Hello Reader. This is the story of the final meeting between Rebecca & Mr Johnston. It's great on it's own, but if you want to know the how, when & why of this older man & sexy Rebecca...you might like to read my 2 previous submissions. Enjoy, and please, vote & leave some feedback....pinkdasie would greatly appreciate you doing so.
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After a long Saturday morning sleep in, I am awoken by the sounds of a lawn mower. I climb out of bed and go to the window to find Dad's gardener, Stan, mowing the lawn. So much for a quiet and peaceful weekend.
It's Saturday morning, Mr Johnson is coming out to take me to dinner tonight. Hmmm, what should I wear? I move to my wardrobe and start flipping through some dresses. I pick out a floral dress which has a low V neckline, crosses over and simply ties at the back. Yes, I think I'll wear this one, it's a very sexy dress.
Oh, look at the time. I have to be at the beautician in 30 minutes. I jump into the shower, lathering up body. I shave under my arms, all the way up my legs and over my pussy, leaving my little sweetie smooth as smooth can be.
Two hours later, I'm ready for my date with Mr Johnson. I've had a facial, a manicure and a pedicure. I drive home to find Stan just finishing up around the top of the driveway.
"Hello Rebecca, long time no see," he says and leans over to give me a kiss on the cheek.
"Hi Stan, I know it has been. How are you doing?" I ask.
"I'm doing great and you look terrific Rebecca. I'll be finished up here in about 20 minutes or so. I'll close the gates when I leave," he says.
"Thanks Stan cause I'll be out by the pool. The gardens look beautiful, take care of yourself, bye," and I continue driving down to the house.
I slip into my new white mesh G string, string bikini. Wow, as I admire myself in the mirror, it looks great. My nipples and slit are visible through the mesh. Giggling, I'm thinking lucky I'm home alone.
I flick on the CD player and Van Morrison starts singing. I make a sandwich to eat by the pool and just then, the doorbell rings. Who can that be I think to myself, it's only 2pm, too early for Mr Johnson.
I hide behind the door as I open it slightly. It's Mr Johnson.
"Hello Rebecca," he says.
"Mr Johnson, you're early for dinner," I say, smiling.
"I did have something on today Rebecca but it fell through so I thought I'd drive out here a little earlier and knowing that you are here alone, well, I thought that you wouldn't mind," he says with a pleading look for it to be ok in his eyes.
"I don't mind at all," I say "it's just that I umm, I just need to grab something, I'm not dressed for visitors, hang on a sec."
He puts his hand to the door, "Rebecca, you don't have to do that. Anything you're wearing," he says as he smiles, "or not wearing is ok with me. Come on, let me in Bec."
I stand there thinking for a second, then I open the door all the way. "Come in Mr Johnson, welcome to my home".
He steps into the foyer and I close the door behind him. He lets out a low wolf whistle.
"Well look at you," he says. "You look good enough to eat honey." I'm smiling and giggling as I take his hand and reach up and kiss him gently on the lips.
"Funny you should mention eating, I was just about to eat a sandwich, care to join me?" I ask him. But, he hasn't taken his eyes off me.
"Rebecca you look sensational! Turn around for me." And he holds my hand up and slowly spins me around getting a good look at the G string bikini. "That has to be the best bikini I've ever seen." He draws me to him and kisses me deeply on the lips as his hands slide down onto my butt cheeks. I break our kiss and lead him to the kitchen.
"I'll just make you a sandwich like mine," I say as I turn to the fridge and grab what I need. He whistles again. "Bec, Bec, Bec. You look so hot baby," he says and I feel him move up behind me as I begin to make the sandwich at the bench. He begins kissing my neck and puts his hands on my hips.
"Mr Johnson, how am I supposed to make your sandwich while you do that?" I say smiling.
