Frank is my little 80-year-old neighbor at the cottage. His wife passed away a long time ago and he spends most of his days alone. A month or so ago Frank watch as I had sex with several men, including the neighbor's son that lives on the other side of my cottage. When he approached me about it, I ended up letting him eat me out and fuck me. I also gave him a blowjob. That is when he told me he had not had sex for 20 years and that he never gave or got oral sex in his life.
I created a photo album of me in various stages of dress and performing several different sex acts. I actually made this for my husband but decided to give it to a few others that I thought might like to watch it. I thought that I might give one to Frank. It is my hope that it might make his day. I also plan to help keep his time between fucks shorter than the last one. I have told my husband that I plan to take a disk over to Frank's with my pictures and some videos of me on it. I also tell him that I plan to have some fun with Frank while I am there. He tells me that he is sure Frank will love it.
On Sunday, I get ready to head over to Frank's house. As I am getting in the shower, my husband asks me what I am going to wear. I tell him I have not picked anything yet, but if he wants to, he can pick something out for me. I head back into the bedroom after my shower. My husband has picked out an outfit for me. The outfit looks like it came right out of the fifties. He has picked some silk stocking with the black seem up the back and a heavy garter. He gives me a cone shape bra like the kind the pin up girls used to wear. I have no panties to wear. My shirt is a tight button up angora sweeter with a nice deep v neckline. He also provided me with a short pencil skirt.
The only part of the outfit he picked that was not from the fifties was my shoes. I have a pair of saddle shoes that have a platform bottom and extra high heels. I tell him I think the outfit is great and I would not change it a bit. I do up my hair with big curls and add some white face powder and very red lipstick to complete the look my husband was going for.
I then head out to the cottage on my own. I tell my husband I do not think Frank is looking to have an audience. He tells me that he is ok with that. He tells me he has work to do around the house.
When I get to the cottage, I can see Frank is in his normal chair out by the water. I walk over trying out my best model walk. I give my ass a little extra shake as I move up the walkway. When Frank notices me coming up the walk he gets a big smile on his face. He asks me if that is Elizabeth Taylor coming to visit. I tell him he wishes. I tell him it is only his poor lonely next-door neighbor stopping by to drop off some goodies.
He says that he does not see a basket of goodies in my hand. I hold out the disk I brought him. I tell him he will have to look at what I brought him. Afterwards, he can decide if what I brought is a goody or not. He tells me I will have to set it up for him. That his son got him a laptop for Christmas but he only used it a few times. I tell him to show me where it is and that I should have no problems getting it going. I also tell him I will be disappointed if after today he does not use his laptop more often.
Frank takes me into his house and then into the study where he has the laptop. Frank asks me if I would like a drink and I tell him sure. I tell him I would love to have vodka on ice. He asks if I would like anything in it and I tell him no just strait. He returns with my drink, which to me look more like a triple than a single shot.
We sit down on the sofa together so I have to sit turned to my right to look right at him. I am wearing the very tight pencil skirt so I have to keep my legs close together. I put my right leg on the couch folded under my left leg that is up tight to the sofa. As I do this, my skirt has moved up my thigh several inches.
I can see the reinforced top of my stocking sticking out. I am sure Frank can clearly see above my stockings. We are sitting so that both are knees are touching.
We talk for a while and he complements me several times on my outfit. I tell him my husband thought that he might like it. I finished my first drink and he goes and gets me a second. When he returns he is sitting much closer to me. His left arm is on the back of the sofa behind me and his right hand is resting on my knee. I adjust myself so that my right leg drapes over his knee. This has caused my skirt to move up another inch or so.
We then spend some time talking about the type of relationship my husband and I have. I tell him how we have always had a very open relationship. I tell him to us this just makes life fun. He tells me about how his wife was very old fashion. He says they had a good life together but only had a very limited sex life.