, I pretended that I didn't know that I was as exposed as I was. Having practiced my sexy, flashing moves in my full length mirror, I already knew all that I was deliberately showing him.
Every time I moved in these short, jean shorts and this oh, so low cut top, I showed him a lot of my round, shapely ass and even more of my big tits in this outfit. If I wasn't wearing panties and a bra, with me being practically naked, I'd be showing him everything. If I wasn't wearing my bra and panties, he'd practically be seeing me in my birthday suit.
Yet, with me an expert in flashing, I've deliberately flashed hundreds of men before while making my flashing appear unintentional. No doubt, for him to catch me flashing him, he was thinking that he was in the right place at the right time. Along the way, I've learned that it's always better to show men a little at a time instead of showing them everything all at once.
As I've done with many other men, in the case of Ron, it's better that I sexually tease him and erotically entice him with what more he imagines he sees while he undoubtedly wonders what I look like topless and/or naked. Moreover, it's always better that I hold a little something back in reserve to regain his interest should his eye wander to someone else. Something he'd appreciate later when I titillated him, rather that I surprise him later than to show him what I look like naked.
'God, already feeling my nipples harden and my pussy getting wet, I so love playing this sexy game of exhibitionism and voyeurism. I so love showing my sexy body to men,' I thought. 'I so love when men leer at me and ogle me while I pretend not to notice, their horny, lustful stares,' I thought while continuing to flash Ron.
Ironically, if only Ron knew that I was deliberately flashing him, wouldn't he be surprised? Alas, if only Ron was my father or my grandfather instead of my next door neighbor, without a doubt, I'd be flashing him too. Then, again, if I had a father and/or a grandfather, along with a mother, a sister, and/or a brother, if I had a real family instead of a foster care family, maybe I wouldn't have the need to flash anyone at all. Maybe I'd be normal instead of twisted enough to expose my panties, my bra, my cleavage, my ass crack, and my naked ass, tits, and pussy to a small army of unsuspecting men.
I don't know why I do the sexy, sexual things that I do but as if I'm driven, I can't help myself from flashing unsuspecting men. I have no idea why I feel the need to sexually expose myself to men, especially to much older men. No doubt, unless I go for psychological counseling, my need to flash is something I'll never know. Yet, thinking out of the box by using my driven desire to sexually expose myself to make some money, I've earned a living flashing happily, surprised men bits and pieces of my sexy, shapely body.
