Man Flu 5: A Neighbor in Need (Short) (Patreon)

I just put out the most recent stand alone Plus Short so here is last month's for the rest of you.  A big thanks for my Reader Plus pals for helping to decide the character combination and helping to build the characters through the polls.  I hope you all enjoy the story!  😄

(Fair warning to any Readers thinking of making the jump to Reader Plus this month, the bonus story this month is a male-on-male best friends to lovers story.  Yes one of them is feminine looking, but it is still gay as hell.  lol)

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Metal scrapes asphalt one last time as I push the final furrow of snow from the driveway to heave it up onto the mountainous ridge of the white stuff that now rose nearly taller than me.

“Whoooo!”

A great cloud of breath hits the still, frigid air to hang there for a second or two before slowly rising toward the flawless azure sky only to be dissipated by the sun’s brilliant rays a moment later.  Turning around I survey my handiwork.  Two walkways, two front steps, two neighboring driveways, and the connected stretch of sidewalk were now all now shoveled clear of the massive dump of precipitation last night’s blizzard had left behind.  Nothing like a job well done or an act of kindness to make me feel good inside, and this was both at once.  I stab the shovel into the snowy mound beside me to pull of my cap and gloves.  Despite the near record January low it was a sauna inside of my thick goose down parka after all that effort. I pocket the items then unzip my coat to allow a bit of the refreshing cold inside.

“Hahhh.”  I face the sun with a smile and admire the beauty the contrast of lily white snow clinging to the dark upper boughs of the towering white pines at the end of the street.  All was still.  All was quiet.  What a beautiful day.  “Heaven.”  The sound of a straining engine and tires spinning on ice pulls my attention back the other way where I see a familiar silver Outback pushing its all-wheel drive to the limits as its driver powered through the arduous road conditions.  “Damn it.”

I’d just been caught red-handed.  The owner of that station wagon, my lovely neighbor Wendy, was also the owner of the very driveway that I had just cleared and was now standing on.  I had hoped to do the deed incognito as a nice surprise for her when she got home from work this evening.  As far as I knew it wasn’t even lunchtime yet so I was as surprised to see her as she was to see me.  I consider briefly beating a retreat but she would almost certainly see me go, if she hadn’t spotted me already.  Besides, with our two houses being a couple of the only ones on the block that were already shoveled it wouldn’t have been difficult for her deduce who her snow angel had been.  With nothing else for it I was going to have to just wait and accept what came.

I stand at the edge of the drive to give her plenty of space and I am able to catch the exact moment that she spots me and sees what I had done as she does a double take.  Unfortunately that split second diversion was enough for her car to slide out of the rut she’d been riding so the nose caught a bit of the heavy snow to kill the momentum she’d had.

“Uh oh.”  I hurry out onto the street.  Getting behind the car I place my bare hands on the cold, dirty metal of the rear door and lean my weight and strength into helping it into motion again.  As the engine strains I heave and foot by foot we guide the vehicle toward the driveway.  Predictably, though not predicted by me sadly, the moment her front tires meet the cleared driveway the car gains traction.  The car glides into its spot with ease…leaving me face down and half buried in snow in its wake.

“OH!”  Wendy exclaims as she comes racing up to check on me.  “Henry!  Oh my God, are you okay?”

With her help I get to my feet laughing.  “Nothing bruised but my pride.”  I brush the snow from my sweater and jeans, as well as the inside of my parka.  “I was just complaining to myself that I was too hot.  That’ll cool me off in a hurry.  Ha!”

“Your glasses!”  She fishes my specs from out of the snow and hands them to me, then helps to brush the snow away from my coat.  “Silly man.  What are you doing out here?  It’s freezing out here!”

I am smiling as I clean my glasses and watch her fuss over me.  Any man would smile to have such a good looking woman fussing over him.  Even if that woman was old enough to be his mom.

“Well, I thought I’d get some fresh air and get my walk cleared in the process.”  I slip my glasses back on.  “I’m not as brave as you on these roads so my usual gym trip was out.  I figured this could be my workout.”

She looks up at me and I am struck, as I always was, on just how stunningly gorgeous she was.  I was biased of course.  One was always biased when it came to judging their first secret crush.  But biased or no, Wendy was a looker by any standard.  She had long, wavy chestnut hair, a slender though nice curvy figure that even her long winter coat could not fully conceal, and THE most striking cinnamon brown eyes I had ever seen in my life.  Though today those beautiful eyes looked so very weary and dulled by sadness.  It was a melancholy that I had only seen growing over the past year to the point where I was actually starting to become concerned for her.  Which was a part of what inspired me to do my good deed today.

