Maximilian Cummings
It was no good. Matthew had tried for most of the morning to get on with some work. Being retired from banking did not mean he did not keep his hand in, did not mean he had no work at all; he had set up a company and did certain consultative jobs; it was all interesting, it kept him sharp and helped pay the bills. And then there were his own investments to manage - and there were actually quite a few of those.
He had tried. but the sunshine through the window had called to him. Called it was time he had a walk in his garden and ponder, as he had promised himself, on the happenings of the day before; called on him to enjoy a pleasant recollection of the afternoon before when he had walked naked in the company of the three young girls, Vickie, Morgan and, of course, little Emma.
What a shock it had been finding Emma was the daughter of Phil and Louise Hatchard; discovering just who Emma was whilst present with his wife at a birthday party - a party for Emma. He had not realised and made the connection until she was there before him alongside Vickie and Morgan at the party. Had he actually thought them eighteen when playing hide and seek? He was not sure he had thought that fully through; his mind had, after all, been distracted: just that they were young but not too young. Their attributes had been womanly - he meant.
They had looked so pretty at the birthday gathering, dressed in their slinky party numbers; really figure hugging dresses. Sarah had even commented on the girls and later suggested that his looking at them was bad for him at his age. On the way home she had mentioned where his eyes had wandered more than once.
"Imagining what lay beneath those girls' dresses - you naughty, naughty old man!"
Matthew had denied that. And he had, of course, been right to do so. He had no need to imagine - he knew both visually and by feel! And less of the old. He was by no means that - yet.
He gave up on his accounts and investments and went downstairs. For a second time he walked out of the patio doors into his garden stark naked, almost like the day before, but this time his erection did not come as he walked about his garden. It did not come because he was already standing firm when he stepped out. Just looking through the patio window at the lawn whilst he undressed and thinking about how the girls had held him down on it, how Morgan had fucked him and then the three of them had jacked him off - was quite enough to swell his knob and bring it almost up to touch his tummy button. Firm, full and comfortable.
Very peculiar to walk out of his patio doors, not just naked, but erect as well; his fine manly prominence before him - or so he liked to think!
It was a nice feeling walking around like that in the sunshine and very nice to think back over the day before. How the girls' heads had appeared one by one over the top of the fence and then they had fairly quickly come over to join him, all naked, and they had played hide and seek. A marvellous game of hide and seek that had required him to fuck them each in turn as he caught them. Not to conclusion - he was fertile after all and they were unprotected - but penetration and the proper movements with all three of them. The fair haired Vickie, the little red headed Emma and the dark Morgan.
Thoughts like that did not serve to lessen a sexually active man's enthusiasm and Matthew's tumescence held. Nice actually to stroke himself as he looked at the very apple tree the girls had climbed up to get across the fence and remember just how wrongly he had caught the birthday girl - and it had really been her birthday that very day - how she had caught herself on his poking up erection right between her legs. How it had pushed up into her vagina, beautifully spearing her. A perfect accident. Matthew could remember the feel of the little girl as she had slipped down his erection with just the force of gravity - just so wet and warm! What a way to lose your virginity!
He wondered if perhaps another time they could do the same again but deliberately. Emma was not a heavy girl. It would be no problem to carry her; walk with her riding on his cock like that; the idea of walking her around his garden mounted on his cock more than attractive; he could imagine a delicious gentle up and down motion as they moved. Matthew walked further into his garden imagining he was carrying the little titian haired girl and they were sexually connected.
His hands actually positioned where they would be to carry her - under her bottom. How far would they be able to walk like that - before he came? But of course the one thing he must not do was come inside her - or her friends for that matter. He did not want - and they would not want - teenage pregnancies.
Perhaps he could walk with Emma the other way up. Yes, she upside down and he nuzzling her right there between her legs as they walked whilst she sucked on his cock. Wonderful to have his face right in amongst the titian curls and to lap away at her sex. No problem with coming like that - providing she liked that of course... and Matthew doubted she had any experience of cock sucking at all, let alone dealing with an oral ejaculation, upside down or not.
Sarah on the other hand... Well, when she was interested and not teaching at school, she had plenty of such experience. He had come in her mouth long before he had come in her vagina. The happy days of courting. And it still happened sometimes. Sometimes. but only sometimes. when she was too tired from school work. but only sometimes...
But so wonderful to imagine coming like that as Emma and he walked in the sunshine, just releasing himself into her mouth as they walked.
