Mathew Mats Rogers SeriesChapter 6 Going Home
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Copyright© 2004, Jack Spratt. ALL Rights Reserved
Date of first publication Sunday PM, January 25, 2004
Since the last chapter was posted May 17, 2008, you may want to re-read the prior chapters...
Jack
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17/05/2008
Story intro: Mats managed to get an extra day for a long weekend during which he met more interesting people. Of course, it was just a coincidence they were all beautiful females. Kim and Jessica, a mother and her daughter, turned out to one of the major attractions. For all the Mats followers, you will enjoy his continuing adventures and conquests.
A troubling thought about the living accommodations in Evansville since Mrs. Gleason had returned with duties as caretaker of his two charges, raised a large question about future visits with his nieces. Enjoy
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Special thanks to JIM7 for his expertise in re-editing and reproofing.
No Bunnies were in peril during his edit. {Wanna bet? JIM7 LOVES bunnies ... in a STEW, especially!}
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Mats was now back at work in the oil fields and checking out the local wonders. It is amazing what one found when one looked.
The thought of having a three day weekend away from the compound, had me excited. Discovering new towns and meeting new people seemed ingrained in me, ever since my six month sabbatical that reacquainted me with my family, especially my nieces, Rebecca and Tracy. Recalling our first meeting and our subsequent times together send shivers through my body, and a tingling down to my second head. All of that might never have happened, but for the reunion of my good friend and his family. It was good to be on the road again with a trailer in tow, even if for only a three day weekend.
A little about myself, I am forty-nine and never married. My name is Matthew Rogers. Early in my checked life I was hung with the moniker ‘Mats’, and the crazy thing is, I can’t remember why. My parents are what are commonly known as ‘white trash’. Leaving home as a smart assed teenager, they likely celebrated, because it meant one less mouth to feed. In the past year, my travels allowed me to find my two nieces, for which I’m forever thankful. I still had two sisters, whom I hadn’t seen in over fifteen years. I would attempt to rectify that this year, if all went well at work. While working to secure the custody of my nieces, the long drawn out investigation revealed to me I was actually financial comfortable. It was all thanks to my accountant, Gary Stokes. He had been handling and investing my money, ever since I realized my ability in financial dealings was a total disaster.
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Preparing for the trip meant having the Avalanche serviced. Now fueled and washed, it was ready for the weekend. Checking my camping equipment and supplies, I replaced what had been used during the summer. On my list I had three items, two of them I personally won’t use. But, considering how fortunate I had been in the past couple of months, they might come in handy: tampons and pussy pads of various sizes, and two large tubes of KY Jelly.
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In midst of cleaning the trailer - it was surprising the amount of junk collected on my trip - much was now in the dumpster, freeing up all kinds of space. I planned on eating out most of the time this weekend, but I did have my coffee pot and all the fixings. My mornings had to start with fresh perked coffee!
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My trip to Vera Clara was the result of a very informative site on the internet. It listed the many events happening in the six nearest counties and encompasses all kinds of activities, sports, arts, fishing derbies and everything in between. What caught my eye was the description of the presentation of ‘The Little Match Stick Girl’ by a local group. Following the information led, me to the dance group itself. A number of very attractive young girls in costume filled my screen. Three young girls in the group were smiling. They caught my interest. All were superior eye candy. I would be staying at the Quiet Pines campsite. It would feel good to be camping again. My expectations of anything happening were minimal, and considering all the wonderful things that had transpired over the last six months, I considered myself blessed. I could easily enjoy the eye candy from afar.
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Checking my email prior to leaving, I was surprised at the number of entries from Evansville. Both of my nieces told me how much they missed me, that they were doing well in school, and they were looking forward to Easter when I planned to return.
That still needed to be cleared with my employer. The schedule for Easter operations still hadn’t been posted. If I could wangle a week off, I would certainly return to my young lovers.
There was a very interesting email from Karen Lee. She was hoping that I would return, and then went on to tell me how good she felt after our last rendezvous. She claimed the baby was growing every day, and she wondered which of us it would look like, but she still hadn’t confirmed she was pregnant, so far it was still wishful thinking. Karen told me she had never really enjoyed sex until we got together. She wanted more. What she didn’t know, was that her two daughters were also requesting more! The thought of Lane and Bryn sprawled out in my bed, beckoning me to join them, brought a very pleasant smile to my face. Both mother and her daughters were great lovers.
