It was a Sunday, and my wife was in London with our daughters at a theatre watching a musical as a birthday surprise.

I was in the garage listening to music and giving my motorcycle a full service. I was in my own little world, happy to be alone and have an afternoon to myself.

As the service can be a bit of an oily job, I slipped on my work overalls and nothing else; it was a hot day, and I was inside anyway.

I was busy changing the oil and giving my machine a good clean when I became aware that I was no longer alone. I turned around, and standing just a few feet away from me was my neighbour's nineteen-year-old daughter Annabell, who, like me, was a massive fan of motorcycles and also rode a big, fast, sporty machine.

"Hi Gramps," she said; that was her pet name for me. "Need any help?"

By the time I had taken in the vision of beauty that was before me, I mumbled a response and stood open-mouthed with saliva dribbling from the corner of my mouth and a growing erection in my tight overalls.

Annabell wore only a denim skirt that struggled to cover her pert ass, a leather waistcoat that was so tight that her large breasts were being squashed and were in danger of popping out if the buttons didn't give up first, and a pair of calf-length brown cowboy boots.

I had virtually finished with my motorcycle and was going to give my old car an oil change, so I responded to her question, "You can give me a hand changing the oil on my car, that is, if you have nothing better to do?"

Annabell smiled. "I am all yours. I have no plans, and the olds are out for the day," she said, referring to her parents.

We set the car up on some ramps, popped the bonnet and got it ready to carry out the oil change.

I slipped under the car, released the oil plug and let the oil drain. Annabell was standing at the front of the car, legs slightly apart, looking down into the engine bay, while I lay on my back, looking up.

I shifted my position, moving towards the front of the car, and gradually her legs came more and more into view. Then I gasped as I caught sight of her shaved pussy. Annabell was not wearing any pants.

"You ok, Gramps?" she said.

In a higher pitch than normal, I replied, "Everything looks just fine from down here."

She looked down and caught sight of me, my head protruding from under the car, looking straight up at her, and realised why I was so excited.

"Gramps," she exclaimed, "how was the view from down there?" With a huge grin on her face, at the same time, she spread her legs a little bit further apart. The view was now something I had not seen in many years.

I could see tiny droplets of juice around her shaven pussy, and her clitoris was visible and ready to be sucked.

I could feel the heat in my cock and knew he was responding to the situation. My overalls felt tight around my erect cock, and I was pleased she could not see the predicament I was in at that moment.

There were forty years between us, and I didn't want her to get the wrong impression, although she was the one who called around without wearing any pants.

The oil stopped dripping moments later, so I replaced the oil sump plug and crawled out from under the car, red-faced and still with a lump in my overalls.

As I stood up just a few feet away from her, she said, "I see Mr Happy enjoyed the view!" She was looking at the bulge in my overalls.

The garage door was open at the time, and I was aware that people passing by could see us, so I returned to the job in hand and filled the car's engine with the required oil, hoping that Mr Happy would calm down and help defuse the situation.

As I completed the tasks, Annabell closed the garage door. When I turned to face her, I noticed she had undone one, if not two, of the buttons on her waistcoat and her big, firm tits were at the point of tumbling out.

Annabell said, "Right," looking at me with a really serious face. "You go and take a shower, I will meet you in the bedroom."

She put her fingers to her lips as if telling me not to respond or say anything. She smiled and marched into the house through the internal door, only looking back as she was about to disappear from view, tossing her waistcoat to the floor.

I saw her naked back vanish from view and did as I was told, like a typical weak-willed man who was about to get seduced by a teenager who was the hottest woman he had ever seen.

It took me fifteen minutes to shower and remove the oil stains from my skin. Then, wrapped in a towel, I made my way to the master bedroom I share with my wife. I entered the bedroom and saw a pile of clothing and cowboy boots discarded on the carpet at the bottom of the bed, and Annabell was wrapped up in the duvet, presumably naked in the marital bed that had only ever been used by my wife and me.

Annabell looked so beautiful. Although I could only see her face and neck, I was sure she had reapplied her make-up. Her hair was well-groomed, and her lips were an amazing shade of bright red.

I was still damp and with my hair uncombed. I felt as though I should not be there alone in my bedroom with the hottest, prettiest girl in the neighbourhood. She could have any man, yet for some unknown reason, she chose to spend her time with me and wanted to share my bed.

She smiled up at me and threw back the duvet, revealing the most incredible pair of large, firm breasts and long, fat brown nipples that stood erect and were pierced. I had never experienced pierced nipples before and just stood motionless staring at them. They were awesome.

Annabell broke the silence. "Don't just stand there gawping, drop that towel and get in here. I need a cuddle."

I hurriedly dropped my towel as close to the bed as possible, my big cock bouncing around in front of me as I dived for cover and pulled the duvet over me to hide my sixty-plus-year-old naked body from this beautiful young woman. No one needs to see an old man's naked body.

