I had started my own dentistry practice last year and after a year of penny pinching my wife and I decided to purchase a cabin a few hours north of our Scottsdale home for a cooler getaway. I had worked hard to not only graduate from school but for the first few years after college I worked for another dentist in his office so I felt I had earned a splurge. I had met my wife during that stint at that office where she was working as a receptionist and was helping with the billing.
My wife's name is Melissa and she had come to Arizona the year prior to us meeting to attend college. Melissa was from a very small town in Northwestern Iowa and was of Dutch heritage. She is very fair skinned and has Scandinavian features with blonde hair that she normally wears in a high ponytail. I would consider her upbringing very sheltered to say the least because she was extremely naive about sex when we met. It was a month before our wedding when we she and I had sex for the first time and it was her first time ever. She has wonderful breasts but they are no bigger than a B cup. We've been married now for two years and have no children. Our sex live is good but she hasn't opened up enough to include oral sex or even give me a handjob yet. That cabin in the woods changed some things though.
We had bought the cabin mostly because it was such a good deal. It was in need of repairs but it was a nice area where all the cabins were on 2 acres so neighbors weren't on top of you but close enough so that you didn't feel secluded. The cabin nearest to ours looked like someone might have a permanent residence there because there was a little manicured grass lawn. So the first time after the purchase when we went for the weekend I wanted to go up and figure out what repairs needed to be made and hopefully meet some of the neighbors. So on Saturday morning after checking some electrical issues and finding out they were just kicked breakers I made my way to the little cabin down the street. Melissa had stayed behind at our place relaxing and reading on the back deck.
Before I could even go up the stairs to the cabin I heard a voice calling me from the back area. "Hello?" It was a deep, gravel voice but questioning.
"Hello," I answered quickly. "My name is Steve and my wife and I bought the place next door." I rounded the corner just as I said that and Saw the man I was talking to finally. He fit the persona of a lumberjack, easily 6 foot 3 maybe taller with a good size beer gut to match. He had a full beard and looked to be in his 50's or possibly 60's. He appeared intimidating but met me with a big smile.
"Good I'm glad someone finally bought the Johnson place. It's on a nice lot and sure was priced right. Larry Puckett." He said as he held out a huge hand for me to shake. My hand was lost in his and I could help but think of the times I shake children's hands before I work on their teeth to make them feel comfortable.
I explained to him that I was a dentist and how I and the wife had needed somewhere to get away from the hustle and bustle of the big city. I had also explained to him that I was in no way a maintenance man but that I was going to try and do some of the work around the house to save a couple of dollars. He told me that he was retired and used to own a trucking company that he sold and made enough money to retire at 55 since he wasn't married he thought if he managed his money well he was going to be alright. He also offered to come by and help me with repairs or at least helping me assess what needs to be done.
He said he could come by that afternoon and give me a hand. I thanked him and as I walked back to my cabin I silently thank god that someone was going to be close to help me out. Melissa was sitting on the deck reading her book when I got back. I explained to her about my conversation with Larry and that he was stopping by this afternoon. I think she was silently thrilled about that since she knew I was no handyman. She looked beautiful at on the deck in shorts and a t-shirt. Her hair was up in a pony tail and no shoes on. At 24 she was 5 years my junior and I couldn't help but think I was lucky to find a girl like her. After all I was a dentist. Not the most athletic or coolest guy in school and I had never even dated a girl that didn't wear glasses. Oh yeah I was lucky.
About one o'clock Larry knocked on the door and Melissa got up to answer it. I was still at the table finishing my lunch and I could over him them making introduction. My wife led Larry into the kitchen and told him thanks for helping me out and was off to the bedroom. That afternoon while Larry was helping me move some firewood where we could get to it easier he asked me how tall Melissa was. He was impressed with her height and the fact that she was a few inches taller than me. I told him that she was 5'11 and played volleyball in high school. That's when he told me that he was in fact 6'4 and that in his younger days found it hard to find women that weren't intimidated by his height. We finished up for the day and once again I thanked him for helping. I explained that we would be back in two weeks so I would see him then.
The next morning Melissa told me that she had forgotten the eggs in the fridge at home so she could go over and ask Larry for some eggs or we could go to town for breakfast. I told her to go over and see but if not we could grab an early lunch on our way back home. So Melissa headed over to Larry's in her sweats and a hoody.
She was back with 6 eggs in about 10 minutes. We had a quite breakfast then finished picking up the cabin and headed down the hill to our home. On the way I asked her why she had been so quite this morning.
"I want to tell you but I don't want you to get mad."
"I won't get mad. Is something wrong?" I asked her.
"No but when I went to Larry's to get the eggs he opened the door in a robe." She said.
"So".
"Well he wasn't wearing anything under the robe and his penis was showing because his stomach was too big to fully close the robe around. I was so flustered I almost forgot what I was there for." Melissa said nervously.
I didn't know what to say. "You saw that old man's penis, I'm sorry. Are you ok?"
"I think so. I was shocked I have never seen another man's penis and his was so different."
A thought raced through my mind of an old fat man with his shriveled up dick tucked under his belly. Melissa's sheltered life had included no porn and me being the one and only guy she slept with I figured she might have been traumatized. I even thought we might be selling that little cabin of ours.
"I'm sorry; it was probably just an accident. He's probably use to just being alone out here. I can talk to him about it. I'm sure it was gross." I promised.
"No don't. I'm not sure he even realized that his big penis was showing." She said blankly.
I wasn't sure if I heard her right. Did she just say big penis. "Did you say big penis?"
"No I...I don't think so...I mean I might have. It was pretty big. Maybe it's because he's overweight but it looked like a roll of cookie dough. I mean I shouldn't have stared but it was bigger than yours and it was just hanging there soft."Melissa said softly.
