Loading...Like clockwork, I happened to be outside around five o’clock, sitting on my front porch and playing the part of the retired widowed gentleman living the life of leisure, and to anyone who happened to go down my road it might have looked like I spent the whole day out there just watching the world go by.
In fact, the gravel road that wound past my house had little traffic, with only an occasional car flying past, usually the result of the driver missing a turn and getting lost. That was the way we liked it – the “we” being my late wife Lois and I – just the two of us out here in the sticks. Now it was just me and I had been solo for a few years, and now the seclusion doesn’t hold the same appeal for me.
It was a bit different these days, and I owed that to my new friend, Rebecca, who had in fact been a neighbor of mine all of her life. The term neighbor translates to her family living down the road close to a quarter mile away, and that made her house the closest to mine.
Rebecca was the youngest of the three children of the Brown household, and the only one still living there with her Mom, her older siblings having moved out and on with their lives. Where her Dad went – well, I didn’t know and out here we don’t ask other folks their business.
I was barely aware of the existence of Rebecca, who I only knew as the girl who rode her bike past my house every once in a while, and since she was the type of girl who didn’t attract too much attention with her looks I suspect she was sort of nondescript to much of the rest of the world too.
That’s not to say that Rebecca was an ugly girl, but she was plain to be sure and the way she dressed did nothing to enhance her looks either. Unlike most girls of her generation, she didn’t dress provocatively. Just the opposite. her clothes were so bland and baggy that it was hard to tell whether she was a boy or a girl.
Rebecca was fond of wearing loose fitting blouses with sleeves that went down to her elbows and worn out blue jeans, even in the warmest weather. This androgynous wardrobe piqued my interest for some reason, so I paid a lot of attention to Rebecca as she went by, and my interest didn’t wane even after I figured out that there wasn’t all that much Rebecca under the baggy clothes.
So what was it about that got my attention during that summer of 1973? Part of it might have come from the fact in time I learned Rebecca was 18, which made me less guilty about mentally undressing her. She didn’t look it though, and I suspect not many other guys had spent much time fantasizing about a young woman who was not very well developed.
Rebecca had curly and rather unkempt very dark brown hair that she probably cut at home to save money, since I suspected that her and her Mom lived rather frugally even by the modest standards of our area. She wore no makeup, which let the evidence of what was probably a bad case of acne in her youth show through. Rebecca’s teeth were nice enough if a bit large, but until recently I hadn’t seen them since she rarely smiled as she went past.
That all changed that one afternoon, when instead of pedaling past on her bike, which was probably older than she was after being passed down through the family, Rebecca was walking alongside it as she went past my house on the way to her own. I was out getting mail out of the box as she approached, and the girl was looking tired and downcast as a result of the chain on the bike having come undone on her journey, so as a result of me wanting to be heroic guy as well as being a bit desperate for human interaction, I offered my help.
Up until that afternoon the only thing we had even done was nod at each other whenever Rebecca passed, but that all changed that day in the course of the half hour or so that it took me to fix Rebecca’s bike. Truth be told, I could have fixed it in a couple of minutes but I took my time and dragged it out.
In that time I learned that Rebecca was not only 18 but almost 19, and had graduated from high school the year before. She biked to and from work in Dolgeville, where she worked at the Rawlings baseball bat factory, and while she hoped to go to college, her Mom and her needed the money so education was put on hold for the time being.
I managed to find all that out during the time I spent on my creaky knees fiddling with the balky chain, but while I was listening attentively my mind was elsewhere, the result of my eyes taking full advantage of my being so close to Rebecca. Maybe it was a result of being celibate for so long, but it was also because Rebecca had certain features that I found very appealing after I got a couple tools and knelt on the grass.
“This shouldn’t take long,” I assured Rebecca as I squinted up at her with the sun at her back.
Being this close to Rebecca for the first time, I noticed that the teen had a bit of a light down above her lip, certainly nothing like a moustache but probably just enough to cause her embarrassment, and she also had a little fuzz around the front of her ears.
