I climbed out of the car and looked at the reflection in the windshield of a tall man with a grey beard holding a grocery bag of garden tomatoes. And then I paused and looked next door at the two-car garage where just over two years ago I had met a brown-eyed women named Susan at a garage sale. That afternoon, we made love just once, before she flew to the Philippines. The next day, Carol, her neighbor invited me in for coffee and explained that I had been selected, at the garage sale, to be Susan's final fling before going off to a mission school. Carol and I spent the afternoon together, then most of the night, and we have been close friends and lovers ever since.
I quietly slipped through the gate into a secluded back yard, walked softly past the lounge chair on the deck and opened the back door to Carol's house. I am a lawyer who just turned 60, and Carol is still in her mid 40's, happy in her job as a Nursing Supervisor. My wife left me years ago, and my children are grown. Her teenage children live with their father in London. We spend three or four nights a week in each other's bed, although sometimes it is just cuddling. But we are either too stubborn or maybe too scared to consider moving in together, let alone getting married.
Carol was standing at the Kitchen Island with her back to me. So I quietly set the bag down put my arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck. She purred when I kissed her, but let out a loud yelp when I playfully patted her butt. All she was wearing was one of my old white shirts, over small but perky bare breasts and lifting the shirttail revealed that her naked cheeks were so burned that the red color of her twin heart tattoo had all but disappeared.
"Oh oh, looks like someone fell asleep in the sun again"
Carol turned around and with a pout on her face said " I bought a new swimsuit that was smaller then the old one, and I was trying to erase the old tan lines."
I took another look at her two small but shapely globes, and finally seeing a thin white line across her back, said " maybe a thong, but hardly a suit."
She gave me a quick kiss on the lips and said " well I bought it for you, and now you can do something for me."
Carol handed me a small bowl of white goop. When she saw my sour expression, she explained that it was a mixture of zinc oxide and vinegar that will sooth the pain and restore the Ph balance of the raw skin. She added a little wintergreen to improve the smell.
Carol smiled and pointed at the middle cushion of the couch and said, " Now would you please stop being so judgmental. Just sit down, and gently rub this stuff on my butt." Complaining about the heat, she took off the shirt, and lay across my lap.
It is almost impossible to fondle the hot butt of a naked woman and maintain the professional demure of a health care provider. But I tried, starting at the high point of each cheek, and slowly spreading the white stuff down the sides and then the length of her legs. Carol started to purr while I slowly and gently rubbed the red skin.
When Carol spread her legs apart so that I could cover the inside of her thighs, the compassion in my heart started to lose ground to more basic desires. The tips of my fingers slipped between her cheeks and brushed against the tender area between the lips of her vulva and her brown eye. She propped herself up on the elbows and looked over her shoulder at me. I continued moving them down until they rested just slightly within the lips. Despite that scowl on her face and shaking of the head, there was no doubt that my fingertips were wet, and her purring was getting louder.
I was starting to get a little uncomfortable and when she complained that something was poking her tummy, I exclaimed "Oh", while trying to keep the smirk off my face," Do you think that you are the only one that is getting excited by this medical procedure."
She laid her head back down on the cushion and sighed as she said " yes, I remember your stories about playing doctor. OK, when you are done and if you do a good job, I'll try to take care of that unprofessional bulge in your lap."
I gently pushed the tips of my two middle fingers in between her lips, just past the first knuckles. Then I pulled them out until I could see the fingernails. Carol's breathing started to get louder and kept pace as I pushed and then pulled back. The outer lips of the vulva started to swell, and the lubricant started to flow. Finally, after Carol started to pant, I pushed the two fingers all the way in and with my thumb, I gently caressed her brown eye. Carol got up on one elbow, looked over her shoulder at me. And let out a loud fart!
OK, in the past, we have enjoyed anal sex together on a few memorable occasions, but I did not need to be told that this was not going to be one of them.
When I rotated my hand so that it was palm down, she smiled and laid her head back down on the cushion. When I started gently drumming my fingertips in that warm and slowly expanding pleasure cave, Carol clenched her legs together and groaned, followed by a plea.
"Please Bob, have mercy. That is my poor bulging bladder you are shaking, and if you don't want to get really wet, you had better stop."
