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“I’m pretty sure he’ll be giving me a call.”

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Bobby phoned Summer on Tuesday night. They chatted for a few minutes before he got around to the purpose of the call.

“I’ve been thinking about kissing you for two days,” he said. “I’d like to do some more of that.”

“Okay.”

“Would you like to have dinner with me Saturday night?”

“Yes, that would be nice.”

“How about if I pick you up around six?”

“Six is fine. But why don’t we just eat in? No driving, we can just relax. I can fix us some drinks and we can order takeout.”

They agreed that it was a good plan. Bobby would be at her house at six and would pick up their dinner on the way. Pizza and salad.

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Bobby showed up on time. He knew right away that it was going to be a good night. He was barely inside the door when, with a sixteen-inch pizza box and two salads in his hands, Summer planted a quick, major kiss on his lips, and slid her teasing tongue in and out from between them quickly.

They went into the kitchen and Bobby put the food on the table. He noticed immediately that Summer had prepared some beverages. There was a bottle of wine and a bottle of rum and some beer and cola on the counter. She poured wine, he grabbed a beer.

Summer was dressed casually, but hot as hell. She was barefoot and wore a slinky cold shoulder white top, no bra, and paper-thin, plaid Capri pants showing a touch of cameltoe and her toned calves. Bobby was about to cream his jeans.

“Let’s go into the living room,” Summer said.

They did, and Summer had set it up nicely. There was a fake log burning in the fireplace and several scented candles lighted in the room, the ambiance unmistakable. They sat on the sofa together and they both knew why they were there. They made idle chatter for a couple of minutes. Then Bobby looked around and took it all in; the lighting, the fire, the candles, the mood.

“This is so cool,” he said. “It’s almost like camping out.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t have any sleeping bags,” she said.

“That’s okay,” he said. “I don’t think we’ll be doing much sleeping.”

Summer’s lips twisted into a playful smile. “I believe you. I heard you and Bree in her room the other night.”

Bobby smiled sheepishly and took a swig of beer. “Sorry about that. But tonight we don’t have to worry about anybody hearing us, do we?”

“No, I guess not,” she said. She took a sip of wine and put the glass on the table.

Bobby slid over close to her. With their bodies touching he put one arm around her back and the other on her hip and kissed her. Her lips parted and her body immediately relaxed into his, and pulling him close she kissed him, first with gentle tonguing but soon with a sucking, savage strength. They were making out in no time.

Bobby’s hand climbed from her hip to her breast, and Summer’s hand found his inner thigh. He thumbed her firm nipple while he palmed her soft tit through the fabric. She sighed from his touch, and her hand groped for his burgeoning cock. He moved his mouth to her neck and smelling her sweet, subtle scent he sucked a wad of her skin into his mouth. She wrapped her fingers around his cock through his jeans and felt its hardness. He kissed her chest above her tits and pulled the white fabric aside and put his mouth around her nipple.

“Oh, yes,” she cooed. “That’s good. I love that.”

He sucked her nipple and she moaned. She rubbed his cock and he groaned. Bobby pushed his dick into her hand, his groin telling her, "yes, take it." With one hand she unzipped him and slipped her long fingers inside his pants and ran her fingertips along the length of it. Bobby’s hand was now in her crotch; her legs closed tightly around it and he could feel the warmth of her pussy. Summer yanked on his belt and loosened it, then managed to unsnap his jeans. Her hand dove down and surrounded his balls.

Summer’s top came off and Bobby’s mouth moved to her other nipple. He sucked her and she liked it. He started moving south, his mouth grazing her smooth, flat stomach, taut from her workouts, but she stopped him and pulled his head back up.

“Not yet,” she said. “Keep doing what you’re doing.” Then she shoved her nipple back into his mouth.

Summer loved having her titties sucked. For her, it was the prelude to everything and made everything better. Even though Bobby’s cock was now hard and long in her hand, and she would get to that, she wanted to milk his tit sucking for as long as possible. She knew it would turn her into sexual jelly. Bobby plastered his lips around her left nipple and suckled like a starved child.

“Oh God, yes,” Summer blurted.

