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With my hands locked behind her, and her doing all the work, I expended very little effort as she gingerly slid up and down my rampant cock.
Her passion mounted as she impaled herself further and further on my shaft. She leaned forward and locked me in a fiery kiss as her tight little tube squeezed and massaged my raging hard-on. Her lips were soft and sweet as they melted against mine and our tongues danced within the joined cavities. She moaned into my mouth and came softly,shuddering against me.
When she came up for air, I said "Look." Nodding downward to indicate the juncture of our pelvises.
She came again when she saw her pubic hair mingled with mine and realized that she’d taken all of me without discomfort!
When her spasms ceased there was a fire in her gaze as she rasped,"Fuck me, Nick! Now that I’ve got it all, I want it all! Fuck me good and hard!"
I moved my hands back to her buttocks as she relinquished control and pulled her legs up to rest on my shoulders. I took a couple of tentative strokes, testing the waters. When she showed no discomfort,even seemed impatient with my caution, I raised her bottom to the very top of my shaft and dropped it! At the same time my hips slammed upward, and my shower nymph screamed and spasmed through another orgasm!
"Again!" she rasped, and I obliged.
For the next five minutes I ravished her willing pussy, and each time I hammered the end of tunnel, she came!
With my own climax approaching fast, and my arms beginning to tire, I backed her up to the tiled wall and simply pounded her against it,harder and faster with each stroke! Her cries, moans and squirming body gave me to know that she was cumming continuously, and it wasn’t long before I joined her, pumping what meager offerings my middle-aged body could scrape together in the wake of its previous depletion, deep into her clutching, spasming body! What my ejaculation lacked in quantity, it more than made up for in quality! Stars burst behind my eyes and my knees lost the ability to hold us up! We slid slowly down the wall, my valiant member still trying to spit something, anything,into Parminder’s nearly comatose body!
When next I was aware of my surroundings, the water from the shower was beginning to cool, and Parminder was planting a series of small,tender kisses all over my face.I reached up and turned off the water, slowly, carefully extracting myself from Parminder’s twitching pussy.
As she clumsily got to her feet, supported by the wall and my hand,the young actress said, "Do you realize that this is the first time in my life I’ve had sex just for the sake of having sex?"
"Casting couches?" I asked, "I would have thought those had fallen into disuse."
"They have, except for adult movies." she replied, "Sex is so easily available in and around the industry that an actor would have to be fatuous to believe that sleeping with someone would get her a juicy part. Still, there are certain people to whom a fledgling actor doesn’t say ‘no’. It’s never blatant, but the implication is always there: ‘Put out or get out!’"
"Hmmm…!" I tried to think of something sympathetic to say, but sympathy has never been my strong suit, so I said, "Well, I hope you find many other occasions for recreational sex! I’ll certainly do whatever my poor, tired old body can manage to help with that!"
She hit me with a wet fist, "‘Poor, tired old body’! That ‘poor, tired old body’ has nearly destroyed this young, energetic one, I’ll have you know!"
We dried off in silence and headed for our separate rooms. I had just turned out the lights and settled in to sleep when I felt the covers lift, and Parminder slipped in, her naked back spooned to my equally naked front. I put an arm around her soft, warm body and fell contentedly to sleep.
Parminder was my guest for three more days. Sex, after the night she gave me her ‘naughty massage’, was slower, sweeter, and less urgent.She slept in my bed the rest of her stay, and I couldn’t have been happier. No one had shared my bed for any length of time since my wife died, but this felt, well, right.
When it was time to drive her to the airport, I took her bags out while she put the finishing touches on her hair and make-up. I waited in the yard and when she emerged, looking somehow younger than when I first met her, she headed for the truck, parked near the barn.
"I think we’ll take something a little more comfortable for this trip," I said, triggering the garage door remote, "unless you really want to be dropped off at the airport in a farm truck."
She turned at the sound of the door opening and her eyebrows rose almost to her hairline when she saw the collection of vintage cars behind the rising doors. I guess I had forgotten to mention how much I enjoyed restoring old vehicles, not just the truck.
I donned the chauffeur’s cap I had hidden behind my back, and opened the passenger compartment door of the classic Rolls, offering my hand to help her in.
"Amazing!" she said in wonder as she took in the pristine condition of the leather and the polished wood.
I climbed into the open driving compartment, and started the engine,giving it a few minutes to warm up. When it was purring like a kitten, I pushed in the clutch and put the shift lever into first.Just as I was about to let the clutch out, I heard the window behind me slide open, and turned to see what my passenger wanted, being careful not to release the clutch.
"Wait!" was all she said, then I heard the passenger door open and she rushed around the front of the car to climb in beside me. "There!That’s much better! I won’t have you treated like an employee!"
I grinned at her reminder of how I scolded her when we first met, and slowly let the clutch out while giving it some gas. The powerful engine made little noise as the Rolls slid smoothly out onto the driveway.
"Will you come visit me, Nick?" Parminder asked, hopefully.
I met her gaze steadily and said, "Probably not, Parminder. I like what I’ve got here, and don’t particularly want to get mixed up with that crowd. You probably wouldn’t benefit from it either, since I tend to speak my mind."
She nodded, understanding, but not pleased.
"You’re welcome here, though." I said, "Anytime!"
I see her now, once or twice a year, and though we still enjoy sex together, we’re more like old friends. I’ve built the east fence around the pool area so high that no one on those hills is going to get a shot into that area, and I’ve covered the entire fenced portion with reflective material that lets plenty of light through, but keeps out prying eyes from helicopters and the like. It’s not enough light for sunbathing, but one must make concessions. Oh yeah, I now have a kennel full of guard dogs that do a better job of discouraging intruders than my signs.
When Parminder’s not around, I roll back the reflective cover and let anybody who wants to spend the money for a chopper take pictures of me. My drinking buddies and I got a good laugh the first time my nudes appeared in National Enquirer, but now they’re only good for a few chuckles before the subject changes. I will say, though, that the local girls, of all ages, have shown considerably more interest in me since those pictures started coming out! You’d be surprised how many of them want to have sex by the pool!
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