The wind whipped across my face, the frigid February air stinging the back of my neck as I walked home from a night out with my girl friends. It was late on a Friday evening and I was cursing myself for not having simply stayed the night with one of them, but it wasn't much farther so I pulled my coat tighter around my body and trudged onward past the neighbors darkened houses. I stepped into the driveway opposite my home hoping to get a bit of respite from the unforgiving wind. There was a blue glow emanating from the front picture window and I silently wondered what our neighbor was doing still awake at 11:30 at night. Mr. Jenkins had lived on our street my whole life. A grandfatherly type, he enjoyed sitting on his front porch during the summer months, sipping iced tea and watching the neighborhood activity.
More out of boredom than anything else, I crept forward to the porch steps to look through the window at the large TV screen. The porch steps squeaked under my weight and I stopped, willing them to be silent. I continued to pick my way carefully across the porch. As the screen came into view, I was momentarily shocked at the scene playing out on Mr. Jenkins flat screen TV. My elderly neighbor was watching porn. On the screen, a nude blonde with unnaturally large breasts was straddling a man with enormous biceps. As her globe-like breasts bounced up and down, she was simultaneously fellating another man with a freakishly large penis. As the scene played out I side-stepped my way onto the porch, looking for my neighbor.
I spied Mr. Jenkins seated in his recliner, his eyes half closed as he focused on the screen. He seemed to be enthralled with his movie and I stepped closer, hoping not to be caught. My view was obstructed by the curtains, I could only imagine what he was doing. From what I could see, he was nude and his hand was in his lap. His mouth hung partially open and his tongue snaked out to lick his lips occasionally. As I stood watching I gasped involuntarily, imagining the small moans of pleasure escaping his lips as he pleasured himself.
Despite the cold a warm rush swept over me. A dull ache began in my clit as I imagined, rather than saw, his shaft. I wondered if he was imagining himself fucking the blonde or if he preferred the oral gratification. The blonde continued to bounce as she sucked.
Standing on the porch, my feet grew numb from the cold. I couldn't seem to break free of the scene, ignoring the freezing weather, the excitement built inside me as I watched the older man's motions grow frantic. I waited, knowing his climax was near, as his eyes closed and he leaned his head back, the screen forgotten, another wave of excitement passed over me, and I knew he was finished, his hand slowly coming to rest at the top of his thigh. His chest heaving with the breathlessness of release.
I waited a moment and them slowly made my way off of the porch and across the street to my house. It was nearly two in the morning when I finally climbed into bed. My feet tingled as they warmed, the sharp pains a reminder of the time standing on the porch. I fell into a restless sleep and dreamed of Mr. Jenkins.
The next morning at the breakfast table, I yawned as I moved the scrambled eggs around my plate while my mother yammered on about the chores she needed me to do over the weekend. I nodded absently as she ticked off laundry and errands that would take most of my afternoon. All I really wanted was a nap, but I knew that there was no way to convince my mother that I should be excused from the standard weekend chores.
"Here's the grocery list." She handed two small squares of paper to me and I glanced at the items on it, trying to decipher her hand writing.
"Why is it broken into two lists?" I asked curious as to the break in our usual routine.
"One is for us, the other list is for Mr. Jenkins across the street." My ears perked up at the mention of our neighbor. "He's been trying to find someone to help him out with errands and things, but in the mean time I offered to help him with some errands." I raised my eyebrows at her.
"You mean you offered my help." I smiled at her, "I don't mind, though."
"You're a good kid." She smile back at me, though I doubt if she had seen the movie playing across the street, that she would have allowed me anywhere near the old guy.
I finished my breakfast and showered. Pulling on jeans and a sweater I grabbed my mom's car keys and set out for the grocery store. Working my way through the aisles, I collected all of the items on both lists, taking care to keep them separated. I checked out and headed back to our neighborhood. I stopped at home first as our list contained a greater number of perishables and then carried Mr. Jenkins' two bags across the street. Stepping onto the porch, the memory of what I'd seen the night before came rushing into the forefront of my mind and the dull ache in my clit returned. I rapped gently on the door. Mr. Jenkins appeared almost immediately, his gray hair damp from the shower, he was dressed in a blue tee shirt and jeans.
"I brought your groceries," I smiled at him as he swung the door open and I stepped into the warmth of his home.
"Thanks, Jade." He gestured to the kitchen, "Just set them on the table."
I set the bags down where he indicated and began taking the perishables out without being asked. An idea had been forming in my mind all day.
"Mom says you're looking for someone to help you out with errands and stuff." I opened the refrigerator and started placing the items inside.
"Yes," he was rummaging through the second bag setting aside items for the cupboards. "I figure it's my birthday gift to myself."
"I didn't know it was your birthday." I turned to face him.
"Sixty-five last week." He smiled at me, handing the cans of vegetables over the table, "That cabinet right there, dear." He continued his explanation, "I'm all alone here, no kids, and I really don't care to spend any more time than I have to going to the grocery or vacuuming the living room. I figure I owe it to myself as a reward for finally retiring and I have the money so..."
I stacked the cans in the cabinet and carefully considered what I was about to say.
"Um, would you consider hiring me?" I asked shyly, still picturing his hand working furiously in the recliner.
"You'd be interested in that kind of work?" He asked, surprised by my interest in cleaning and shopping for him.
"Sure," I shrugged facing him, "I'm not leaving for school until next fall, and I've been looking for a job since the Express closed." I'd opted to take a year off from school after graduating the previous May, and the retail store I had been working at closed the month before.
"You're hired." He laughed gently, "When can you start?"
"I can start today, if you'd like." I beamed at him, and eyed the dirty dishes in the sink.
"No, no." He said, "Enjoy today and come back tomorrow morning at 10. You and I will work out a schedule and discuss the pay." He reached out for a hand shake.
"Thanks, Mr. Jenkins, you won't regret it." I smiled at him.
I skipped home and told my mother that Mr. Jenkins was no longer looking for someone to help him out. She seemed pleased, but baffled.
"Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, judging from your room, have you ever even used a vacuum?" She was half teasing.
"This is different, he's going to pay me." I laughed and made a mental note to clean up my room, just to be nice.
