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Note to my readers: this marks my 100th published on Literotica. When I started out on this venture almost a dozen years ago, it was largely as an outlet for my imagination, and a desire to put some of my y daydreams on paper, as it were. I had no idea at the start that it would eventually come to this, 100 stories now on the site, and still more in the works. I thought I’d be spent long ago, but they keep coming. Many of them involve women I have met in real life, often casually at places like medical offices, museums, bus tours, restaurants, etc. There are neighbors and coworkers, and old girlfriends. A few of these stories are based on actual events, though embellished a little. I’ve had a lot of fantasies about women whom I see on TV most daysI’ve never met them, but see them often enough that I have fantasies…most of my local news team’s female anchors and reporters, and even a well known network correspondent. And then, there are my Weather Channel ladies, all of whom have a special place in my heart, and in my fantasy life.
I am encouraged by the response my work has garnered. Most of these stories have earned good enough reviews to qualify as “hot;” it’s nice to see my work is so well receivedenough so that I have now well over 700 followers. I enjoy reading your comments, though I take much more seriously the ones from readers who comment under their user ID’s than the anonymous ranters. I’ll happily engage a reader, even a critical one, if I can respond to someone who writes a comment over a signature. That said, thank you all for reading. I hope my work continues to be worthy of your time.
Now on to another encounter with my neighbor Sandy on a rainy summer afternoon…..
It had been one of those on and off rainy days; rain hard for ten minutes, then stop, then rain lightly for half an hour, then intensify, then slack off. Around 2 PM I noticed the rain had let up, so I decided to go out and get the mail on this Friday afternoon. I saw as I approached the box that Sandy’s red Ram 1500 was in her driveway. While I was picking through the bounty of direct mail items in the stack that had arrived, I heard a door close. I looked up to see she was backing out of her driveway. As she rolled up to the corner, I looked over and gave her a wave, and blew her a kiss, as I usually did in this situation. She gave me a big wave and smile, as she always did. I had told her a few years back that I noticed any time we passed on the road into our development, she always gave me a big wave and smile, and it really made this old man’s day. I always returned the greeting, if I didn’t give her a wave and a smile first. She said that she waved at everyone, but they didn’t all wave back.
“Hmmm, pretty girl in a fire engine red truck, and she’s waving at me?? Hell, yeah, I’ll wave back. I’ll follow you home if you let me.” That had made Sandy laugh, and she allowed that I should be careful what I ask for, I might get it. I told her I kept hoping, again making her laugh.
Seeing my greeting, she stopped a moment and rolled down her window. “Hey,” she called out a broad smile on her pretty face.
“Hey, yourself,” I called back. “Headed back to the working world grind??” I teased.
“No, actually, headed to Wally World.” I must have looked confused. “I had some comp time coming, so I took this afternoon, kind of an early start for the weekend.”
“Cool,” I said. “Always good to get the early quit and a little extra weekend.”
“Yeah, and my husband won’t be home til 7 or so, so I get a little break from him, too.” We both laughed at the notion of some alone time, which in any relationship, is good to get, no matter how well it’s going.
As we talked, the rain started again, a little at first, then gaining momentum. I was starting to get wet, and it was showing as my shirt started to soak through.
“Can I run you up to the house??” asked Sandy.
“Hmm,” I thought. “Can I tag along to Wal Mart with you?? There are some things I need to get, and I’d love the company.
Sandy smiled at me. “Sure. I’d like that too.”
“Great. Run me up into the driveway?? I can reach over into my car to close the garage.” I went in and out through the garage most of the time, as it was convenient, more so than the front door. Sandy pulled into the driveway, and I closed up, and we were ready to go.
Sandy looked over at me, my shirt now pretty wet. “You’re soaked over there,” she said as we got settled.
“Yeah, well, I’m not made out of sugar, I’ll be OK.”
Sandy looked over and smiled, then leaned toward me, kissing me. “But you are sweet,” she said as she pulled away.
Ten minutes later, we were turning into the Wal Mart parking lot. Just as we were about to pull into a spot, the skies opened up, and it started to rain really hard.
“Dammit,” said Sandy, looking over at me with a look of exasperation. “I hoped we’d be able to get in the store before the heavy rain hit.”
I looked at her, then leaned over to kiss her softly. As I moved back to my side of the truck, I began to sing softly, “You and me and rain on the roof. Caught up in a summer shower, dryin’ while it soaks the flowers. Maybe it’ll rain for hours, waitin’ out the sun…”
Sandy broke into a smile. “What was that??”