Just like Lois, I remember thinking as I recalled my late wife, although my dearly departed spouse’s hair had not been quite as dark and thus less noticeable. My eyes then went to Rebecca’s arms as they held the bike upright for me to work on, and I was pleased to see that her slender forearms, lightly tanned to the elbows, had a rich coating of fine and long dark hairs that fluttered a bit in the breeze.
This unexpected sight was so erotic to me that made it very difficult for me to concentrate on what I was doing to the girl’s bike chain, but thankfully Rebecca was watching my hands which allowed my eyes to roam. I suspect that not many other guys had scrutinized her like I was, but I’m not other guys.
Rebecca’s sleeve, so loosely draped on her slender elbow, hung low as she reached over to hold the bike for me, so despite feeling guilty I allowed myself to lean forward so I could get an unobstructed view up her sleeve. This was the 90’s, not the 60’s, so my expectations were tempered by the reality of the times.
Such a slender arm, I noted as I looked up past when the tan line ended and the extremely pale skin began, and it was then that I dropped my wrench. My fumbling forced me to briefly tear my eyes away from the most wonderful sight imaginable that had startled me so.
“Hurt yourself?” I heard Rebecca ask when I fumbled the tool, but I assured the girl that I was fine but merely butter-fingered as I retrieved the wrench and tried to resume subtly looking up the poor girl’s sleeve.
Rebecca has a secret, I remembered thinking as I peered into the dark recess while my erection tried to rip through my boxer shorts, something that hadn’t happened in quite a while. I only wished I could have gotten a clearer view of what seemed to be an incredibly bushy armpit hidden way up Rebecca’s sleeve, and to say that this didn’t make the heart of this child of the sixties flutter would be an understatement.
After I had milked the easy bike repair for as long as I dared I was forced to stand up carefully while attempting to shield from Rebecca’s eyes what was a very obvious problem in the front of my pants. Not only was my erection making a tent in my baggy trousers but my swollen member had been leaking, causing a large wet stain in the front.
After accepting Rebecca’s profuse thanks she went pedaling home, while I went back to the garage to put away my tools. After that I found myself behind the shed in the seclusion of my backyard, where I let my trousers drop to my knees along with my boxers while I replayed the image of Rebecca in my mind.
Jerking off like a teenager, I felt no shame as I stroked my vein-riddled cock to climax, and after squeezing out every last drop of seed I was happy that although my knees ached and my back groaned there was something attached to me that still worked fine.
***
After that day I made a point of being out on my porch every afternoon to see Rebecca as she pedaled home, and she made a point of stopping to chat each day. We were becoming friends, and although I felt guilty about my ulterior motives in the beginning, she was adorable in her naive and shy way.
I managed to find a place on the porch which would afford me the best chance for what I hoped was a subtle way of looking at Rebecca’s hidden treasures, and the teen usually inadvertently accommodated me by stopping at the base of the steps and holding onto the rail with her left hand while staying on the bike.
If Rebecca was aware of my maneuverings in order to casually stare up the loose confines of her sleeve, she didn’t let on. Each weekday Rebecca would stop at the porch, and as the days went by our chats became more and more personal, although not anything that was in horrible taste or anything.
I asked whether she had a boyfriend one day, and Rebecca sadly shook her head in response. When I suggested that there must be something wrong with the guys in this area to not be all over a treasure like her, Rebecca laughed and blushed.
I asked whether she had gone to her prom in her senior year but I could tell that was a mistake because I could sense the sadness in her negative response. Rebecca offered that the night of her Prom she actually had a date of sorts, the only date she said she had ever had, but when I asked her for details she said that she had to get home.
The next afternoon I reminded her that the day before she had teased me about a date she had, and I was eager to hear all about it.
“Hey, an old guy like me has to live vicariously through other people, and you’re the only friend I have,” I said, and added an edge of sadness to my voice as I spoke.
That wasn’t an act either, because I had come to cherish the time Rebecca spent with me. The conversations reminded me of how lonely I was and how bad my isolation had become.
“It wasn’t really a date,” Rebecca explained.
“What was it then?”