I had known Wendy my whole life from my frequent visits to my grandparents place as I was growing up.  She and her husband Tom lived next door to them since before I was born nearly twenty-one years ago.  I had spent many a happy time exploring the forests with Gus and Woodrow, her two boys, and the other neighborhood kids and been to who knows how many of her and Tom’s famous neighborhood barbecues.  When I inherited my grandparent’s house and moved just over a year ago I returned to find the house next door a much changed place.  The boys were grown up and moved out, Tom had left just a few months before, and Wendy was now alone in a too big, too quiet house that once rang out with life and laughter.

As she gazes into my eyes I continue to beam my infectious smile hoping that my cheer might lift her spirits even for a moment.  What happens instead was the complete opposite.  Looking from me, back to the clear driveway, then back to me again I see tears begin to well in her perfect brown eyes!

“Oh!  Um…”  My words fail me as I witness a dozen emotions play out across the poor woman’s face.  She seemed happy and angry and hurt and touched and I don’t even know what else all at once.  “It was nothing.”

“Why?”  She gasps as the tears start to flow.  “Why did you do this, Henry?”  She slaps my chest with her mitten.  “Why!?”

“Uh…I…I just thought it would be nice.”

“It was!”  She says on the verge of crying.  “It was so nice!”  She turns away from me and covers her face as she begins to weep.  “Why?”

“Heyyy!”  Seeing a soul in pain my instincts take over.  I step to her and put my arms around her.  With a gentlemanly pat to her shoulder I say softly.  “It was no big deal.  Really.  Don’t cry, Wendy.”

“Do you know how long it’s been…since a man did something nice for me?”  She heaves with a heavy sob.  “You shouldn’t have done this.”

“Oh, well, um…I wanted to.”

“Stupid man.”  She lets out a long breath and leans her weight into me as she buries her face in my chest.  “Stupid, stupid man.”

I pat her and stroke her feeling damned awkward, but also glad that I was here to help.  “It’s okay, Wendy.  It’s okay.”

“Sorry.”  She pulls away from me and dries her wet eyes before her lashes could freeze.  She lets out a tired sigh and whispers.  “I’m sorry, Henry.”

“It’s cool.”

As she collects herself she looks around the shoveled area again, this time with a look of deep gratitude.  “I can’t believe you did all this.  Thank you so much, Henry.”  She says.  “You always were such a nice boy.  Let me pay you something.”

“No way.”  I say firmly.  “That’s not why I did it and I don’t need the money.  Also, respectfully Wendy, I’m not a boy.”

This gets a chuckle from her.  “No.  I suppose your not.”  With a sniffle and a smile she asks.  “At least let me make you lunch?”

“Deal!”  I nod.

“Great.”  She says, hugging herself against the cold.  “Now let’s get inside.  With your jacket open you’re making me cold just looking at you!”  I follow along as she returns to her car to get her purse then leads me toward the front door.  “Downtown’s a ghost town.  I was the only one to actually make it into the office.  With nothing going on I came home early.”

“Snow days are the best.”  She unlocks her door and the pair of us step into her entryway quickly so as not to let too much heat escape.  “Woah!  This place has really changed.”

As I peer through into her living room and the attached dining room beyond I am struck by transformation from when I’d been inside of this house last.  The typical family home decor had been replaced by hobby rooms.  The living room had been made into an artists studio with paints, thinners, a stool, an easel, blank canvases galore, and host of completed oil paintings.  Once the outdoor air was shut off the first thing to hit my nose was that unique and unmistakable aroma of a painter’s studio.  Beyond that the dining room had been turned into a small home gym complete with rower, stationary bike, and one of those all-in-one weight machines right in the center.

“It was always so hot in the attic so I moved my painting room down here.”  She explains.  “And Tom left his fitness stuff behind.  Since I can’t go to the gym I figured I might as well put it to use, but I didn’t like working out in the stinky garage so I brought it in here.”

“Well, sure.  Make the place yours, right?”

“Exactly.”

“It’s cool that you still paint.”  I say.  “I’ve actually got one of yours in my upstairs hallway.”

“What?  You serious?”

“Yeah.”  I say.  “I saw it at the gallery last year and fell in love.  The way you captured that sky, incredible.  Snapped it up on the spot.  Chequamegon Morning.”

“Oh!  You got that?  Huh.”  She says.  “You always did show an interest.”

“I’m no artist but I sure do love the stuff.”  I say.  “So why can’t you go to the gym?”

“Huh?”  I catch a little blush rise across her fair cheeks.  “Well, uh, it’s just, um…oh my God.”  She laughs.  “You are a mess!”  Taking my parka from me she hangs it up.

“Yeah.” I rub my damp curly black hair.  “I worked up a bit of a sweat out there.”

“Why don’t you grab yourself a shower while I fix us something.”  She gives a nod toward the stairs.  “You know the way.  There are towels and a spare robe in the closet at the end of the hall. Bring your wet clothes down and I’ll get them dried for you.”

“A shower?”  My brows rise.  “Why Wendy!  You’re just trying to get me naked!”

“Oh please.  I’m older than your mother.”  She says as she rolls her eyes.  “And even if I did catch a glimpse, I had two sons.  You’ve got nothing I haven’t seen before.  Now get going.”

