Gina

It was Father's Day the first time I that I had seen Gina. She had been my eldest son's latest squeeze. Gina was breathtakingly beautiful, had a great body, utterly charming with an infectious smile and had a great personality to complete the package. I don't ever remember meeting a woman who looked as attractive as Gina who was not stuck up or had some other personality quirk.

Gina had driven Karl, my son, to my house that day as he had lost his driving privileges. She explained that she had a few things to do and would return to pick up Karl a little later on that day. I saw her to the door while Karl got a few beer from the fridge. She gave me a warm hug and to my surprise she planted a big kiss right on my lips. She wished me Happy Father's Day as she walked out the door. I could feel my groin stir as I watched her walk down the drive to her car. She was wearing tight white shorts that displayed her tight behind which had a natural wiggle that left my mouth dry. I shook my head and dismissed the thought as I closed the door.

Karl, who was 28, still lived with his mother {my first wife from a long time ago} in the town next to the town where I now lived. He was just a young child when we had split up, but we had kept in contact and grew to become good friends over the years. Before to long the conversation got around to Gina.

"So, looks like you found the one," I said to Karl.

"What do you mean?" he replied.

"Well, Gina of course." He could be quite daft at times.

"Gina? Nah, she's just a girl I know that is chauffeuring me around."

"Karl she is one piece of work. They don't make 'em much nicer than that. She looks like she would make you a great little wife," I said.

All of a sudden Karl's mood changed as he screamed out.

"Don't you start! First Mum and now you. I'm happy just the way things are. Besides, I'm never getting married" he said in a huff. "And definitely not to Gina. No way!"

"Ok, OK!" I said not wanting to upset the applecart. "Enough said about that."

We took our beers out onto the deck. Karl took something from his pocket. It was a cigarette which he lit.

"Since when did you start smoking?" I asked.

"It's not tobacco, it's weed," he said as he passed it to me.

I hadn't smoked pot since my highschool days some 25 years ago. I thought that it wouldn't hurt so I took it from him with a bit of hesitation. I took a drag which at first went down pretty smooth, then I choked and coughed.

"Good stuff, eh Pops?" Karl said with a big laugh.

"I don't remember choking on it like that when I was younger" I replied passing the joint back to my son.

"It's much better now-a-days Dad. They say that it's as much as twenty times stronger than when you were young."

We finished the joint and our beers. Gina still hadn't returned and Karl had to get home so I drove him. He said he would call Gina on the cell and let her know when he got in. He gave me a big hug and reached into his pocket and took out a small bag of grass. "Here, have a real good Father's Day," he said and shoved it into my hand with a couple of rolling papers and quickly got out of

the car before I could refuse.

His mother came to the door so I quickly waved and left.

I arrived home in one piece. The pot mixed with the beer was having quite the effect on this old guy so I counted my blessings and went into the house. I took out another beer and sat in my favorite chair. I noticed that I had something in my pocket and upon examination, I found the bag of weed. 'Oh well' I thought, 'It's Father's Day' so I rolled an odd looking joint . I lit it up and this time I was cautious as to how much I sucked in. I hardly coughed at all, but I found it hard not giggling. I sat there for the longest time just staring. The doorbell rang and brought me down to earth. I could smell the odor left from the pot as I went to the door. 'Great', I thought

as I opened it.

"Hi Dad, came to pick up Karl." It was Gina. I guess Karl had not been successful in getting her on the cell.

"Gina, how lovely to see you again," I said. "Karl couldn't wait so I drove him home. He said he was going to call you on the cell,"

She was looking me straight in the eyes and started to laugh. "What have you been doing," she said and started to laugh again.

"You've been tokeing, haven't you? Look at those eyes. There's no doubt about it Dad, your stoned, aren't you?" I could see her lift her nose and inhale the scent coming from inside my house.

I had no recourse other than to admit that I had done the bad thing. "You've caught me red handed, Ma'me," I said as I thrust my arms out so she could cuff me.

"You mean red eyed," she said with a smile. "Do you have any more?"

"You mean you smoke this stuff," I said quite surprised.

"Only on special occasions and Father's Day is a very special occasion,

isn't it?" she said as she came in.

I offered Gina a seat and rolled another joint, which looked a little more round than the one I had rolled previously. I got a glass of white wine for Gina and another cold beer for myself. We smoked the joint and talked about silly things. We laughed and occasionally she would touch me as she laughed. On the arm, on the chest and once she poked me in the gut. She said she was surprised how firm my stomach was. I couldn't take my eyes of this pretty young thing. I wished, at that time, that I was twenty years younger and maybe I would have a slim chance with this goddess.

