After retiring from the Air Force, I moved into a gated community, in suburban Atlanta. It was a fairly quiet community, except for some of the kids living there, but they never bothered me when I was home. Having a job as an airline pilot, I was only home over the weekend.
At 54, I had never been married. I was engaged a few times, but with the constant moves with the Air Force every few years, they usually left me, because they didn't want to move.
Most of my neighbors knew about my service in the Air Force and knew that I exercised regularly when I was home, seeing me out running. A few weeks ago, one of my neighbors asked if I could strength-train his 18-year-old daughter, Lindsey before she headed off to college to play volleyball.
I found it to be a rather odd request, considering his daughter would probably be better off going to a personal trainer. But her dad informed me that he didn't want to pay for a personal trainer, so I agreed to help with what I could.
Today was the day she was supposed to come over for the first time. I looked at my watch nervously, knowing Lindsey would be here any minute.
I was startled by the doorbell, jumping off the couch and heading for the front door. I struggled to get the deadbolt unlocked, then opened the door to see Lindsey standing there.
Lindsey wore a loose-fitting cutoff shirt that ended just below her chest, matching yoga shorts, ankle-high socks, and tennis shoes.
"Hi Mr. Letcher, I'm here for my first day of training," Lindsey smiled innocently.
I stood there for a moment, taking in the sight in front of me. She was quite tall, at least 6'. I slowly looked down at her lightly tanned, very slim, hourglass body, watching her shoulder-length brown hair sway in the light breeze. I figured her tits were probably a B-cup. I moved on down her toned stomach, and her long, smooth legs.
I opened the screen door and she entered my house. I cleared my throat nervously, "Please call me Joe. Let me ask you. Why exactly do you need strength training? Doesn't the volleyball team conduct that?"
"Umm, yeah, but that doesn't begin for a couple more months after I graduate from high school," She replied.
"Well, can't you do it at your school right now?" I inquired, leading the way into my front room.
"Yeah, I could, but there would be no one else there to train or spot me," Lindsey said, playfully twisting her hair in her hand.
"Fair enough. I mean, I only have a bench press and a treadmill. So we can make do, I guess," I said, sitting down on the couch.
"Sounds good, but you're going to be there to help me, right?" Lindsey asked.
"Yeah, I kind of have to be," I chuckled, unable to look away from her long legs.
"So where is the machine at?" Lindsey implored, shifting herself on the couch.
My eyes widened, watching her cutoff shirt creeping up, revealing the bottom of her tits slightly. "It... it's downstairs," I said, clearing my throat again.
"Are you okay, Joe?" Lindsey smiled.
"I... I'm fine," I said, my cock beginning to rise in my shorts.
"You sure?" Lindsey giggled.
"Yeah, shall we get started?" I asked, finally able to look away from her chest.
"Sure am," She said excitedly, jumping up from the couch.
I got up and led the way to the basement. We walked into the room that contained my bench, a pull-up bar, and a treadmill.
"Wow, this is nice," Lindsey cooed, walking up next to me.
"Thanks. So we should start with some stretching, to get ready to lift," I said, walking into the middle of the room and turning to face her.
Lindsey stepped closer to me, pushing her chest out and looking at me innocently. "Which stretch should we start with?" She asked.
"We'll start with the overhead arm pull," I said, putting my right hand on my left shoulder and grabbing my right elbow with my left hand.
Lindsey followed my lead, mimicking me. "Like this?" She smiled.
I swear my mouth dropped wide open at the sight in front of me, my cock forming a tent in my shorts. Her cutoff was lifted enough to expose a little bit of her areolas on her tits. "Ye... yes," I grumbled.
Lindsey smiled innocently at me, slowly twisting her body as she stretched. "What's wrong, Joe?" She inquired.
I counted to ten, unable to look away from her areola, my mind racing with multiple thoughts. "Not... nothing," I stuttered.
"If you say so," Lindsey giggled.