“What was what??”
“What you were just singing.”
“Rain on the Roof. Lovin’ Spoonful from 1966. Do you remember a show called ‘Welcome Back Kotter,’ from back in the 70’s?? They did the opening theme, a song called ‘Welcome Back.’ It went, welcome back, your dreams were your ticket out…'” I sang the opening line, then described the scenes from the show’s opening sequence. I reminded Sandy that it was all shot in Brooklyn, and that I knew a guy who had gone to the high school seen from the elevated train.
“Yeah, I remember that show. I think I saw it when I was little.” Sometimes I forget that Sandy is a few years younger than I am.
“And thanks for not reminding me how old I am,” I taunted her.
“I can’t help it if you’re ancient,” she shot back, smiling.
“It’s a fun little song…’you and me, we’re gabbin’ away, dreamy conversation, sittin’ in the hay. Honey, how long was I laughin’ in the rain with you?? Cause I didn’t feel a drop til the thunder brought us to.'” I continued, to Sandy’s amusement. I leaned over to kiss her again. I pushed her hair back from her face, and looked at her a moment. She must have been out in the rain for at least a little while before she rolled past me, as her hair was showing the effects of some humidity.
I reached over and took her hand in mine as the rain continued to pound the top of the truck. “You and me underneath a roof of tin, pretty comfy feelin’ how the rain ain’t leakin’ in. We can sit and dry just as long as it can pour. ‘Cause the way it makes you look makes me hope it rains some more.” Sandy was now looking at me with an expression I had not seen before. She seemed transfixed by my serenading, but there also seemed to be a look of love in her eyes as well.
“You remember the strangest things,” she said, leaning over to me, kissing me.
“My brain is a repository of all kinds of useless information,” I said, kissing her back.
“You’re funny,” she said, kissing me more deeply now.
“Listen to the rain,” I said quietly, pulling her close to me.
“Yeah, it is kind of relaxing, now that you mention it.” She looked into my eyes, and we both knew what was next. “Come on,” said Sandy, releasing our kiss, and hoisting herself up on the console, then sliding back into the seat of the king cab. It wasn’t a challenging move for her, a dozen years younger than me, and in better shape. I got out and ran back to the rear door, climbing in, a bit rain washed for the effort.
Sandy laughed at me, my shirt now quite wet. She pulled me to her, kissing me, then we held each other in a long embrace. As we parted, she looked at me. “You’re wet!!”
“True,” I said assessing how the rain had soaked through my tshirt in the short time I was outside, “but, as I say, I’m not made of sugar. And not as sweet as you.”
Sandy laughed at that. I had seen her in moments where she was definitely not sweet, but when we were together, it seemed I could always lighten her mood. I also hoped for a taste very soon. In that regard, she was definitely sweet, and a joy to have.
“Well, we can’t have you getting chilled,” she said, pulling the hem of my shirt up and over my head, she kissed me again, now playing her hands through the hair on my chest. I responded by reaching up under her sweater, only to find there was nothing in there but Sandy. I gently squeezed her left breast, taking the nipple and rolling in between my fingers.
“Someone came ready to play,” I teased.
“I took the bra off when I got home. I hate being bound up all the time. It’s nice to let the girls have some freedom.”
“I am not complaining!!” I said, always happy to see Sandy unbound. She fills out a sweater quite nicely, and for 53, she carries those girls proudly. “You fill out a sweater wonderfully. If you were my wife, I’d encourage you to go without all the time.”
Sandy laughed. “Yeah, you would.” She kissed me. Then we kissed some more. I was going to lift her sweater off, but then decided maybe Sandy topless in a Wal Mart parking lot wasn’t the best idea, much as I wanted to feel those soft boobs on my chest. Instead, I reached to her, unbuttoning her jeans, and lifting her ass off the seat. She took the hint, and was soon pulling her mom jeans over her hips and down. I watched as she slid them down her legs and off, now sitting in front of me in just light blue cotton panties and a dark blue sweater. She was gorgeous. All I could do for a moment was look at her, taking in all of her.
“What??” she said, smiling at me.
