The Bodega

Inside my local market getting a burger to go when I see the two young ladies at the register. They are in their early twenties with straight, shoulder-length hair. One is a brunette, one a ginger. Both are wearing simple floral print dresses that stopped just below the knees.

I really didn't think either noticed me as they paid the cashier. I'm backing my truck out of the spot when they cross in front of me. I stop to let them get to their car. The ginger turns towards me, puts the straw from her soda to her lips and takes a long suck. I swear she winks at me as she does but tell myself that is just an old man's imagination.

I live in the country a few miles outside of my small town. Each driveway is a mile or two apart from your neighbor. It's late in the afternoon just as the east coast ballgames are beginning when I notice dirt out by the road. A car is coming down my driveway.

The small sedan pulls up and low and behind, the two young ladies from the market two days earlier exit the car. Missionaries, I realize. Normally I would curtly brush them off at the door. Today didn't feel normal.

I greet them politely as they each introduce themselves and ask if they could talk to me about their mission. The ginger that pulled on the straw stands a half step behind her friend when she remembers me from the market. The afternoon is warm and I ask if they would like a glass of lemonade.

I know the drill. They feel like they have a live one inviting them inside to share their message. Really, I just want to admire the ginger.

I mute the ballgame before pouring three glasses of fresh lemonade. I serve them with a plate of vanilla wafers. They are sitting on the couch with the coffee table between them and my chair.

I listen as the brunette takes the lead. I keep looking across at the pretty ginger-haired young lady and I swear I catch her a time or three looking at me much the way I look at her. An hour passes and they have shared their message. I thank them for their time and give a warm handshake to the ginger.

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I'm a fit sixty-one year old that has been divorced since my mid-30's. I've lived in this farmhouse for twenty years or so, mostly alone but I've had lady friends for stretches. I have a couple horses, a few chickens and I share some of my land with a friend where we raise cattle each year. It's a good life but doesn't mean I don't wish for regular companionship from time to time.

Two days after the missionary visit, I notice someone walking up the dirt drive. As the person gets closer, I realize it's the ginger wearing the simple floral print dress I first saw at the bodega. And she's carrying a small suitcase. "Excuse me, Mister... I'm hoping you could help me out." Carrying the basket of eggs, I meet her on the drive. Over the next half hour, she tells me what feels like her life story and that she realizes what she has been doing is not for her. She had gotten a good feeling about me during the visit and was hoping I could put her up for a few days. It might not be the strangest request I've had but it is close.

She proceeds to tell me she's 23 and been with the church for a year. I've never been a religious man but it always seemed like being a missionary was a tough way to spend life. Seeing her today, she looks prettier than I remember from the parking lot even though she's wearing the same dress.

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Six days pass...

With the chores for the week completed, I suggest we take the horses into the hills for a ride. I'm surprised to learn she knows how to handle a horse and the intended trail ride to the lake becomes a true ride. We talk a little and laugh a little and I see her appreciation of the view from the lake. The soft red curls spilling all around her tender flesh captivates my attention. I admit to thinking about her and wondering about her from the day I laid eyes on her at the bodega. That wink - real or imagined - fueled my thoughts that I never expected to have realized.

We ride for a couple hours. I brought some snacks that we share by the lake before heading back down the mountain. Hot and dusty, we arrive back at the house sweaty and spent. Kelly helps me with the horses before I tell her I'll finish up and for her to go cleaned up after the ride.

With my back to the door, I had no idea I was being watched. The hot water felt good on my tired bones after the ride and I was lost in the moment. I turn around to feel the water on my back and see her standing in the doorway watching me. There is no door with steamy glass or water droplets, it's just an opening and I am quite visible. And so is she. The water hits my back but now I'm not so much feeling it as I am caught up in the vision of Kelly. She too is naked. Her long, wavy red hair over her shoulders and down her back. Her pert nipples and what look to be perfect, upturned breasts. And the forest of red covering her pussy is the sight to behold.

I reach back and turn off the shower. I'm not sure how old I look to her in this moment but I know I feel no where near 61. My skin is lightly tanned all over with grey pubes framing my cock. It hangs with a gentle bend over low-hanging balls. Kelly takes the steps to meet me at the edge of the shower. Her arms drape over my shoulders and mine encircle her waist. Wet skin, dry skin meets in the middle. Our heads tilt, lips press and she feels my tongue slipping into her mouth to kiss her hard. She is nearly as tall as me so her pussy feels the topside of my cock as she pins it between us.