"Relax and change arms," I instructed, my erection throbbing in my shorts now.
Lindsey put her left hand on her right shoulder and started stretching. "This feels good," She smiled.
I swear my eyes were popping out of my head at the sight of her cutoff shirt being pulled high enough to expose her nipples. I bit my tongue to keep from blurting out obscenities, counting in my head.
"You're awfully quiet, Joe," Lindsey smiled.
"Ju... just cou... counting," I stumbled out, staring at her chest.
"Like what you see, Joe?" Lindsey asked with a giggle.
"Wh... what? No," I countered, looking away from her. "Relax," I added quickly, feeling my cock leaking in my boxers already.
"Umm, Joe. Are you having problems?" Lindsey snickered, pointing at my crotch.
'Shit, she noticed,' I thought to myself, trying to figure a way out of this. "Le... let... let's move on to str... stretching out the le... legs," I stumbled out, turning around and quickly pinning my erection in the waistband of my boxers and shorts.
"Okay," Lindsey said excitedly, spinning herself around, and wiggling her firm ass at me.
'Fuck me, what I would want to do to that,' I said under my breath. "Bend over and touch your toes," I said, looking down at the floor as I reached down.
"Mmm," Lindsey cooed, following suit.
I looked up at Lindsey, realizing she wasn't wearing any panties under her yoga shorts, her ass stretching them tight. I sucked in my lower lip, beginning to wonder what her 18-year-old pussy would feel like. I shook my head, trying to clear that thought. "Relax," I said, standing back up.
Lindsey stood back up and faced me. "Now what?"
"Stretch on your own for a bit, I'll be right back," I said, knowing I had to find a way to get control of my sexual urges.
I went upstairs to the kitchen and got a glass of water. 'You fucking idiot. You can't be thinking about that young girl like that. You're almost 40 years older than her, this is wrong,' I thought to myself, drinking the water and filling the glass again.
I took some deep breaths, trying to get every urge out of my head. I knew if I did anything sexual with her, her father would make sure I was kicked out of the community at best.
I finally went back downstairs, finding Lindsey sitting on the bench press. "All stretched?" I asked, walking towards her.
"I think so," Lindsey said, standing up and moving to the middle of the room. "Is this stretched enough sir?" She asked, dropping into the splits, her legs straight out to her sides.
'Holy shit,' I thought to myself, looking down at her. "Look... looks li... like it," I said.
"Okay. What about this?" She said, quickly moving her legs together, spinning around, laying back, and forming a bridge with her hands and feet flat on the floor, back arched high.
My cock felt like it could rip through my waistband, throbbing so hard. When Lindsey arched her back, her cutoff shirt dropped down, completely exposing her naked tits to me. I slowly nodded, unable to speak.
Lindsey dropped back to the floor and pulled her shirt back over her tits. "Oops," She giggled playfully.
I thought about asking her to leave at that point, knowing I wasn't going to be able to control myself much longer. "Re... ready to... to lift?" I asked nervously.
"One more," Lindsey cooed, quickly spinning around and putting her feet behind her head, and laying back, smacking her ass with her hands.
"Fuck me," I mouthed, seeing the outline of her pussy lips in the yoga shorts.
Lindsey relaxed and stood up, "So what should I start with?"
"I... I gue... guess the bench press," I stuttered.
Lindsey sat down on the bench press and laid back, while I moved up by her head to spot her. "How much weight do you want?" I asked.
"Let's start at 100lbs.," She replied, grabbing the bar.
I changed the weights, and moved back up to her head, ready for her to start. I looked down at her, "Begin."
Lindsey lifted the bar and moved it over her. She lowered it down and then back up. She repeated the process 10 times before hanging the bar back up. "Add 10 more pounds," She smiled.
I added the weight and moved back into position. "All set," I said, looking down at her crotch.
"What if I do this?" Lindsey giggled, her hand pushing up against my crotch.
I quickly jumped back in surprise. "What the hell?" I yelled.
