We inherited some money and decided to use some of it to pay off our mortgage. We went and saw the financial manager and filled out all the termination papers. We also met the new bank manager as he was circulating around meeting the clients that use the bank. It was at the day's end and he invited us for a drink at the local marine pub.
We took him up on it. His name was Elliot and was a handsome well kept man. He was easy to talk with and I could tell that he was piquing Dee's interest. She was flashing tell-tale signals and becoming quite animated in her talk
He said upper management like himself were often transferred around every two years or so and he had just come from a slightly smaller town in the interior. He said he had joined a couple of service clubs in town to meet people. He mentioned that he golfed and was an avid cyclist. I told him he was a brave man and was taking his life in his hands if he rode a bike on this island. It had a lot of hilly, twisty narrow roads and with motorists that liked to drive fast and tended to wander over the lines. "Thanks for the tip," he replied.
He mentioned that he was just divorced and asked us how people kept busy and had fun here. "Basketry, yoga, swimming and community volunteering keep me active," said Dee. I added, "Fishing, hiking, reading and baseball work for me." "Hmmmm, not a lot in common with me then," he said. I looked at him, smiled and said, "I'm sure that we can find some common ground somewhere."
We told him where we lived and invited him to drop in if he was by our way on his bike. He thought he'd take a nice long ride to see more of the island and with tomorrow being a Saturday he would love to stop by. "Make it for lunch in that case," I offered. "Sure thing then," he said.
"That was slick," Dee let me know in the car on the ride home. "You sure were doing your best to get into his pants. Getting him to come by was the least I could do to repay all your hard work," I replied.
Sure enough Elliot showed up at the house about noonish the next day. It was a very warm day just at the start of summer. "You weren't kidding about the hills -- or the drivers," he said shaking his head. "Better you than me," I laughed. "I sure worked up a sweat," he said. " Come on in and towel off," I offered.
He was dressed in the standard bike riders gear, all lightweight poly, with a very colorful almost florescent top and tight black shorts that showed off his curves and bulges to good advantage. "They can't miss you dressed in those colors," I noted. "It's all about staying alive out there," he said.
We walked into the house. Dee was in the kitchen wearing a colorful button front floral print summer dress with a low scoop top. She welcomed him with a hug. I told him where the bathroom was and winked at Dee, "Showtime," I whispered and she grinned.
Elliot had washed and cleaned up and came to join us on the patio. I noticed that he had a much larger bulge in his crotch, and so did Dee. I poured him a beer and he helped himself to an open faced sandwich.
"Nice and quiet out here," he commented.
"Yes," I responded, "twelve acres of totally private land with a little bit of everything on it."
"I guess you can run around naked if you want to," he said.
"We often do," I replied, " and so do our friends. There is no need to wear clothes if you don't need to."
"Hmmmm, I like that thought," Elliot replied.
"No need to be shy," added Dee, She stood up and unbuttoned her dress slowly and let it fall to the patio. She was wearing nothing underneath. Elliot took a good long hard look at her full and mature body with her sweet saggy breasts, wide hips, shaved and glistening cunt and thick dimpled thighs. He didn't need any more encouragement than that. He was out of his top and shorts in no time flat. I was right behind him as well.
We both gazed in amazement at his now semi erect cock. He was definitely a grower and he was a smoothie too with no body hair anywhere. He took his ever enlarging cock in his hand and tugged it full out. He was at least a full eight plus inches long and well over six inches around, if not more. He had a big smile on his face. He knew well the effect of seeing his cock freed and erect had on people and we were no exception.
He looked at me and said, "By the way, I'm bi too. I have a feeling that you are too."
"That is so true and it is so much better," I responded. "A cock that size has quite the wow factor as I'm sure you know."