“I dunno. Todd was just a kid at school, and he wasn’t going to the Prom either,” Rebecca told me. “I think he was too ashamed to take me to the Prom, even though he’s no great shakes himself.”
“Why would anybody be ashamed to be with you?” I asked innocently. “You’re cute and smart.”
“No I’m not,” Rebecca said. “You know why.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Yes you do, Mr. Jackson,” Rebecca said, her face turns a bit red as she avoided my eyes. “I’ve seen you looking at me.”
“What?” I said with a start, but Rebecca wasn’t referring to my peeking up her sleeves but instead was speaking of the way my eyes would go to her forearms and the down that covered them.
“I know I’m – the school nurse said I was hirsute,” Rebecca said softly.
“I don’t know about that, Rebecca. I didn’t know you were aware of my staring at your arms, but you aren’t that unusual. My wife, she also had nice furry arms like yours and I guess you make me think of her,” I confessed. “That’s something I find very attractive in a woman.”
“They always made fun of me at school,” Rebecca said as she kicked at the ground with her sneaker. “In Gym and stuff. The girls always said that no boys wanted to be with someone like me. They called me ape girl.”
“Kids can be cruel,” I agreed. “I think you’ll find that there are a lot of men who will find you very attractive just as you are.”
“Not so far they haven’t. It’s not just my arms either. I’m like that all over.”
“My wife was too,” I told Rebecca, although I suspected that Rebecca was in another league if her arms were any indication. “She never let it bother her and as for me, I assure you that I enjoyed every furry bit of her. Lois – she didn’t shave either.”
“How…” Rebecca asked, and it was then that she realized I was looking up her sleeve. “Omigod. My Mom – she never used to let me shave. She said if I did I would get even more hairy, like she did when she was growing up.”
“I don’t think that’s true,” I said about that old wives’ tale. “But you’re 18 now so if it really bothered you you could shave.”
“No reason too. I mean, I never wear anything without sleeves.”
“I know,” I said. “I always keep hoping that you would, because I think your arms are beautiful and I would love to see you wear something without sleeves so I could get a nice look at them.”
“Omigod, I would die of embarrassment. The guys at work don’t like me much as it is, and if they ever saw me – it would be a nightmare.”.
“I have bunch of things that Lois used to wear,” I said. “Vintage stuff like tie-dyed tank-tops. If you want them I would love for you to have them.”
“I could never.”
“Oh. Wearing a dead woman’s clothes creep you out?”
“No, it’s just that – I’m really self-conscious about my body.”
“For no reason.”
“I better go,” Rebecca said, “Got to take a bath. I’m all sweaty.”
“It’s a hot one alright,” I said, having noticed the sweat stains under the arms of her blouse since she arrived. “Supposed to be hotter tomorrow.”
“Wish we had a shower at home. All we have is a tub, and I hate sitting there in my own yucky.”
“I have a shower,” I offered. “You’re welcome to take one here if you want.”
“Couldn’t, but thanks,” Rebecca said.
“A nice cool shower – and I wouldn’t dry you off unless you wanted.”
Rebecca snorted at that and I apologized at being so forward, but she said she knew I was only kidding.
“Well, only a little. I know I’m an old coot but if I was your age I would give anything to go to Proms or anything else with you. I think you’re adorable and you being natural only makes you more beautiful.”
“You’re just being nice. Me not shaving isn’t really a statement. I think it’s more a case of who cares because nobody’s going looking.”
“Now you know different. As for being nice, I think it’s more like being honest,” I corrected while directing the conversation back. “Now what about this date you had with what’s-his-name?”
“Todd?” Rebecca asked. “Not much to tell. He asked me if I wanted to go out with him, but what he wanted to do was go buy some beer and go into the woods and mess around.”
“Nothing wrong with that. I did that plenty back in the day. So tell me about it.”
“You going to tell my Mom?”
“I haven’t seen your Mom in years, Rebecca. Besides, you’re my friend, and I would never do anything to hurt you.”
“We just drank beer and then he started – kissing me and stuff,” Rebecca confessed.
