It was a nice clear sunny day on the Costa Blanca in Spain. There were in fact no clouds in the sky at all which was surprising for the month of October. There was a little breeze but it was quite warm, increasing to hot when the wind dropped down to still.
The old style Spanish house, or finca, stood on a slope facing south, with a panoramic view over the city and countryside, right down to the sea shimmering through the gaps in the rocky hills that bordered the coast. Silvery flashes appeared in the sky from time to time as planes approached the distant airport, reflecting the sun.
On the naya of the house, which also faced south, a man sat in an armchair, his Doberman at his feet. He was relaxed and reading, a coffee and a Spanish brandy on the table beside him. He was wearing glasses to read. The time was around eleven in the morning but he didn't check it. He wore no watch. Men of his age didn't need to know the time, unlike those who still had a living to earn.
The dog suddenly stood and trotted off towards the gate. The man didn't move. The dog wasn't agitated so it must be someone he knew. Sure enough the figure of Mary Martin soon appeared at the gate. Mary was his neighbour from the next street, living about five hundred metres from him. Her and her husband Graham were also his nearest English neighbours.
"It's open Mary," he called, "come on in." Prince the dog leapt up and down as he recognised his friend. Sure enough Mary produced a treat for him as soon as she had opened the gate. She walked the ten metres or so to the naya.
"Well Fred my darling, you look nice and relaxed. Can I join you for a while? Graham has gone off to golf again and I'm feeling starved of company."
Fred looked up at her. He was delighted and almost excited to see his friend. Mary was wearing light blue short shorts that showed off her smooth brown legs to perfection. Above her shorts she wore a thin white ribbed cotton top, low cut and buttoned down the front. The top finished just above her cute belly button, showing an enjoyable expanse of smooth brown stomach. Mary was thirty-five years of age.
Fred was wearing what he mostly wore at home, a pair of old swimming shorts. Todays were multi green and yellow stripes. At all other times he wore nothing and could show a good all over tan. Fred was sixty-one years of age.
He hadn't got up to greet Mary and now she bent down before him and kissed him on both cheeks. Why did he have the feeling that she had shown him the beautiful cleavage down her top for just a second longer than she needed to. Nevertheless, in his shorts his cock stirred slightly.
"Hi Mary darling. Can I get you anything?"
"I'll have the same as you, you old reprobate," laughed Mary as she sat down in the armchair opposite to him, showing her thighs all the way up to her crotch. Fred's cock stirred again. "Coffee and brandy for an escaping wife!"
Fred stood to go and fetch the drinks, noticing that Mary was looking at the front of his shorts. He instinctively looked down but his penis hadn't yet risen enough to show much difference. Mary laughed as he went through into his kitchen to get her drinks.
"I see I shall have to try harder," she trilled.
Fred's heart began to pump faster as he made the coffee and poured the generous measure of brandy. He'd always fancied Mary, much more so since his wife had gone back to England, saying that she couldn't stand the heat. He still had his urges and Mary was part of his dreams every night. Days too if he admitted it!
When he returned with the drinks he immediately noticed that Mary had undone another button on her top, now fastened with only two. Her ample charms were almost totally revealed. He tried to control himself. Graham and Mary were two of only a few friends that he had.
"To what do I owe the honour of this visit, my darling," Fred enquired, looking into Mary's eyes as he spoke. "A lady visiting a randy old goat like me could get herself a reputation you know,"
"Good," replied Mary cheekily, "I'm glad to hear that you're still randy. I can't see much evidence of that."
"That's because I'm exercising mind over matter control. Your goodies are still very much appreciated, I can assure you. I could sit here all day and just look at you. Anyway, as I was saying, are you here to borrow something, need help with your Spanish or just to gaze at a randy old man?"
"That last one is closest," said Mary seriously. "Graham is always off golfing or some such and I get lonely on my own all the time. He thinks I've got plenty of friends and don't need much else. The friends I've got are all women and can't fuck me Fred and that's what I want now and again."
"Christ Mary, you are only a young woman. There must be any number of young men around here better equipped than me. I hope I haven't got the wrong end of the stick in that you are suggesting that I can help you out."
Mary got up and moved over to Fred, squatting down in front of him. She deftly unfastened the remaining two buttons of her top and pulled the material apart, unveiling her beautiful firm round brown breasts. Fred looked as her nipples erected themselves in the open air.
"Don't you fancy me then Fred or are you too old to get it up any more?" Mary grinned as she watched a bulge grow inside Fred's shorts. He growled and grabbed a firm hold of her big tits. She put her hands down on to his growing erection. They kissed hard.
The kiss grew in intensity. Mary opened her lips to his pushing tongue, allowing him access and thrilling to his swirling motion all around her own. She pushed back and her tongue entered Fred's mouth. They made what seemed like gallons of saliva, drinking the mixture down.
Fred was really mauling Mary's big breasts and pulling on her nipples. She moaned and grabbed at the waistband of his shorts, hauling them off with only a minimum of help from Fred as he lifted his hips to help her. His cock bounced into view and Mary captured it in both hands.
"Wow, that's a biggy," she enthused. "It's a lot bigger than Graham's and bigger than most of the others I've seen. I'm going to play with this."
Mary wrapped both hands around Fred's cock, leaving only the tip showing. She opened her mouth to eject a mouthful of saliva all over his prick. She rubbed his tool until it was wet and slippery.
"That's really lovely, all stiff and hard. I would love to toss you off all over my tits. How does that sound? Would you like that?"
"Mary, I don't think that I can imagine anything better right this second. I feel as though I'm asleep and dreaming my favourite dream."
"Do you really dream about me Fred?" smiled Mary, still gazing down at Fred's long hard spike encased in her fingers. She pumped his shaft slowly. "Tell me about your dream."
"You'll have to let go of me or I'll shoot off all over you almost before I get started." Fred's breath had started to quicken. "Sit back a minute and drink your coffee and brandy. Take your top right off though and stroke your tits as I describe my dreams of you."
