"What sort of name is Omar anyway?" Lori asked.
"My mom had a thing for Omar Sharif," I replied.
"Oh, he's dishy even as an old guy. I loved him in Hidalgo. I bet when you were born, he was real hot stuff."
I suddenly realized this girl- young woman actually- had not only been born after Doctor Zhivago, but had never seen it. I immediately told her I had the DVD inside, purchased for the benefit of my mom when she visited.
"I've heard of it," Lori allowed. "I hear its way sexy. I'm shocked your old mom would still be into that."
"Well, it's more romantic than sexy. And age may put snow on the roof but there still can be fire in the furnace."
I had met Lori only a few hours before, poolside at my condominium. From behind my dark glasses, I had admired how her bikini just barely covered her curves. She had all the ripeness of a woman, but the tightness of a teenager. I couldn't help but smile to myself as the luscious sprite stood motionless on the deck. I must have been staring, though because suddenly, I was caught looking.
An older woman had also entered the pool area, but she had come around from my blind side. "Lovely isn't she, but only eighteen. And I think still a virgin," she said in a whiskey and cigarette soaked voice.
I turned to look at the speaker, no doubt blushing.
"Don't be embarrassed, it's not like you're the first man to droll over my daughter, everybody does. Why should you feel ashamed about having urges?"
She sat at the table next to my chaise lounge. "It's all her fault for coming out here looking so sexy," the woman added. "She's been away at boarding school in Switzerland, so this is the first sun time she's had in months."
I mulled over to myself whether Switzerland schoolgirls might more likely be sex happy ski bunnies rather than blushing virgins. As an added bonus, I pictured how that trim figure might fill out a school uniform.
That was when Anja introduced herself, explaining that they were borrowing a neighbour's condo while he worked overseas. "Since this is a no children condo, we couldn't have stayed here before. Lori just turned eighteen."
Anja then called Lori over. After the introductions, Anja said, "we sure could use a drink about now. This sun builds a powerful thirst. Will you watch Lori while I run in to the unit to get a libation?"
Which brought us to Doctor Zhivago. I doubted Lori would forego the sun and water just to watch a classic movie with an old man like me. Even worse, I feared she might invite her mother along. I could handle a gentle rejection. The frustration of watching an epic love story in the presence of this nubile nymph with no chance to relieve my lust would be torture. I was pleasantly surprised that she liked the idea.
"Let's go now. Mom will forget I'm out here once she starts into the gin."
My unit opened right off the pool deck, so it was a short walk across and through the sliding glass door. Then I was alone with a gorgeous eighteen year old. Once there, I turned on the television, allowing Lori to complain about the glare from the sun before shutting the blinds.
There we sat in the dark room, watching the film quietly. Lori spoke first. "Do you mind if I smoke a joint? I have enough to share. Booze is Mom's thing, grass is mine. I always get horny watching a flick in the dark, and the dope takes the edge off." She giggled. "Although, if it were a titty flick or fuck film, I would just get hornier."
She grinned, her teeth gleaming white even in the dim light. "Don't be so shocked, Omar. I'm not the sheltered convent girl my parents paid the nuns to protect. I don't feel ashamed about liking porn."
She produced a joint out of her beach bag. I grabbed matches off of the couch side table, and lit the joint for her. She blew a plume of smoke into the air, snuggling closer so she could pass me the joint. I inhaled, enjoying the taboo substance, which I never bought, and thus only smoked on rare occasions. We watched the movie as we passed the joint. Eventually, Lori sighed, her head almost touching mine, our hips pressed close together. "You're right; Omar Sharif is a real hunk. I can see why your Mom went for him. I bet she got as wet and horny as I am right now. Maybe she fucked your old man right in the theater," she commented.
After several turns with the potent pot, I felt my head spinning. Lori took another toke and placed the joint on a handy clay plate I had used for snacks. She held the smoke deep inside her chest, causing her ripe tits to thrust upwards towards my face. I could see that her nipples were erect, surging against the fabric of the tiny top.
Lori leaned closer still and pressed her lips against mine, using her tongue to force my teeth open and then breathing the smoke into my mouth. She moved her hand onto my leg and gently massaged my inner thigh. As she broke the kiss, her fingers worked around to knead my balls. "Hmm, nice and frisky. I kind of thought an older guy might not get stiff this quickly."
I spread my legs for better access. "I can tell this isn't the first time you've done this," I said as her hand began stroking my throbbing cock, and then she extracted it from my shorts.
"I haven't ever sucked a circumcised one before. In Europe, most men have foreskins. So in a way, this is sort of a first time."
She picked up the joint and took another long drag on it before dropping her head to my lap and enveloping it with the cloud of vapour. Her tongue was cool inside the warm smoke. It was unlike any blowjob I had ever had. I was suddenly worried I might come too quickly. I lifted her head up slightly as I spoke to her.
"Lori, I've had sex with hundreds of women. All ages, shapes and sizes. I think you are the best cocksucker I have ever met."
"Yes, I admit it. I'm a blow job slut," Lori giggled. "After a toke, I love to drop to my knees and eat a nice hard cock. Your cock is a wonderful fat one, but you need to promise it will be our secret. Mom must not know or she will find a really strict Bible Belt school for me next year, and I need to get back to Europe.
