Chapter Five A Hot Date on a Nice Day
A Hot Date on a Nice Day
“Or that I’m actually going out on a date with a man that old at all,” she muttered to herself in a chastising tone.
Recrimination couldn’t stop her. She felt another wave of butterflies and hurried downstairs to get started on lunch.
She was supposed to bring a dish for them to share in the park.
She decided on a taco salad using her stepdad’s cheat snack of Cool Ranch Doritos.
While she was cooking up the taco meat and cutting the veggies, she was also checking her engagement numbers on her last workout video.
The numbers looked flat. There were the same, usual horny comments about her ass or her tits looking great, or meatheads trying to criticize her form on various workout machines, but her subscriptions were even with her cancellations.
“Hmmmm,” she said. “I thought my new outfit and going back to the gym would have brought in more new subscribers. Maybe I need to… get a little dirtier.”
It was the steady downward spiral of her content from sexy workouts to providing outright jerkoff material to her fans. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she was selling custom videos for them to cum.
“Oh, well, if it gets me through college,” she said, adding the seasoning to the taco meat in the skillet.
Her mind returned to Red, to the fun she’d had in the locker room with him, and before that in the trainyard.
A man old enough to be her great grandfather had managed to turn her on more than any of her boyfriends.
And Red knew how to make her cum. She trembled a little wondering if he had something in mind for their date at the park.
She finished making the salad and covered the meat to let it cool off while she took her shower.
By the time she returned wearing a long, light, and clingy summer dress and with her blonde hair held back by a couple barrettes, she was already running a little late.
She packed up the salad and hurried out the door.
She was almost twenty minutes late by the time she arrived at the park. She found Red waiting for her at the appointed spot. He smiled warmly as she approached.
“There you are,” he said, embracing her and kissing her cheek.
“You shaved,” she said, touching his usually scruffy cheeks.
“Just for you,” he said with a wink. “What you got there?”
“Taco salad,” she said, holding up the bowl and the smaller bowls and utensils. “So where is this secret picnic spot you know? Does it have a good view?”
He took in the sight of her cleavage in that clingy summer dress.
“The view is the best in the world,” he replied. “C’mon, gorgeous. Let me show you where I like to take a lady.”
“Have there been many before?” she laughed, following after him.
“One or two,” said Red. “But none like you, Melody. You’re something special.”
“Awww, you’re making me blush, Red,” giggled Melody. It was true, her cheeks were warm and rosy as she hooked her arm through Red’s and accompanied him along an old walking trail into the woods.
Red knew the way well enough, taking Melody deeper and deeper into the woods until they reached a small clearing shielded from the walking path by dense bushes.
This secret area must have once connected to the walking path, because there was an overgrown trail and a picnic enclosure with a pair of tables.
“Welcome to Shangri-La,” rasped Red, spreading his arms to welcome Melody to his hidden haven. He walked over to one of the picnic tables and unshouldered his backpack with a thump onto the table. He started taking out a rum bottle, a Coke bottle, and some cups.
“Very classy,” chuckled Melody, unwrapping her taco salad and setting the bowls and utensils on the table.
“Oh, I want to get you good and drunk,” said Red, giving her a wink. “Makes it easier for you to tolerate my company.”
“Aw, I think you know by now I can tolerate it just fine without any booze,” said Melody, perching herself on the edge of the table next to where Red was sitting on the bench. “But alright, mix me up a rum and Coke.”
“You got it, darling. Trust your Grandpappy. He’s been mixing these up for years.” The Coke snapped open and fizzed as he poured it into the cups. He started to add the rum as he continued, “So what is it you see in a man like me?”
“Mmmmm, wisdom? And you know what you want? I like that.” She took the cup he offered her and winced a little at the first sip.
“A lot of guys my age, even ones a little older, they don’t know what they want.
Or they want to try to be something they aren’t.
You’re comfortable with yourself and you’re not afraid to take what you want.
But you’re not mean or rough or anything. ”
“Never,” said Red. “Not with a woman like you around. Mmmm. But I mean, you’re living this suburban life, right? You’re young, beautiful, headin’ for college. What do you want to do getting mixed up with me? Where do I possibly fit into your life?”
“Right where you are, Grandpappy,” she said, leaning over and tousling his white hair.