Bobby rubbed her twat and Summer tried to fuck his hand. With his mouth doing a Hoover on her nipple and her right hand in his hair, she reached down with her left to where his hand was already hard at work. Her pants had a string tie and a three-inch zipper and were already damp. With a smooth one-two, she untied and unzipped, giving Bobby’s hand total access. Then she took his hand and fed four fingers into her and started vigorously fucking them. She kept her hand over his to make sure he dug deep.

They were, half-on/half-off the sofa, his mouth plastered to her tit, her fingers digging into his scalp, his fingers digging into her swampy snatch, her hand on his, assisting him, her groin pressed onto him, attached like barnacles to a buoy bucking up and down on the waves in a windy chop.

“Put your whole hand in,” she gasped. She grabbed his thumb and pulled his fingers out and squeezed them together. “Make a fist.” He did. “Yes, that’s it. Fuck me like that.”

Bobby hesitated but Summer pushed his clenched fist into her. She was wet as a river so he met no resistance. Her cunt was big and obviously she liked it this way. She grabbed his arm and fed more into her until he was wrist-deep.

Bobby had never fisted a woman before, the idea had never even crossed his mind. But Summer kept directing traffic, and with her hand on his forearm, she kept driving it into her. He sucked her tits without restraint, alternating left and right, not playing favorites, wanting to please her like no man ever had. His cock was an iron rail, and soon her hand returned to grip its girth, but he knew his gratification could wait.

Summer crammed tit into his mouth and humped his hand, and Bobby sucked with a maximum pucker. Bobby’s fist swung inside her like a clumsy, punch-drunk boxer throwing lazy punches in deep water, but she keened in edgy pleasure with each plunge. The legs of the sofa squeaked with their movements.

“This is good,” she hissed into his ear.

Bobby bit playfully into her breast, eliciting another happy, wheezy squawk. His saliva slickened her skin and ran down his chin. Sweat brewed on his brow as he chomped away.

“Oh God,” she barked, and gripped his arm tightly and started fucking his fist even harder.

She came like a dike broke. Her torso shook and Bobby felt the heated rush surround his hand. Her ass was on the edge of the couch and when her cum oozed out it dripped down her thighs and onto the carpet.

Bobby switched from sucking bites to sweet kisses as she released. Gradually her trembles eased into gentle spasms until finally, her busy crotch rested. Then she pulled his arm and he watched her vagina widen as his hand reemerged.

His fist looked drowned. He opened and closed his hand several times and flexed his fingers. He rubbed the muck into Summer’s leg. He looked up at her face and she wore a broad smile.

“God, that was good,” she said. “I can’t remember the last time I came like that! God, I needed it.”

She pulled his head up to hers and they kissed. She stroked his cock as they took their time.

“This big fella has been patient,” she said, squeezing his cock. “It’s time to take care of him.”

She pushed him back on the sofa and spun herself around to face him. She took off his shoes and pulled his pants the rest of the way off, folded them and put them aside. She spread his legs apart and knelt on the floor between them.

“Ugh,” she groaned, as her knee settled into a puddle on the rug.

“What?” Bobby asked.

“There’s cum all over the rug,” she said, as she gently jerked him. “I’ll clean it up later. But we don’t have to worry about yours; it will be in my mouth. Then she sucked his hardened cock in between her lips.

She had one hand on his balls and the other on his ass. Then with a little maneuvering of lips and mouth, she soon had all eight inches of his anxious cock embedded into her head. She was rusty, she knew, and he was kind of large, but she wanted to do her best to make it good for him, the way he had for her. She hoped she wouldn’t gag.

No worries. Bobby came in about thirty seconds. He’d been holding it back the whole time he was tit-sucking and fist-fucking. With a muffled roar his cum roiled and exploded up through him like a busted pipe. Summer pinched his ass cheeks as if to squeeze out every drop. She kept her mouth mashed around his vibrating pecker until the simmering ends of his throes. Cum escaped from the corners of her mouth when she smiled up at him.

