For those of you who want to get right to the good stuff, scroll down to the chapter, "Eight o'clock that Evening." Enjoy!
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A Way to Remember Lesley
It all started last Friday morning as I was heading toward the Checkout Counter at the local Paint Store where a very attractive young woman waited to ring up my purchases. Since for a long time I had found her funny and down right sexy, I never missed a chance to go through her checkout line.
"Sir, your paint comes to $24.95, please."
"Here you go, Ashley, $24.95."
My names not Ashley, its Lesley," she said annoyed.
"Sorry...I won't forget again. "
"Yeah right... you call me Ashley about half the time when you're in here? I just ignore it, 'cause even though you older guys are sexy, you don't always remember very well," Lesley laughed. "So tell me, just how are you
not
going to forget my name?"
"Actually, it's a little memory hook I use."
"A memory hook? Oh, yeah, like then... you'll remember my name is Lesley, huh?"
"Sure...I'll just think of something like; Less is She... you know, Les...ley."
"Geez! Thanks a lot! But, that sounds as if you are trying to insult me! Why does it have to be Less is She?"
"It don't...how about Less is More...You happy now?"
"Yeah... delirious! Hey, I'm sorry; I shouldn't have given you such a hard time."
"Lesley, no problem! You can give me a hard time any day of the week," I teased. "It's not every day I get a chance to have such a delightful exchange with such a good-looking sexy female."
"Come on now, I know how you old guys like to flatter," she said, giving me that sexy little smirk that curled the corners of her beautiful little mouth.
"Lesley, if you just insinuated I'm a dirty old man...I want thank you. Now I'm the one being flattered. However, would you mind terribly if we change the words, dirty old man to sexy old man? By the way, my name is Josh."
"Since you're laughing, you obviously didn't take offence. Okay, just for you, we'll change that to sexy old man. By the way, don't tell me, you're still interested in sex?"
"Come on, Lesley... What's the matter... you think you sexy 26 year olds are the only ones that have the urge to enter Eroticaville once in a while."
"Well, since you're not mad at me for insulting you, why don't you park your hardware supplies here behind the counter? I'm going on break now and you can keep me company. I'll even let you buy me a cup of gourmet coffee. I should warn you, though, I only drink the best. So you are not going to get off cheap. "
"Okay...but you should know us older guys can't take too much excitement! Is that a giggle I'm hearing--?"
"I know you're teasing me...but I'll overlook it. My Mother always told me it's not polite to say 'Shut up' to older men, even men your age."
"Ah, now you're starting to be nice to me. I'd better watch out!"
Coffee Time
"Gee...The coffee here is really good today. Thank you, Josh. Now, am I supposed to do something nice for you?"
Well, that depends, what would a sexy young woman like you have in mind? Just remember, us old guys can't stand to much excitement! Why are you laughing? You're whispering something...but, I can't hear you."
"Okay...Is this loud enough...can you hear me now?," she said, whispering so low I could barely hear what she was saying.
"Yes, after all, I'm not deaf you know."
"I just said I think you're kind of sexy for an older guy. Tell me something. I have often wondered... is it true...you know what they say; that older men make the best Lovers. If so, maybe I should invite you to come over to my Apartment tonight."
"Come on, Lesley. You're laughing at me again. You ARE teasing me about coming over tonight...right?
"Sorry for laughing...Who's teasing? I've heard that some of you older guys are really hot. I just have a feeling you might be one of the rare ones. Sooo... what do you say? Now...why are YOU laughing?"
"Lesley, if you're not teasing me, I should warn you, I may be older than you...but, someone as cute and sexy as you are is hard to resist. I've always thought you are very attractive. Okay...now you come closer, I want to whisper something to you."
"Is this close enough."
"Yeah, close enough. Listen carefully, "Lesley, dear, Since you brought it up; and, just in case you haven't figured it out yet; I would love a chance to sample that sweet little brown haired pussy of your's."
"Josh! - you shouldn't be talking so sexy to me...you are making me sooo hot! Okay...My turn! Let me whisper something to you. Don't get carried away, but you already have my panties moist. Since I haven't been with anyone for several months, why don't you come over to my place tonight? If you're as hungry as I am, we'll probably both end up exhausted, and do it until we both pass out. "
"Lesley, why are you laughing again?"
"Darn it, Josh...It's just that you've got my panty crotch soaked...and I have to be back at work in a couple of minutes. Oh, well, I guess I'll have to work in wet panties until they dry on me."
"Or- you could go into the Ladies Lounge...take them off...I could take your soiled panties home with me for the afternoon, then bring them back to you when I come over to your place tonight."
"Josh, you are so wicked!... You want to take my lacey pink panties home with you, so you can sniff the pussy smells on my panty crotch all afternoon. If I let you take them, I know what else you'll be doing; so I think I'd better continue to wear them. They'll dry on me after a bit. Oh, by the way- I hope you like your pussies nice and hairy," she said with a sexy little giggle.
"Okay, keep your panties. At least I offered; so, let them dry on your messy pussy all afternoon. Oh, about the other thing - how do I like my pussies; as far as I'm concerned, hairy pussies are the finest kind!"
"Okay, I have to run. Here is my address in case you don't back out. Eight PM tonight, okay?"
"Sure... See you then. Are you sure you don't want me to take your panties home with me?," I teased giving her a parting shot.
"Go ahead and laugh. I cannot wait to try it with you tonight and see what it's like to do it with an older guy. Maybe I should be sure the 911 number is working just in case," she said giving me that cute little smirk of hers.
"Funny, Funny Girl! You just couldn't resist that last smart remark, could you?"
Eight o'clock that Evening
Even though the whole idea seemed like something right out of one of my erotic fantasies; flying on the wings of erotic anticipation, I rang her doorbell promptly at eight o'clock. Lesley answered the doorbell wearing a little summer pleated Skirt and white blouse that fully accented her sexy little figure. To my surprise, she now seemed almost shy.
"I didn't think you would come," she laughed, the shyness seeming to vanish with her smile. "You're right on time. Well, come on in. Tell me you haven't changed your mind," she teased me with that impish sexy little smirk of hers.
"Are you kidding," I laughed. "I wouldn't miss it."
"Oh, good, "she smiled demurely. "Wait right here! I'll be out in just a few minutes." With that, she disappeared into her bedroom.