"Sorry my hand slipped off the bar," Lindsey laughed.
"You need to be more careful," I replied, not believing her.
Lindsey lifted the bar off the rack and did 10 reps before hanging it back up. "I want to do a handstand-hold now, " She said, sitting up on the bench.
"Handstand-hold?" I asked, looking at her in confusion.
"Yeah, it helps with my arm strength, as well as glutes and quads. And you can catch me when I get tired," Lindsey smiled, standing up.
"What the heck is it?" I asked, still confused.
"Come on, I'll show you," she said, grabbing my hand and leading over to the wall. She kicked off her tennis shoes and removed her socks. She got down on her knees, putting her head on the floor, near the wall.
"What am I supposed to do?" I asked, looking down at her ass high in the air.
"Get on your knees behind me and I'll get into a handstand. I'll then hold myself there until I get tired, and you catch me in case I fall," Lindsey said, looking at me between her spread legs.
I swallowed hard, knowing what this was going to entail. "Can't I just stand here and catch you?" I shot back.
"No silly, it's better with you on your knees, so you can catch me," She laughed.
I reluctantly moved to my knees behind her, trying to look away from her upturned ass. "Okay, I'm ready," I said, looking at a spot on the floor beside us.
"Okay, here I go," Lindsey said, lifting her legs and pushing herself up into a handstand. "You have to look at me, to see if I'm going to fall in any direction," She chirped.
I looked back at Lindsey, my cock straining harder against the waistband of my shorts. My eyes were directly in line with her young pussy. The outline of her slit was visible in her yoga shorts. My eyes drifted down her upper body, her tits completely exposed again. I noticed her nipples were erect, fighting the urge to reach out and cup tits.
"Woah," Lindsey said, her body coming towards me.
I jumped in surprise when her muscular thighs went on either side of my head, landing on my shoulders. Her covered pussy brushed across my face, and I could feel the warmth from it permeating against my chin. I put my hands on her hips and pushed her back up.
"Sorry about that. I lost my balance," Lindsey giggled, lowering herself to the floor.
"I... I don't think... this is such... a good idea," I said slowly, wanting to reach out, grab her yoga shorts, rip them off, and fuck her pussy.
"Why do you say that, Joe?" Lindsey asked, turning around and sitting on the floor in front of me.
I sat there silent, trying to come up with a way to get her to leave before I did something I would regret. "I think... I think..." I started but trailed off, feeling something rubbing my cock.
"You think what, Joe?" Lindsey giggled.
I looked down, seeing her foot moving up and down the length of my covered 6" cock. "Wh... what... are you doing?" I stuttered, not sure what else to say.
"Just playing," Lindsey giggled more.
"Th... this ca... can't be happening," I retorted.
"Why can't it?" She asked, moving her foot up to my chest and pushing me back.
I fell backward in surprise, landing on my back. "We... can't... do... this," I groaned slowly.
"Shh, Joe. We're not doing anything I don't want to. Why do you think I was teasing you?" Lindsey asked, stretching out her leg and rubbing my cock with her foot harder.
"Is that why you wore what you did?" I asked in shock.
"Mmm hmm, and the other things I did," Lindsey giggled, moving her other foot up and teasing my covered cock with it too.
"Bu... but why?" I groaned.
"Because I wanted to see if what I've done to guys my age worked on an old man too," She smiled, moving her feet higher, trying to move my shorts down with her heels.
"But what will your dad say?" I questioned, looking down at her feet trying to gain access to my erection. If I had to guess, her feet were quite long for a girl, probably size 12 in women's.
"He doesn't need to know," Lindsey cooed, finally getting my shorts to move down.
Bu... but this is wrong. You're so young," I tried to protest.
"Joe, I'm 18, almost 19. I can make my own decisions," Lindsey said, rubbing my cock with her foot through my boxers now.
"Th... that may be, but..." I started before she cut me off.
