Thus far: Ray, a lonely mature man visits the Florida Gulf Coast to see his ailing mother where he meets a somewhat, or so he thought, naive divorcee. The two make an instant connection.
The visit to my mother was no different from the visit of the previous day. It was depressing and pathetic and I was not feeling too sparky afterwards. I drove over to a different part of St. Pete and strolled along a shopping street filled with tourist shit. I bought Caren a tee shirt that read "Fucked and Fucked Up. St. Pete Spring Break". I walked into an Adult store and walked out with a set of washable/biodegradable/edible "Body Finger Paints". I don't know whatever possessed me to buy that particular item but I had a vision of getting silly with Caren and what the hell, it was only a few bucks. Finally, on the way back to the Skyway, I stopped at the largest kosher deli in St. Pete and picked up assorted stuff for dinner for two. I bought way too much food mostly because everything looked so good and because I couldn't decide.
On my ride back, I considered how lucky I was. Not only to score such a great babe on my trip but in general. It's astonishing how great the world looks when your dick works the way it is supposed to and you're getting laid regularly.
When I pulled up to the house, it was nearly five o'clock. I saw that Caren's car was in her driveway and another car, a black Audi, was next to hers. I walked up into the kitchen and set my bags down. Through the windows, I could see Caren and her friend, Candace stretched out on the lounges around the pool. They were both naked and oiled up. Both had nice deep tans and both had small washcloths over their eyes. I stood and stared out at them. Caren was small but her body was perfect in proportion and symmetry. Candace, on the other hand, was taller and bonier. Her breasts were nice round 34s and they were covered in freckles. Her pussy was bare and her long gash seemed as long as her long legs. In fact, this stopped me cold. I would say that she had the longest gash I'd ever seen. Jesus, she's gotta be huge! A man could get lost in there!
I cleaned myself up and stripped down tying an apron around my waist. In the kitchen, I prepared a platter of corned beef, roast beef and pastrami sandwiches, all cut in quarters. I sliced up a few knishes and potato pancakes with all the condiments, apple sauce, sour cream, pickles and dressings; full Brooklyn style. With an open bottle of chardonnay, my gifts and the tray of food, I made my way outside. Both women were startled when they heard me and looked up. Candace looked to cover herself but then realized that it was not necessary.
"Oh my God, is this a vision?" Caren asked. "My handsome handyman is serving us!" I turned around so they could view my ass cheeks under the tied apron. Both of them giggled. "Whatcha' got? What's in the bag?"
"Not so fast, smartass." I set everything down on the table and walked over to them. "First, let me say hello to Candace. Hello Candace." I stood by her head so her eyes were staring at the bulge under the apron. "I've heard all about you."
"Likewise, Ray." Not one to miss a beat, she reached under the apron, took my cock in her hand and shook it. "Pleased to meet you too." She shook it again and it stiffened a little. "Your reputation proceeds you."
I moved over to Caren and leaned over giving her a sweet kiss on the lips. "Hello, my little darlin'. How are you feeling today?"
"I feel great. Thank you for asking. You're so sweet."
"Excellent." I kissed her again. "Come to the table, girls. I picked up some real New York kosher deli, or as real as you can find around here, for dinner."
As they got up and came over, Candace said, "Ray, I heard that you brought Caren flowers yesterday and that you came over to her house and gave her a massage and a good-night orgasm. I heard all about it and I'm jealous of her getting all this fucking is what I am."
"The night is young, Candace. Meanwhile, cut the crap and dig in."
"Oh, I love this stuff." Within minutes we were feasting and drinking and laughing.
Taking a break form the food orgy, I took the bag. "I got you a present today, Caren." I took out the tee shirt and displayed it to laughter and applause.
"Yup, that's me and my vacation. Thank you, Ray, I will wear it proudly." She went to put it on but decided that she was too oily from the tanning lotion and it would wait.
Caren emptied the wine bottle into the glasses. I lit a fat joint and toked up. I passed it to Candace first.
"I haven't smoked pot in years. I'll take a few hits and then I'll be on my way."
"Why? You said that Perry was at some golf thing all day and into the evening. What's your hurry, Candi. It's early." Caren frowned, "Didn't I promise you that we would play? After all the tears today, didn't I say you could share him with me? So stop bitching and whining."
"Yeah, Candi...," I slowly added, "...and seeing how we all just pigged out and now we're getting wasted...not to mention that we've been sitting here naked and I have been counting the freckles on your chest..."
"You finally noticed?"
"...now I think we're ready for my final surprise!" I pulled out the Body Finger Paint Kit. "Ta Da!"
"What is that?" Caren snatched it from my hand. She began to read the box and giggle. "Yeah, I think you're right again, Ray. I told you this guy was great, Candi...a little goofy maybe but definitely great."