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They had their arms around each other on the sofa, and shared intermittent kisses, their bodies naked and spent, temporarily at least. They didn’t talk; they basked in the wake of their sex, recovering. Bobby was happy that Summer wasn’t a woman who talked too much, he wasn’t in the mood for yakking. He was biding time, still frisky. He wanted to fuck her.

After a while, he initiated another kiss and while their tongues flirted he eased her onto her back on the sofa. He spread her legs and got on his knees between them. He grabbed her hips and yanked her body to him, and she yelped as he scooted her ass up onto his chest. Her legs were now over his shoulders, her crotch in his face.

He supported the cheeks of her ass with his palms and pulled her muffin to his lips. He kissed her thighs and licked the lips of her pussy, which was open to him. She seemed shy at first, but reached uphill for him, and her fingertips found the hair on his wobbling head.

His tongue painted the soft, wet surface of her lips for several minutes before he plunged his tongue into her pussy. Summer oohed and scrunched up but it still felt loose to Bobby. So he sucked onto her swollen clit. That got her attention.

She locked her legs around his head and pushed her midsection into his face. He felt the cushioned firmness of her magic bean in his mouth and took it deeply, wanting to suck another orgasm out of her before he mounted her, entered her and gave her a good pounding and another shot of his liquid love. She squeaked when he slipped his middle finger into her asshole.

With the enhanced grip, he was able to move her ass around and even closer, and her twat was flush smack against his face. With each suck and each grind of her groin, her ready member filled more of his mouth and his finger filled more of her asshole.

“Oh, shit…” Summer said breathlessly, and punctuated each thrust with ‘ugh… ugh… ugh…’

For a short time longer they rocked together, Bobby swallowing saliva in between sucking on her tool, and Summer’s secretions oozing, her pussy now an overflowing swamp getting ready for the flash flood. Then the dam broke.

As soon as he felt its warmth Bobby dislodged his lips from her clit and lowered her ass onto the sofa so she could come downhill. Summer groaned loudly and her body shook as she discharged.

Bobby didn’t wait for her to finish. His cock was like a bad cop’s nightstick: long, hard and ready to kick ass. Summer was still tremoring when he slipped his dick into her soaked slot and started pumping. His finger was still lodged in her ass.

“Yes, fuck me!” she blurted.

She put her arms around his neck and squeezed him tight and pulled him close and kissed him, jamming her tongue into his mouth where her swollen clit had just been.

Attached by their locked lips, his crank in her shaft and his finger up her ass, they started rocking the house. Bobby pounded her like he was trying to knock her into the basement and as he did she grunted with each push and pinched her fingers into his neck. He wondered if the sofa wouldn’t have to have the bolts on its legs tightened after this. Summer’s legs were soon clutched around his, constricting, and her cunt was sucking his pulsating cock as it drilled her. Minute after sweaty minute, she offered every square inch of her cunt to him as he fucked her.

They both grunted with each stab of their genitals and fucked like they both needed it. Bobby became distracted for a moment and Summer must have noticed because she squinched him tighter and rammed her cunt into him even harder. His mind had wandered when he briefly thought of Bree.

But he got right back at it pretty quick, and started banging like a cherry bomb on New Year’s Eve. Summer could feel it too, and she figured since she’d already dumped her cum on the cushion and the carpet, what the hell, she was going for triples.

She felt him tense up so she knew he was ready to blow. She made one final power suck of his tongue into her throat and squeezed his buttocks as hard as she could. She ground her asshole hard and deep onto his finger. Bobby answered by wiggling it and trying to pry a second finger in.

“You’re gonna come, aren’t you?” she asked hoarsely.

“Yes,” he said.

“Give it to me!”

Within seconds he did. With a raucous groan, his cum rose. It did a slow burn as it spurted up and out. He pushed his cock into her as deep as he could and did the same with his finger up her ass. She was stroking her clit and swinging her groin hoping to come with him.

She didn’t miss by much. Bobby was on his fourth or fifth squirt, easing down, his body like sticky gelatin atop of her, when Summer came again. Her body quivered beneath his weight.

“Three times,” she said, out of breath. “I can’t believe it.”