“For as many times as we’ve done this, and I’ve undressed you, I still marvel at how attractive you are. I can’t help but think every time I see you undressed, how beautiful you are. I’m just in awe.” I leaned forward, kissing her. The kiss lasted well over a minute as we felt each other’s chests, savoring the feel of our bodies.
We finally broke, and I reached to Sandy, now taking the sides of her panties, signalling for her to once again lift up, which she did. I slid them off, and down her legs, revealing what I came for, her reddish blonde pussy, now exposed in all its glory, the outer lips parted to display Sandy’s inner self. I kissed her, and slid her forward, getting her pussy at the edge of the seat. Sandy helped the process by lifting her right leg to the seat, resting her knee on the seat back, opening herself to my impending plunder.
I knelt on the floor between Sandy’s spread thighs, and licked my lips, she drawing in her breath in anticipation. I started about halfway up her left thigh, kissing gently as I got closer and closer to my target, her now opening inner labia. Upon reaching the treasure there, I licked gently up her lips, making her jump, then sigh. I nosed around in her thick pubes, kissing up and down her labia, then licking over her clit again, giving her another jolt. I moved down to her right thigh, repeating the motion, only this time, when I reached her open twat, I licked straight up the middle, lingering on her clit, sucking it gently.
Sandy responded with a long moan as I held onto her little button, taking my head in her hands, cradling it, as I alternately kissed her clit, and licked up and down her labia. I increased the speed and pressure on her, and she squeezed my head hard, so much it was almost painful. Finally, I licked her side to side, and she crashed, her thighs closing around me as she let out a shriek as she came, flooding my face with her sweetness. I held on, easing the pressure on her most sensitive parts until I felt her thighs relax. I kissed those wonderful inner lips and moved away, now getting into position over her, my cock at the ready to plunge into the blonde tunnel I had come to enjoy so much.
I kissed Sandy, my cock resting on her bush, gently stroking back and forth so the shaft ran over her clit. She’d run out of patience, and took my dick in her hand and pulled it to her, putting the head in between her lips, upon which I pushed in, going steadily into her cunt til I felt the head poking at her cervix. She let out a long sigh as I reached her depths. We rocked together for a few moments, allowing me to get good and settled inside her. I didn’t move for a few moments, just savoring the feel of this wonderful woman’s charms around me while we kissed. I slowly started pumping, which she met head on, and we built up a steady pace.
I soon pulled up, taking a more upright position, allowing me to watch as my cock slid in and out of Sandy’s blonde curls and spread labia. Every half dozen strokes or so, I’d pull out and tease her clit with the head, making her jump and giggle as the electricity flowed through her body. Finally, I just kept teasing her clit, rubbing my cock up and down on it. When it became obvious she was going to cum again, I built it til she was starting to whimper and moan, and waited til started to get really wet. I slammed my dick into her, hitting her clit with the base, which sent her into a long moaning orgasm, her hips thrashing around as I hung on.
When she finally regained some composure, I slipped out of her, taking a sitting position on the seat next to her. I looked on as her pussy slowly started to close up. I reached for her, motioning for her come to me. She moved over straddling me.
“I hope you’re going to do the work from underneath,” she kissed me. “That just wore me out!!” She smiled and kissed me.
“I think maybe we’ll take it a little slower from here. You just sit on me, and listen.” It was still raining hard, and was making a resounding drumming on the roof of the truck.
“Wow, it’s still coming down hard,” said Sandy, listening for a moment. I kissed her. Our eyes met as we pulled away.
“You and me and rain on the roof, caught up in a summer shower….” I sang softly. Sandy leaned to me kissing me deeply. I pushed up her sweater, now feeling both tits, making the nipples hard, then letting go, her sweater staying up on them. She fell to me, her tits now resting on my chest. Sandy let out a sigh as we met in a full body press. Our mating, only a few moments ago almost a frenzy, took on a more measured pace, Sandy now just sitting atop me as we gently rocked, listening to the drumming of the rain.
“You and me underneath a roof of tin, pretty comfy feeling how the rain ain’t leakin’ in…” I sang quietly. Sandy responded by kissing me hard.
“You’re really making this rain a lot of fun,” she said as we broke our kiss. “I almost wish I didn’t really have to get to the store. This is very relaxing.” Sandy kissed me again. I leaned back, pushing Sandy back as well. I had a good look at her body as she sat on me, my cock engulfed in her blonde, wet snatch. I looked into her eyes as we noted that the rain had slowed from a deluge to a steady downpour. She lifted ever so slightly, as she’d been doing while we engaged in our slow roll to the next orgasm. It was cool seeing my cock spread her labia. I reached down to play with her clit as we sat together, playing slow, lazy circles on it that made her giggle, then sigh. Sandy looked at me with her bright green eyes, smiling.