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Fortunately, Anneke and Krystin had made plans to attend a seminar of some sort on women’s issues. Anneke reminded me to call her, if I got back early enough to join her and her daughter for the night. What a wonderful arrangement I’d fallen into with my co-worker and her beautiful daughter. Things really couldn’t get much better than this.
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Driving gave me a chance to think; as the only distractions were the assholes that kept cutting me, and many others, off. Fortunately, the trailer had an electric braking system that kept it under control.
One item that had been perplexing to me, was if I visited my nieces with Mrs. Gleason at the apartment, it would certainly curtail any interaction between us. Besides, there was no bedroom for me. The only salvation would be a house with self a contained granny flat, or what the rich used to call a guest house. Something like that would be ideal. The girls could come and see their uncle, and it would certainly be private. Other females come to mind as well, Tanimara, Robin, Karen Lee and her two daughters, and the blond twins who were still an unknown. Just thinking about Tanimara’s dark complexion on white sheets, had me thinking to call to Gary Stokes, my accountant. He had never mentioned if I owned any houses, when I was looking for my apartment.
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It was nearly six when I rolled into Quiet Pines. A very interesting young clerk checked me in, and had me follow her to my site. Following her tight little bottom was a pleasure. The park was a bundle of activity. Tents and trailers were being set up everywhere. I couldn’t help but notice very interesting eye candy moving about.
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“This is your site, Mr. Rogers. As you can see, there are many other guests moving in as well. The noise should be minimal after everyone is set up. If you need anything at all, we will attempt to help you. By the way, my name is Sherry Fox.”
“Well, Miss Fox, I can live with that. Thank you for your help.”
We looked at each other, and she smiled. Her jeans really did her lower body justice, hugging her bottom. She was a bit overweight, but had the face of an angel, framed in a full head of long brown hair. Her lips were inviting, and her eyes were flashing with fire. She had no breasts to speak of; just small mounds with obvious nipples; but, something about her had my body twitching, and my tool growing.
“You are welcome. Are you here for the performance?”
The performance I wanted right now was to have this young girl help me with my oversized cot, and help me christen it with sex, with her being the star. She had me thinking with my lower head. I must be crazy.
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“Yes I am. I thought it would be a good diversion from the oil fields.”
“Wow, I bet that is interesting work. Sorry I have to go. I would love to hear about your job. Maybe I can come back later?”
“Well, I should be here. I may have to go and get a few supplies, though.”
“Great.”
As Sherry walked away from me, her jean covered bum showed a lot of promise. She might be a bit chunky, but something about her had my number. I watched and wondered until she disappeared around a bend.
While setting up, I meet others doing the same thing. Having done it so often, I was set up quickly. Across the way was a young woman fighting with her tent poles. Her leaning over revealed a very shapely bottom and well-toned legs, her daughter tried to help, but it was a comedy of errors. As soon as they got one corner up and moved to another, the whole thing came crashing down. She was nearly in tears.
“Can I help?”
She looked at me as if I was her salvation.
“Oh, could you, please? My husband was supposed to come, but he got called into work at the last moment. Jessica has her heart set on seeing the production of ‘The Little Match Stick Girl’, so we decide to come on our own. If I don’t get this tent set up, we won’t be seeing anything.”
“I’ll be glad to help. My name is Mats Rogers.”
“You don’t know how pleased we are to meet you, Mr. Rogers. This is my daughter, Jessica, and I’m Kim Nellis. This was to be my daughter’s birthday present. She was thirteen, yesterday.”
Jessica came into the light, and was a delight to look at. Her looks and maturity were beyond thirteen, she was well made up like her mother. Just looking at her and her mother had things stirring.
In twenty minutes we had the tent secure. All the necessary items were inside, and ready for the two of them to retire. During the ordeal of setting up the tent, our bodies bumped into each other often, as we struggled. I could tell that Jessica’s breasts were firm, as numerous times we made solid contact. Both women were wearing a haunting perfume that really had an effect on my second head.