"Shh. Just be quiet. You're ruining the mood," Lindsey cooed, rubbing my cock harder. "Your dick feels fat. Can I see it? She asked bluntly.
I didn't say a word. I lifted my hips from the floor and pushed my shorts and boxers down, freeing my erection.
"Oh my God, Joe. Your dick is fucking huge, mmm. It's not the longest I've ever seen, but it's definitely the thickest," Lindsey said, putting a turn foot on my lower abdomen to hold up my member while running her other foot up and down the underside of my cock.
I smiled at her, looking down at her feet teasing my cock. "I still can't believe this is real," I whispered, seeing a little precum oozing out of the tip.
"What's that?" Lindsey asked, moving her feet to the sides of my cock and started stroking it up and down with her feet.
"Not... nothing," I said, shaking my head.
"Have you ever had someone use their feet on you, to make you cum, Joe?" Lindsey asked, moving her feet up and down faster.
I nodded quickly, "A couple of times, years ago."
"Mmm, so this won't be new for you," Lindsey smiled, rubbing a foot over the tip of my cock.
I shook my head, groaning, "Oh God."
Lindsey moved herself up between my legs, moving her feet to the base of my cock. "What about this?" She smiled, bending forward and taking the head of my cock into her mouth while twisting her feet to stroke my 1 1/2" diameter shaft.
"Holy fuck," I gasped, throwing my head back in pleasure.
Lindsey moved her mouth down further. She was only able to take a couple of inches into her mouth, and then pulled back up to the head, flicking her tongue against my slit.
My body trembled as Lindsey teased my sensitive tip with her tongue. "Fuck me," I growled, lifting my hips off the floor.
Lindsey laughed into my cock, moving her mouth back down the shaft, sucking hard. She started bobbing her head up and down quickly, moaning into my cock.
"Oh God, suck my cock," I groaned, enjoying every bit of this.
Lindsey pulled her mouth off of my cock, and looked up at me. "You like that?" She cooed, leaning back on her hands and using her feet to stroke my cock again.
"Fuck yes. Oh fuck," I groaned loudly, looking down at the 18-year-old vixen.
Lindsey smiled at me. "Do you want to fuck me, Joe?" She asked bluntly.
I slowly nodded, not caring about anything else at the moment. "Ye... yes, but I want to do it my way," I smiled.
Lindsey's eyes widened, her feet freezing on my cock, "Your way?"
"My turn to tease you," I grinned devilishly.
I stood up from the floor and helped Lindsey up. I led her over to the bench press and sat her down on the end of it.
Lindsey looked up at me with pleading eyes, obviously not sure what I had planned. "B... be gentle sir," She said softly.
I smiled at her, dropping to my knees in front of her. I reached up and grabbed the waistband of her yoga shorts and started tugging on them. Lindsey raised her ass off the bench, allowing me to pull them down and off.
My eyes went directly to her neatly trimmed, glistening slit, noticing her inflamed clit poking out of its hood. "Mmm, someone's excited," I groaned.
"Yes," Lindsey gasped, looking at me lustfully.
I grabbed her right foot and lifted it off the floor. I turned my head towards it and started kissing her ankle, feeling her leg shiver in my hands. "Mmm," I moaned, slowly kissing my way up her right leg.
Lindsey's breathing hastened when I kissed my way up her inner right thigh, getting closer and closer to her pussy. "P... p... please," Lindsey hissed very softly.
I laughed to myself, quickly moving my head back and looking up at her. Without saying anything, I grabbed her left foot and started kissing her ankle. Kissing my way up her left leg slowly, feeling it trembling.
"St... st... stop tea... teasing," Lindsey said, her voice trembling as I kissed her inner left thigh.
I kissed closer and closer to her pussy, feeling her trimmed pubic hair tickling my ear. I kissed my way up to the top of her left thigh, across her lower abdomen, and to the top of her right thigh, listening to her heavy breathing.
