Old Man

I couldn't believe my eyes. The bloody stuff was floor to rafters. I had asked mum for ages to get the shed cleared out so I could have some space to do my university studies.

My younger brother a hormonal and testosterone loaded pest, had offered to help but was about as helpful as a chocolate teapot.

So as I had time this day I decided to get it started and as luck would have it. My bro and his friends all happened to have an in service day from school. Though at 16 most would be ready to leave end of term. Bro included.

I got my car packed to bursting and set off for the recycle centre. On route my dashboard started to flicker and a warning light came on. I stopped waited and then started up again. Yes success no warning light, no flicker.

Got job done and on return home got a call from mum at her work to say she was staying on till morning and to get some groceries for our dinner later. I wanted some vodka for a party I was attending at weekend so I headed to the supermarket. On return journey home wouldn't you just know it. Bloody electrics again. Dead as a dodo.

I phoned mum, she called breakdown cover as it was on her name. As I waited and waited I was sat in car when I got fright of my life. The passenger door opened and I watched an older man climb in next to me. Took me few seconds to recognise Mr Kyle from two doors down from our house. Mum and he went back a long way, to childhood apparently? I had known him all my life and as dad died when I was only 4 and my bro a baby. He was only real male influence around when I was growing up. Apart from relatives we never seen much of.

Anyway, Mr Kyle offered to take me home, so I accepted loaded my stuff into his car and got mum to tell breakdown guys "keys were in glove compartment, tow car to garage." Then off me and Mr Kyle trotted. He had always seemed really old looking to me. Though as I studied his face closer I realised he was really quite attractive in an old film starish sort of a way hmm.

We chatted freely and given the age difference, you wouldn't have ever guessed it. Jimmy as he told me to call him since Mr Kyle sounded very headmaster now I was 19 and looked all woman and grown up!! I blushed. Jimmy and I chatted and bantered and inevitably talk got little risqué. I am 19 Jimmy's 64 and here I am flirting with him like we're together or something.

We got home and Jimmy helped me carry my bags into the kitchen. He sat at the table. I offered coffee, he accepted and we talked lots more. Again the conversation got round to boyfriends and partners etc. I hadn't thought about it recently, after my break up with Terry. I realised I hadn't been with a man for months. Suddenly I felt a bit hot and horny.

Jimmy had said how kind of lonely he got now and then. Not that he didn't have an outlet for his, "needs" as he called them, only it sometimes got a bit boring. "Like same dinner every Sunday!!" I nervously laughed. "We need cheering up Jimmy, how bout a drink. Leave your car it's only outside, plenty room for mums on her return from work.'

Jimmy agreed and I poured two glasses of the red wine ide just got. An hour or so later and the wine, then vodka and sex talk had its effect. I was drunk, horny as hell, I needed a cock. Only one available was my elderly neighbours. "Fuck it" I thought.

I suddenly lurched at him, laying a full on lip smacking, lipstick smudging, kiss on his lips. Jimmy pulled back. "Chloe!! what the bloody hell you doing girl? we can't do that, this!! it's .. your too young. I'm your mum's friend. Neighbour. I've known you all your life girl." Jimmy looked like a little boy lost. I was too horny and drunk to care "So what the fuck, come here"

I grabbed him and stuck my tongue down his throat. He didn't try too hard to pull away this time as our tongues danced with each other, I placed his hand on my tits, this gave rise to his other hand on my yoga pantied arse and further rise to the bulge in his trousers.

Jimmy didn't waste any time, he knew and could tell, I was ripe for picking. I was swiftly turned around face down on our kitchen table, My damp yoga pants pulled roughly to my knees and my thong eased out from the soaked crevasse of my bald shaved c**t.

I heard Jimmy's zipper go down and belt buckle rattle, so guesed he was getting ready to fuck me. My arse wiggled in anticipation of his dick. I got quite a surprise though when he pulled my arse cheeks apart. Instead of the awaited penile invader, Jimmy thrust his long tongue up my pussy hole. Ooh I thought I would cum right then it felt amazing.

I coo'd and ooh and ahhd. His ministrations on and in my c**t brought forth the first of my squirting musky showers on his tongue and face. He proceeded to stick two fingers in my throbbing vaginal entrance to replace his tongue.