“I can’t thank you enough, Mr. Rogers. At least we can get some sleep, tonight.”
“Please call me ‘Mats’. If there is anything else I can help with, just call me. I’m just across the road.”
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Back on my site, I located my coffee pot and got water. Soon the noise of the perking, and the aroma of the coffee had my mind off the three females. Savoring a cup while listening to a CD, I enjoyed the evening. Later, it took me nearly ten minutes to find the shower. Returning to my site, I enjoyed another cup. The fresh air took its toll. I felt exhausted and tired, although was only ten. Undressing, I lay down and enjoyed another CD.
“Mr. Rogers, are you still awake?”
Someone was outside the tent. It was female, and young by the sound of the voice.
“Yes, I am. Who is it?”
“It’s me, Sherry.”
The flap of my tent opened and Sherry came in. The light reflected off her face and seemed to silhouette her body. Her soft full tummy stuck out about two inches. Her small nipples were really noticeable. Her damp hair hung loosely.
My problem was, I was nude under a thin blanket, and my usual reaction towards young girls was in full production. I had a massive hardon. Shifting my body, I tried to minimize the appearance. Sherry noticed, but seemed to ignore it.
“You have a nice tent. Everything looks new.”
“It is, I won all of this in a poker game.”
“You must be good at cards. I only play Old Maid.”
As she turned I noticed her zipper was pulled down on her jeans, exposing her yellow ‘little girl’ panties, with a blue design of some sort on them. The effect of seeing panties had me aching for relief. She leaned over to setup a chair and gave me a view of her ample bottom. It was still shapeless, but had a very distinctive crack. There was nothing I could do about my persistent hardon as she sat.
“It’s late, Sherry. Won’t someone be looking for you?”
“Not likely! Tonight has been one of the busiest nights I have ever seen! My uncle and aunt will be busy most of the night, registering guests.”
“Is every weekend like this?”
“Oh, no. Usually, we’re left with a lot of vacancies; but this weekend is the musical production, and it usually brings in a lot of people from around the state.”
When Sherry sat, more of her panties were in view, exposing a large cameltoe, as well as some very beautiful pink skin. Not much sun had touched the area exposed. The effect she had on me was ridiculous.
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Sherry had spent the last two summers at Quiet Pines helping. She enjoyed meeting the people and helping where she could. She lived with her parents and brother in the city, but this was like camping. She had actually arrived this afternoon, and was going back on Tuesday. She was twelve, and very conscious of her awkwardly developing preteen body. Our conversation went the complete gambit from my work, to her experiences at school.
“I wish I looked like the other girls. Maybe the boys would notice me. I am so big, nobody likes me.”
“Don’t say that, Sherry, you’re very attractive.”
“You think I am pretty?”
“Very, and I can only imagine how much more stunning you will look when your body catches up to your beautiful face.”
That comment brought a smile. She stood, and then walked towards me, her jeans splaying at her zipper, and exposing more of her panties and the blue birds on them. Her belly button was exposed. It was large and deep on her soft full tummy. The effect of the bare skin and panties was not helping me.
“Did you know your zipper is undone?”
“Yes, the jeans are bit tight so when it’s dark I unzip it. Do you want me to do it up?”
“No, it’s not necessary. I just wasn’t sure you were aware of it.”
Now she was sitting on the edge of my bed. With her this close, it was very hard to conceal my interest. I would put a pillow in my lap, but that would only call attention to my plight. She looked at my tent, and then looked me in the face.
“You really do think I’m beautiful, don’t you?”
“Very much so.”
Sherry surprised me by leaning over and kissing me. It was a very inexperienced kiss. She then stuck her tongue in my mouth. My hand ran up and down her back, confirming she hadn’t got enough titties for a bra. She was all nipples. Moving her body, her hand found my tool. A nervous reaction had me jerk. She lost her grip, and then found it again. She squeezed.
“Some of the girls at school talk about what they do with the guys. Do you like this?”