“Nice. Lucky guy.”
“He told me I didn’t know how to kiss good,” Rebecca admitted. “I never did it to anybody – except my pillow.”
“If he had a brain and was any good at it himself he would have helped you learn,” I said as I leaned forward in anticipation of hearing this innocent telling. “So did anything else happen? Just between us?”
“He took out his – you know – his thing.”
“Oh,” I said while enjoying Rebecca’s face turn beet red. “Did you two make love?”
“Omigod no,” she gasped. “I could never with a guy like that, but he had me kiss it.”
“Nothing to be embarrassed about honey,” I said.
“He wanted me to do other stuff but I wouldn’t,” Rebecca maintained. “I did do something though.”
I asked her what that was and she made a little motion with her hand in explanation.
“Didn’t know how to do that either.”
“I’m sure you did fine,” I assured her, the thought of Rebecca jerking this guy off making my own cock hard. “Did he do anything to you?”
“I can’t believe I’m telling you all this. You must think I’m a whore.”
“Don’t be silly. I don’t think anything of the sort. In fact, I’m very jealous of this Todd. What did he do to you? You can tell me.”
“I let me touch me,” she finally admitted.
“Where? Your breasts?”
“No. Lower.”
“Oh. Was it nice?”
“Not really. He told me…”
“What did he tell you?” I practically begged.
“Todd said I was so hairy down there he could hardly find the hole,” Rebecca said.
“Silly kid,” I said. “The problem was that he was a boy trying to do a man’s job.”
“I better go.”
“Sure you don’t want to take a shower here?” I repeated. “Nice and cool water.”
“No, thanks though.”
“Maybe sometime?” I asked hopefully.
“I dunno.”
“I’m hairy too, if that would make you feel better.”
“I know,” Rebecca said. “I can see it sticking out of the neck of your shirt.”
“Is that a good thing? Do you like hairy guys?” I said with a chuckle.
“Don’t know. I would like anybody who liked me, or didn’t laugh at me.”
“I like you, and I’m not laughing.”
“I know, that’s why I like talking to you. You make me feel grown-up. At home, even at work, everybody treats me like a kid. Gotta go.”
I walked my young friend ride away, wishing that I could become her age if only for one day.
***
The next afternoon the heat wave was interrupted by a wicked thunderstorm, and while I remembered that Rebecca said that her mother would pick her up from work if there was bad weather, I decided to hop into my pick-up truck and drive into town.
Rebecca was walking her bike up the steep hill that ended up in downtown Dolgeville, a virtual mountain that was probably fun to ride down but near impossible to climb on a old bike without gears like Rebecca’s.
I beeped as I made a U-turn, and after I got over to Rebecca she recognized me. Getting out, I grabbed her bike and put it in the back of my pick-up and had Rebecca hop in the cab with me.
“I thought your Mom picked you up when it’s nasty out,” I asked as I looked over at Rebecca who was dripping wet and adorable looking.
“She has to work until 9 tonight,” Rebecca said. “I didn’t want to hang around until then. Did you come down here to pick me up?”
“Sure, just in case. I’m glad I did.”
“Thank you,” Rebecca said, and it almost looked like the water on her cheeks wasn’t rain. “That was nice of you.”
“What are friends for?” I said. “We’ll get you home so you can get those wet clothes off.”
“No reason to get home,” Rebecca commented. “Nobody there. Can we stop at your house – unless you have something to do.”
“Me?”
“I dunno. I kind of like our talks.”
“Me too. My place it is,” I replied, the prospect of getting to spend some time with my friend making me in a hurry to get home for once, and I was wondering whether I could make her dinner or something to keep her around until the rain stopped.
***
“Your house is nicer than ours,” Rebecca said as I let her into the kitchen, and seeing that my house was no great shakes meant that hers was equally worn down.
“It’s too big for one person,” I said as I went to get a couple of towels. “Here you go.”
Rebecca dried her hair as best she could, which at least helped stop the dripping from her bangs, and after I sat down on a chair I took a towel myself.
“Can I?” I asked while reaching over with the towel and putting it in her forearm.