“You won’t peek?”

“No, Henry, I won’t peek.”

“Aw.  Where’s the fun in that?”

“GET!”

We both laugh as I scamper up the stairs to take my shower.  Unlike the downstairs I discover the upstairs to be eerily identical to the last time I’d been here.  The hall looked the same, the office looked the same, and with for the complete lack of men’s products the bathroom looked the same.  As for the rooms, if I hadn’t have known better I would have sworn that her two sons were still living here such was the condition of their bedrooms.  Peeking into the master bedroom it too looked much the same, and yet…I could sense a change.  There was something so lonely about it now.  The differences were subtle.  The lack of male clothes, the absence of a few of Tom’s items and photos, and the way that the only pillows on the right side of the huge bed had an indentation all spoke to the fact that Wendy slept alone here.  I felt for her, but I had faith that she would find happiness again someday.  She was still young enough and attractive enough that I knew she wouldn’t be single for long.  I was surprised she wasn’t dating again already honestly.  I mean, she was so damn HOT!  Whatever middle aged guy she ended up getting her would be one lucky man.

I take my shower, hot and steamy, and afterward enjoy pampering myself with all of the lovely smelling soaps and lotions.  With all of the fancy decorations and cute little touches I felt like I was at an upscale spa.  My plain bathroom at home was purely practical.  I’d almost forgotten how nice a woman’s sensibility could make such spaces.  I brush my hair and even brush my teeth with some paste on my finger.  No harm in looking and smelling my best after all.  When I open a drawer in search of floss I stumble upon the thing of Tom’s or one of her sons that I’d come across.

“Ha!”  There in the drawer lay a bottle of powder specially made for a man’s nutsack.  “When in Rome.”  I sprinkle a bit on my palm then dust up my dick, sack and gooch.  “It’s not like she’s gonna use it.”  I wash my hands then give the foggy mirror a swipe to check myself out.  My deep blue eyes twinkle back at me.  I tighten my chest and six-pack abs and hit a front double bicep.  “Looking good my guy.”

I slip into the robe, the ultra soft fabric feeling downright sinful against my naked flesh, and tie the belt then pick up my damp clothes and head back downstairs.  I find Wendy in the kitchen stirring something.  Approaching her from behind meant I couldn’t see what she was stirring but it did allow me a view of her exquisite hourglass shape.  Her work jacket was hanging on one of the chairs by the table so as not to block the view of how her snug black blouse hugged her lean midsection or the way her pleated gray skirt went taut across her wide hips and along the top of her round ass before draping down to her elegant calves.  Her long, luscious brown hair cascaded down the center of her back, looking oh so soft and silky.  Out of her heels and in just nylons she stood at her natural height, which was around five foot two at most.  I did so love a petite woman.  Damn did she looked good!

Glancing over shoulder she nearly catches me staring at her ass.  “Laundry room’s there.”  She motions with her chin.  “Throw those in the dry…oh.”  She smirks as her eyes flit so quickly I’m not even sure I saw it toward my crotch.  “Your underwear too?  Must have really soaked through.”

“Might as well do it all.”  I pop into the laundry room to deposit my clothes and get them drying then come right back again.

“You need slippers?”  She asks as she hears my bare feet pad along the tiles of the kitchen.  “Gus’s would fit you.”

“Nah.  I’m good.”  I say.  “I’m barefoot most of the time anyway.  What’s for lunch.”

“Chickpea salad.”

“Oh.”  I say, only semi-successful at hiding my disappointment.  “Did you go vegan?”

“Ha!  No.”  She grins as she pours the mixture of beans and diced veggies into a couple of bowls.  “Just watching my figure.  Not as easy as it used to be to fit into a 4.”

“Well, whatever you’re doing, it’s working.  You look great, Wendy.”

“Thank you!”  She carries the bowls to the table where spoons and drinks were already waiting.  She places my heaping helping in front of me then sits across from me with her more humble portion.  “I know you have to say it, but it’s nice to hear.”

“Bah.  I don’t have to say anything.”  I say.  “I mean it. You really look great.”

“For a woman my age.”

“For a woman any age!”  I laugh.  “Quit putting words in my mouth. I mean what I say and I say what I mean.  You look incredible.  Really.”

She is smiling.  “Thank you, Henry.”

“You’re welcome.”

“You’re looking pretty good yourself there young man.  Your discipline at the gym is really showing.”

“Young man?  Gah.  Don’t call me that.” I laugh.  “Makes me feel like a kid.”

“Sorry.”

“And it’s easy to be disciplined when you’re bored.”  I take a sip of water then dig into the salad.  Ugh!

“Still not sure what you want to do?”  She says as she happily nibbles away at her lunch.

