Like lots of "old farts" I have routines and am pretty set in my ways. One such routine for me is to get up, do the three S's and go buy a newspaper and coffee at a local convenience store. Their service and coffee are good and sometimes I break down and buy a "sticky bun". They actually bake them on site and they are good. Another reason to go there is Tiffany.
Tiffany looks to be about 16 but I know that she is at least 21 because I've seen her ring up beer. She has absolutely beautiful curly auburn hair and gray- green eyes. Her skin is pale for Florida but what I can see is flawless. (I guess she's not one of our many local nudists.) If she wears any make-up I can't see it. Her body is a little thick which contributes to that younger look. It looks like "baby fat". Her tits are smallish but one day I saw her come out of the cooler and her nipples were pretty puffy. I could imagine what they might look like.
Lots of people, men and woman, comment on her hair, as have I. She always seems to have a ready welcoming smile. I usually address her as 'dear', 'hon', or 'doll'. The last makes her blush a little. I like to flirt and at my age that is really all it is. One day I told her that she had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. I meant it. Her white skin turned crimson as she thanked me. When she handed me my change her hand lingered a little. As I walked to the car I thought "No fool like an old fool."
One morning I walked in and was disappointed to not see her at the counter but as I went up an aisle I saw her on her knees stocking a shelf. "Good morning gorgeous." I said. She looked up and reddened.
"That's a new one. Why do you call me all those nice names?" I told her I like to make her blush but that I was just a harmless old guy. Then I added that all were true. She was certainly gorgeous and that any guy who was lucky enough to have her as a girlfriend should be telling her that every day. She looked up at me and said. "You don't really make me blush. It's more like a flush. I look forward to seeing you in here every morning."
"Do you know that I have grand kids that are probably older than you?"
"So? I have read that some older men really know how to treat a girl." She was done with her stocking and I helped her to her feet. "See; my boyfriend wouldn't do that. Let me talk to my manager, take my break early and we can go outside and talk. I'll meet you in your car. I know which one it is." I paid for my purchases and went to my car, started it, turned the AC on full and waited.
She came out in about 5 minutes and I got out and opened the door for her. She looked at me and said, "That's what I mean." I pointed the vents directly at her and watched as her nipples grew. I was trying hard not to stare but she caught me anyway. "They're too small." I assured her that they were perfect to me, as was the rest of her body. Then I pushed and asked what she wanted to talk about.
She took a deep breath. "First of all I'm a virgin." I stopped her right there and told her that at my age I probably wasn't the guy to fix that. "I don't want that fixed. I want to be a virgin until my wedding night. I take care of my boy friend by 'you know' but he won't take care of me! I've heard that older men can be really good at it and I want it badly!" I acknowledged that at my age I had quite a bit of experience with it and really loved to do it. I added that any guy who didn't was an idiot and I'd be happy to help her out.
"Of course I'll take care of you as well if you can still..." I told her I could but it would take a bit of patience on her part. "I'll have all night." She reached over and squeezed my dick.
I said, "Do you enjoy doing it? I don't want you to be uncomfortable at all. I can be down there for you all night. I do actually love it. But when do we start?"
"When you say patience how long do you mean? It sometimes only takes me about a minute to finish off my boyfriend. He is a little stinky so I don't really like it, but I like him and want to please him. My shift is over at 4:00. I'll go home and take a shower and meet you somewhere. I have stocking duty all day and I'll be pretty sweaty by the time I'm done." I thought about telling her that I like sweaty pussy but figured that might gross her out. I pulled out the little memo pad that I carry and wrote down my address and phone.
"I have yard work to do and maybe you could just come straight there. We could shower together. It's one of my favorite things. We can wash each other's parts. I won't be stinky but it could take you an hour or so to put me over the top. I plan on spending a lot more time pleasing you."
"Deal" she said. "I better get some Chap Stick." She said with a giggle. "I know that neighborhood and I'll be there at 4:10 at the latest." She gave me a kiss on the cheek and my cock another squeeze and went back to work.
She arrived at 4:05. She looked nervous. "Are you OK?" I asked.
"A little nervous but ready. Anything I ever did for my boyfriend was spontaneous. We never planned anything. This seems a little weird but I am truly ready." I asked, reluctantly if she was ready for a shower. I really could have just dived into that sweet, sweaty, virgin pussy.
"No intercourse, right?" I promised not to fuck her. (I didn't use that word because she seemed so innocent.) She started to pull her shirt up but I stopped her.
"Please allow me." I said. She dropped her hands and I slowly lifted her shirt over her arms. Her bra was the run of the mill type cotton with maybe a little padding. I reached behind her and released the catch. Nothing moved. Her tits were that firm. I pulled the straps down off her shoulders and her tits were just as I had imagined, they were small, firm, and with smallish but puffy nipples. I told her they were almost as beautiful as her eyes.
"My boyfriend has never seen them. He touches them but I've never been naked in front of a man before." I didn't comment on her idiot boyfriend but moved my hands down to her waist. I unzipped her fly and unbuttoned the catch.
"Are you truly ready for this? I'll stop if you want me to."
"Please don't!" I pulled her shorts and panties down at the same time and knelt in front of her to take them off her feet. She had a nice fine fluffy bush of auburn colored hair. Her scent was so strong that I really wanted to just start licking.
"Absolutely perfect" I said. She blushed, or flushed.
"Can I undress you now", she asked. I told her to please do so. She started to unbutton my shirt and looked me in the eyes the entire time she fidgeted with the buttons. I shrugged the shirt off my shoulders and she rubbed her hands across my chest. "I didn't know that guy's nipples reacted like that too." She then started to work on my belt. Her hands were shaking a bit and I held them and told her to just relax and let nature take its course. Once the belt was off she unbuttoned my shorts and unzipped my fly. She pulled my shorts down to my ankles and I kicked them off.
Then she knelt in front of me and pulled my boxers down. She looked at my still flaccid cock and looked up at me, "Oh my god." she said. "That is huge! My boyfriend likes it when I take him all in but he just fills my mouth. That would have to go all the way down my throat! I don't think I can do that with you. Has anyone ever been able to?"
I told her that a few women I knew years ago could but that was not what was important tonight. Tonight was about her. I told her I was surprised when they did get me down and when I asked them how they managed they told me their secrets. "If you want to ever do this again I'll be glad to coach you in their methods."
I pulled her to her feet and said, "Let's get in the shower." I really would have rather not washed all her scent away but tonight I was there to please her. I turned on the jets and asked if she wanted me to wash her hair first. She said that it took too long to dry and she was in a bit of a hurry. I asked what the hurry was and thought she had said she had all night.
"I do. But I'm very anxious to have you please me!" I kept her head dry but was thorough with the rest of her magnificent young body.