“Okay,” Rebecca said, and only then did I rub the soft cotton over her forearm.
Silly old fool, I told myself while rubbing the wet skin and the hair that was plastered against her arm with the towel. Getting excited and using this as an excuse to touch Rebecca was sad but as the hair dried and when back to being fluffy and light my cock felt ready to erupt in my pants.
“Sorry,” I said when the towel slipped out of my grasp and I found my palm rubbing her furry arm.
“It’s okay,” Rebecca said. “I do that to myself sometimes. It feels nice. Don’t stop. Please?”
“Honey – I – the things that are going through my mind…”
“I know,” she said, her tiny voice barely audible. “I didn’t understand at first, but…”
Rebecca nodded downwards toward my lap and the obscene bulge that made a comical tent of the fabric.
“It isn’t right,” I said as she stood there in front of me while my hands let go of the towel and let my bony fingers stroke her arms. “I feel like an old vulture taking advantage of you.”
“Can I take a shower?” Rebecca asked. “I’m probably smelly.”
Maybe she was after working and biking all day, but I didn’t care about that.
“Can I help you take off your clothes?” I asked, and Rebecca swallowed hard and nodded.
Quite a pair we made. Rebecca was hyperventilating and I was trying to get my fingers to stop shaking long enough to unbutton her baggy blouse. When I got to the bottom I pulled it off her bony shoulders and set it aside.
Rebecca was wearing a bra that was probably handed down through her sisters, a worn harness that might not have been a training bra but not much more than that, and the cups were not filled either. There was a tiny blue flower in the middle of the bra, and that hid the hook and held the thing together.
“Not good at this,” I mumbled, but when I looked up at Rebecca she had her eyes screwed shut as I undid the single hook and let the bra open up.
“So beautiful,” I heard myself whisper while the undergarment opened up and exposed Rebecca’s breasts, which were mostly all aureola and nipple that were a dark crimson – almost brownish in hue, the lemon-sized orbs standing up firm.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are,” I told her as she opened her eyes, and she didn’t resist when my hands cupped the little treasures and gently squeezed them, feeling the sizable pegs stiffen into my palms.
There were a few hairs on the outer circle of her plump aureolas that I found adorable, and that brought my eyes over to Rebecca’s arms which were pinned to her sides, but even with that there was hair peeking out of the fold.
“Sure you want to take a shower?” I asked before leaning over and kissing the exposed hairs, tasting the tart moisture and wanting to lick her clean.
“Please.”
“Can I dry you off afterward?” I asked as Rebecca cupped her hands over her breasts, and as she nodded I glanced down at the waistband of her jeans which had slid down below her navel.
Underneath the little belly button I could see the treasure trail that grew up to the navel, as well as what seemed to be the timberline of her pubic hair peeking over the elastic of her panties, so it was with great reluctance that I let her head off to the bathroom.
***
In the five minutes or so that Rebecca was in the shower I paced around like a trapped animal, wondering exactly what I was going to do, or better yet what Rebecca wanted me to do.
My trousers were a mess, since my cock had been leaking sap during those magical moments back at the kitchen table, so I took them off and hurried into my bedroom to change my boxers shorts which were dripping with my pre-cum.
I looked at my cock, which stuck out almost straight in front of me, and I wished it wasn’t so hideous. The uncut rod was all veiny, and while I had never before wished it wasn’t so big, maybe Rebecca wasn’t ready for this much of an old man.
I put on a fresh pair of boxers and went back to the bathroom, dropping the toilet seat lid and sitting there with fresh towels ready when Rebecca emerged. The shower spray eventually turned off, and my heart was racing as I looked at the shadowy image on the other side of the curtain.
Rebecca peeked out from around the curtain and made a face when she saw me sitting there in my underwear, which I could understand give the circumstances
“Um – can you turn off the light?” she asked.
“If you you want,” I responded, and I went and hit the switch, which left the bathroom pretty dark except for the light that came in from the living room windows out in the house proper.
