Part One
Kimberly found herself sitting across from a Mr. Kessler. Mr. Kessler was a local bookstore owner and was interviewing her for a position as a sales associate. He seemed like a nice enough man, and she was tired of being dependent of her parents for money. At 22, it was time she started bringing in her own money, something that would help cover her bills and help her buy the car she so desperately needed.
"Well, Kimberly, your job application is most interesting and impressive. I think we could make room for you here. How does that sound?"
Kimberly grinned enthusiastically. "That sounds great, Mr. Kessler, thank you!"
"Don't mention it. I'm sure you will bring plenty of assets to our little place here."
They shook hands and it was agreed she would report for her first day tomorrow at 9 a.m. True, she was aiming to work in education when the fall season arrived, but this was summertime and she really needed a summer job. She left Mr. Kessler's office that day with a bounce in her step, happy that the interview had gone so successfully and that she would be earning her own money from now on.
She had been seeing quite a bit of her much older lover, Joe, in the past two weeks and it seemed they couldn't get enough of each other. More than three times her age at age 68, he was as horny as he was sweet and endearing. She couldn't wait to tell him of the good news.
She waited for the bus and hopped on when it arrived. Very few people were on board today and that was quite alright with her; she preferred not to mess with crowds. Leafing through a fashion magazine, she waited for the bus to stop near her neighborhood. Though it was a hot June day, she was appropriately dressed for the interview: conservative slacks and a tame blouse. She had just the right touches of make-up and the sides of her long red hair were pulled back behind her face.
After about forty-five minutes, the bus screeched to a halt at its normal stop about a block from her house. The lurch forward threw her body a bit, but she was as sturdy as she was small, and welcomed the challenge after her success with the job interview. Stepping off the bus, she slung her purse over her shoulder and walked home. It was a beautiful day out, not a hint of a cloud or rain in the sky, and she came home to find that her parents were gone (much to her delight!)
She changed out of her conservative outfit and crawled into something sexier: those short shorts that Joe was such a fan of and a midriff-baring top. Taking the clip out of her hair and shaking her tresses loose, she went next door to Joe's house. He opened the door and smiled when he saw her beaming face.
"I take it you got the position!" he said, allowing her room to walk into the house. He quietly shut the door behind her. Oh, this air-conditioned house felt wonderful. And being near Joe felt wonderful, too.
"I did! I got it!" she exclaimed.
"I knew you'd get it," he said confidently. "I have a present for you."
"Oh, I've had
that
present," she said, grinning playfully.
He chuckled. "I know. And you loved every minute of it. But I'm talking about something else. Follow me." She followed him up the stairs to his bedroom that she knew so well by this time. Sitting on the bed patiently, she eyed him while he searched around in his dresser drawer for something. "Ah, here it is. I wanted to hide it from you in case you went snooping." He sat next to her on the bed and handed her a jewelry box.
Smiling mischievously, she opened the box. It was a beautiful necklace with a small diamond heart at the end of it. "Oh my!" she was breathless. She took it out of the box and handled it, gazing at it gently, almost afraid to wreck the delicate aura that it projected. "Joe, help me put it on, will you?"
She went over to the mirror with the piece of jewelry. He stood behind her and, with his big, clumsy fingers, help her clasp the latch in the back.
"You look beautiful, baby," he said to her.
They eyed one another in the mirror. She fingered the diamond and they smiled at one another suggestively. His hand wrapped around her and started to caress her bared, tight tummy. She turned around and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him. He couldn't get enough of her kisses. Where she learned to do such naughty things at such a young age, he couldn't guess. Nor did he need to know.
He gently took her hand and led her to the bed. He sat down on the edge of it and she agreed most eagerly when he began to slowly undress her. The older man slipped off her top, exposing her round, full tits that seemed to stand on their own, the pretty necklace dangling in her cleavage. Her breasts were so firm, so young, so suggestive that he couldn't stop himself when he reached out to touch them.
Not paying him any mind and quite used to his caresses and wandering hands, she slipped off her shorts and panties, standing naked before him. Her sweet, hairless pussy was almost eye level with him, and its moist desire glistened with the sunbeams filtering in through the curtains. He knew what he had to do. He knew what he
wanted
to do.
He got up from his seat and quietly laid her back on the bed, separating her smooth thighs. She was a petite woman, about 5'3", with a body that just wouldn't stop teasing him. He spread her legs further still and began to touch her pussy, caressing it in all its softness and femininity. The young lady was so wet for him that she began to squirm under his touch. Her young body wiggled, the delicate jewelry displayed on her breast. She absolutely loved it when he ate her out.
She was so wet and heavenly. Joe could feel his big dick getting even bigger as he breathed in her aroma. Gently slipping a finger inside her, she sighed in ecstasy and spread her legs further. He kissed her clit, teasing her hard little button and withdrew his finger all together, now petting the exposed pussy. The young lady purred for him like a sex kitten, responding to his touches and kisses. She was so sensitive to touch that it was no wonder she was so orgasmic when she was with him.
He licked at her pussy, teasing her clit and slipped a finger inside her again. Oh God, she was so sweet, so young. He knew she'd do anything for him. And this little bundle of desire was all his. He slipped in a second finger, filling up her tightness with his index and middle finger. As her body opened up more, he started to finger fuck her. It was at first slow and meticulous, then faster and faster.
She normally had a routine of sitting up on her elbows as he ate her out, but this time her little body was such in a state that she didn't have the energy to do anything but cum. Joe nuzzled his face into her tight little snatch, masturbating her, looking up at her face. Her eyes were not looking into his; her head moved from side to side, eager little sighs escaping from her lips. Her small hands looked even smaller as she molested her giant tits. Her nipples were hard, and she fondled them most gladly.
With much urgency and frenzy, the young lady bucked her hips more and more, humping his mouth. He greedily lapped up her juices, hoping to swallow each morsel of desire, not wanting to miss a drop. She froze for a moment and he knew she was about to cum. A moment of standstill gave way to a flood of juices into his waiting mouth. He wanted to devour every bead of sweat, every drop of cum, everything about her he desired and did not want to miss out on. Her release was intense.
She grabbed his hands and most forcefully guided him onto the bed with her. She was spent and exhausted and most grateful for his unselfish and passionate lovemaking. They cuddled together, giggling in each other's arms, playfully talking dirty, and teasing one another about their fetishes and kinks.
Part Two
It was about three days later when Kimberly was home alone doing the laundry. Fun, fun, fun! She thought about things. It wasn't long ago that she found out that her mother, Pauline, had been having extramarital affairs. She had been away from home more and more these days, and while the two women had never been particularly close, her absence devastated her father, Bobby, knowing that she was most likely out screwing other men. Kimberly knew that it was the fact that almost nothing was known to him that haunted him the most.
Bobby was very much the loner type and had loved his wife dearly. Kimberly knew he still did. It was her affairs that furthered his isolation, and on this day, as Bobby was out at work and Pauline was off doing her thing, the responsible daughter took care of the house. That day she had vacuumed, did the dishes, and was now finishing up the towels, folding them neatly and then storing them in the hallway closet.