“Nah.”  I say as I try to figure out a way to excuse myself from eating this god awful concoction.  “I was planning on going to college and all that but…I don’t know.  Since I got the inheritance I’ve just kind of lost my drive.  I’m enjoying just chilling out, working out, camping, fishing, shoveling walks.  It’s all pretty fulfilling.”

Reaching across she pats my hand.  “You’ll figure something out.  You’ve got plenty of time, Henry.”

I roll one of the chickpeas around the side of my bowl.  “I guess.”

With a glance toward my spoon she giggles.  “You hate it.”

“Oh.  Oh no!  I love it.”  I shovel a big mound of the salad into my mouth and begin to chew.  “Glrch!”  Try as I might I cannot stop my face from screwing up as I chew the round peas into a horrid mash and gulp it down.  After a quick drink of juice to wash away the taste I say.  “See.  Love the stuff.”

“HA HA HA!”  Her happy laughter rings out to echo through the house.  I sensed that it been some time since these walls heard such a genuine release of joy and I felt blessed to be the cause of it.  She pats my hand.  “You are a terrible liar.”

“Hrm.  Sorry about that.”  I push the bowl away.  “I wasn’t actually that hungry anyway.  I do sure appreciate it though.”

“Unfortunately I’m a bit low on supplies.  I wasn’t expecting to have a hungry young…I mean, a hungry man over for lunch.”

“It’s all good.”

“I still want to thank you.”

“Hey, uh, how about dinner instead?”

“Dinner?”  

“Sure.  My place, say around 7?”  I say with hopes rising.  “A couple nice steaks.   A good bottle of wine.  I’ve got time, I could make a nice peach cobbler for dessert.   You still eat desserts I hope.”

The beans fall from her spoon back into the bowl as she looks at me as if I were mad.  “Well…yes but…”

“Great!”

“Wait!”  Her spoon rings off the side of her bowl then clatters to the table as she drops it.

“What?”

“Henry!  Are you…asking me out on a date?”

Reaching across I lay my hand over hers.  Her skin was so soft.  “A date or just a dinner between friends.  I’d be happy either way.”

Shaking her spoon at me she admonishes me like a naughty child, though I note she does not pull her hand from under mine.  “You’re nineteen years old Henry.”

“Twenty.”  I correct her calmly.  “Twenty-one in two weeks.”

“Whatever.”  She says.  “You’re still a baby.  Listen, I’m flattered.  Really.  But I don’t know if you’re taking pity on me, bored, or just desperate but…”

“Woah.”  I stop her there.  “There’s no need for insults.”

“Henry.”  She sighs.  “You are very sweet.  But, to be blunt, you can do better than me.  Find yourself a girl your own age.  I know a few if you need an introduction.”

Softly I slide my palm down her fingers and stroke the back of her hand.  Still she does not pull away.  She looks to my hand then slowly, hesitantly, back up to meet my gaze with those incredible captivating brown eyes of hers.

“So is that a no?”

“Henry…”

“Wendy.”  I smile.  “It’s just a date.  You’re single.  I’m single.  We like each other, at least I think we do.”

“I like you Henry.”

“Then where is the harm?”  I say.  “Yes, I’m younger than you.  Who the hell cares?  I’m a man in my prime.  You’re a woman a woman in hers.”  I grip her hand with a gentle squeeze.  “If it makes you more comfortable nobody else even has to know.”  I flash my most dashing grin.  “He he he.  Think about it.  Having a secret boy toy right next door could have its advantages.”

“Boy toy!”  The fetching way that she both blushed and giggled made me want her all the more.

“A little midnight snack from time to time?”  I wink.  “You just gotta come a-knockin.”

“Come a-knockin?”  She throws her head back and laughs.  “Ha ha ha!”  It was music to my ears.  “A little midnight snack!?”

“Well…not that little.  Poor choice of words.”

“Pfff!  Ha ha ha!”

“I’ve been told that I’m a relatively competent lover.”

“Relatively competent?”

“Yeah.  Doesn’t sound like much of a compliment now that I hear it back again.”  I deadpan, then after a perfect comedic beat add.  “I’m sure she meant well.”

“HA HA HA HA!”

“Though now that I think about it, she did tell me that when we were breaking up.”

“Stop.  Stop.”  She waves her hand in surrender.  “Ha ha ha!  Stop!”

“Not until I get an answer.”  I chuckle.  “How about it, Wendy?”

“You boys these days are shameless!”  She holds her free hand up before I could correct her.  “Men.  Sorry.  Men.”  She shakes her head and wipes the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes.  “You are something else, Henry.”  Leaning back she lays a hand over her aching gut, her other now turned over and gripping mine back ever so lightly.  “You can’t know how much I needed that.”  She takes a long breath and looks me in the eyes.  She was shaking her head no but her eyes were telling me something else.  “Your dad and I dated for a bit.  Back in high school.  Did you know that?”

“Lucky man!”  I quip without missing a beat, making it clear that I didn’t give a damn.

She laughs again, she couldn’t help herself in her present mood.  “You are too much.”

