Visiting Ms Payne
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George Payne Pt. 01 free porn video
Sure, little lady, you can come aboard. Deelighted ya stopped by, whatever it’s for. Let me give ya a hand. Nice day, isn’t it? May get a bit rough tonight when the storm blows through. Can I offer ya something to drink? Now, now, I’ve got all kinds of stuff here: bourbon, Scotch, gin, vodka. Even got some craft beers from the monastery, Belgian stuff young folks like you seem to like. Oh, all right. I’ll get ya some water. Think I got a bottle below. C’mon down, your price is right!
Here ya go. No, don’t drink much anymore myself. Just a belt around happy hour, only somethin’ good. Don’t ever settle for riding second class, I always say. Well, haven’t been doin’ it alla 96 years, just about 7 decades, more or less. Yeah, I’m George Payne: welcome to my yacht. No, lotsa people tell me I don’t look my age.
So you’re a Harvard student? Deevinity school and everything? So what brings ya to Scarecrow Island, Connecticut? Doing a cultural study on old people and their memories, especially how faith has affected their lives. Well, you’ve come to the right place: I got an excellent memory and glad to tell you everything I can about this place, been here a long time. Got a little faith, just a little, no more. I know He’s up there, just hope He’s not lookin’ this way too often.
Where do I come from? What, don’t ya believe I’m a Yankee? Oh, hell no, not ashamed of where I come from: Wesley Island, Georgia. Off the coast a ways, just like this little spit of land. Bein’ up North has rubbed most of the accent out, but not all of it. My Dad was a soldier in World War I, the Great War, but didn’t make it back home, they said he died of Spanish Influenza in Iowa. Never knew him, even when I was in diapers. Mom and me were pretty much alone. Mom died when I turned 15, and I worked my way up the coast. Nope, never finished High School, but I’ve got a super memory, almost freaky.
By the way, you look like somebody I knew way back. She was a little on the tall side, like you, blonde hair, blue eyes, curvy. You musta played volleyball in high school. Thought so, aha! No, her name doesn’t come to me. What’s your name, darlin’? Lucy Winkler. Wow, that rings a bell, too. You didn’t just get out of a time machine, didya? Oh well, I’m a sucker for ponytails, especially one on each side.
So ya want me to tell you stories. There’ll be a price. Oh, Gloria told you. Ooo, she’s askin’ for it, that one, she might get a paddlin’. And that didn’t stop you from comin’ down? You got no problem…I imagine since your gonna be a minister, a man of the-whoops, woman of the cloth-all right, suits me fine. Make it worth my while and I’m happy to spend time with you, particularly since you’ve got such nice tits. Thanks for smilin’, you’re a pretty girl.
No, don’t know why I’m still here. Like I said: keep my distance from Him, maybe He’s forgot ’bout me. Now I’ve been to church a few times, I’m not an atheist. I can be pretty moral at times. Well, I always eat oatmeal in the mornin’, like my greens, catch my own fish, usually eat what’s fresh, unless the harbor’s frozen over and I have to take the boat out of the water. Then I stay up at the old lighthouse, keep a cot up there. Oh, Winter slows everythin’ down here, most people leave, the rich bastards. Used to sail down the coast myself, even far as Cuba, to get away from the cold, but can’t do that anymore. But I keep pretty active, always doin’ something or someone, Aha! Well, thank ya for saying I could be in my seventies, that’s right nice of ya. It’s not the years that matter, it’s the milage. Sure, I don’t go up ladders anymore, I’m not stupid, but I don’t sit around too much neither. Nope, not much in the way of aches and pains, I’m still pretty limber. You’ll see…
Summer of ’58? Hell yes, I remember it, remember it well. It was a good summer for me in more ways than one. Why d’ya pick that one? You had to pick one over 50 years past for your project. Oh, Gloria told you big changes started that year, things were never the same after that. OK, I get it. Oh, you’re gonna record me on your iPhone? Shit, what’s the world comin’ to? No, I don’t mind. Can’t embarrass me, always said what I wanted and didn’t give a shit what anybody thought ’bout it.
