Pee For Charlie

CHAPTER 1

The dispatch manager at Olsen and Wells Fine Jewelry was given the choice of moving to the downgraded position of dispatch senior clerk at HQ or take early retirement. At fifty-five and only just settled into the suburb of South Mole, Charlie Walters didn't wish to move to Sydney. An unwilling casualty of economic fallout, he was given a drunken send-off party and left with a fat payment.

Charlie had lost Meg nine months earlier to cancer and although lonely had taken to his new community, popular with mainly retirees wishing to live by a lake and young couples taking up a mortgage to buy their first home to get them away from their mothers but not too far in case weekend babysitters were required.

Jobs were scarce. Charlie made a couple of embarrassing attempts to secure employment, once as a security guard where it was obvious they were looking for someone twenty-five years younger and as a courier driver. When the courier company recruiter asked had he ever been booked for drunken driving, Charlie said confidently only four times. The ha-ha lady (HR woman) said once would have been too much and the rude bag told Charlie to close the door behind him as he left.

Early on the first Monday morning in retirement, Charlie had read the Sydney Morning Herald and downed four cups of black coffee and was felling bilious and disoriented. He always watched his team wrap diamond rings at this time of morning on Mondays, watching for the thieving bastards to try to exchange a real ring for a paste one or even a photograph of a real diamond ring.

He went to the John for the fifth time but it was another dry one.

Charlie concluded he was bored. Then came an idea. He pulled on sneakers, swapped his polo for a t-shirt with the huge logo 'Sydney to New York Marathon' he'd picked up cheap in Thailand three years ago and jogged down to widow's Patty Duke's drinks trailer parked beside the lake at the intersection of Main and Emu.

"Bottle of water thanks Ducky."

"God Charlie I didn't know you were a runner and what's this not been at work on a Monday."

"I was too efficient for the company and so they had to let me go because I was showing up all the other lazy slobs."

"Oh yeah?" Patty grinned, showing yellow teeth, a big one in the top front missing. "Run off some of that beer gut Charlie and I could be interested in having a piece of you."

"Nah I'm not interested in going after your St Bernard," he quipped and Patty cackled like a laying hen.

Charlie went down to the slope to the fine gravel topped track that followed the indented contours around Lake Watt (named after English explorer James B. Smith who reputedly said 'Wot is that a lake?). The signboard, warning joggers to watch for mothers with babies in strollers and young dogs hauling old women, also indicated the circuit was exactly 8 miles long. Charlie had done the circuit a few times and knew a circuit would take him 40 to 45 minutes when not in a hurry.

He set off and immediately heard a woman call, "Hey wait up."

Charlie slowed and she caught him and looked about his age with floppy tits.

"May I run with you?"

"If you must."

"Oh hi grumpy, I'm Alice."

"Hi, call me Charlie."

"Oh god you're not Charlie Monk the infamous prison escaper?"

Charlie scowled and said he though he'd escaped the world's last champion motor-mouth woman when his wife died.

"Omigod you mean Meg Walters don't you. Her husband was called Charlie although she claimed he was a lovely man. Sorry I didn't get to the funeral Charlie. I'd broken my top denture and had gone into Sydney to have a new one made and without it was feeling a right nit."

"It's okay. Meg wouldn't have known you were there. I almost didn't go for the same reason but my two kids dragged me along. I would have preferred saying goodbye to Meg quietly, like when running around this track."

"But without me nattering?"

"Yeah without you nattering. You're a smart kid Alice."

She laughed and said he was funny and not at all off-putting.

Alice had to stop at Fallow's Point to have a splash in the trees.

"Thanks for waiting for me."

"It was the polite thing to do."

He handed her his water bottle and she drank from it without wiping the top.

"You should have wiped the top."

"I don't fear catching unfavorable bacteria at my age Charlie."

"How old are you?"

"Sixty-two."

"Oh just a kid."

Alice loved it; he admired sharp people in old bodies who continued to exercise.

As they parted he called, "Same time tomorrow?"

"Oh yes. I thought you'd be arriving an hour earlier to ensure you missed me."

"Same time tomorrow. Don't be late or I'll go without you."

She moaned how could he expect a woman to be on time but there she was next day already waiting for him.

She looked at the water bottle and said she'd pay half.

"Nay, my treat. Keep your money for your kids."

