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Why this older waitress should catch my eye I really do not know. But she does just the same. While I am in my twenties she must be in her fifties. She is not particularly pretty nor is her figure anything to brag about. She has faded blue eyes, Mousy brown hair and a rather slim straight body with smallish tits. But I must say even in her waitress uniform her ass does standout as a perfect round solid pleasing to the eye rump. I guess I must admit I am an ass man. My stopping into the diner every morning has become a habit. I do so enjoy watching her walk around switching her hips and wiggling that most perfect ass.
After my parents died I moved up from the city and have been living in the cabin for the last six months. My loving parents have provided for me well. We (they) owned a town house in the city and a lovely country home in which I grew up. But this summer cabin has always been my favorite. So I moved up here to enjoy the outdoors and study so I might start college next year.
Bessy; that is her name has been a waitress here for two years. I just can not seem to get enough of her so that is way I ride my bike down to town every morning to eat at the Bessy Dew Inn restaurant.
This Saturday morning I was late getting down and just barely got in before breakfast was over. I ate slowly and enjoyed watching Bessy wiggle between the tables going about her work. I even fantasize that she is naked and walking around just for me. I stayed as long as I could and slowly gave up my table walking out ready to return home.
I saw Bessy come out the back door and walk toward a rusty beat up pick up truck. Since we are on a first name bases I called to her and asked her which way she was going. She said she lived up behind the Log house gas station on the mountain. I asked her if she would give me a ride as I had twisted the chain on my bike and did not want to walk all the way home. Cutting the distance by more than half would help.
Bessy smilingly said “Sure” and I loaded my bike in the truck bed. Crawling into the cab next to Bessy set my heart to racing. But keeping my breathing under control I made small talk as we moved up the mountain.
Bessy’s voice was low and kind of melodious like a church bell clear and easily understood.
I kept my breathing under control but could do nothing about my raising erection. My shorts are made of soft cotton and can not hide my hardening cock. Bessy asked where I lived and I told her it was the large log cabin at the end of the hard top road. She turned and looked at me. “You own that place?” she asked.
I knew what she was really asking. She was wondering how a young man could own such a place. So I told her my parents had died and left it to me. She said she had been up that way many times when she was out walking. I jumped at this and said if she would drive me all the way up I would be happy to show her the place. A deal was made and she shifted into second to make it up the hill in her old truck.
“Come in Please. Can I get you something to drink?” I asked trying to be a good host. Bessy accepted a cola and I had one for myself. The first thing I showed her was the terrace that stood out over the cliff. Walking through the living room, out the French doors you stood in what seem to be space. The ground drops away below and nothing to either side so it looks like you are hanging out in space which is just about what you are doing.
It was midsummer yet up here on the shaded side of the mountain it feels cool. The breeze was easy but it felt a little chilly. I saw her shiver and with out thinking I placed an arm around her shoulders. She curled into my chest and stop shivering. “It does stay cool till mid day I said but it warms up nicely in the afternoon.”
I could see by her eyes that she was taken by the beauty of the view that starched for miles. I hugged her closer and when she looked up at me I lowered my mouth to cover hers. At first I felt her stiffen and then relax. Her lips parted to allow my tongue in. My tongue explored her warm sweet mouth for what seemed like a life time. Then her tongue darted up to meet my own. We danced and let out tongues do a ballet.
I pulled back and looked into those faded eyes that were now not faded at all. But were bright with the flames of passion. I was not about to lose the moment so I picked her thin frame up in my arms carried her back inside. I crossed the living room and entered my bed room. Falling on the bed I once more took her into my arms.
Bessy slipped a strong hand into my shorts. Her grip was tight and her fingers circled my erection as if they were four serpents. I slipped my hand up under the uniform skirt to find her with out panties. Her pussy was shaved and smooth as if she had known today was the day and shaved it just for me.
She said “Let me shower first OK? I need to clean up.” I pointed the way to the bath and watched her moved her beautiful ass in that direction. I quickly jumped up and ran to the other bathroom were I washed my cock and ass and every thing in between. I even brushed my teeth.
When Bessy came out she was wrapped in a thick towel. I was naked on the bed with my cock in my hand. She stopped by the bed and smiled at me. I said “It’s not much but I hope you will enjoy it.”
“It is lovely. May I show you how much I love it?” she said softly.
“Be my gust” I said. Bessy dropped the towel and climbed up on the bed settling between my knees.
Bessy lowered her head till her lips were pressed to the head of my cock. Then she darted the tip of her tongue out to lick along the tiny opening at the end. She pulled down on the foreskin to force open the tiny mouth as she flicked her tongue tip along it. This was something different I had never experienced before and it was very erotic and I told her so. But I may have said it in such a way as to make it a little erotic. I said “I have had some great fucking blow jobs but you’re a wonderful cock sucker.”