I smiled to myself, kissing down her inner right thigh again. I kissed closer and closer to her pussy, stopping at the crease just before her pussy.
Lindsey sucked in her breath and held it, pushing her hips into me. "P... p... please," She pleaded again.
I ignored her, moving to the crease on the left side and kissing it multiple times. I moved my head back, looking at her now swollen lips. I stuck my tongue out, pushing the tip between her lips, I quickly flicked it up, flicking her clit.
"Oh God," Lindsey cried out, squirming on the bench.
I sucked on her right labial lip and kissed it, before doing the same to the left. I put my hands on her thighs to hold her down, kissing around her pussy again.
"Fucking just eat my pussy," Lindsey cried out.
"What's the matter? Is someone begging?" I chuckled, looking up at her teasingly.
"Yes, please stop teasing," Lindsey said breathlessly.
"I told you it was my turn," I laughed, flicking my tongue against her swollen clit a couple of times before pulling away again.
"Fuck yes," Lindsey hissed, trying to push her hips forward.
I stayed there for a minute, waiting for her to quit moving. I stuck out my tongue again and delved into her tight opening, tasting her sweet nectar.
"Oh... my... fucking... God," Lindsey yelled, her hands grabbing my head, trying to pull me into her.
I resisted and pulled my head back. "That's a naughty girl," I smiled evilly.
"Please stop teasing me, sir. Please," She pleaded, her eyes watery.
I smiled wider, knowing I was affecting her. "So you don't like being teased back?" I asked.
Lindsey slowly shook her head, "N... no."
I chuckled, sticking my tongue out and running it up and down her slit a few times. I opened my mouth and engulfed her clit, sucking on it hard.
"Oh fuck, oh my God. Fuck yes," Lindsey cried, her body shaking.
I sucked hard on her clit while flicking the tip of my tongue against it. I moved my forefinger to the entrance of her pussy and pushed it, feeling her pussy muscles squeeze it.
"Fuck that's good," Lindsey squealed, running her hand through my hair.
I started moving my finger in and out of her pussy, sucking harder on her clit. I could feel her pussy getting wetter and tighter around my finger. I moved my middle finger up and inserted it into her tight recess next to my forefinger, finger fucking her with both of them.
"Fuck. You're going to make me. Don't stop. Please make me cum," Lindsey cried out.
I twisted my hand and pushed my fingertips against the roof of her pussy, finding her G-spot. I started rubbing her G-spot hard, feeling her pussy contracting, trying to push my fingers out.
"Yes, yes, yes. I'm going to cum. Fuck yes. I'm cumming," Lindsey cried, her hand grabbing my hair and pulling me into her pussy.
Lindsey's legs shook alongside me, her pussy muscles forcing my fingers out, followed by juices hitting my chin. "Mmm," I moaned into her pussy, my mouth being filled with her juices.
Lindsey's body continued to jerk around on the bench, her orgasm seeming to go on and on. Her muscular thighs came together around my head, squeezing tight.
I was able to move my head back slightly against her force, sticking out my tongue and flicking it up and down her spasming slit, tasting more of her sweet nectar. I sucked her clit back into my mouth, feeling it still throbbing.
"Holy fuck," Lindsey gasped breathlessly, letting go of my hair and relaxing her legs around my head. She fell back onto the bench, breathing heavily.
I knelt up, looking up at her. I could feel her juices still on my chin. "Enjoy that?" I laughed.
"More than you'll ever know," She said, still trying to catch her breath.
I chuckled at her, kneeling up higher, preparing to enter her pussy. I looked down at her swollen slit, guiding my cock towards it. "Here we go," I said, pushing my cock against her pussy.
"Mmm," Lindsey moaned, not fighting me.
I pushed forward until the head of my cock split her lips apart and started entering her. "Fuck," I gasped, feeling her muscles contract around my invading member.
Lindsey sucked in her breath, weakly lifting her head and looking at me lustily. "Fuck me, Mr. Letcher," She hissed.