She squeezed and made an effort to pump me. This obviously was the first time for her experimenting with sex, but why me? It took all my will power not to cum. Although she couldn’t see what she was handling, Sherry seemed infatuated with what she was doing. Gritting my teeth was helping a bit. Her hand slipped under the blanket, seeking what she had been handling. Her warm hand grasped my tool, and with one flip, the blanket was history. Her eyes widened as she examined the mushroom head, with precum forming in the slit. When she unhanded me and stood, I felt relieved. Her next surprise was when she pulled up her T-shirt. Her nipples were hard and appealing, with no breasts, they were just small flesh cones. She took my hand and brought it to one nipple. It felt so hard on her soft chest. Sherry still had all her baby fat. My finger automatically started to massage.
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“That does feel good, Matts. I play with them myself, but your hand feels warm and different.”
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I couldn’t help but look at her exposed panties, and wondered what treasures were hidden between her legs. At her level of development, I was betting her pussy was hairless. The scent of shampoo and body wash flowed over me. Sherry had just had a shower or bath. I kissed her damp hair, and she turned to look at me. This put one of her nipples ‘in harm’s way.’ With it less than an inch from my mouth, it was soon trapped. Sherry’s skin had a distinct taste. Sucking her nipple had the expected reaction from her. She was panting and moaning. When I was switching nipples, she pushed her soft body onto mine. My hand was on her back and slid down to the waistband of her panties. Slipping a finger into her panties, I quickly found the divide of her bum cheeks. Her skin was so soft and warm. Wiggling her body, she gave me the impression she wanted my hand to continue its exploring. Within seconds, I was cupping her bum cheeks, and my finger was exploring her crack. When I struck pay dirt, her body stiffened. Her anal pucker squeezed my finger; but, with little effort, my finger found its home.
“You have your finger in my bumhole.”
“Yes, I do. How does it feel?”
“Funny, but nice.”
Slowly inserting my finger in an in and out motion, Sherry tightened her anal muscles, putting pressure on my finger and increasing the sensation for herself. She was a quick study. Maneuvering my hand to a better position, my finger sunk to the third knuckle, and her jeans were forced downwards. I didn’t know if Sherry realized what was happening, but she was working her anal muscles on my finger as she closely examined my cock. She found the foreskin very interesting, and was covering and uncovering the massive purple head. From my angle I could only see her plump ass, pudgy and soft looking. Then her jeans seemed to fall and dragged her panties down with them. She was naked from her titties to her knees. The mystery of what was between her legs would soon be revealed when she stood. She was really giving my cock a going over. I could feel the urge to cum increasing.
Finally she stood, and my finger slipped out of her anal pucker. Looking at her nude body created a wonderful feeling in me. I loved her soft tummy as it sloped towards her young virgin pussy. Her pussy looked like a hot dog bun, lips tightly together, no hair, but very appealing. My hardon was like an iron bar. The sexual connotation of looking at Sherry was driving me wild.
“I don’t look like the other girls in my gym class. Some of them have hair on their pee pees. See, I haven’t got any.”
She lifted one leg to the cot, and the action spread her love lips. Everything was a soft pink. She had no clitoris to speak of, hell I couldn’t even see a small bud of a clitoris. Her pussy moisture glistened in the light.
“Well, I think you are beautiful, Sherry.”
She looked at me, smiling appreciatively as she wiggled out of her shoes and removed her jeans and panties with the help of her feet. Then she was in my arms, and our naked bodies melded together. Her kiss included her tongue in my mouth. Her pudgy body felt good in my arms. Rolling over, we were face to face on my big cot. It wasn’t long before my hand found her warm pussy. First cupping it, feeling how moist the slit was, then probing. My finger slid easily into her, stopping at her hymen. Searching for a clitoris, I managed to find a very small pimple at the top of her slit. It was very sensitive as she inhaled deeply when I started rubbing.
“What are you doing, Mats?”
“Rubbing your clit.”
“Clit?”
“It is the most important part of your body. It will give you pleasure. Just let your feelings go and enjoy the sensation.”
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Considering the vast amount of secretion flowing from her pussy, her body was more than ready for sexual feelings. Sherry dug in her heels into the mattress, lifting her hips upwards while making some serious grunting sounds. Her head was rocking from side to side as her crescendo continued to rise. When her body stiffened like a board and her breathing stopped, she crashed through the throes of her first climax. Panting heavily, she opened her eyes and stared at me.