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Bobby got dressed while Summer reheated the pizza. It was ten-thirty by this time. They ate quickly and then Summer did her best to clean up the cum puddles on the carpet and sofa. She didn’t ask him to spend the night but she gave him a hell of a good-night kiss at the door. Bobby figured she liked fucking him but wasn’t quite ready to wake up with him in the morning.

They got into the routine of hooking up every other Thursday evening; these were the days Bobby was in the area with his work. He’d go to Summer’s house after work around five-thirty, they’d have a drink or two, some dinner and then start making out and go to the bedroom and fuck. And they’d fuck and suck as many different ways as they could until around ten o’clock. Then they’d kiss good night and Bobby would drive home, and they would both wake up in their own beds and be ready for work in the morning.

This went on for several months. Every two weeks they’d have dinner, drinks and each other. No dates, no dinners out, no going to the movies. Just eat, drink and go to bed. Bobby could see that Summer was trying to keep it casual and not get too attached. He was just a maintenance fuck for her, he knew that. But he was okay with it because he knew from the start that there was probably no real future for them anyway, and the sex was great. Plus he was keeping in touch with Bree, at least trying to.

Then one Thursday night, right after a rip-roaring sixty-nine where they both came simultaneously into one another’s face, Summer surprised him with a question.

“Are you busy Saturday?” she asked.

“Uh, well, no, I’m not busy. Why?” he said.

“Would you like to go to a party with me?”

“A party? What party?”

“It’s work-related. I’ll understand if you don’t want to go.”

“What do you mean? Why wouldn’t I want to go?”

“Oh, I don’t know, it’s all the people I work with. There will be a lot of shop talk, about eyeballs and veterans and patients and all that. It may not be a lot of fun for you. But I don’t want to go alone.”

“Don’t want any sleazy doctors hitting on you, huh?”

“Something like that. I know someone else I could ask if you’re uncomfortable.”

“No, I’ll go, I’m always ready for new experiences,” he said.

“Good. It’s an indoor cookout.”

“A what?”

Summer laughed. “An indoor cookout. My boss, Richard, has it every year right before he takes a vacation. He grills outside but the party’s inside, lots of food and beer and wine. It starts around four o’clock and we’ll be home by eight or nine. Dress is very casual.”

“Can I have fun?” he asked, pinching her ass.

“Sure. I just hope you’re not bored stiff.”

“I’ll be with the prettiest woman in the room, how could I be bored stiff?” She grabbed onto her hand and placed it over his cock. “This is what will be stiff.”

Summer laughed and said, “But I have a favor to ask. When we’re there, stay with me.”

“Sure.”

“But I don’t want you to show me too much affection in front of my co-workers.”

“Okay.”

“But I want them all to know you’re fucking me.”

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They got to the party a few minutes after four on Saturday and it seemed like almost everyone was already there. It was a mix of ages and Bobby was surprised to see that many were around his own age. The young doctors and their significant others he supposed. They got a beer and wine and Summer made introductions.

Summer was right about the work talk. After a while the doctors and techs, maybe seven or eight altogether had congregated on one side with Richard holding court, and the rest of the guests were scattered in small groups. Bobby diligently stood by, not saying much once the technical talk started, and fetched drinks, which were going down easy for both of them.

As Bobby listened he became more and more impressed with Summer as he heard her speak. Her knowledge was incredible. It was impossible to tell who was the tech and who was the doctor. She held her own with the stuck-up doctors and didn’t hesitate to hold her ground and disagree with them on a few occasions. And whenever they turned to Richard to settle it, Summer was always right, her obvious knowledge on full display.

Dinner was an assortment of burgers and dogs and chicken and a smorgasbord of salads. And more beer, wine and shop talk of course. Bobby ended up having a pretty good time: free food, free beer and he was very proud of Summer. And he told her so on the drive back to her house.

“Damn, Summer, that was impressive. You really know your shit!”

“What?” she asked.

“I was proud of you back there. You know a lot more than most of those hoity-toity doctors. Over and over you were right and they didn’t know what the hell they were talking about. I could tell Richard was impressed too.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah, big time. You should be a doctor.”

“Yeah, right.”