“Okay?” I asked of the damp nymphet after I went back to the seat, and it was only then that Rebecca emerged with her tiny hands doing their best to cover all of her private parts.
“Still kind of bright,” Rebecca said as she stood on the bath mat in front of the tub, and when I motioned for her to come over to me she added, “I’m still dripping.”
“That’s what the towels are for,” I said with a smile, but I began to feel bad about how uncomfortable Rebecca was with an old pervert like me staring at her. “Unless you would rather I didn’t.”
“Would that be okay?” Rebecca asked after giving this whole idea some more thought, while I tried not to look at the wild jungle of hair between her legs that spread far greater than her hand could hide.
“If you would rather, honey,” I said, reluctantly standing up and trying to hide the sight of me in my boxers in a state that was far beyond aroused.
“Mr. Phelps?” Rebecca squeaked as I began to leave her. “Never mind. You can stay.”
***
I obediently sat back down on the throne and held my towel while Rebecca padded over to me, her slender body glistening from the shower, and then I was drying her tiny breasts as she let her hand down.
“Lift your arms for me honey,” I asked, and with considerable reluctance Rebecca raised her arms. “Higher babe. Put your hands behind your head.”
Rebecca did as I asked, exposing her glorious pits to me and for really the first time I had an unobstructed view of what had to be the hairiest armpits imaginable. The towel dried and fluffed the bushy hollows while a clearly embarrassed Rebecca kept her eyes screwed slut.
“You’re beautiful Rebecca,” my voice squeaked as my eyes went down her lithe body to her belly button, and the pubic jungle that started just below the indentation. “Please don’t ever think otherwise.”
The triangle that covered her delta was thick and wild but even outside that V the hair also grew – albeit a bit less densely – on the insides of her skinny thighs.
“Oh!” Rebecca moaned when the towel rubbed against what felt like very prominent labia hidden in the jungle.
My cock had come out of the opening of the fly of my boxers and stuck out there ugly and angry looking, with pre-cum practically pouring out of it as it throbbed uncontrollably.
“Omigod!” Rebecca gasped, and when I looked up I saw her shocked expression upon my young friend seeing my exposed organ arching up toward her.
“Sorry honey. I didn’t mean that. Let’s go into the bedroom – you don’t have to do anything. I swear. It’s too uncomfortable in here.”
We walked down the hall, with Rebecca looking at my cock like it was a cobra ready to strike, and when we got there I had Rebecca lay on the bed on her stomach while I took the time to lose my boxer shorts.
“Let me help you relax, honey,” I said as I knelt down by her knees and looked at her skinny yet fairly shapely legs which seemed to be shaved up to her knees, leaving a nice coating of dark down on the backs of her legs.
I began rubbing her legs from the ankles up, and although Rebecca jumped at my first touch she didn’t stop me and my hands worked their way up, and as I got to her downy thighs when I kneaded her flesh I tried to gently part her pert little butt cheeks as I tried to find out whether that darkness between her cheeks was hair or shadows.
It was hair. I found that out quite clearly when my fingers kneaded her buttocks, and it was all I could do to not just spread her ass cheeks and bury my face into the rich brown curls to try and find her anus but I resisted the temptation because there was so much more I wanted to see.
Massaging Rebecca’s back, I had to be careful to not be too probing with my hands because she was so slender it might hurt her, although I did let my fingers knead a little more deeply on her shoulders.
Before I rolled her over I let my fingers slide under her arms to savor the feel of her bushy armpits, enjoying the little giggle and the squirm that followed, but then I could wait no more.
Rebecca let me roll her over, clearly embarrassed to be seen naked and being examined more closely than any doctor would dare, but I tried to give her a grandfatherly smile as I took her wrist in my hands.
“No reason to hide yourself honey,” I explained as I took her hands from over her breasts and with little resistance brought her hands up towards the headboard of the bed. “You’re much too beautiful to do that.”
Indeed she was. Although I know that many men would not agree I found the sight of my frightened little waif and her hirsute body so erotic that my heart was racing madly as the sweat poured down my face.