"Forget the sandwich Bec. All I want to eat is you." He turns me around and lifts me up and sits me on the bench top. His lips kissing mine as he unties my bikini top and moves down to my breasts, licking them with his hot wet tongue. He takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking on it, flicking it with his tongue. I begin moaning, my nipples have always been so very sensitive. I could cum just from him sucking my nipples like that.
"Mr Johnson, if you keep that up I'm going to cum sir," I whisper softly.
"Cum Bec, cum baby, cum for me" he softly says with my left nipple in his mouth and my right nipple being pinched between his fingers.
"Oh, Mr Johnson, oooooo, suck my nipple," I whisper, my fingers in his hair "yessssss, yessssssss, mmmmmmm, yes, oh God, ooooooo honey yesssssssss" as I cum while sitting on the bench.
He frees my nipple from his mouth and kisses my breast as I catch my breath. His tongue sliding along my neck till our lips meet again.
"Rebecca, I love hearing you cum for me honey," he says. "You sounded so sexy on the phone last night, I just couldn't wait to get out here today." He reaches out and ties my bikini top back up over my hard nipples and his finger trails down to my bikini pants. His index finger grazes back and forth along my slit which is visible through the mesh of the bikini bottoms.
"Mmmm, I'll save this delectable spot for later," he moans in a husky voice and he helps me down off the bench top, holding me too him and kissing me deeply again. I can feel his rock hard cock pressing against me and I reach down to touch it.
He catches my hand, "No, no, don't touch him for now Bec, he wants to wait for while and then enjoy you" he says. I kiss him again.
"Ok, Mr Johnson, let me make you that sandwich and we'll go out and sit by the pool. Did you bring your cossie with you?" I ask him.
"I think it's time you stopped calling me Mr Johnson all the time Rebecca. I want you to call me Malcolm. And yes, I think I've packed a pair of Speedos in my overnight bag."
"Malcolm, Speedos huh, I just love a man in Speedos," as I kiss his lips again. "Go slip them on while I make your sandwich."
He comes back to the kitchen with his cock sitting so perfectly in those Speedos that my mouth starts watering. He's not a slim guy, but damn he looks good in those Speedos. We go out and sit by the pool, eating and chatting as he asks me about my new job. I tell him that I'll be working for a large construction company as a receptionist and that I begin my new job on Wednesday. He says he's sorry I didn't take the job at his company, but understands and wishes me all the luck in my new job venture.
He tells me his wife went to visit her sister for a few days and that he's so happy that I agreed to have dinner with him. I tell him I'm so glad she did, as I lean over and kiss him, and that I'm so happy he asked me to dinner and that I've often thought of what transpired between us and it just brings a huge smile to my face each time, not to mention the wet patch it causes between my legs.
"You know Malcolm, it's always been fantasy of mine to go for a job interview and have it turn out as it did with you. And, don't take this the wrong way," I say, reaching out and taking his hand, "but I always wondered what it would be like with an older man for a lover."
He laughs a little and says, "Rebecca, I'm old enough to be your dad. I'm almost 50 years old, but I've always dreamed of a very similar fantasy to yours, the job interview thing and being with a much younger, beautiful, sassy and sexy woman. And you my dear, at 24, are all those things."
"Well, you know what Malcolm," I say smiling at him, "we have this time together, alone, lets totally indulge ourselves with each other for a weekend that will make memories that will last us a lifetime. What do you say?" I ask.
"Bec," he says gazing into my eyes, "I'll never forget you and that sounds terrific. How about a swim?" and he leans forward and kisses me gently.
"I'd love to," I'm saying as the phone rings. "Go ahead, I'll just get the phone."
The phone call turns out to be Stan telling me that he's left and locked the front gates and that he hopes that it was ok that he let that man drive down to the house to see me.
"It was fine Stan," I say, "everything is ok. Thanks for calling to check on me. Have a good weekend Stan."
I go back out and sit at the edge of the pool with my legs, parted and dangling into the pool so that Malcolm can enjoy the view, while I watch him do laps back and forth. He gets to the other end of the pool and stops.