“You make loving fun,” she said, not realizing the reference.
“Fleetwood Mac,” I said, to Sandy’s laughter as she had the sudden realization what I was referring to.
“Do you know every song title??” she said, still laughing.
“I told you, I’m a repository of useless information. Here’s another one: ‘Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight, gonna grab some afternoon delight…,’ exactly what I’m doing now,” I said, pulling Sandy close to me, grabbing her ass to pull her pussy tight. She sighed, then let out a quick moan as my dick hit her cervix. She looked at me curiously.
“Starland Vocal Band, from 1976. You were little then, too” I said, playing on her earlier comment about ‘Welcome Back Kotter.’ She laughed as we again started to rock slowly. I looked into her eyes again. “As it happens, I’m getting close to the ‘skyrockets in flight’ part.” I was. Our renewed rocking was getting me to the inevitable conclusion of our rain delay diversion, a fact that Sandy had already picked up on.
“Yeah, I can tell. I’m getting slicker inside, which means you’re leaking in me,” she leaned over to kiss me, “and I can feel you swelling.” Sandy looked at me, giving me a smile of anticipation as she pushed down onto my straining dick. Her eyes fixed on mine. “Give me that afternoon delight. Make me feel the skyrockets.” She kissed me again. “Fill me baby, seed me.”
Sandy leaned back, even as she pushed down harder, grinding her clit into my pubic bone. I felt the tightness of her blonde curls on the hair around my cock, so soft, so erotic. “Cum in me, honey…”
That was all I needed. I was there, spewing long bursts of semen into Sandy’s welcoming cunt, filling and overflowing her as she gazed into my eyes, which then got big as she felt the heat of my cum filling her. She smiled, then let out a long “aaahhhhhhhh…” as I kept shooting, a half dozen or so long spurts, then trailing off, but still overflowing her. She leaned forward to kiss me, and we kissed hard, then more gently as our orgasms trailed off.
The rain had intensified, almost in response to the height of our passion, still going as we finished. Sandy, hearing it on the top of the truck, wasn’t thrilled. Oh great, it’s raining hard again,” she said, sounding exasperated.
“We in a hurry??” I asked??
Sandy looked at me and smiled. “Well, no…but I do need to get in there for some things for dinner.”
“Yeah, I get that,” I said. “As much fun as this little interlude is, I know we both have things we need to do. Give it a few minutes, maybe it’ll let up. It’s been that kind of day, mostly.” I looked at Sandy and kissed her. “Besides, this is kind of cool, just having you on me.” I kissed her again, and we were soon making out.
One of the more interesting facets of my aging process is my ual response. For some reason I can’t explain, I now, in my 60’s, tend to stay hard after I cum, more than when I was younger. Go figure. I had cum in Sandy now a good ten minutes before, and was still standing tall inside her. This was not lost on her, as she could still feel the pulse as my cock throbbed inside her.
She looked at me, almost incredulous. “I can’t believe you’re still hard!! Are we getting another round??”
“Probably not. I do seem to stay hard after I cum more than I did when I was younger. As you’ve noticed, I don’t deflate as quickly as I used to.”
“Yeah, it seems like the last six months or so, you stay up quite a while after you cum in me.”
“Is that a problem?” I asked, knowing it wasn’t.
“Hell, no!!” Sandy kissed me. “I love it. I love how your cock keeps filling me, even after you’ve filled me.” Sandy smiled and kissed me again.
“I have no idea how it happens that way, or why. But I’m not knocking it. And I, too, love how I feel when I’m still hard in you after I’ve blown a good load up inside you. Sitting together, joined as we are, and making out is really sweet. Let’s enjoy each other while it lasts.”
“Mmmmm….I like that,” said Sandy, as we started kissing and exploring each other again.
Eventually, the rain eased up a lot, and I started to lose my hardness. I pulled away from the long kiss we were sharing, and looked at Sandy, who was giving a shudder as my cock slipped from her, releasing a long drool of cum onto her back seat, my cock and balls, and her ass. She dismounted from me, and rolled onto the seat next to me, now leaving a new spot as she continued to leak.
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