She said she didn't have anyone and they began their 5 mph pace that suited them just fine.

Alice stopped to have her splash among the trees and then drank water.

They chatted of course. Charlie learned that Alice had farmed on a small sheep station that became unprofitable and so they sold it. He husband Alec was unsettled in town and died within a year."

"Of a broken heart?"

"I think so Charlie. Five years ago our only child Evan drowned while going into a flooded river to try to save a young bull. We had little or no rain for five years and then that damn flood. But if it wasn't like that everyone would be out there farming and pushing up prices and over-stocking the land."

On Friday, their fourth run together, Charlie followed Alice into the trees and asked could he watch."

"I think so Charlie. Why did you ask?"

"I've never seen a woman pee."

"Oooh, I must close that gap in your education Charlie."

He stood calmly and watched, Alice ensuring he saw it all.

"There's nothing wrong with your waterworks," he laughed and wondered what she meant when she said he shouldn't be too sure about that.

On Monday when they stopped at Fallow's Point he stayed on the track but Alice urged, "Follow me Charlie and I'll pee for you."

He followed sheepishly.

On Tuesday the same thing happened but this time she said bravely, "Play with me Charlie while I pee."

"Um you mean get my hand wet?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure this is okay with you?"

"Yes."

Charlie held a finger in the urine stream and then while it was continuing gently pushed a finger into her vagina and Alice said oooh she really liked that.

In the days that followed that routine was repeated but they didn't go beyond that.

On the next Monday Alice arrived a few minutes late. She apologized and two younger women ran up and asked could they join them.

"At your peril ladies," Charlie said.

"I'm Alice and this is Charlie. You are most welcome but run on if we are too slow for you.

The women introduced themselves as nurses, Gwen and Joanna.

When they reached Fallow's Point Alice stopped and said, "I go in here for a pee. There's two and a half miles to go."

"I'll come with you said Joanna."

"I'm okay," Gwen said.

Alice smiled, "Come with me Joanna and we'll pee for Charlie."

Charlie stood rooted to the spot and Gwen gaped at him and then giggled. She grabbed his hand and pulled her behind her saying, "Come on Charlie, this I have to see."

Charlie attempted to break free but Gwen was used to moving bed-bound patient and the grip was unbreakable.

"Come in beside me Joanne and don't be embarrassed. Mostly Charlie just watches."

"Mostly?" Joanne giggled, releasing a stream.

"Don't attempt to learn too much too quickly darling," Alice said, the laughter almost causing Joanne to fall backwards off her squat.

"Lift your track pants right back darling and give him a good view. Charlie was recently widowed and needs reminding what a pussy looks like."

"Would you like to see my pussy," Gwen whispered, giggling. "God this is fantastic. Jogging usually is so dull."

Alice completed the jog running with Joanne and Gwen fell in beside Charlie and encouraged him to talk about himself and where he lived and what he did during the day.

"What about sex?"

"Do I have to answer?"

"Yes."

"Um just with my hand since before my late wife got sick."

"Oh dear. You must do something about that Charlie. There are plenty of women out there to nail, even much younger than you. Not all women find it easy attempting to nail replacement males."

"You're mean as young as you?"

"Yes Charlie but not me. I'm thirty-two and married with two school-aged kids. Mom and dad look after them while I work. Because I work as a theater specialist in routine surgery I don't work at nights and that's great for the family. But I will pee for you next time we run together. We often get Monday's off if the surgeon I work for has been away conducting weekend seminars."

A fortnight later the three women squatted in a line and peed for Charlie.

"Awesome," he grinned.

Late that afternoon a female called through the open front door, "Are you in Charlie?"

"Yeah," he called. "Just feeding the neighbor's cat; they're away."

The woman went into the kitchen.

"Oh hi Gwen, on your way home?"

"Dan is picking the kids up from their dancing classes today so I have an hour spare. Would you like sex Charlie?"

"Oh Gwen, that's a fabulous offer but your are offering me far too much. You can't do it."

"Oh but I can Charlie," Gwen said, pulling her tunic dress over her head and standing facing him, dressed in a white bra and while panties and white stockings attached to a white garter belt.

"Oh Gwen, what a wonderful body."

"And that's why I'm pleased to show it to you. Kiss me and undress me Charlie. We'll do it on the table providing I get you up hard."