Oh, I been here since after the War, WW2. Did a spell in the Merchant Marines. Caught on here as a handyman, by ’58 I was called the Caretaker of Scarecrow Island. Well, it made sense, I like to get around, do a lot of different stuff, like to walk the beaches, see what’s comin’ over the horizon, and I only sleep ’bout 2 hours at a time. Oh, I sleep ’bout 3 or 4 times a day, that’s enough for me. Nope, always been that way. Well, mostly I just kept my eyes open, you know, in case a strange boat came over the horizon or a gnarly weather forecast came over the air and spread the word when I needed to. Had a radio for the Coast Guard if I needed it, and the State Patrol. Only ’bout 12 families ever lived here, even now.
Was a mechanic in the MM: a radio man. Could fix pretty much everythin’ that broke round here, still do. Still run over to the mainland in my launch one or twice a week, sail if it’s nice, or I used to. Girl in every port, in the old days. Oh, you don’t believe that? You’ll see, Lucy, you’ll see. Think you what want to, aha!
Oh, that summer was a beautiful one, ’58. I remember the day when the yacht came in with the Halstrom family, a little after Memorial Day, that’s what started everythin’. Lots of big hopes rode in that day. Mike Halstrom was in oil, big oil, high up in the company. No, which one doesn’t matter. Good guy, average build, blue eyes, dark hair, pushin’ 40. He’d been here as a kid, working the grounds at the Barclay Inn one summer. Almost local boy makes good, that story, rich man comin’ back to his roots. Nope, he didn’t come from here. His wife Betty was a bitch: tall, pretty thin, massive tits and hips, usually had a look on her face that could curdle milk. Matronly, wanted to rise high in society. Don’t think I ever saw her smile, well maybe a time or two but we’re not at that part of the story. Daughter Anna: 18 year old perfection. If she’d been one of the summer workers I woulda taken a crack at her.
No, Teddy Barclay spotted her on the way in, never got a chance. She was running around deck in a bathing suit when they came around the point, changed for when they docked: dressed in a silly sailor suit like a 12 year old. Yeah, you’re right but we’re way ahead of the story. Let’s take this in order. I saw Teddy up on the hill with his binoculars that morning, well he was there a lot anyway, looking at the ships or at the beaches. A good lookin’, red blooded boy, hard-workin’, just done with High School and saving money for college. Tall, dark and handsome lad, nothing like his father. His father Edward was a fat, dorky smartass who came from a good family and picked up the family taste for booze. Damn near drank his way out of that Inn, but that’s getting ahead of the story, too. Teddy’s mom Brenda was a looker: average size, weight and everything, but my, how hot! That face could not only launch a thousand ships, it could stop them dead in the water, too. Had her bedroom window in my telescope many a night.
Now, did I say I was a good person? I still get some action, once or twice a week. There’s a couple of ladies like Gloria who stop by, old widow ladies who don’t give a rat’s ass ’bout their reputations, I help make the world a better place for them, put some motion into their ocean. Like reputation matters these days! Hell, it sure did back then. Was I cruisin’ for chicks in those days? Back then I was after it every time possible, every day if I could, but discreet. No, always been pretty careful, at least, far as not getting too greedy. Never slept with one of the highbrow locals in those days, nor their daughters, never. Sleep with somebody important here and everybody knows in a week, sometimes a couple of days. Also meant I wouldn’t be trusted, and trust is important. Burglar shouldn’t steal f
rom his neighbors, if he’s smart, wild animals generally don’t shit where they eat. I was the kids’ bus driver, so to speak, ran them from the island into school and back every day. Never laid a hand on any of ’em, they though I was a dutch uncle. We got along all right, never had to feed any of ’em to the sharks. Aha! Used to threaten the little ones with that, just to rile them up or keep ’em in line. Residents here trust me and that makes a big difference, I keep that trust.
God, woulda loved to tap Brenda Barclay myself but her crazy husband probably woulda shot my ass. Since Anna’s mom was angling to join local society, the Halstrom girl was off limits, too. I stuck to visitors and working kids here for the summer for the most part. Oh, I can be a silver tongued devil when I want to be. Also good at getting hold of stuff, stuff folks don’t normally have access to round here, some of summer workers called me the general store of Scarecrow. No, don’t deal weed anymore, used to. Won’t matter soon, will it?