Holding her gaze in mine I fall quiet for a time as I gently rub her delicate hand in mine.  Her smile fades as the mood gradually shifts from the jocular to the romantic.  I break the silence with a single word.  “Please?”

In those incredible cinnamon eyes I watch an internal war being waged as heart and libido went to battle with reason and responsibility.  Never had I seen a woman so conflicted.  She wanted me as much as I wanted her, I could see that now, but something was holding her back.

“Henry.”  She whispers.

“Yes Wendy?”

She takes another long breath, closing her eyes as it shudders out of her.  “I am not the woman you think I am.”  Her eyes clamped shut she continues.  “Tom didn’t leave me because of the usual things.  Our marriage had issues, all marriages do, but nothing we couldn’t overcome.  Until…”  The sadness had returned when she opens her eyes again.  “…until I got that damn flu.”

“Flu?”  I say.  “Man Flu?”

She nods.

“He left you because of that?  What an asshole!”

Shaking her head she explains.  “Had it been just the normal course all would have been fine.  Unfortunately…I was one of the unlucky few that got the aftereffects.”

“Oh!  So you…?”  I glance down as if I might see right through the table and her clothes.

“Yes Henry.”  She says as an apology.  “I’ve got a penis.  Penis, balls, I got the set.”

“Oh.”

“I was one of the lucky ones.”  She says through a cheerless laugh.  “My vagina returned, but the extra bits remained.”

“Wait, you’ve got both?”

“Yeah.”  She sighs.  “Didn’t matter though.  Tom couldn’t handle it.  He said that a woman with a penis was no woman.”

“What?”

“And no wife of his.”  She continues.  “It didn’t help that I was bigger.  I think he felt threatened by me.  Once he said that, well, I said some things too and, well, It got ugly really quick after that.”  Her shoulders fall, her head dips, as she thinks back to the end of her marriage.  “Things were said that couldn’t be unsaid.”  On the verge tears Wendy looks to the ceiling.  “I should have kept my big mouth shut.  I should have just agreed to the surgery.  But…there can be complications.  The urethra is still in the penis.  It’s not as easy as just lopping things off.”  Her eyes fall to meet mine again.  “It wasn’t just that though.  Even if there was a magic pill that could just fix things in an instant, I’m not so sure I would take it.”

“Oh?”

“Since my…change, I’ve felt better.  Stronger.”  After a pause.  “Younger.  I don’t know if it’s the testostrogen or what but, physically at least, I’ve never felt more alive.”

“You mean testosterone?”

“No.  I mean testostrogen.”  She says.  “It’s what gives that flu it’s, erm, unique symptoms.  Since I’ve got the long form I’m still producing it.”  With an understanding look she slips her hand from my grasp to lay it over my hand.  She gives it a motherly pat.  “As I said.  I am not the woman you thought I was.”

“Huh.”  After pondering all that she had said for a moment I say.  “So is that a yes?”

“What!?”  She laughs.

“You think a cock’s gonna scare me off?  Tom’s an idiot!”  I exclaim.  “He’s got himself the perfect woman and he lets a few inches get in the way?  Moron!”

“Are you serious right now?”

“If I would have known you were packing I would have been at your door the day after I moved in!”

“Oh my God.”  She covers her face.  “He’s got a fetish.”

“Sorry.”  I laugh.  “I’m coming on too strong.”

Her brown eyes sparkle with my contagious excitement.  “No.  No.  Tell me more, Henry.”

“Why tell, when I could show?”  I say with a sly smile.  Leaning back I slide a hand in through the opening of my robe to expose a bit more chest.  Her hungry eyes gobbling up every extra inch I unveil.  “You’ve already got me in your house and nearly naked.  Having your way with me seems the next logical step.”

“Wh-What about our date?”

“Dinner.”  I nod to the bowl of salad.  “Drinks.”  I nod to the water and juice.  “Close enough in my books.”  I slide my chair back from table.  “Or I could say that I owe you one.  Invite is still there.”

Her left brow raises as she watches me seductively untie the belt of my robe.  “This is cheating.  You’re trying to steal home and without even getting to first base.”

“Heh, heh, heh.  You did want to thank me.”  I grin a wicked grin.  “You let me suck your dick and I’ll shovel your walk every damn day for the rest of the winter.”

“Mmm.”  She nibbles her plump, pink bottom lip as I slowly pull my robe apart.  Her eyes flare a moment as my naked flesh is revealed.  “Oh my.  That is a very tempting offer.”

I stand from my chair, leaving the robe behind, and in one bold stride cross to her side of the table.  Up and down my fit, firm body her eyes pan, lingering a bit longer on the slumping manhood hovering just foot from her face.

