It was certainly an amazing experience. All I was doing was going out on the south jetty to try and catch a fish, then I ran into two beautiful young women.
Somehow they ended up at my house, and that night they just climbed into my bed.
Things like that just do not happen to 66 year old coots like me.
Hell, that never happened to me even when I was a young buck. Sure, I got my share of nookie but usually only after a bunch of dates and some serious effort. Just one time in my entire life did I end up in bed with two women at once, that was just a case of getting drunk with a girlfriend of mine and her on the chunky side sister.
When I woke up the next morning it hit me that the sister was a LOT on the big side, odd how she looked a lot better the night before when she was giggling and flashing those giant breasts at me.
Then my girlfriend at the time got all snotty because her sister kept trying for a repeat, needless to say it wasn't long before I was nookieless again.
Of course at that stage of my life I probably would have stuck my dick in a baked potato if it had butter on it, even sober. But then I found a wife and I stayed true to her right up until the time the good lord took her.
The idea of ending up in the sack with even one close to perfect body is rare, getting two of them at once is unheard of.
It did irritate me when the two new young ones I stumbled onto swiped my truck, some of my cash and a few other odds and ends.
But I had so danged much fun with them I would have just let them if they asked. Just think about what you would do, two sweet young things without a bump or blemish on either one of them?
I know there were almost no flaws, I poked around in every nook and crannie on both of them that I could think of. Sure, it was pitch black in my bedroom, so I couldn't really see them but I sure could feel them.
I did my very best to take advantage of the situation, surprising even myself. Let's just say that 66 year old peckers don't often respond like they do at 20, just a fact of life.
But hell, for about an hour there I could have put most porn stars to shame.
Dang right they could borrow my truck, have some cash, food? No prob at all, please drop by on the way back through and get some more?
Besides, I got my truck back anyway, so no real harm done. Then I had myself a lot of fun sessions thinking about that night. Three times? Man, that was something else.
It was about a month or so later, I was headed down to the local watering hole to waste some of my Social Security check in the video poker machines. I had spent a couple of weeks checking out every young female I saw, hoping I guess that they would show up?
No such luck, finally I went back to being a crusty old 66 year old, just happy waking up each day, looking for something to do.
I was moving slowly in the left turn lane, turn signal going, waiting for a hole to open up so I could pull into the parking lot. Summertime traffic in the coastal town I lived near was getting to be a real pain in the ass. My old truck can be a struggle to get into motion since the tires are so big, I was trying to time it so there was a hole I could slip through to cross the oncoming traffic.
I saw a young woman walking down the street from the Thriftway, she was eating a Corn Dog. She had on white shorts and a halter top, and her boobs were making a pretty good bounce. In her other hand she had a small white sack. I managed to hit the brakes just in time to keep from mashing some little old lady's Toyota, then I looked over at the girl again.
It took me a second or two to realize that it was Sandy. I had to wait a few more seconds as she walked by the entrance to the lot I wanted to park in. I pulled in and leaned out the window.
"Hey! Sandy!" I called out. She looked back at me, recognized me. Her eyes widened and she took off running, I suppose I could have taken off after her but at my age there was fat chance of catching her.
She went around the corner and down the next alleyway, I knew that was a parking lot for the row of stores in the next block.
I just parked and walked around the corner into the lot. There stood Julie, in front of a ratty old Datsun with the hood up. She had a corn dog in one hand and the white sack in the other. They both looked at me, scared.
"Hey, mister, we are sorry." Julie said. Her eyes darted back and forth, looking for an escape route but I was smack dab in the middle of the only way out.
"Sorry for what?" I asked, giving them a smile. Sandy looked like she was about ready to break and run, Julie now seemed like she was going to stand her ground but she looked tense.
"Taking your stuff. We had to, we needed it."
"Hell, it was worth it, all you had to do was ask." I laughed.
"Really? You aren't mad?"
"No. Besides, I got my truck back. What's up with your car?"
Julie visibly relaxed, Sandy was still looking at me warily.
"It won't run, it was getting noisy, then it started smoking and stopped. We got it running enough to get it back here but now it just won't start at all."
I could see that the engine was still extremely hot and I could smell burnt oil.
"Let me take a look." I reached in and pulled the dipstick, nothing.
"Afraid she is done. Where did you get it?" I asked.
They both looked at each other, then they blushed.
"Oh." I laughed at that, I had a pretty good idea how they got it.
"So where are you headed?" I asked her.
"We are going back home to Seattle, but now I guess we have to walk."
"Where will you stay tonight?"
Yea, I know. It flashed into my mind that maybe they might want to spend the night with me again.