I slowly pushed my cock into her, watching her pussy stretch to accommodate my thick cock. "So fucking tight," I groaned, burying my cock fully into her.
"Damn you're big," Lindsey moaned, breathing quickly.
I stayed there for a couple of minutes, feeling her pussy muscles spasm around my cock. I slowly started moving my hips back, watching her pussy gripping my cock, as it pulled out. I pulled back until an inch of my cock remained inside of her, before pushing back in slowly.
"I feel so full," Lindsey cooed, looking up at me.
I smiled at her, moving my hips back slowly. I pulled almost all of the way out of her, and then pushed back in a little faster, grunting loudly.
"Yes, God, fuck me, Mr. Letcher. God, mmm," Lindsey moaned, splitting her legs out straight to her sides.
I started moving in and out of her faster with each stroke. "Fuck yes," I grunted, putting my hands on the back of her thighs, and pounding into her harder.
"Can I ride your cock before you cum, Mr. Letcher?" Lindsey asked, smiling wide.
I sunk my cock fully into her, stopping there. "Okay," I replied, pulling out of her swollen slit.
Lindsey sat up. "Lay on the bench," She said, standing up and removing her cutoff shirt.
I moved up to the bench and laid down with my head under the bar. I looked down as Lindsey straddled me, moving up until her gaping pussy hovered over my cock.
Lindsey looked down at my cock, holding it with her hand, and lowered herself down until my cock began to sink into her. She sucked in her lower lip, slowly sinking completely down onto my cock, putting her hands on my chest for support. "Fuck, it's so good," She groaned, grinding on top of me.
I reached up and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her towards me until her tits were in my face. I started sucking and kissing between her tits, listening to her moan loudly.
Lindsey lifted her hips slightly and slammed them back down, our skin slapping together. "Mmm, mmf, fuck," She gasped, riding my cock hard.
I continued sucking between her tits, feeling her tits jiggle on either side of my face. "Mmm," I groaned, feeling my orgasm rapidly approaching.
"Cum for me, Joe, let me feel your fat cock cum in me," Lindsey cried out, riding me as hard as she could.
I pushed her back up. "Fuck yes, ride my cock, make me cum baby," I grunted, lifting my hips into her downward movements.
Our skin slapped together as we fucked each other in sync. My balls drew close, signaling my impending orgasm.
"Oh fuck. I'm gonna cum. I'm going to cum," I groaned.
"Yes, cum for me. Fill me up with your old man cum," Lindsey hissed.
I lifted my hips into her hard as my cock throbbed hard. "I'm cumming. Oh fuck yeah," I growled, jerking my hips as I unloaded into her pussy.
"Oh fuck, I can feel it. Yes, I'm cumming too," Lindsey cried out, her body trembling on top of me.
"Oh yeah, take my cum," I growled, feeling her pussy milking my cock.
I felt wetness running down my ball sack, her orgasm continuing to course through as mine waned. I dropped my arms to the floor in exhaustion, my cock still twitching inside of her orgasming pussy.
Lindsey collapsed onto my chest, breathing heavily. "Fuck, that's the first time I've ever cum twice like that," She whispered.
I chuckled lightly, still trying to catch my breath. "I needed that," I replied.
Lindsey slowly pushed herself up, smiling at me. "What do you mean?"
"It's been a while for me," I answered.
"Since you had sex?" She asked.
I nodded slowly, "Yeah."
"Mmm. Glad I could help," Lindsey giggled, pushing herself up further.
I looked down at where we were joined, seeing my cum was already leaking out of her. Lindsey slowly lifted her off my softening member, a large dollop of cum dripping out and landing on my stomach.
"I can tell. You filled me up, full," Lindsey said, looking down as more of my cum dripped out.
I continued to lay on the bench, still trying to recover. Slowly I pushed myself up, watching Lindsey grab her clothes and start putting them on.
"Same time next Saturday?" She asked, smiling slyly.
"I guess so," I answered.