“You actually want to suck my cock?”  She croons as she reaches up to run a hand down my pecs and tight abs.  Hearing her talk dirty and feeling her soft hand on my body gave me flashbacks to my first wet dream, of which she was the star.  When I nod yes she replies.  “Me first.”  She grabs my dick and pulls me closer.  Leaning in she wastes not a second before wrapping her lips around my cock.  “Rrrrmmm.”  She growls with a lust that could not be contained.  It had been well over a year since she’d had a man’s cock in her mouth, and just by the fervor of that growl I could hear that it had been a year too long.  “Mmmmm!”

“Ohhhh fuck!”  I shudder as her lips seal at my base and her hot, wet mouth engulfs my full manhood.

“Mmmm.”  Closing her eyes she pauses to savor the taste and smell and feel of a man in her mouth again.  Unable to hold back any longer I comb my fingers through her silky brown hair just as I had fantasized about oh so many times.  “Hmmmmm!”  Opening her eyes she stares up at me with a fiery gaze.  Sucking hard she slowwwwly pulls back, stretching my penis to the limit, before slurping me back up to the root.

“Ohhh God!”  I gasp.  Inside of her mouth her tongue swirls and laps at my dick all while that hot suction never lets up.  “You look so beautiful sucking my dick.”

After another long suck she let my knob pop from her lips.  She nuzzles it and kisses it and smears it across her face, her pink lipstick getting everywhere in the process.  “I love your fucking cock.”  Cupping it in her hand she licks up the front then flicks her tongue at my tip before devouring it again.  “Mrrmmm!”

“Hah!”

With my organ already nearly hard Wendy starts to bob forward and back.  “Hmm!  Mmm!  Mmm!”  She hums with ever rising desire as she gives me the best head I’d ever had.  She’d had more years to hone her blowjob skills than I had years alive, and the experience showed!  There were no wasted moves, no unnecessary flourishes, and absolutely no hesitation.  She knew exactly how deep to go, how fast to go, and how hard to go for maximum pleasure.  “Mmm, mmm, mmm.”

I grab her head with my other hand as well and begin to thrust back against her steady strokes.  “Ohhh!  Ohhh shit.  Ohhh fuck, Wendy.”

“Rrrrmm!”  Frantically she unbuttons her blouse and struggles out it while trying not to break her rhythm.  Shirt off she hastily unfastens her bra and pulls that away as well to reveal her gorgeous tits.  They were big enough to fill a hand and hung a bit lower, just the way an older woman’s breasts ought to.  Her big oval areola were a tawny brown with plump, prominent nips dead center.  Since I was old enough to pitch a tent I’d been wondering what those beauties actually looked like.  The reality surpassed even my dreams.  She gropes them once and pinches at the nipples before her hands find their way back to me.  Her right explores my pecs, abs and ass while the other grabs my balls and starts to massage.  “Mmm, mmm, mmm.” She returns to her swift and steady pace.

“Ohhh.  Ohhhh my God.”  I moan as her skilled mouth had me feeling things way faster than usual.  “Ohhh Wendy.”  I try to slow her.  “Mmmm, fuck.”

Sensing my struggles…she speeds up!  “Mm, mm, mm, mm!”  Faster, harder, deeper she sucks me off.  She was on a mission to see me bust, and at this rate she wasn’t going to have to wait long!

“Fuck.”  I grunt.  “God…I’m gonna cum!”

“Mm, mm, mm, mm!”  With a feral focus she keeps up the blistering pace.  Her lips slide forward and back over my wet, shiny shaft as inside the suction never relents and her active tongue rubs and prods and swirls.

Had this been anybody else I might have stood a chance at putting in performance.  But as I stand tall and watch the hot milf next door, the first woman I’d ever had a lewd thought about, bobbing on my rock hard cock something irresistible comes over me.

“FUCK!”

Her cinnamon eyes dance with delight as they watch me tremble past the point of no return.  At the last possible second Wendy slips off of me.  Wasting not a stroke she grabs my dick, thrusts her bosom high, then points it down as she milks my cock of hot cum.

“GNNNNGHHH!”  I groan as I bust my wad all over her perfect tits.

“Yes!  Yes Henry.”  She pants as she strokes my manhood hard and fast.

Long, sticky, white ropes of jizz blast across her jiggling tits as I cum and cum and cum until I could cum no more.  “Ohhhhh my God!”

“Holy shit.”  Her strokes get slower and softer as she squeezes the last drops out of my balls and onto her sticky tits.  Looking down she marvels at what I had done.  “God damn!”  She laughs.  “Now THAT’S a load!  Wow!”

“Whoooo.”   My arms slump to my sides.  “Sorry.  I usually last longer.”

“You lasted just fine.”  She nuzzles and kisses my softening member.  “That was amazing.”  Glancing up she asks.  “Still in the mood?”

“Oh hell, yes!”

“Tom always lost interest after he came.”  She giggles.  “I like you, Henry.”

“I like you too, Wendy.”

Sitting back, my load oozing down her chest and stomach, she looks to her crotch.  “Um, I’ve never actually done anything with it before.  With another person I mean.”