Drip drying in the afternoon warmth, Kelly leads me towards the bed before giving a shove to push me backwards on the mattress. She pounces between my legs before I've barely landed. I pull a pillow under my head as her hands press to my cock and balls. I'm growing as she's pressing her hand around my balls and giving a tender tug. Her face nuzzles between my thighs and soon all I see is a mat of red hair. But I feel Kelly, oh fuck do I feel her. Her hand never leaves my balls as she's tugging and rubbing. It's as if she knows I have a thing for such attention. Her cheek rubs against the underside of me to feel me grow erect. Her right hand slips around the base and begins to slowly jerk my cock. And then her lips kiss me right on top. My legs open, my feet slide back towards me to bend at the knees and capture her between.

Her soft lips that I've only kissed once now surround my mushroom and press. Her tongue teases at my slit before I feel her lips pressing around and down. Hand continues to stroke my shaft as left hand twists and tugs at my balls. I had most certainly misread her innocence. Lips feel the contour of my cock as she slowly slides her mouth down my shaft. Head pressing on her tongue as she begins to move up and down my erection. It's been a number of months since I was with a woman and she was nowhere near this young or this pretty. Or this skilled.

I'm hard in her mouth as Kelly pushes down to feel me at the precipice of her throat only to lift and slide with her lips. Her right hand has let go and she's pressing it over my inner thigh as I feel myself twitch in her mouth. Her head lifts, her mouth slips off me... "oh no Mister, not so quick." Kelly lifts up her body and is squatting over my groin. Her wet pubes are rubbing on my shaft as she moves her hips to and fro along my length. Her hands press her breasts as she plays and pulls at them. For my benefit? For hers? My hands on upper thighs, pressing and pulling as her wetness rubs me.

Kelly lifts and right hand takes hold of my cock to point me skyward. She teasingly waggles it against her slit as I feel the forest of red tickling my head. And then she lowers just enough to capture me between meaty lips. Her face is a wide-eye smile as she feels me try to push into her with no success. Then she slowly begins to lower herself around me. I let out an old man groan and her tight pussy taking my cock. As she lowers her pussy to take me, she leans forward to kiss my mouth. I'm panting with anticipation and desire even as her lips press mine. Her groin begins to rise and fall as she fucks my cock. I rise and fall but truthfully, Kelly is fucking me not me fucking her. She is so wet and tight and I feel I'm in a dream.

My hand pushes the hair from her face so I can watch her expressions as she begins to grind on my cock. Her lips are pressed around my root and we are connected. Her left hand reaches down and rubs her clit as she rides my cock. Her eyes lid over and her mouth opens silently as I feel her orgasm on my cock. Her movements cease long enough for her to enjoy then she rides my cock hard and fast just as she had ridden the horse an hour earlier. "Give it to me, Give it to me," and I do. I feel my cock push upwards and I shoot. I'm panting as I cum inside this beautiful woman. She collapses on top of me, her head beside mine. My hand strokes her red hair.

I wake to realize the sun is sinking and I've been asleep a couple hours. I pull on a pair of Levi's and follow the smell of dinner. Kelly hands me a glass of red wine but presses her lips to mine before she does. She found the noodles and is making her version of spaghetti sauce. She sips on her own glass while chopping spices before scraping them into the sauce. I start to suggest we might talk about what just happened but she waves me off. She wanted to feel me inside her and had been thinking about it since that day at the bodega. She DID wink at me! I grinned at the memory and my old man hope.

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As the fireplace dies down, I ask if she'd like to sleep with me tonight. Kelly stands and takes my hand as she did earlier. She leads me to the bedroom. What clothes she's been wearing are quickly left on the floorboard. I admire her lithesome beauty in the low light. She pulls back the comforter and sheet and slips her bare bum into my bed. Pulling off t-shirt and slipping off the jeans, I move to lay on top of her. I kiss her mouth as hands roam along her sides. My legs fall between hers as we kiss. Her skin is warm and so very soft. The luxury of youth. Her hands press over my arms and back. I can only imagine how rough and worn they must feel to her but she doesn't seem to care.