“I’m serious! You should look into it. You’ve had college and years of experience. There must be some advanced placement test you can take…”

“God, that could take years.”

“So what, the time will pass anyway, right? And you already know more than most of those bozos you’re working with, you’ll probably breeze right through! And another thing…”

“What’s that?”

“Listening to all that medicinal technical ophthalmic doctor talk has got me horny as hell!” He put his hand between her legs.

She removed his hand from her crotch. “Down, boy, wait till we get home. Keep your eyes on the road.”

“I can’t wait. I’ve never gone to bed with a doctor before!”

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That night they had the wildest sex ever. Bobby was on a roll. He was aggressive and talked dirty and they fucked the shit out of each other. He peppered his monologues with ‘Doctor this’ and ‘Doctor that’ in between his kisses and licks and sucks and fucks. He told Summer he never knew a doctor could be such a good fuck and how he never knew doctor pussy could taste so good. He rimmed her butthole and told her how much he liked her doctor's ass. And doctors give good head too, he said.

In between her sighs and moans of pleasure, Summer told him numerous times to knock off the doctor talk.

“Sure, Doc,” he said.

Bobby ended up spending the night and waking up with Summer for the first and only time. In the morning he woke up with a long, hard erection.

“Good morning, Doctor,” he said. Summer’s face curled into mock annoyance. “I need a doctor’s care.”

“Oh you do, do ya? How so?”

“My penis, Doc, it needs attention.” He uncovered it for her.

“Well, maybe we should take you to the emergency room,” she said playfully.

“No, I think it needs immediate attention!”

“But I’m an eye doctor,” she said. “Not a urologist.”

“Yes, but this is my one-eyed monster,” he said, stroking it.

Summer laughed out loud. Then she scooted down and gave him an eye doctor blowjob.

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After a morning romp in the hay, they showered and were having coffee in the kitchen when Summer’s phone rang. Bobby sipped his coffee and listened to one side of the conversation.

“Hi, Mom… okay, how are you...? Oh, it was okay. Same as it is every year… Oh, really...? Well, what happened to that handyman who repaired the siding...? We’ll find you somebody… I don’t want you up on any ladders...! Okay… Love ya… Bye.”

“My mother,” Summer said when she ended the call.

“How’s she doing?” Bobby asked.

“Oh, she’s fine. Worrying about getting her gutters cleaned on her house. I don’t want her up on ladders. She was in a relationship with a nice man for years and he used to take care of that kind of stuff, but he died about a year ago. And the guy she had hired for some work before wasn’t too reliable.”

“Is it a big house?”

“No, not really. Three bed, two bath. But it’s a split level so on half the house the gutters are two stories high instead of one.”

“Does she have an extension ladder?”

“I think she does. Why?”

“If she can get the ladder I’ll clean her gutters for her.”

“You will?”

“Sure. Can she wait until next weekend?”

“Yes. That’s very nice of you. She’ll pay you of course.”

“I don’t want any money. I’ll do it as a favor to my sexy eye doctor.”

“You’re too much,” Summer said. Then she called her mother back and set it up for the following Saturday. Ella was appreciative but didn’t ask how it was that Summer had been in contact so quickly with the young man her granddaughter Bree had brought to brunch.

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Bobby wasn’t looking forward to getting up early on a Saturday to go clean nasty, smelly rain gutters. He had surprised himself by volunteering. But he would do it, a nice gesture for a nice woman, the mother of his older lover and newest favorite ‘doctor’.

He woke up early Saturday and dressed in his worst clothes: Ratty jeans, sweatshirt, white socks and an old pair of sneakers, ready for dirty work. He wanted to get an early start because the forecast called for rain by the afternoon. On the way, he stopped by a store and bought some heavy trash bags and rubber gloves.

He pulled into Ella’s driveway at quarter-till-nine. He looked at the house and it was bigger than he’d hoped for. Tall trees surrounded it and needed to be cut back so there was no doubt in his mind the gutters would be nasty. He figured he had at least a half-day of work.