“No worries.”  I wink as I sink to my knees.  “Sit back and enjoy the ride.”  

“Oh my.”

A silly grin plastered on my face I settle myself in front of her.  First I pull at her skirt.  She lifts her bum to allow me to draw it down over her long, shapely legs.  Damn did she look good.  Those workouts were showing results.  As I pan back up I see it.  The bulge waiting for me beneath her nylons and her panties.  I could see perfectly the shape of her long cock, nearly erect already, and big balls beneath.  Very tenderly I grip her thick shaft and give her a gentle stroke up to the tip.  I smile as I feel it surge to my touch.

“You’re bigger than me.”  I whisper.

“If that’s a problem…”

“No.”  I say.  “I like it.”  I hook my fingers into the waist of her panties and start to pull both it and her pantyhose down her hips.  Again she lifts her ass to let me do it.  “Hah!”  I gasp as her fat cock comes springing out into view.  “Ohhh Wendy!”  I whisper in awe as the glory of a real living, throbbing penis attached to a beautiful woman’s body is revealed.  I look up at her.  “Marry me!”

She laughs and teases my hair.  “Blow job first, then we’ll talk.”

“Okay.”  I say as I return to pulling her clothes away.  “I’ve never actually sucked dick before.  Just so you know.”

Smiling and swirling her fingers through my hair she says.  “I think you’ll figure it out.”

“I think so to.”  I toss the panties and hose over my shoulder without a care of where they land.  For a moment I just kneel there, taking her in.  As I already knew her cock was longer than mine, by at least two inches, and obviously thicker as well.  Her pubes were shaved which made it appear both even larger yet somehow far more elegant.  The tapered knob, despite its larger size, looked so much more classy and regal than my mushroom tip.  On a dude I would have cringed and been a touch jealous.  But on her…on her it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen!   “Hah!”  I gasp as I watch it jerk and lurch from one side of center to the other.  “Beautiful!”  She spreads her legs for me as I slide in even closer, so close that my knees slide between the legs of her chair.  “Mm.”  I give her supple thigh a soft kiss.

“Mmm, so gentle.”

“Mm.”  I kiss the other.  So soft and so smooth!  “Mm.”  Another kiss, higher up.  “Mm.”  And another, even closer to my destination.  My hands glide along the buttery soft flesh of her outer thighs as my lips kiss their way up the insides.

“Mmmm.”  She continues to play with my hair.  “That’s nice.”

I brush her clean scrotum with the tip of my nose and catch the scent of the powder I’d borrowed from before.  I kiss her nearest nut and give the scrotum a soft suck before switching to the other to do the same.  I could have happily smooched her balls for an hour, but youthful impatience was getting the better of me.  Eager to feel it I press my lips hard against the base of her cock to give another long, sucking kiss.  Against my cheek and nose I feel it flex to it’s full hardness.

“Ohhh Henry.”  She strokes my hair and down my neck and across my shoulders with the most wonderfully gentle touch ever.  Scooching right up as close as I could get I grip her cock by the shaft to feel its hardness throbbing in my grip.  I look up at her, beaming.  She laughs.  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a happier man.”

“I must have had a heart attack out on that driveway.”  I say as I give it a squeeze.  “Because I’m in heaven.”

She chuckles and pinches my ear.  “Are you going to suck that thing or what?”

I didn’t need to be asked twice!  Opening my mouth wide I point her dick straight up then come down on it until my lips reach my thumb.  “MMMMM!”  I moan as I feel her thick rod swell in my mouth.

“Ohhhh myyyy God!”  She groans as she feels a warm mouth on her member for the very first time.

“MMMM!”  Fuuuuuck!  A warm, pulsing, flexing female cock filling my mouth?  It was beyond my wildest dreams.  And it only got better.  As I suck and pull upward the sensation of her girth sliding through my lips was sexual ambrosia.  Then the feeling of going back down again and that rock hard thickness filling my maw again was satisfying in a way I could not describe.  Keeping a firm grip around the base I begin to bob up and down her big, fat cock just as she’d done to mine.  “Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.”

“That’s it.”  She whispers.  “Oh my God.  You feel incredible.  I’ve never felt anything like it!  Ohhhhh!”

“Mmm, shrmm, slrp, mmmch.”  I give her head as deep as I dare.  My blowie was louder than hers.  Sloppier.  The wet slurping noises echoing off the tiles were lewd and erotic.  I loved it!  I open my lips to drool all over her schlong before loudly slurping it all up again and bobbing some more.  “Mmm, shlrmm, shhhpppp!”

My copious load dribbling all down her tits and belly and sides she stares down at me with wild intensity burning in her hypnotic eyes.  As I suck her cock I gaze up at her in awe of her eyes and her face and her long hair and her cream-glazed titties.  My dad told me once that the perfect woman did not exist.  How wrong he was.

“Henryyyy.”  She sings my name.