I slowly move downward. My lips kiss her neck and hands feel her hips. Her left nipple is already firm and I suckle while playing with the right. Her hands press over my shoulder and head as I kiss ever lower. I slowly move down her torso to kiss her tummy before I reach her sex. I take my time to study and savor her body. My fingers touching tenderly inside her thighs as my face rubs against her ginger pubes. I can already smell her arousal and we are just beginning the night. Her legs pull up alongside my arms and she slowly rubs my skin. Tongue extends and presses through the curls to taste her for the first time. Kelly moans and pushes her pussy to me in appreciation.

In these moments, age is not a thing. Man enjoying woman is the only thing. I push out my tongue and press over her clit. Hers begins to present itself as the top of tongue presses side-to-side. I smell her arousal and with two fingers, I slip them against her lips then inside of her. Not hard or overly aggressive, but with enough intention for her to feel them pressing her walls. My nose stays buried in her pubes and my tongue licks and flicks at her clit. From time to time, I will switch so I'm licking her pussy but always returning to pleasure her clit. I have missed going down on a woman more than I can say. Fingertips press upwards in search of her pleasure pad. And she lets me know it with a lurch of her groin and an audible moan.

Then, I'm relentless. My fingers pressing and rubbing as they stroke in and out of her. My tongue firm as I stroke her evident clit. She is wet. She is quite fragrant and rolling her hips to my attentions. Her thighs clamp hard against my upper arms and my face is wet with her. Kelly's ass is squirming and pussy rutting on my face as she cums hard. I slow but I don't stop until Kelly's hand pushes me away from her. I crawl up her body, kissing places I might have missed earlier until I'm atop her. Lips kiss and tongues tangle as her hands move over my back. I'm hard and I lay on her wetness but I don't enter. When the heel of her left foot digs into my ass, I take the hint.

My groin lifts and her hand takes hold, guiding me between her folds. As her hand slips from between us, I slide deeply into Kelly. Flared head pushes past her lips and slides deep inside. She is hot and wet and I begin to fuck. My hands slide under her underarms as knees press into the mattress. Hard and fast I fuck at first. Enjoying the sensations of her body gripping and releasing me over and over. Hard cock now glistening each time I lift myself. Balls slapping her cunt each time I drive into her. We fuck until my body shines with perspiration. Her thighs rubbing my legs as I cum hard inside Kelly. Groaning into our kiss, her tongue pushing into my mouth to french as body shakes and cock cums hard.

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From staying a few days to one month later, it seems like I have a live-in girlfriend now. I took her shopping a few times once it seemed she was going to stick. We found her a couple dresses but mostly jeans and shirts that she could wear around the house to live and do the chores. One day she got a pair of cowboy boots and they seemed to make her ass look even better in the jeans. She did buy a couple bras but suggested there was no need for panties - and I sure didn't object.

One night I took her to the local diner for dinner. I hadn't really told anyone about my new 'roommate' and I did catch a couple grins from my male buddies and maybe a stare from their wives. When we got home, Kelly was so turned on we barely made it inside the front door. She dropped to her knees and pinned my back against the large wood door. My belt and zipper undone, Kelly pulled out my soft cock and put it in her mouth. Her hands groped my butt through the denim as she sucked and licked my old cock. I really just stood there trying to believe my good fortunes. Her lips felt like velvet sliding over my skin. Her tongue licked and caressed my shaft and head. And sooner than I would have liked, I was spurting cum into her mouth.

She took it all before standing up and opening her pretty mouth to show me that last of it on her tongue before swallowing then smiling. I leaned in and kissed her mouth and tasted myself. Her hands moved along my ribs as we kissed right there. "Do you think they'll get used to seeing me with you, Buster?" I tilted my head to the left, unsure how to answer her. 23 and 61? In a small town where I've lived for twenty years? '... get used to seeing me with you... ' Kelly's words rolled in my brain as it seemed she had plans for staying. I really wasn't sure how to think about this unexpected development.

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Three months pass... the middle of Summer... a hot and sunny day working in the barn had Kelly in a tan tank, tight-fitting denims and working boots. She decided the barn needed to be organized while I was in town getting some groceries. She had been at it a couple hours and worked up quite a sweat when she found a large, wooden trunk put away in the back. As she brushed off cobwebs and dust, she realized this trunk was not like any of the other items stored here. Flipping the latch, she opened the heavy lid to find quite a surprise inside...