Ella had been watching for him and came out to greet him. Bobby couldn’t believe how good she looked. He watched her stride toward his car, her late-fifties body looking slim and trim and much younger in broken-in Levi’s and a loose white blouse. Her blonde-gray hair was in a braided ponytail that hung down her back.

They greeted and said their hellos. Ella thanked him and started in about what she would pay him but Bobby told her to forget it. They agreed on a free lunch. Then Ella showed him the garage where a big extension ladder was leaning against the wall.

“I borrowed this from a neighbor,” Ella said. “My daughter doesn’t want me up on ladders anymore.”

“Good idea,” Bobby said. “I’ll take care of it.” She thanked him, and their eyes lingered a bit. She turned and went back into the house. He stared at her butt. He thought it was a pretty nice butt. Then he went to work.

He lugged the ladder outside. He started with the higher gutters naturally. He set up the ladder, put on his gloves and grabbed a hand trowel and a trash bag and climbed up. The gutters were filled with rancid stinky putrid leaves and snails and muck and shit. He grabbed the shit, raked the shit, and scooped the shit into bags.

He went up and down the ladder numerous times. He moved the ladder around, dragged the bags up and down and pulled the lengthy garden hose up top to flush water through the gutters to clean them out. He went around the whole house cleaning out the gutters and filling bags with stinky gunk.

After a few hours, a storm was brewing. The rain started, and within a minute it was a downpour and Bobby was soaked. He was just about done when the first bolt of lightning struck, and not too far away. He receded down the ladder as fast as he could. His slimy shoe slid off of the rain-slickened second-to-last step and he fell. Ass-backwards into a puddle of mud.

He’d been stunk up with pieces of shitty roof gutter funk all morning long, all over his clothes, his face, in his hair. But now he was covered with mud too. He pulled down the ladder and moved it back where he’d found it. He put the trash bags of muck by the side of the garage under the eave. By then he looked like a dirty drenched river rat. He went into the garage and knocked on the kitchen door.

“Come on in,” Ella called.

Bobby opened the door and said, “I’d better not. I fell in the mud.”

“Oh my goodness!” she said, “You poor thing. Wait one moment, I’ll be right back.” She returned in thirty seconds and handed him a towel and a robe. “Get undressed and put this on. Then I’ll throw your clothes in the washer.

He happily did as he was told. He stripped down to nothing, toweled off and wrapped the robe around his body. He carried his saturated clothes into the kitchen. Ella was in the adjacent laundry room getting the washing machine ready.

“Do you think I could get a shower?” he asked.

“Of course, honey,” she said, and showed him to the bathroom. “And I’ll fix us some lunch.”

Bobby ran the water hot and scrubbed himself top to bottom with Ivory soap. He shampooed his hair until it squeaked. He didn’t have a comb so his hair stayed a wet, tangled mess. He put the robe on and tied it around him. It was a few sizes too small for him. He went back to the kitchen self-conscious about how only a thin layer of terry cloth was all that covered his naked body and freshly-washed penis.

Ella was putting the final touches on lunch: tuna salad on toast, soup, chips and lemonade.

“Feel better?” she asked as she put the plates on the table.

“Much better, thanks,” he said, and they sat down to eat.

Bobby was ravenous so he ate and drank with gusto. Ella soon refilled his glass with lemonade and his bowl with soup. They talked as they ate and the storm raged outside. Ella asked about Bree, "was Bobby in touch?" He said they were for a while but not lately; he liked her a lot but long-distance relationships really don’t work. He recapped how they had met that Friday night at the Vous and had all hit it off right away.

They cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. They stood at the sink and stared out the window and watched streams of rainwater flow across the glass pane. The storm had increased in intensity with hard rain, stiff wind and thunder.

“Wow, look at that,” Ella said. “It’s really coming down. It doesn’t look like it’s going to be letting up anytime soon, either.”

“Right,” Bobby said. “Good day to be inside.”

Ella turned to him and asked, “Want a Bloody Mary?”

“A Bloody Mary?”

“Yes. You like Bloody Marys, don’t you?”

“You remembered,” he said. “From brunch.”

“Yes. Would you like one?”

“Sure, if you’re having one. You have the mix and everything?”