Their conversation led naturally to more casual discussions.
About college and what Melody wanted to do there (she didn’t know but would figure it out by her junior year) and Red’s past and what he did (a short time in prison for fighting in his youth and a lifetime of working in mills along the east coast) as they slowly marinated in the rum and Cokes.
At some point, they started to become sticky.
Not literally, but in the way that their fingers might brush together and suddenly they were holding hands, or in the way that Red let one arm rest over Melody’s leg.
Finally, he let one hand settle on her thigh, slowly teasing upwards and lifting the hem of her skirt.
Instead of stopping him, she let her knees part and invited him to push her skirt higher.
They just kept talking, about this and that, like it wasn’t happening.
But their minds were both really focused on the way his hands kept moving her skirt higher and higher and she spread her legs a little more each time.
Until finally, her pink panties were visible, and Red was sitting between her legs.
It all came so naturally after that. Red looked up at her and kissed her knee, then her inner thighs, both of them, and then the soft, cottony mound of her panties.
“Oh, Grandpappy,” moaned Melody, leaning back on her elbows and watching him as he nuzzled his lips and nose against that soft panty-covered mound.
His breath hot through the fabric and her pussy hotter.
She reached down, stroking his head, then his cheek, and finally reaching two fingers into the front of her panties to draw the fabric aside.
“That’s it, darling,” he said, watching with anticipation. “Lemme see that thing. Feed it to Grandpappy.”
Melody loved the dirty way Red talked. She loved the shameless way he looked at her body, staring right at her bare teenage pussy. He wet his lips with anticipation and she arched on the picnic table, spreading her legs wider and pushing her gold-trimmed mound towards the old man’s face.
Red licked her cunny with a ravenous delight usually reserved for ice cream.
His tongue dragged from her clit, down her folds, and flicked across the clench of her asshole.
She sucked in a breath as his tongue returned to her depths, parting her cuntlips and reaching deep inside her.
A groan rumbled from him as he tongue-fucked her teenage pussy.
He looked up at her, eyes heavy with lust, and began to rub his thumb against her clit.
“OooohhHHHH! Grandpappy, that’s it… ohhhhh my god, your tongue is so deep.
Your thumb… driving me crazy!” She bucked against his mouth and ground her clit against his hand.
He was a skilled but very messy pussy eater and his spit mingled with her juices and dripped down the crack of her ass and smeared her inner thighs.
“Mmmmmmm you taste so sweet darlin’,” moaned Read, lapping and thrusting with his tongue and never letting up with his thumb. “I could eat this sweet little pussy all day long.”
She believed it too. She might have let him do it. The more his fingers and tongue worked her over, the more she felt a swelling of appreciation in her chest. This old geezer, down on his knees for her, licking her like she was the sweetest thing he ever tasted.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped, grabbing a handful of his white hair and bucking urgently against his tongue. “Oh, Red, you’re… you’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that. And you… you know what that means, right?”
“Mmmmm?” He breathed his question against her cunt. “What does it mean, sugar?”
“It means you’ll have to fuck me,” she gasped, her hips jerking as she chased her welling pleasure. “It means… you’re going to need to pound me with that big Grandpappy cock of yours. Are you… hnnnnn… are you up for it?”
“I’ll make myself up for it, for you,” he said.
“Oh, you won’t enjoy it?” She whined, on the brink as his tongue continued to work on her hot, quivering cunt. “You’re… you’re doing me a favor?”
“Mmmm no… I don’t mean it like… mmmmmmm…” He buried his tongue deep inside her and let it do the arguing for him.
Melody couldn’t hold back any longer. She lifted her ass off the table and squeezed her thighs against Red’s scruffy cheeks.
She threw her head back and cried out “Grandpappy!” as she came beneath his tongue, her nectar flooding into his mouth and all over his face.
He kept licking and kept rubbing until the last tremors of pleasure had passed and Melody lay panting atop the table.
Only then did Red rise from his knees, a bit shaky but determined as he reached for his trousers. He unbuttoned and unzipped and took hold of his mostly erect cock.
“If I had those wonder pills it’d be easier,” said Red. “But you got my ticker pumping. I’ll get my cock as hard as can be.”
With that, he began to thrust his cock against her cunt, smearing his shaft with Melody’s juices and rubbing back and forth until his manhood was thoroughly coated with her cum.