“What did you do to me? I feel all squishy inside. My legs have no feeling at all.”
“Don’t worry. It’s nothing serious. You just experienced your first climax. Some people call it cumming.”
“You mean I will feel like this every time someone does this to me?”
“Yes, and you can do it for yourself.”
“How do I do that?”
Guiding her finger to her slit, I placed it on her clitoris. It was so sensitive she gasped. Then placing the finger in her pussy to get it lubricated, I had her slowly rubbed her clitoris with her finger. The smile that filled her face told me she was enjoying the discovery of her sexuality.
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“Just rub it softly, keep your finger lubricated by sticking it in your pussy.”
Watching Sherry as she enjoyed her first experience masturbating didn’t help my situation. I was hurting. Her young preteen pussy was emitting very powerful pheromones, which seemed to be guiding me to kissing her love lips. It was very erotic watching her masturbate. Sherry’s breathing became erratic, and then she came hard. With her eyes closed, she enjoyed the aftermath of her climax with her legs spread. The view was fantastic. Her love lips were swollen, but were spread slightly showing the tight pink opening of her vulva. She hadn’t any minor labia to speak of. It was just too much for me. Lowering my face, my tongue flicked her moist opening. Sherry’s eyes opened wide.
“You licked me on my pussy.”
“I did. You taste good.”
This time I mouthed her complete pussy and began sucking noisily, as she tried to push my face from her. Persistently, my tongue lapped at her slit, and then I tried to penetrate her opening with my tongue. She moved about as her sensations took over. Twice she exposed her tight smooth anal pucker. Both of her openings showed promise. After her third oral climax, I sat up and watched her as she panted from the exertion.
She sat up, her body still shaking. Sherry surprised me by grabbing my hardon.
“I really got you hard, didn’t I?”
“Very hard.”
“Some of the boys at school walk around with Woodies. At least, that’s what some of the girls call them. They don’t get hard looking at me. You really think I’m pretty.”
“You are more the pretty, Sherry; you are very sexy as well.”
She watched my foreskin rolling up and down as she pumped. Precum was seeping from me. I was not sure what to do, as I was in need of a climax.
“You like that, Mats?”
“Very much, your hand feels so good.”
“What is a blowjob?”
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Now that surprised me more than anything else that had happened. Sherry was new to sex, but seemed to know more than she realized.
“Why do you ask?”
“A few girls say they do that with the boys, and some do it at school during lunch period.”
“Where do they do that?”
Sherry blushed as she thought about it.
“In the girls shower, I have stood guard at the door. I knock hard when a teacher is in the area. Sometimes four or five girls bring boys with them. I have never seen what they do, but when they leave, they are all giggling.”
“A blowjob is when a girl sucks a guy’s penis.”
“Is that all? The guys seem awful stupid after the girls suck them.”
“Boys cum, like you did. It makes them feel good.”
“Do you like being sucked?”
“Yes, I do.”
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Sherry looked me in the face, then at my purplish cock head. I could only imagine what was going through her mind. All I could do was hope she tried. Lowering her head to my cock, her tongue flicked out and tasted the precum. Her tongue swirled around in her mouth as she attempts to make up her mind if she liked the taste. She looked at me smiling. I watched as she engulfed the head.
Shit, it nearly caused me to cum. Her warm mouth felt so good. Taking about four inches into her mouth she started gagging, but it didn’t deter her. She kept repositioning my cock in her mouth, and finally got comfortable. At first her sucking was awkward, but she quickly got into a rhythm. Slowly, I pumped in and out of her mouth, what a sensation.
“Sherry, I’m going to cum. I squirt thick cream.”
Her eyes were shiny bright. She continued to suck. My hope was the hot cum didn’t deter her from swallowing. Then all hell brook loose. Gob after gob of pent up cum ejaculated into her mouth and throat. She gagged, but didn’t let go of my cock. I felt her hand tighten up on the base of my cock, as she continued to suck me dry. The rush of relief was what I had been waiting for, ever since she had come into my tent. Sherry was surprised when my cock shrunk to a limp stub.
“Nothing to be concerned about, Sherry, all guys do that. It will be hard again in a while. You’re very good. Did you like the taste?”
