Chapter V
Martin was staring out from his balcony. He sighed from time to time as he watched the world go by. In his mind, he was wrestling with what to do about Theresa.
Here he was, sixty years of age and a respected member of the accounting team at work. He had never in his entire career had any hint of scandal. He had always kept himself free and clear of any temptations.
Then Theresa had come into his life.
It's likely he never would have had any problems with the girl if he hadn't stumbled across her masturbating in the office bathroom. Without that sudden turn of events, he would have been happily ignorant of any carnal knowledge of her.
As soon as that train of thought entered his head, he groaned out loud. As if her were reliving it, he once again saw her with her one hand buried in her pussy and the other squeezing her tit.
That had been the beginning of the debauched eight-day journey he now found himself on.
He couldn't get enough! Every time he thought about her, he could see her big round eyes under her bug-eyed glasses. Her perfect breasts topped with bright pink nipples. Her slick pussy with its sparse covering of hair. Her perfectly round ass. Twin globes of soft flesh just made for squeezing.
Then there were her blowjobs! He had not gotten a blowjob for several years. The opportunities just did not come up. But this girl sucked cock like an angel! Or a devil. When she took his dick into her mouth Martin couldn't help but roll his eyes back in his head until he squirted his semen onto her tongue.
Just thinking about it now gave him a hardon.
Of course, the
pièce de résistance
was her cunt. Whether she was riding him, or he was pounding into her, her vagina felt so smooth and wet. Every time he fucked her he came inside her.
"I wish I was fucking her right now," he muttered sadly.
He sighed again and decided to get a second cup of coffee.
He shuffled to his kitchen and poured the last of the coffee from the machine. He mixed cream and sugar and stared across his apartment to the opposite wall. He sipped from his mug and continued to stare across the room. He frowned deeply and decided he needed some fresh air.
It was a hot day. He changed from his bathrobe into golf shirt and casual slacks. He opted for sandals instead of socks and shoes.
He set out and wandered down the street. The neighborhood he lived in had a small-town appearance with store front shops, parkettes and huge tree planters all over the place.
He walked to a local bakery, ordered coffee and some pastries, then went to sit on the sidewalk patio.
Out here, he started to relax. There was traffic on the streets, foot traffic on the sidewalks and the sun was shining beautifully. He sighed and sipped from his coffee. Then he looked up and down the sidewalk.
"Hello Martin," a soft voice said.
He turned with a start and his jaw dropped.
There was Theresa. She was looking at him with that same owlish expression she always seemed to have.
Martin was speechless. He could do nothing but stare at this mousey girl wearing denim shorts and a tank top with a black blazer over it.
"Um," he stammered, "How--?"
"I was in the neighborhood," she said, "I heard about this bakery. The pastries are fantastic!"
As he continued to stare in confusion, she strode around him and sat at his table. She placed her own cup of coffee down and smiled shyly at him.
"How did you know I lived in this area?" he asked in wonder.
"I found your home address in the files at work," she said.
"Um," he stammered once more, "I um, why are you here?"
"I was bored. I hardly ever have anything to do on weekends. I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I came to find you."
Martin gasped in shock and stared down at the tabletop.
"This is, um, highly irregular!" he said.
"Don't you like me Martin?" she asked in a small voice.
"Well, of course I--," he started to say.
"I like you," she said and looked at the table, "I thought maybe you liked me too, you know, after all the um, you know."
"Oh Theresa!" he said in a pained voice, "I just knew we shouldn't have, well, done any of those things!"
She gave him a half-smile and nodded sadly.
"So you don't like me," she said.
"That's not true!" he protested, "I like you just fine! It's just, well, it's inappropriate!"
"Does that mean you do like me?" she asked hopefully.
"Well, of course I do!" he whined.