I also listen pretty good. Hell, by then I didn’t have to work as a handyman, heard enough investment advice here and there to build up a pretty good bankroll, even by then. No, you don’t need to know how much. Worked ’cause I like it and don’t like to sit still. These old pricks wouldn’t have accepted me into their club as a rich man as it was even though I had more money than most of ’em. Happy just to have the boat and freedom to go where I wanted.
Let me get back to the story of the Holstroms back in ’58. Old Edward Barclay was pretty put out about Mike coming back and throwing his money around: Mike had worked for him about 20 years earlier, and Ed didn’t think turnabouts was fair play. The old drunk had a lot of pride, which only helped him stay mean and drunk. I think Brenda talked Ed into letting them come ’cause they were pretty broke and needed the booking. Old man even swallowed his pride and gave them the best rooms he had. Beautiful view that overlooked the bay, his own quarters, too. I’m sure that made a difference how things developed.
Speaking of developing, you need to start investing in this conversation. Let me get him out, have to be careful. Ever seen one that big? I think not, can tell you’re impressed. Oh yeah, you know what to do.
Your hand is so soft. Spit on him, give him a little lubrication. That’s it. Nice. You look familiar, you come from around these parts? Providence-all right. Close enough to everything. You don’t have to ask about goin’ farther if the spirit moves you, just do it. Aha!
All right, back to ’58. I heard they all sat around the big table at dinner, formal wear and all, and everybody who was anybody on the island was there. Table conversation had to be a strange one, from what Flora Evans said afterward. Think Edward grossed out Betty Halstrom, asked her if she ever went skinny dipping, and rambled a long time how great it was. Bet she was never nekkid except in the bath. Course nobody wanted to think about old Ed being nekkid, ever. The kids didn’t pay much attention, just looked at each other dreamy-eyed across the table. Well, they were probably the only two their age around that summer. No, there were three other kids here, but they were working at different houses, they woulda been too busy to socialize. Class meant something then, too. The adults would have kept the working kids at a distance, but Tony knew ’em a little.
Oh, I met them, you bet. Nice kids. Coupla boys from UConn did some landscaping for the families on the other side of the island and next door to them there was a Radcliffe girl doin’ some housekeeping. What a body on that kid! Oh, they wanted cigarettes and booze and were too young to get ’em. I helped them out, for a price. No, she didn’t have to pay money. She was really pretty special.
The next day I was working the other side of the island, fixing a couple of lawn mowers in a little shop I rented. Mid-morning, Tony Barclay caught up with me: he used to bring everybody the mail, he’d catch the incoming bag from the mail boat and throw them the outgoing. Anyway, Tony was all worked up, ‘Hey Mr. Payne, got a bill or two for ya.’
‘Thanks, Tony. Everybody excited to see the new guests?’
‘Oh yeah. Mrs. Halstrom’s pretty stuck up, but Mr. Halstrom’s pretty great and Anna is wonderful.’
‘I bet. You walk around the garden last night? Get a good look at her yet?’
‘Shit, Mr. Payne, you’re psychic! Saw her on the deck when they were coming in: what a tomato! Blonde hair, blue eyes, what a figure. Said her Mom made her put on the dorky outfit when they came to the dock. Her Mom’s a witch with a capital B. Dad grossed her out at dinner, he was into his third martini, and the look on her face should have killed him. Mom was acting pretty weird too, as if Mr. Halstrom was somebody she didn’t want to see, didn’t say much. By the time I got done walking in the garden with Anna, only Dad was still at the table, working on another martini.’
‘Didya have a nice walk in the garden?’
‘Yeah, you bet.’
‘She a good kisser?’
He blushed a little, it was kinda cute. ‘Oh, yeah. Don’t think she ever done it before.’
‘Well, take your time, Tony. Go slow, it’s the best way. You’ll have lotsa time to get to know her, and you don’t wanta have just a cheap fling. You wanta settle down here someday, find somebody ta share it with, and goin’ for a quick lay will mess that up.’