“Close enough,” she said.

Ella opened the refrigerator and took out an unopened 46-ounce bottle of Spicy V-8 juice and a jar of horseradish. She poured out some of the juice into a glass and scooped horseradish into the bottle. She reached down under the sink and pulled out a fifth of vodka and poured it into the juice bottle until it was filled. Then she added salt and pepper and hot sauce. She tightened the cap and shook the bottle up and down and around as hard as she could.

She showed Bobby where the glassware was and Bobby filled two tumblers with ice. Ella poured the crimson concoction into the glasses.

“There,” she said, “That should do it. And plenty more where that came from. Let’s go into the living room, shall we?”

Ella touched Bobby’s hand as she said that and he was surprised by the electric charge it gave him. Maybe it was the element of surprise, maybe it was the occasional lightning outside, but he felt it and goosebumps grew on the flesh of his arm. He again became more self-conscious of his nakedness underneath the robe. So did his dick.

They took their seats on the sofa. As he sat Bobby had to reach down to his crotch to slightly reposition his newly-awakened penis. He hoped that Ella hadn’t noticed, but he also knew she was a person who didn’t miss much. They sipped their drinks and began talking.

First, they talked about Ella’s home. Bobby told her how nice it was, and commented about how big her trees were in the yard and how they were almost touching the roof and should be trimmed back before too long. He also mentioned that the wood privacy fence enclosing the back yard had a number of split or missing slats, but that would be an easy fix and he’d be glad to take care of it for her.

Ella opened up about her friend, the man Summer had mentioned to him. His name was Al and they were close companions for years. He used to take care of all the outside chores but he died the year before of a heart attack. She felt lost sometimes; stuck in neutral when it came to the grounds.

After about half an hour of chit-chat, Ella touched his hand again, sending another sparkler up his forearm and down to his groin.

“Make us a couple more drinks,” she said, “while I go and throw your clothes in the dryer.”

Bobby was finishing up the drinks when she returned. Just as he was handing one to her a deafening bolt of lightning struck a transformer somewhere nearby and they felt an electric sizzle in the air as the power in the house flickered and faltered and then went off altogether.

“Power’s out,” Ella said. “This is an old neighborhood so it will probably be out for a while.” She started rummaging through the pantry for matches.

“At least we have plenty of these,” Bobby said, holding up his drink.

“Thank God for the little things.” She handed the matches to him and added, “Here, light the candles in the living room. I’ll be right back. I’m going to pull your clothes out of the dryer and put them on hangers to dry. I don’t know how long the power will be out.”

Bobby took a healthy gulp of his drink and then topped off his glass. He lighted the candles in the living room. The afternoon was dark and stormy outside and the flickering flames gave the room a cozy, more intimate feel.

Ella returned in a couple of minutes and sat down on the sofa next to him. She took a sip of her drink and smacked her lips.

“Well, Honey, it looks like you’re going to be here for a while. This storm isn’t letting up anytime soon and your clothes won’t be dry for a while either. At least they’re clean.”

“Yes, thank you. They were a mess.”

“But I have to say, you look cute in my robe,” Ella said with a twinkle in her eye.

Bobby blushed and took a sip. “I have to tell you,” he said. “That’s the most creative way a woman has ever gotten me out of my clothes.”

“I could say that it was pretty creative the way you happened to fall in the mud.”

“No, just clumsy, and I was already soaked,” he said. “Besides, I’m not that clever.”

They looked at each other in the soft, wavering light and both had subtle, amused smiles on their faces. Bobby realized that in the last thirty or forty seconds their interaction had suddenly made a giant leap and crossed some sort of line. He didn’t know what line it was but he could feel it, a new level of intimacy had been reached. He looked her over again and liked what he saw. Her white top did not appear to be as loose as it was before. Her jeans held snug to her slim legs and showed wear on her knees, butt and crotch. She had gotten rid of her shoes.

He was seated inches away from her and was wearing her robe and nothing else. He felt a stir down below. He thought of Bree and her scissor-fucking and her limber legs practically wrapped around her own head, and drilling her juicy, open twat. Then of Summer, of fisting her, and their bi-weekly maintenance fucks. But here he was now, practically naked and seated next to Ella, and he couldn’t believe the thoughts he was having. He was imagining all the things he wanted to do with her.