Stretching Rebecca’s arms up like that make her breasts all but disappear, and with the thick tufts of hair that filled the tiny hollows of her exposed armpits I suppose that made her look a bit androgynous, although the over-sized aureolas were very womanly and there was nothing but hair between her legs.
Rebecca looked so frightened – and it was no act either. I saw her glance over at my cock, which was still hard as a rock, and the fear that was in her eyes told me that while she had certainly seen guys before, she likely hadn’t seen one the size of mine.
Besides the rather prodigious length of my cock, the myriad of veins that ran almost the entire 9″ of my uncut tool made it look a bit threatening as well. Add that to the fact that I was so aroused that pre-cum was drooling out of the tip and it was no wonder the poor thing was scared. I was scared myself – scared that I was loosing control of myself.
My hands massaged the front of Rebecca as I had the back, using my fingers to lightly work over her soft skin. As I massaged the swells of Rebecca’s breasts I watched her nipples blossom even more, seeming to throb like my cock was.
I saved Rebecca’s hairy parts for last. After managing to lift my leg over the girl so I was straddling her waist – and I could feel her bush against my butt – I let my fingernails gently rake through the sexy jungles under her arms, and after she shuddered once Rebecca seemed to enjoy the sensation although I didn’t know if she felt much because of the thicknes of the hair.
While my fingernails fluffed of the already bushy pits even more, I stifled a chuckled when I remembered Rebecca telling me that her mother forbid her to shave because that would make it grow more. Not only was the old wives tale silly, I couldn’t see how Rebecca’s armpits could have gotten more hairy since the gentle hollows under her slender arms were already overflowing, but I was grateful that she hadn’t taken a razor to herself.
I was leaving a puddle of semen on Rebecca’s stomach since my cock was drooling non-stop, so I chose to slide down to her other furry part. Rebecca’s eyes widened when she saw where I was headed, and I guess while she probably thought my armpit play was harmless it was clear that this was going to up the ante.
Rebecca’s legs were slightly parted already but when I got down between her thighs they opened wide. What an amazing bush she had! As I ran my hands over her hips I marveled at the sight of the wild jungle of dark brown – almost black – curls that filled her delta and overflowed a bit onto the sides.
Rebecca’s pubic hair started just below her pert navel where a tiny trail of black hairs began, and then the row widened until it reached the timberline of her bush. The hair grew so densely that I couldn’t see her pussy, but I knew it was there and after I raked my fingers through the jungle I felt the wetness.
“Oohhh!” Rebecca gasped when my fingers found the lips of her sex, her body shaking at the contact.
“Just relax Rebecca,” I said as I leaned down, my eyes looking up at the girl who was still in the same position I had left her, as if I had tied her wrists to the headboard.
Her pubic hair felt like a cloud around my cheeks as I eased my face into the thicket and the scent of her pussy sent a shiver down my spine, but nothing like what the taste of her sex did to me. I had no idea how much I missed that tart taste and that delicious aroma until my tongue dipped in.
For the next few minutes I became an animal. While I tried to be a bit artful at first, using my tongue like a surgeon using a scalpel, in no time I was lapping at the girl like a feral dog, gripping her butt in an effort to get more of my tongue inside of Rebecca.
As for her, although Rebecca’s thighs against my ears blocked out a lot of sound, it was clear that she was enjoying this and made me glad I had no neighbors nearby to hear her squeals and moaning.
She came at least twice, and after the second time her body went a bit limp. I lifted my face from the now sopping wet bush and saw Rebecca’s flushed face and heaving chest, and I knew that it was time.
I got up on my knees, my cock still throbbing and dripping, and as I looked down first at the pussy that was there waiting and then at Rebecca who looked at me with eyes that seemed resigned to what was going to happen, I stopped.
“Did you like that honey,” I asked as I crawled up beside Rebecca, who seemed confused but relieved.
“It was amazing,” she said as she got up on her elbow and faced me. “It wasn’t like when I play with myself, that’s for sure.”
“I’m glad. I enjoyed it as much as you did,” I assured her, chuckled when she reached over and plucked an errant hair from my face.
