When Charlton found the box under his fence, he could hardly believe what was inside. He'd only seen something like this advertised on porn sites, and they'd always been far too expensive for him to afford. Not to mention, the portal toy required another person to use it, and Charlton didn't exactly have anyone to use it with. At least that was what he thought.
On the other hand, his neighbor's eighteen-year-old daughter, Robin, seemed to have a different idea. He recognized her handwriting on the card that came with the box. Even so, he barely understood what he was looking at. Still, he sat on his worn mattress and stared at the portal toy for a long time, eagerly awaiting eleven o'clock.
Charlton only ever met Robin in passing. A tomboyish girl with shoulder-length brown hair, she usually only gave him a smile or a wave when they saw each other. But there was something else behind those smiles that Charlton couldn't quite put his finger on. Which he found surprising because it made no sense why someone as young, athletic, and attractive as Robin would be interested in an old, damn near obese, balding man like him. Still, when she worked in her family's backyard, she'd often dress in a tight sports bra and baggy shorts that hung around her lower hips. When she bent over to pick up something, he would see the briefs she was wearing, conforming to her tight ass.
This only happened when he was home and on his back porch--the porch gave him the perfect view of his neighbor's yard. It was as if she wanted Charlton to see her. Worse, or perhaps better, his room and hers had windows facing each other. He never bothered to look when she was younger, of course, and her curtains had always been closed. But now he noticed that she kept them open when he was in his room. Sometimes, she would even stand in the window and change right where he could see. She never looked his way. She never acknowledged him at all. But Charlton knew that she was aware of him. Knew he watched as she ran her hands over her small breasts and the dips of her abdomen.
At first, he'd been ashamed. He tried to ignore her, to pretend he didn't see. But then he started to imagine the things he could do to her. He'd jack off while looking at her. Over time her little shows became longer and more frequent. She would take off her clothes and stand in the window, teasing her tight, young body, knowing he was watching.
It had been an unacknowledged game for months, but now this toy existed. This thing would allow him to touch her. To be inside her. If it worked.
Eleven o'clock hit, and Charlton went to the window. Just as the note said, the light in Robin's room turned off. He waited, staring. He held his breath, and then she appeared in the window. The pale skin of her breasts shone in the moonlight, accented by the tan lines around her arms and belly. She wore a pair of underwear unlike any he'd ever seen on her before. More feminine than normal. The sight made his cock throb.
He watched as she opened the window and gestured for him to do the same. He did, allowing the cool summer air to wash over his sweaty skin. He was sure her view was not nearly as pretty as his. There was no muscle to show off. No tan lines from hard work and exercise. Just flabby rolls of fat and a pair of pale man-breasts that put hers to shame.
Her face was soft, with a pretty nose and lips that reminded him of the petals of a flower. Her eyes were dark in the night, and her hair flowed gently in the breeze. He imagined himself kissing the soft skin of her neck, running his fingers through the silky strands of her hair. Meanwhile, his neck wasn't visible at all. His hair was thin and patchy in places. Hell, due to his age, he only had a few good teeth left in his head. Any sane girl her age would run screaming from a guy with his appearance.
Yet here she was, with her eyes locked on him from across the yard. He felt the need to speak, but his tongue was tied. Instead, he licked his lips and turned on the toy. He smiled as the fleshlight-like device turned on and where there had been nothing, there was now a set of soft, hairless lips. They were already wet and rosy with arousal.
He could hardly believe it. Someone was actually wet for him for the first time in decades. He would have to do something about that. It was rude to keep a girl waiting. Bringing the toy to his mouth, Charlton began to kiss the toy.
A soft moan floated in the air. Looking up, he saw Robin shifting on her feet as she leaned on the window sill. Her eyes were closed, and she held her bottom lip between her teeth. This little noise was all the encouragement Charlton needed.
It may have been a few years since the last time he'd eaten pussy, but like riding a bike, it came back to him in an instant. Closing his eyes, Charlton flicked his tongue over the erect nub of her clit. Like most things he ate, he savored it. He paid no mind to how sloppy he got in the process as saliva and her juices ran down his chin. The sounds of his sucking and slurping filled the room as he narrowed his entire focus on her pussy. So lost in the moment, he didn't even stop when he felt her muscles quiver and tighten around his tongue as he explored her most intimate parts.
Charlton was a well-fed man, but at this moment he was starved. Robin was the food he'd been denied for so long, and he would enjoy every last morsel. The hand not holding the toy lifted his gut to stroke his cock. He was so hard it hurt, but that part of him could be ignored for the moment.
With a sloppy, wet pop, Charlton finally pulled away from the toy long enough to look up and view his handiwork. Robin was doubled over her window sill. He couldn't see her face, but her body glowed with sweat, and she was shaking.
That set something off inside of him. Something that he believed was dormant or dead burned to the surface. Leaning back in his chair, Charlton kept his eyes glued to Robin as he put his fingers to the toy. Her skin was slick from his handiwork, allowing his pudgy fingers to glide along her folds with ease.
"Always been a damn tease," he whispered. His fingers moved along her slit--up and down, dipping inside her and rubbing the sensitive spot just inside. "You figure you do something nice for the ugly old bastard next door? Give him a little show once in a while. Now this toy?"
His fingers moved faster. Old practice returned, adding deftness to the movements. His room filled with the slick sounds of him churning her wet little pussy. Charlton was on fire, but he was not out of control.
Across the gap, Robin shook. Her body spasmed as her hips bucked in an attempt to make contact with the one who was driving her wild. Her hands gripped the window sill with a tightness that brought the full definition of her toned arms into view. When her head tipped back, the moonlight illuminated the beautiful flush of her face.
Charlton watched her, mesmerized by the sight of her thrashing for him. His fingers slid from within her to rapidly rub her throbbing clit. The scream that nearly broke from her throat was muffled by her hand. Though her parents weren't home, it was the middle of the night, and neighbors didn't need to know.
He'd lost track of how many times he'd made her cum. Both of his hands were soaked in her juices, the metal casing of the toy slick in his grip. By the time he pulled back, she looked like a wild thing. Her hair was a mess, her skin shiny with sweat, and it looked like tears had been running down her cheeks.
God if he were in her room right now, his tongue would be on her skin, tasting the tang of her sweat. Sucking on those perfect pink nipples that stood pebbled in the moonlight. Then he'd make her do the same to him. He'd get a firm grip on her hair and make her suck on his man-tits, lick every fold on his neck and belly. Fuck her sweet little mouth and smother her with every ounce of fat on his belly.
"Probably didn't think Ol' Charlton had it in him, did you?" Charlton shook his head and laughed. "Didn't think the old man could play. But he can. And look at you now." He brought the toy down to his aching cock and pressed her swollen, wet lips to the head.