It was really nice just meandering and thinking about sex; standing at the place between the compost heaps where he had penetrated Emma for the second time whilst she was stuck between the wooden boards of the heaps; remembering how he had slipped into her little fur covered place and how he had looked at her sweet little anus with more than a passing interest. Her little girl's bottom - well not so little actually - old enough!
Of course it was all a little unlikely it would happen again. He had not missed the giggles from all three girls when they had left him, not quite speechless, standing with Phil Hatchard at the party. The giggles had been loud and clear from another room and Phil Hatchard had raised his eyebrows. "Girls together," he had said, "so silly. You know. They went to your neighbours' this afternoon, the Royston's, Vickie's place, and have been like that ever since. They obviously had a good time, probably dressing up or something. Just so excited."
Or something... not so much dressing up as dressing down.
Matthew wandered back down the garden. Probably it had just been a great giggle to them, though they had seemed not just a little sexually excited. A giggle teasing a much older man into silly things. Even so, they had been nicely wet to the touch! They had definitely been sexually interested. Wonderful if perhaps they wanted to do the same again... sometime.
Matthew slipped into the shade of the Cypresses remembering his intimacy with Vickie just there. It was nice just to gently manipulate himself at the memory and he stepped out once more into the sunshine 'fully energised.'
Pleasant to wander about his own garden in the late summer sunshine naked and pleasant to be happy in his manly prominence. But what was even nicer was to all of a sudden see Vickie's head pop up over the fence.
"Morning Mr Stamford." A giggle. "You are looking very fine today."
"Oh, I well... hallo Vickie." He was, of course, delighted to see her; and more than delighted by her comment. It was completely obvious she was referring to his erection.
With a pull of her arms Vickie was up in the apple tree and making her way across. Matthew watched her; admiring her fine body, her pony tail and the tight jeans and tee shirt she was dressed in and, indeed, her not insignificant chest which was pushing at the tee shirt.
Once again her foot in his hand, though this time encased in a trainer and then there she was beside him.
"On your own today?"
"Yes, Did you like Emma's party?"
"Very nice. I was surprised to see the three of you though. Pretty dresses."
"Thanks. Enjoying the sun again, I see."
Remarkable to be standing there stark naked complete with an erection and talking to a fully clothed young girl as if it was as normal as anything. It was difficult to imagine, as she had come across to his garden so easily, that nothing would happen. No, something sexual would happen. It was a fantastic prospect. His penis did not subside.
"Yeah, I was just walking around the garden."
Vickie dropped down on her haunches, her face inches from his erection, just staring at it.
"I can't get over how big you men get and I've seen a penis before. Emma and Morgan hadn't, you know. Not like this. They couldn't stop talking about how big you get or..." Again the giggle. "... how big you feel inside."
Matthew hardly needed to ask what 'inside' meant!
"It's lovely... oh!"
Matthew had not been able to resist, had not been able to stop himself just pushing his hips a little forward and touching Vickie's lip with his knob. It had surprised her - but she gave it a kiss. The lovely soft feel of her lips on his sensitive skin.
Vickie rose and pulled him by the hand. Come on let's walk around your garden a bit. Just like you were doing.
"Have you been watching then?"
"Oh yes."
Much nicer to walk with company, much nicer to walk with Vickie - and what man of Matthew's age (and interest in the female sex) would not have liked to do just that! A pretty girl with pronounced bosom in tight casual clothes.
"Yes, I did enjoy Emma's eighteenth."
"You should have come to mine and Morgie's, two weeks ago. We're not sisters of course but we share a birthday so we had a joint party and sleep over."
"Just you three?"
"No, other girls from school."
The idea of lots of girls in pyjamas and nighties not exactly unpleasing to Matthew!
After a time she asked if she might hold him and Matthew knew she did not just mean his hand! He paused.
"Please feel free."
Lovely to see the hand reach out; lovely to feel the fingers close firmly around the shaft; pleasant to walk with Vickie's hand holding and even manipulating him a little. Holding his foreskin well back or bringing it up over his knob; firmly clasping the whole shaft in her fist or lifting his ball sack and holding his 'eggs.'
Matthew was just wondering if he should invite the young girl to join him and take her own clothes off and walk naked as well when from the next door garden came a call, "Vickie - where are you?"
"Here - Mum."
"Where?"
"In Mr Stamford's garden."
"Why, does he mind?"
"I'd thrown a ball over by mistake."
"You can't just go into somebody else's garden without asking."