"It's already gaining stiffness," he grinned. "By crikey this is a great occasion for me."

"And for me Charlie. Alice mentioned your wife to us and said she was such a lovely woman but then she spoilt it by saying something about herself."

"What could Alice say about herself that's terrible?"

"Charlie please understand. Alice believes she's had a wonderful life apart from the loss of her son and then her husband and of course her parents also passed on. She has terminal cancer Charlie and is slowly dying. It made me realize yet again we are all slowly dying and I came here thinking I should tell you about Alice and I think she must have read my mind. When we were parting she whispered to me softly that you would really love to have sex with me."

"Stone the crows, what a woman."

"Yes Charlie and there are others about if you look for him. Do you still have your erection?"

"Yes it's happy. I'm stunned to be told about Alice but I know there's nothing I can do but run with her for as long as she can run and say nothing when her pace slows."

"Alice is the sort of women who will say her pace is slowly and she's front straight up and tell you why Charlie. Oh my poor man, you look so tired. Here kiss my lovely breasts. Just for now they are for you Charlie."

Gwen's tears fell when she felt Charlie weep on to the softness of her left breast.

"Suck the nipple Charlie," she said, wiping her eyes.

Gwen was astonished how good Charlie was at sex. She'd had bigger than his seven inches but he wielded it like a much younger man. She sat upright on the table to watch its purple head explore the entrance to her pussy and then was pushed confidently into her depths. She lay back on her elbows and said, "Fuck me Charlie, as hard as you wish and even bite my tits but try not to mark me. I do have a husband who watches over me."

"Er a condom," he said pulling out.

"It's okay Charlie. My understanding is you haven't been messing around with sluts. Just pull out when you're ready because I like to see my tits being sprayed."

"I like watching that sort of finale too," Charlie said. "I reckon that moment is one of the greatest things about having sex."

Gwen rocked back at him and squeeze her muscles and red-faced Charlie managed to pull just out in time and gushed over Gwen rather impressively for an older guy. She scooped some up and creamed it into her breasts that she was now calling tits.

"Charlie that was wonderful for me, quite magnificent in fact. Was it okay for you?"

"God Gwen you ought to be running a brothel. You are one of the best woman to ever get me off."

"Charlie," she giggled. "I guess the reference to a brothel madam was complimentary."

"It sure was baby," Charlie said, smacking his dick up. "Can we go again?"

"My oath Charlie what a surprise you are. Slam it into me and grind. This is one of the reasons why a woman has been given such a flexible cunt."

Charlie grinned and really ripped into Gwen, making her yell, gasp and smile as she really enjoyed herself.

She kissed him deeply before leaving, shaking her head as she said. I've rarely enjoyed myself so much having sex.

After Gwen left Charlie she went from his mind. Stroking the neighbor's affectionate cat, he thought about Alice.

Alice was on time next morning. She didn't mention she was dying and Charlie didn't mention he'd screwed the sensational Gwen.

They were about to set off when two young women with an infant in strollers called, "Hi Mrs Owens. May we join you?"

"Of course Madeline. This is Charlie Monk the infamous prison escaper."

"Hi Charlie, in that case you'll be good at running. This Miss Big Blue Eyes in my buggy is Mandy, this is my friend Nancy and her darling chubby chappie is Paul."

"Hi great to meet you ladies. Are you sure you can jog when you, um, feed your kids, um with those?"

"Oh yes," Nancy said, bouncing her big breasts. "These things as you call them are quite magnificent really. They don't really generate milk until it's needed so it's impossible to churn it, rather like men and their testicles I would think."

"Yuck churned cum, no woman would stand for it," Madeline said. The three women laughed and Charlie felt really out of it.

Charlie had his freshly washed Sydney to New York Marathon T-shirt on and Madeline looked at it a bit cross-eyed and asked, "How the fuck can anyone run a marathon over water?"

"It's just a concept divorced from reality and manufactured in Thailand," Charlie said, wondering if a woman should really use the word fuck in front of wee kids.

"I love it," Madeline laughed. "I think you are really cute Charlie."

Nancy said, "Madeline has run the Sydney Marathon seven times and finished third last year."

"Yeah well I've always though women get better with age," Charlie said, conscious that Madeline was now staring at him. "We'll be too slow for your babes."

"No it's fine. We are here for the enjoyment of a social occasion. You set the pace Mrs Owens."