“Oh, I think you’re pretty clever. And such a handyman, too. Thank you again for cleaning those gutters. It is such a dirty job and it’s such a nasty day.”

“You’re welcome. And it’s not so bad inside, with a nice lunch, good drinks and good company. And I’ll come next Saturday and mend your fence. That will be an easier job. There’re only a handful of slats that need to be replaced; the others just need some fresh nails.”

“That’s very nice but I insist on paying you.”

“The materials will be cheap and it’s an easy job. But I don’t want any money. I’ll take it out in trade.”

“Oh, you will?” Ella laughed. “How will you do that?”

“Uh, another free lunch. More Bloody Marys. More lively conversation.”

“That doesn’t seem like much compensation for all the work you’re doing.”

“Well, that’s my price. Unless we can think of something else,” he said. Ella’s eyes were wide and unblinking and locked into his.

Bobby gulped down the rest of his drink and was ready for another. They were going down smoothly. He rose from the sofa and asked Ella if she wanted him to top off her drink.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” she asked.

“Not really, I thought maybe you were trying to get me drunk. But it’s a good day for it, don’t ya think?”

“Sure,” she said, and handed him her glass.

Bobby went into the kitchen and put the glasses on the countertop. Rain pounded on the window above the sink. He dug ice cubes out from the freezer and tonged them into the glasses. He shook the V-8 bottle vigorously and was pouring the red mix into the glasses when Ella came to the counter and stood next to him. She reached down and picked up her glass, took a healthy swig and put it back down. She turned to him.

“You were right. It’s a good day to be inside,” she said right after another thunder boomer shook the house. She put her hand on his forearm and pulled gently. He pivoted to face her and they looked at each other in the dim light.

“Do you know what I’m thinking?” she asked quietly.

“No, tell me,” he replied.

“I’d rather show you. I only hope it’s not the wrong thing and I end up regretting it.”

She pulled his arm closer to her as she moved closer to him. She leaned her face to his and kissed him on the lips. Any angst she’d had about it was erased immediately. Bobby’s lips parted and his tongue instantly searched for hers. Her other hand was soon on his hip and his arms were halfway around her back. Their tongues did soft whirls and twirls, each exploring a brand new mouth, and their first kiss lingered on. Her fingers dug into his skin through the thin cloth of her robe and his hands explored her lower back. His penis grew between his legs.

“I hope I wasn’t too forward,” she said when the kiss ended. They still held each other.

“If you hadn’t kissed me, I would have kissed you,” Bobby said. “I just hadn’t yet figured out how.”

Ella shook her head and smiled. “How old are you?” she asked.

“Almost twenty-six.”

“Almost twenty-six, huh? Well, I’m almost fifty-eight. If I was twenty or thirty years younger…”

“You kiss like you’re twenty-eight.”

“Oh, really? And what does that mean?”

“It means we should kiss whomever we want; fifty-eight, twenty-eight, twenty-six, whatever.” He pulled her a little closer and put his hand on her cheek. “Besides, you look a lot younger than that. It’s obvious where Bree’s and Summer’s foxy lady genes came from.”

He pulled her head to his and kissed her. Their lips spread apart in unison and their mouths were open for business. He pulled her tightly against him with one hand in the small of her back and the other on her ass. Bobby’s cock was hard and Ella felt it pressing against her.

It had been quite a while for her and her mind was a whirlwind of confusion wondering what the hell she was doing and imagining what it would feel like inside her. She found herself pushing her torso against it, absorbing its readiness. Her pussy was suddenly anxious and wet. God, what are we doing? she thought.

Without missing a beat and with their lips still locked and their tongues doing a sexy dance, Ella’s fingers found the string on her robe and she pulled on it. The robe loosened, then opened, and she found his engorged cock with her hand. She gripped her fingers around its girth and stroked him and they kissed even harder.

“Let’s go into the bedroom,” Ella said, half out-of-breath. Bobby nodded.