“It’s not the best thing I’ve tasted, but it’s not too bad. You really like that?”
“All men and boys enjoy it, Sherry. You did very well for your first time.”
“Thank you.”
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Watching her dress did give me another hardon. Her basically shapeless body was a real turn on. Of course, I was wondering if her body was mature enough for sex. Prior to leaving, she gave me a kiss. Sleep came quickly. It was a super way to start the weekend in Vera Clara.
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In the morning the first thing I did was start my coffee. With it perking, I changed the sheets and made the big cot. Cum tracks were on last night’s sheets. On my summer travels, one lesson I had learned, was to always have clean sheets available. I now had five sets. With a cup of fresh coffee, I enjoyed the morning.
“Good morning, Mr. Rogers.”
“Good morning, Mrs. Nellis, can I offer you a coffee?”
“You know, the one thing I forgot was my coffee pot. I would love a cup.”
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Kim was wearing form fitting red leather pants, and an unbuttoned matching jacket. If I’d had any doubts about her body, they were now resolved. She was in great shape. Her red hair was tied in a ponytail. When she leaned over to accept the coffee, her jacket opened, giving me a wonderful view of her white blouse that was bulging with Kim. She was wearing the same haunting perfume as last night. It would be interesting to know if she was interested in sex and if she was available. She sat at the site’s picnic table, across from me.
“Have you been here before, Mr. Rogers?”
“Please call me ‘Mats’. No this is my first time. I found it on the net.”
“That’s interesting. And please call me ‘Kim’. If you like musical productions, you will enjoy this one. The girls are very talented for their ages.”
“This will be my first. I just wanted to get away from the compound, and out of the oil fields.”
“Well, perhaps we can go together. Jessica wants to meet some of the performers from past productions and she will be busy most of the time renewing acquaintances.”
“I would enjoy that. I have to get a ticket today.”
“Fat chance of that happening! If you haven’t got a ticket by now, you will go on standby and hope someone turns one in. You can use my husband’s. We purchased ours three months ago.”
“Live and learn. I will gladly pay for it.”
“Mom, where are you?”
Watching Jessica come out of the tent nearly had me spill my coffee in my lap. She, like her mom, was dressed in red leather. She was a walking wet dream. This was early in the day, yet her makeup was as flawless as her mother’s. Her breasts pushed out on the zippered jacket. Her red hair was long and styled, framing her face. Her green eyes were bright.
“Over here, Jessica. Come and say good morning to Mats. If it wasn’t for him we would have been sleeping in the back seat of the van.”
“Good morning, Mats.”
“Good morning, Jessica, do you drink coffee?”
“I do, but I’m going to meet some of the girls I haven’t seen since the last concert. I’ll see you this afternoon.”
“Okay, Jessica. Do you have your cell?”
“Yes, Mom.”
“Good. Call me when you want to return. I’ll come and pick you up.”
It was hard not to stare at her bottom as she walked away. The leather pants were buried in her ass crack. I had always wondered why women wear their pants like that. Mind you, I loved looking at women wearing tight jeans or pants. Men hated the feeling of too tight jeans. Turning my attention to Kim, it was hard not to stare at her, also. She looked too young to have a thirteen year old daughter. Looking up from her coffee, she gave me a devastating smile.
“Is there a Mrs. Rogers?”
“I’m afraid not, my life hasn’t been one that attracts women. Nowdays, I’m mostly in the oil fields; and before that, the service. Last year was the first time I took non-medical time off in over a decade. It was my trip in the summer that made me realize how much I’ve been missing. That is why I’m here. It’s not because I’m a fan of the arts, but just to interact with more people.”
“I’ve been to many events such as this one, and you are correct, I have met many interesting people. Some I’ve come to think of as friends and we now see each other several times a year. It’s also a lot of fun.”
The heat of the sun seemed to warm the area, as the wind was non-existent. Kim lowered the zipper on her leather jacket. Her protruding breasts were fully exposed in her white blouse. Last night I thought she was well endowed; today, I knew she was. They stood out proudly, with no apparent sag. I had the feeling I was ‘standing out’ as well. As much as I wanted Kim, there were a number of tasks to do today.
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