‘Oh really? Never thought I’d hear you say that.’
‘I speak from experience: I got everythin’ I want and don’t wanna get tied down. I likes my freedom.You’re not like me, so don’t be me. Don’t be your old man, either. Take your time and let things happen naturally. Be who you are.’
‘Okay. Gotta run, see you later.’
When I got done in the shop was time to see Flora, who was living at the Barclay Inn. Good family, their fortune got gambled away, and Flora needed painkillers for her arthritis. She needed a delivery and I needed a release-hey, I’m not proud, I’ll take it wherever I can get it. Almost. When I came in her door, I’d never seen her so agitated. ‘You’ll never believe what I heard this morning!’
Flora was an eavesdropper from way back. I started unzipping her dress and asked her: ‘What, Flora?’
‘Well, I was down in the basement, getting out my summer dresses from the locker, and I overheard Brenda in the laundry room. She wasn’t alone! She was in there with Mike Halstrom, and what were they talking about? The old days. You remember when Mike was a groundskeeper out here?’
‘Yeah, a couple of summers before the war, if I remember right. Nice kid, hard worker.’
‘Well, he and Brenda had a romance that summer! They were screwing each other regularly, passionately. All the while she was dating Edward. She’d go swimming and drink lemonade all day with her future husband and screw the help every night. What a hussy! If I’d only known! She chose Edward because it seemed he had more money, a better future, and she didn’t see a good life for her anywhere off the island. Well, Mike went out and made a fortune while Edward’s been pissing his life away here, and she’s tired of it! Wants to divorce Edward and marry Mike if he can get free. Can you imagine that?’
‘Well, seems like a good idea. Not often ya get a second chance to do things right.’
‘Well, they’re going to meet at the boathouse tonight at 2AM! I heard some noises, I think they were kissing but I don’t think they had time for more than that. She was buttoning her blouse when she came out, and he followed a few minutes later. Shameful, sneaking around like that! Can you imagine what they’re going to do?’
‘Sorta like what we’re gonna do, right?’ Flora smiled and we didn’t talk much after that, since most of her clothes were on the floor.
Lucy, I can see you imagining what they did and I like it you’re stroking faster. You keep imaging those two lovers makin’ that rendezvous. The boathouse walkway is elevated, I was
underneath it when they met. Nice, keep doing that, feels good. They met at 2AM and didn’t say much. Imagine they used the sailcloth as a cushion, and she’s a noisy girl in the sack. Think about them fucking, Lucy. I’m a little dry, you need to give me some lubrication. Oh yes, baby, take it in, suck the head, I like that. Brenda Barclay was moaning like a whore as Mike Halstrom fucked her, I snuck a look. Her head went back and forth and her mouth was open, her skirt was up and her blouse was open, he played with her tits as he fucked her. Oh, I’m gonna be ready soon. Think about them, Lucy: he was banging her hard, she hit her head on the wall and didn’t notice, she was so into it. She hadn’t been well fucked all her married life and she was gettin’ it at last after ’bout twenty years. Oh, oh, oh, oh, stroke me faster, almost there, take me over the top, YES!
God, Lucy. I think I’m in love. Let me take your picture, you look so cute with sperm all over your face. Now don’t worry, not sharing it with anybody, I’m a greedy bastard. Got nothing to prove to the Internet. Love your dimples. There’s a roll of paper towels on the counter for ya to clean up with. Oh, Mike and Brenda screwed at least two hours that night, then snuck back to their frigid beds. No, I don’t think Tony and Anna got another crack at each other before they went to bed that night, but they were able to wave good night to each other. Oh, their windows were in easy view of each other’s.Think she was only wearing her slip, the little tease. That was a lot in those days. Sounded kinda cute to me.
I think I need a nap, dearie. Glad you liked the story. No, I’m pretty much always here these days. If somebody needs something fixed they generally bring it around here. I got a shed by the dock where I keep my workspace. Probably go for a little swim around sunset if it’s not storming. You want to come hear more of the story? Great. See ya, Sweetheart.
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