This story is a fantasy featuring mostly heterosexual female on male sexual encounters, mostly older participants. Any similarities to real persons is unintentional. All characters are of age and consenting. This is a long read, not a quickie. Slow build to, hopefully, a good payoff. Reflects the author's preferences and proclivities. Not for everyone. Enjoy. If not, thanks for giving me a try; there are many other great stories and authors to enjoy here. Might be good to read the previous two: Samantha from my past -- the bike, and the boat.
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After dropping Samantha off at dock in front of her lake front resort, I motored back to the marina a few miles away, which was quiet. It sometimes was around the dinner hour. I tied off the boat at the marina dock, then went and retrieved my truck and trailer. Backed it down the empty ramp, and got my boat onto the trailer. Pulled it out and parked, idling, while I reattached the trailer straps. I drove up to the nearby gas station and filled the boat and truck up. Then drove home and backed the boat into its parking spot.
My loins were buzzing as I unlocked the house and went to change into my swim trunks. I had had two powerful sexual encounters in three days with this sixty-something vixen -- Samantha - and my body wasn't used to it. I could feel an ache behind my balls. My prostate was out of practise, I guess.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at myself. Sparse gray hair on my chest. Good tan. Small belly over my swimming shorts. I was wearing my speedo trunks that I used when I was swimming laps. My genitals were crammed into it. I never wore this around the neighbors. Stuck to loose comfy and generous board shorts. I wondered if Samantha would like me in them. My organs bulging and shiny. I went out to the pool deck. Blue water sparkling.
After a forty minute swim, doing slow laps in the long pool, I rested, drying off on a lounge chair, lying in the last rays of the sun before it went behind the hill above the house. Sunset was still several hours away, but the pool deck would soon be in shade.
My phone was lying under my shirt on the lounge chair beside me. I heard it buzz.
It was a text message. Unknown number. I still hadn't put Samantha into my phone.
Just a picture: A green spandex speedo bathing suit hanging on a clothes hanger from a shower curtain rail. I zoomed in. There was a big wet stain between the small stretched bumps where the breasts would be. My cum where she'd laid her chest on my sticky cock and balls.
Then suddenly another picture came in. Same suit on the same hanger: This time the stain was gone.
"voila"
Smiley face.
"nothing like a bit of soap and light elbow grease."
Then, a third picture. I didn't recognize it so zoomed in again. Pink flesh and fingers. Wow. Her spread pussy. She was sitting on a towel which looked to be draped over a closed toilet seat. Her legs spread, knees wide apart. Tanned flesh. A few wrinkles where her thighs met the towel. A selfie of her crotch. One hand was obviously holding her phone. The other, with her index and middle fingers spreading her labia far apart. Lots of bright pink. Tiny little dark target.
"one day big guy"
Smiley face. Peach emoji. Eggplant emoji.
I couldn't help but laugh out loud. She was still thinking of me. Was her boyfriend out in the bedroom? Unaware of the pictures his senior girlfriend was sending me?
"off to dinner soon"
I didn't reply.
Then, twenty minutes later, a shot of her body in a white dress, neck down, taken in the mirror. The dress hugged her flatteringly. A white baubled bracelet at her wrist, and white pearls at her neck. I couldn't see her face, but from the lines on her neck I could tell she was smiling. And then another in quick succession. Her back to the mirror, taken from the neck down again. One free hand holding the phone, and one pulling her dress up over her buttocks showing a hint of white thong disappearing between her cheeks. A few dimples and wrinkles in her small tight butt cheeks. I would have to remember to ask her about her flawless tan. These texts: it was what I'd imagined it might be like to have a twenty-something hot girlfriend. Not a lover in her sixties.
I replied with a winking smiley and then four eggplants and a spray of water.
She sent back a shy smiling emoji.
"have a good night mr big"
I sent her a thumbs up emoji and a spray of water. Hoping she'd get it.
She sent back wide-eyed emoji with embarrassed cheeks. She got it. She hadn't forgotten cumming intensely in the bow of my boat, as I thumbfucked her under the hot sun. I had never masturbated a woman to climax before. Not without her own hands involved. I was breaking new ground in my sexual experiences.
I waited but there were no more from her.
Finally after about another 15 minutes I sent "have a great time tonight" and went inside to shower and change.
I woke in my bed to a loud ping and a dull humming. I was bleary. Couldn't figure out where it was coming from. Turned my head in the darkness. I was lying in the middle of the king bed. Covers strewn.
Finally I saw a faint glow under the sheet at the edge of the bed. Swept my hand out under the blankets toward it. Found my phone where I'd dropped it. Must have fallen to sleep scrolling through Autotrader again.
I brought it to my face, squinting at the brightness. Quickly dimmed the backlight. The top right of the screen showed 11:17pm. Battery almost dead.
Samantha. Text.
"you up"
I sighed. Rubbed my eyes. I'd been sleeping hard.
Typed some characters. Backspaced over them. Decided on honesty.
"wasn't. now I am"
"OH GOD. SORRY!" Sad emoji
"s ok whats up"
"go back to sleep" then "chat tomorrow" and "SORRY!!!!!!"
I reared up and sat on the side of the bed. Floor warm under my bare feet.
"no u have my attention now" I scrolled up to see if I'd missed other messages from her. Saw her pert buttock staring back at me. Her pussy, spread open. I need to remember to delete that one. "where r u"
"o god. At the bar at russos." Then "thought u might be up so sorry" And :"figured you for a night owl"
"do you need help"
