People told me that my bearing (whatever that is, I will have to look it up) was that of a much older young man but quite frankly, whatever energy was projecting out of me was due to my dad. I was 18 at that time, and felt it. Dad was a ruggedly powerful looking man with a non-stoppable sense of humor and from day one, I could tell him whatever was on my mind. What I told all my friends, "I'm proud of dad."

The fact that he was a Marine (now retired) might have helped some but I practically grew up in a rifle company and met some not so great dudes. Dad lost mom to cancer when I was five so I scarcely remember her. He set up a small shrine for her in the living room and has told me that no one ever really dies. I have no reason not to believe him.

Getting to the point, I asked dad if women were always as outspoken as they are today and he quickly said, "Hell no. There was always a silly game going on. You could not play a straight hand with them and they were not about to stop being coy and silly. He said, "I don't know what changed it all, maybe women's lib or their marches for equal pay. Why do you ask>" I said that "There is a tiny, wiry elderly lady cashier at the 7/11 where we also get gas, that keeps coming on strong." He quickly said, "With the glasses?" "Yeah, glasses." That's little Zelda. She's not 'elderly' she's only around 54 or so. She might look elderly since she is barely five feet tall." I told dad that was very old for the way she behaved. "How so, he asked."

"She waits until she has my change in her hand and motions for me to come close and tells me. 'I can still give you a wild ride in the sack' or she'll say, 'I'll suck your cock so hard the sheet will be sucked up your ass.
At first I felt blood in my face from embarrassment but as she continued I got used to it. "Give it a try, sonny. I'll ride your nuts as we pass the finish line." Once, she dropped a pen and bent over in front of me to pick it up. She stood up and said, "Give you any ideas?" I did not get ideas but noticed a shapely ass.

"Donny, you know you have never gotten laid, we talked about this. She's free sex. Give her a shot even if it's just a mercy fuck," dad told me.

A couple of days later I called dad from Zelda's house, which was surprisingly elegant and expensive looking for a cashier. "I'm at Zelda's and she's going to prepare dinner for us." Dad said, "If she doesn't at least order a pizza."

I found out that she works just to "get out of the house and gives more money to charity than she gets paid. Checking my small bag of groceries I told Zelda I had made up my mind and it was a "Go". She had
a great smile on her face, told her boss she had to leave early and practically held my hand going home. She was breathing hard and asked, "How many have you done?" I said, "Lost count." and she replied, NONE, that's fantastic, my crotch wants to devour your cock right now." Looking at her wiry little body I did not think it possible since while I was not Popeye the Sailor, I was happy with my tool and wanked often. She seemed to have an endless vagina and swallowed me whole. We rode together so well that soon enough, we were saddle pals.

Keeping her promise, Zelda fucked me silly. She made me cum a number of times and I could not get soft so I continued. She said, "All my suspicions about you were spot-on. You are a keeper." I did not have a clue about sex or how many position there were but Zelda seemed to know all of them.

Thanks dad, for encouraging me. From that day on, little Zelda kept me trim and in excellent shape for school sports.