I looked at the clock and noticed it was after six. Gina had been here for over four hours. I wasn't complaining by any means.

"Gina, it's after six. Do you have any plans for dinner?" I inquired.

"No" she said. "Karl had to go to the city tonight and gave me the night off."

"Can I cook dinner for you, Gina," I asked rather sheepishly.

"I've got a better idea," she said with a smile. "We'll order takeout and then we can continue our party."

"Sounds good to me," I said as I phoned the Chinese restaurant. "What do you like?"

"You choose, Dad," she said in a rather sexy tone.

"Gina," I asked, "Wouldn't you rather be spending Father's Day with your Dad?"

"Never knew him," she said. "Left before I was born and never came back."

"Oh, sorry to hear that," I said.

"Oh, don't be. Really. I'm just fine. It's his loss," she said. "Besides, I have you, don't I?" Again she touched my shoulder.

I reached over and took Gina into my arms and gave her a fatherly hug. She hugged back, but this time I could feel her pushing her body against mine and it was starting to have an effect on me. I looked down into Gina's smiling eyes and was just about to give her a kiss when the doorbell rang. It was the food that we had ordered. I went to the door and paid the delivery man. When I returned to the livingroom Gina was gone. 'Great,' I thought. 'Now you've scared her away.' I heard the toilet flush and Gina returned to the livingroom. I couldn't believe it. She had removed her white shorts and blouse. All that she had on were a small pair of thong panties and a cute white lace demi-bra. God, she looked better than what I could have imagined. She smiled and took the food from my hand and went into the kitchen. I, of course, followed.

I watched Gina as she got two plates and served out the food. The sight of this young woman was getting too much for me to handle. I could feel my cock starting to harden. It had been a while since I have been with a member of the opposite sex and a few decades since I have been with one so young. She brought the food to the table and sat down across from me. As she crossed her legs I spotted a wet spot on the crotch of her thong. I couldn't hide my erection any longer as it hardened down my pant leg, making it pull away from my leg. I knew I couldn't stand up without an adjustment. I looked up at Gina and her eyes were fixed on the swollen lump in my pants. As if in a trance, she reached over and started to rub my cock through my trousers. She looked into my eyes and smiled.

"Looks as if you are ready for dessert," she purred. "At least, I hope that you even want dessert," she questioned.

"Oh yes, my love," I managed to get out. I was as ready as I ever could be. And did I want it? Damn right I did!

Gina undid my pants and took out my throbbing member. I don't think it has ever been so stiff. Her hands were so gentle as she examined my manhood. Softly, she stroked my balls as her grip tightened on my shaft. As she squeezed the end a bit of pre-cum came oozing out. She took her finger and scooped it up and placed it upon her tongue, licking her finger clean.

"You taste as good as you look. I have never seen a such a large cock," she said. "The head is so large."

I reached over and gave Gina a deep kiss which she accepted. I started to caress her tight body. I cupped her breast and gently squeezed her hardened nipple. She let out the most delightful sigh. I continued my assault on her breast with one hand and the other I let fall into her lap. She opened her legs giving me full access to her pussy. I pulled the crotch of her thong to one side. By now she was very wet, almost to the point, I thought, that she peed herself. My fingers slipped into her. First one; then two; then by the time I had three into her wet pussy she started to meet my thrusts. She started biting me on the neck as she continued to jerk me off. I think that she sensed that I was about to come for she stopped wanking me. She came over and without a word she climbed on top of my lap. She slowly lowered herself onto my throbbing cock. She gasped as I made my entrance. She was very wet but still very tight. 'Oh God', how good she felt as she continued to raise and lower herself, a little deeper each time. All of a sudden she stiffened and cried out. She started to buck. I erupted as she came. She kept on riding me. 'I was in heaven' I thought as she brought herself to another orgasm. I held her close as she trembled, still deep within her. She snuggled her face into my neck and kissed my neck. We remained that way for about twenty minutes. Not saying a word, Gina got up and went into the shower.

When Gina came out she had tears in her eyes. She apologized for what had happened.

"Gina," I said taking her in my arms. "You have nothing to apologize for. I quite enjoyed what happened and I think that you did too."

"Oh, YES!" she exclaimed. "But I feel guilty for taking advantage of you."

"You have nothing to feel guilty about. It is I who should feel guilty," I said.

"Well, I won't feel guilty if you don't feel guilty. Agreed?" she said.

"Agreed!" I assured her.

Well Karl got his driving privilege re-instated and doesn't see Gina any longer. I could never understand that boy's taste in women. I continue to see Gina on occasion and I know for sure that she will be over on Father's Day next year!