Tom had a problem. His daughter's roommate, Sarah, was coming to stay for a few days. Sarah was in a situation where she used Amber's room during occasional weekends while Amber remained back home. The pretty, sweet, beautiful, innocent (or so he thought), young woman was coming for a visit. And Tom had recently begun having some impure, taboo thoughts about Sarah. He told himself it wasn't all his fault. She wore those tight tops showing her wonderful rack to advantage. Short skirts showing her beautiful legs and which occasionally showed her pretty panties. Once he had even been able to spot a distinct wet spot in them over her pussy which also outlined an obvious camel toe. The sight held his attention long enough that he thought she might have caught him looking. Tom's smallish, aged cock stirred at the memory.
He thought about his cock and what his father had labeled "old age shrinkage." He had actually had a nice sized, but not huge, cock when he was younger. It was also more dependable and got rock hard whenever he went to use it. The good old days!
He really started to lose it after Sarah's last visit. She had gone home and while he was checking over the bedroom she had slept in, he found a wadded up pair of simple, white, cotton panties. And they were damp with her juices! When he brought them up to his nose the aroma was heavenly. He had stored them in a plastic bag, hoping to retain that aroma. A few times he even pulled them over his head so that the gusset stretched over his nose while he masturbated, inhaling her scent as he did so.
Tom knew that he should know better. He was 70 years old and should know what is inappropriate. However, even as he reprimanded himself for this he started picturing what Sarah would look like naked. His cock stirred again.
Finally Sarah arrived. She looked stunning in a short, white skirt with a blue silk blouse. He could see she was bra less. Her nipples pushed against the silk. This was not going to help his problem.
Tom met her at the door. She dropped her suitcase and wrapped her arms around him in a big hug. He felt her perfect breasts pushing against his chest. That did not help his problem. Neither did her quick kisses.
In the afternoon they watched a football game sitting next to each other on the sofa. All he could think about was the pressure of her thigh against his. Once she turned towards him and her breast grazed his arm. Even this little thing kept him going.