"Please call her Alice Madeline. Alice is young at heart and not all that old."

"Then Alice should set the pace," Nancy said. "Oh I apologize for my reference to male testicles."

"No it was fine," Alice said as they set off. "What do you think is the purpose of male testicles and why are males always touching them lightly Nancy"

The women laughed and a very happy, chatty run commenced.

When they reached the point Alice stopped and said, "Ladies it has become traditional for ladies in my group to squat inside this stand of trees and pee for Charlie."

"Oooh, with Charlie watching?"

"Yes Nancy. He just loves it. But since we have the buggies today we will squat right beside the track. Face the babies away unless they are asleep.

The three grinning women peed for Charlie and Madeline called, do you want to touch me Charlie?"

"Um yes but no I won't. I was raised to understand that young mothers are pure."

The women shrieked in laughter.

Over the next few months what became known as Charlie Walter's morning fun run via Point Pee attracted numerous women, with eight-three being the record one Sunday. If men joined in, at the point they were sent on around the corner and the women would squat to pee for Charlie. Eventually, Alice was no longer running. She'd taken ill and spent a few days in hospital and from then on received home treatment from a visiting nurse.

Charlie went to her cottage overlooking the lake every day at 12:30 to cook a light lunch for Alice and himself and he'd stay regaling her with stories of his life or reading until she slipped off to sleep around 2:00. He'd return in the evening when she was watching the News at 6:00 and cook dinner, not that she ate much but she liked to see him eating properly.

Women who'd run with Alice visited her at other times of the day. Gwen called on Charlie once a week to check that he was okay and he'd tease her she'd only come for the sex. Of course they usually had sex. And then sadly Gwen's husband was promoted to a position in the company's HQ in Melbourne and Gwen and the family departed with him.

And then Alice died. She was okay but very weak when Charlie had left her the previous evening but passed away during the night and her neighbor found her when she went to read to Alice from that morning's newspaper.

Twenty people from Blenheim Downs, 300 miles west of Sydney beyond the Great Dividing Range, where Alice and her husband had farmed even before they married, arrived for the funeral. Lady Stolt sniffed and said, "Was it really worth coming all that way for such a small funeral?"

And then as a result of networking young woman began filing in. Some 600 of them had arrived from up to 1000 miles away, rallying to the call that Alice Owens, veteran jogger who was responsible for popularizing the famous 8-mile track around Lake What at South Mole, arrived to pay their respects. Their male escorts remained outside in the shade and talked about beer. The large church was filled to overflowing.

There was a stir at the back and pushing their way through were Madeline who lived locally and Gwen who'd arrived late from Melbourne and when the gathered women joggers saw the two women had the funeral-shy Charlie in tow, thunderous applause broke out and the out-of-towners where told, "That's Charlie."

The astonished Anglican Vicar, who'd never seen his church so full and was already mentally composing a letter to the Bishop about church extensions, led the two women to seats reserved fore 'family'. Madeline and Gwen sat Charlie between them and held him fast.

The boring service was thankfully short and then the Vicar asked would anyone like to say a few words.

Lady Stolt came forward (who else?) and said grandly that she was Lady Stolt of the district of Blenheim Downs said it was her great privilege to pay final tribute to one of the modern stalwarts of sheep farming of Blenheim Downs, and who was a woman capable of telling the rump from the brisket of a sheep after slaughter.

Two women fled the church to vomit.

"Is there anyone else who'd like to pay verbal respects?" asked the vicar.

Someone near the back began the chant of 'Charlie, Charlie' and the call soon boomed to the rafters.

Madeline and Gwen practically hurled Charlie forward.

He stood beside the coffin, resting one hand on it as if paying tribute to a fallen warrior.

"All of us here in the city only knew Alice for a relatively short time but there was something about Alice that made all of us think we had know her for years. Alice was fun, innovative, a jogger and above all never was a pain in the ass."

"I shall all remember her as Alice my loveable fellow-jogger. Alice and I began running the 8-mile circuit around Lake What, reputed to have been named by an English explorer who said, 'Wot is that a lake?' and that statement was recorded faithfully. Alice asserted to me over our second bottle of wine in a restaurant one night than she'd been told it was named in 1423 after an Aboriginal said to his pal, "Hey man there's some water to crap in." Alice insists the earlier name translated to Lake Crap."