Whap!  Her stiff dick sprays from my lips to slap her stomach.  “I can’t take it!”  I exclaim as I start looking around the kitchen in desperation.

“Henry?”

“I need to feel it.”  I say as my eyes lock onto the best option available.

“What are you doing?”  She exclaims as I spring to my feet and leap across to where she’d made her wretched bean salad.

“I gotta feel it.”  I say as I spin the lid from the olive oil and pour a hefty dollop onto my hand.  Walking back I reach back to work the slick oil into my wanting hole.  “I need to feel you.”

“You’re out of your mind.”  She laughs…even as she repositions to let me on.

I straddle both her and the chair.  Helpfully she grabs her cock to point it skyward.  Grabbing the back of her chair with one hand I lift my nuts with the other so I can kind of see her thick shaft.  I feel her knob slide between my cheeks then press firmly against my sphincter.  Letting go of her dick she places her fine hands on my hips and pulls me downward.  I follow her lead and let my weight settle down on top of her.

“NNNNNGHHHH!”  I groan as the slippery oil give my asshole zero defense against the thick invader pushing its way into my bowels.  “FUUUUUCK!”

“OHHHHHHH!”  She cries as her penis is enveloped by tight, anal bliss.

I’d messed around a little back there with my fingers but this was whole other level.  Wendy’s big cock FILLS my ass like nothing before it.  The way my anus gripped it, the way it surged into my tunnel, and the way it pushed so fucking deep…I knew in that rapturous instant that I would Wendy’s fuck boy for as long as she would have me.

“GNNNGH!”  I growl as my ass reaches her body and she fills me with all she had.  For one magical moment our eyes meet and we just hang there a moment in the pleasure of full penetration.

“Mmm!”  Her fingers dig into my hips.  “Don’t stop, baby.”

She bucks up into me.  “GNGH!”

Holding the back of the chair for support I begin to ride her, slowly and gingerly at first but picking up speed with every stroke.  With my free hand I grope her cummy tits as my body rides up and down on her long, ass-stretching rod.

“Hahhh!  Hahhh!  Ohhhh fuck!”  I groan as I ride fast and harder.  Unable to hold back I grab my own cock and start jerking off furiously.

Holding my narrow waist Wendy drives back up into me as I ram down.  Soon the clap, clap, clap of flesh on oily flesh fills the kitchen.  So good!  So good!  Her deep, driving cock felt so fucking good!

“Ohhhh!  Ohhh Henry!”  Her voice rises.

“Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!”  I grunt on each prostate hammering thrust.

In, out, in, out she plows up into my asshole with everything she had.  Her tits jiggling, her hair bouncing, she puts her fitness to the test by fucking me as hard I was fucking her.  She pinches my nipples and claws my chest and fucks me silly!

“That’s it, Henry.”  She hisses.  “Take my cock.  Ride my big cock you sexy bitch.  Ride it you fucking young stud!”

“GNNNGHHHH!!!!”  Without warning my balls throb and another great blast of seed is sprayed across her bouncing breasts.

“YES!”  She cries.  “Cum for me!  Fucking cum for me again, Henry!”  A moment later her eyes bug.  “OH GOD!  I FEEEL YOUUUU!”

Her climax hits her as hard and as fast as it had me.  Her hands snap back to my hips where she pulls down with all her might while bucking just as hard up into me.  Burying herself as deep as her mighty member could go she holds me still and…HOWLS!   “OOOOOHHHHH!”

“AAAHHHHH!!!”  I cry out as inside of me I feel the hard throbbing beat of her powerful orgasm.  Ecstasy!  Pure ecstasy!  “OHHHH!!!”

My cum blasts over her body as her hot load is deposited DEEP in straining, stretching ass.  Staring into her captivating eyes as we both reach our zenith, for a moment, time almost stands still.

“Hohhh!” I slump down over her as our shared orgasm abates.

Wrapping her arms around my sweaty back she hugs me and kisses my chest as her thick cock pulses its final few spurts into my twitching hole.  “Henryyyy.”

“Wendyyyy.”

I kiss her. I kiss her hard and I kiss her deep and I kiss her with passion.  And she kisses me back.  In this moment age wasn’t even a number.  It was nothing at all.  In this moment there were just two happy souls that had found each other.

“Hmmmm.”

Gradually, together, we float back to Earth again.  When our kiss parts she looks up at me, flushed and beautiful, and strokes my face.  “How’s that for thanks?”

“Pfff!”  I kiss her again.  “I must be crushing you.”

“No.” She holds me close as I go to move, my double nut smearing between our bodies and her penis slowly softening inside of me.  “No.  Stay.”  She whispers.  “Stay right there.”

“Okay.”  I whisper back and settle in for a cuddle.  Then after a few seconds.  “So, is that a yes?”

She chuckles, her dick nearly splurting out of my creamy hole as she does so.  “Yes, Henry.  Dinner would be lovely.”

The End