She looked up at him, watching as the red-faced old man took hold of his hairy root and guided his cockhead directly into her hot honey hole.
She sucked in a breath at the familiar feel of his cock entering her.
That wonderful, but not painful stretching and the sensation of his tip, dripping with precum, rubbing against her backwalls.
He leaned over her, wheezing a little, red-faced and sweaty, but she didn’t care.
She put her arms around the old man and sat up enough to kiss him.
It was a hot kiss intensified by the passion of that first thrust. He took her with strokes every bit as forceful as any man she’d ever dated.
His balls slapped against her ass and his cock plunged to the hilt each time.
Her soft tits bounced with the force of him.
His rough, callused hands held her shapely hips.
“Yesssss,” she gasped against his lips. “Oh, Grandpappy, fuck me. You know it’s what I’ve been wanting.”
The picnic table shook and creaked beneath her as Red pounded her pussy.
“I can’t… believe… I get to do this with… you… of all people,” he panted. “A thousand guys in this town would kill for this. Ten thousand probably.”
“OhhhhhhhHHHHHHhhhhh you earned this,” moaned Melody. “With that cock of yours. Don’t slow down.”
“My ticker… is at the limit,” wheezed Red, slamming his cock deep and driving pleasure into Melody with every thrust. But she could see he was being honest. She kissed him again, feeling the desperation in his strokes.
She pushed Red away. He looked at her with confusion as his cock left her pussy with a soft slurp.
He seemed so disappointed he might cry. Melody smiled sweetly at him, dropped to a crouch and sucked his cock into her mouth and down her throat.
It took eye-watering effort, but she deep throated him for several seconds, then pulled free of his cock trailing mucus and precum.
“Lie down on the table,” she said with a gasp. “On your back. That’s it, Grandpappy. You just catch your breath. Get comfortable. Let me do all the work.”
“Alright, darlin’,” he wheezed and grinned. He guided her with his hands as she climbed atop him on the table and squatted over wet, upright cock. She took hold of it, fitted it against her dripping cunt, and slid down his shaft. They both groaned with relief as the pleasure resumed.
She did the work alright. She worked her ass, her hips, and made her luscious titties bounce in his face. She was in full porn star mode for Red, his hands on her hips, fingers kneading her ass while she bounced on that big old dick.
“Fuck yessssss,” she hissed, feeling her pleasure tightening in her tummy and pulsing from her clit. “Ohhhh fuck… that’s so good. Yeaaaaah. Oh, I love it… love riding that… hnnnnn… that old man dick.”
“Ohhhh darlin’ yesssss,” he moaned, leaning his head up to let her tits smack his face. Kissing and licking them as they swung against him. “You better get off me though. Can’t hold out… much longer.”
“I’m not stopping,” moaned Melody, chasing her pleasure.
“But I ain’t wearin’ a rubber,” protested Red, his hands falling away from her hips as if to invite her to dismount.
It had worried her before, but it didn’t matter to her in the incandescent, sun-dappled heat of that moment. She had to have it.
“Not stopping,” she moaned and she leaned herself against him, settling the weight of her breasts against his fuzzy chest and tongue kissing him with a hot moan.
Her pussy clamped down around him. Her own ecstasy rising to meet the pleasure swelling in Red’s old cock.
He moaned, almost seeming to despair, and then suddenly grabbed her ass again and speared his cock upwards and into her hot cove.
Her climax tightened around Red’s cock. Her tongue fenced in his mouth and his pushed back into hers.
She bucked her hips and felt the molten surge of his cum spurting into her unprotected pussy.
Waves of hot semen laden with geriatric sperm pumped into her pussy.
Gush after gush, wave after wave, drenching her core and oozing out of her stretched folds.
Her cunt tightened around him, milking him, squeezing out every drop until she collapsed breathlessly atop him.
“Oh my god,” she moaned, kissing him again. “Oh, Red, that was… ohhhhh…”
She twitched her hips slowly, feeling the cum drenching his cock and drooling out of her.
She knew there might be consequences for her actions, but in that moment, she didn’t care.
Red’s arms wrapped around her, holding her tight atop him, and she just stayed there, listening to the sounds of the park, with the old man’s cock slowly softening in her cum-filled cunt.