“But you,” Rebecca said, nodding down at my cock which was pointing back at us. “You didn’t.”
“That’s okay.”
“I though for a second there you were going to – you know?” she explained, and I nodded. “I probably wouldn’t have stopped you. I was feeling really confused and excited.”
“I know, and it wasn’t because I didn’t want to either because I did – more that you’ll ever know,” I confessed. “But your first time should be with someone special. Not some old coot like me.”
“You aren’t an old coot but thank you, although I doubt I’ll even find anybody who gets excited by me,” she mused. “Not like you do.”
“I’m sure you will honey. You’re special and I know that somebody will love you just the way you are,” I said.
“Can I?” Rebecca asked, nodding down at my cock which had only lost a little enthusiasm. “I kinda liked playing with Todd’s that time.”
“Sure,” I said and I reached over and grabbed a bottle of lotion that I used frequently and Rebecca giggled when I admitted, “I use this a lot.”
“Hard to imagine you doing that,” she said while squirting some in her palm and rubbing her hands together.
“Nobody else here usually,” I explained while cupping my hands behind my head and watching Rebecca look at my cock. “Usually when I do it I’m thinking of one of two beautiful women, and you’re one of them. Embarrassed?”
“A little, but it kinda makes me feel good too,” Rebecca admitted, and before going to work looked back up at me and giggled, and I joined her after she noted, “I’ve got more hair under my arms than you do.”
“Now if I do this wrong tell me,” Rebecca informed me, and then she reached over and lifted my cock upright. “Wow. Heavy.”
Rebecca wrapped one hand around the base and then put her other hand right above that one.
“I need more hands,” Rebecca said as she looked at the end of my cock which was still uncovered, the shape of the head of my cock visible through the shroud.
“You’re doing great Rebecca,” I told she as she squeezed my cock. “Can’t you tell?”
“I can feel it getting harder – bigger too,” she said as she began to move her hands up and down, and then after looking up at me she lowered her head and took the tip in her mouth to suck on it for a minute, making me wish it wasn’t drooling all over the place.
“That’s it honey,” I said as Rebecca straightened up and began running her hands up and down my now very stiff cock, and that was how I would cum a couple minutes later, getting a hand job from a wild-eyed teen who was really getting into it at the end.
“Pretty soon honey,” I said, interrupting Rebecca who had ducked down for another taste of my cock head, and as she pumped away I arched my back as the orgasm raced through me.
I used to cum like a geyser, and while I couldn’t do that any more at my age I did pop a good load, all the while Rebecca was cackling while my cum flew all over the place.
“Tell me when to stop,” Rebecca said after I stopped cumming and began to go limp.
“Never,” I kidded, enjoying the way she looked at the cum which she was now squeezing out of the foreskin of my flaccid dick.
“Okay,” Rebecca said. “This is fun. Maybe next time I’ll suck on it more. That was kinda neat.”
“Next time?” I said hopefully.
“Well, if you want me to that is.”
“Consider it an open invitation.”
“If I keep pulling on you will it get hard again?”
“There was a time,” I mused. “Unfortunately, when you get older things don’t work as well.”
“You really shot a lot out when you came. Is that because your dick is so big?” Rebecca asked with a studious look on her face.
“No, it was because – I don’t know. I was very excited and you’re so sexy. Maybe that was why.”
“I’m not sexy,” Rebecca said. “But the way you looked at me and the way you touched me? I sorta felt like I was.”
“Going to have to go soon,” Rebecca lamented after glancing over at the clock. “Can I come over tomorrow after work?”
“Of course, and I’ll come down to the foot of the hill to pick you up. That hill is murder.”
“I burn out my brakes going down because if I didn’t I would be passing cars,” she explained. “One time I lost it and went over the side, almost flew into the creek.”
“Well, you be careful,” I said as I watched Rebecca climb off the bed and get her clothes together, the sight of the hair between her perky butt cheeks when she bent over making me give myself a mental note for next time.
Next time. When I thought about that it made me realize that it had been so long since I had something to look forward too that I had forgotten how good that felt.