I was nervous yet excited at that moment, and she moved in for a hug. She laid her head on my shoulder and ran her hand through my chest hair, and just sighed, as I pulled her close, my arm around her shoulders and my fingers running through her hair.

Her hand moved south and came into contact with my cock. It was my turn to sigh as her young fingers wrapped themselves around my shaft and then cupped my balls.

Her first words to me were ones I didn't expect to hear and took me by complete surprise: "Do you have a razor handy? I need to get rid of this pubic hair."

Puzzled at her request, I looked her in the eyes and mumbled, "In the bathroom."

She stopped rubbing my cock, grabbed me by the hand and virtually dragged me to the bathroom. She found my razor and shaving gel, then said, "Sit down on the edge of the bath."

Still in awe of this hot babe, I just complied with her requests. I sat on the edge of the bath, my erection pointing at the ceiling, looking big and fat, which pleased both of us. I had always dreamed that if I were ever lucky enough to get into this situation, I would get an erection and wouldn't be a limp old man.

She lathered my pubic area and my balls, then set about shaving me. I guessed I was not her first from the professional way she had my crotch and balls naked of any hair in just a few minutes. My balls did tighten while she was shaving them, and I got out of it cut-free and bald.

She washed the gel and hair away from my now freshly shaved pubic area, dried me off with a towel, kissed the end of my cock as it was only inches from her face, then stood up and took me back to the bedroom. I would have loved to have done the same to her, but she was already hairless and beautiful.

We dove back into bed and snuggled up under the duvet, her hand returning to my cock and caressing my balls, "That's better," she said.

In the back of my mind, as I took one of her large breasts in my hand and felt the piercing for the first time, was how I was going to explain the shaved balls to my wife the next time she saw me naked?

Annabell was in no hurry to do anything, which came as a relief. I was just happy to cuddle this hot young woman and play with her huge, beautiful breasts as she stroked my cock.

My second worry was that now I had managed to get an erection, I would spill my load once she started to get physical, and it would be all over in seconds, and I would be a huge disappointment.

We just lay stroking each other's bodies for ages, no kissing, no real foreplay, just Annabell caressing my erection and me alternating between her tits, playing with her studs and nipples, which made her moan with pleasure and sigh more than once.

With no warning or any other sort of foreplay, Annabel knelt up, facing me, staddling my body, her huge tits looking magnificent, so full and firm and not an ounce of fat, just all good, natural, perfect DD cup breasts.

She positioned herself over my cock, gave herself a little wipe with her dampened fingers, and lowered herself slowly onto my cock. She went lower and lower until my cock had virtually disappeared inside her. Then her caring nature came out; she asked, "Are you OK?"

I nodded.

"We don't have to do this if you are uncomfortable with it," she said, smiling at me as she began to ride me, sliding up and down my shaft, keeping at least a few inches buried inside her on every stroke.

I was in no position to turn down the opportunity to make love to the hottest woman I had ever shared a bed with, as her strokes became shorter and faster.

In just a few moments, she threw her head back. Her body convulsed as she covered my cock in her juices, and she had the most incredible orgasm I had ever witnessed. My cock was still fully inserted into her pussy and not ready to spill my load quite yet.

Annabell slumped forward and apologised for coming so soon, and assured me she wanted more.

I virtually lifted Annabell off my cock and placed her on all fours on the bed, then I got myself on my knees behind her, and with little effort and no resistance, I slipped my cock back inside her pussy and, just as she had, started to slide in and out of her slowly, long strokes at first, cupping her swingng breasts as I made love to her.

Her moans were long and loud. I was concerned that we might be overheard by neighbours, especially as they knew my wife was away. I continued regardless.

Annabell had at least another two or even three orgasms as I picked up the pace, my own ejaculation getting closer and closer.

I had had a vasectomy, so I had no fear of making her pregnant, yet still, I decided not to cum inside her. I was at the point of no return. Now my balls tightened, and I was ready. I withdrew my cock and changed positions so my cock was right in her face, dripping with her juices. She was still on her hands and knees as I stood in front of her.

Annabell knew what was required of her as I stood, stroking my cock. She took me in her mouth and sucked on my cock, taking as much as she could before I hit her gag reflex, and she choked.

She sucked me as I stroked my cock. My journey was almost over, and I could feel my cum rising. I pulled out and aimed at her open mouth, the first of many shots hitting its target, her tongue. Some hit her face and forehead and slid down her face towards her mouth, and her tongue was licking her lips, trying to save every drop.

I pushed my cock back inside her mouth once she had swallowed and encouraged her to suck me dry. She needed no encouragement and even pushed my hand aside so she could stroke me and savour every drop and every inch.

Annabell didn't stop until I began to lose my erection, and she had sucked every drop from my now flaccid cock. Even then, she didn't want to stop, but I was now too sensitive for her to continue.

As my cock dropped from her lips, I moved in and kissed her. This was our very first kiss; it was messy but so sensual.

Annabell collapsed back onto the bed, her legs wide apart and her pussy glistening with our juices. It begged to be sucked, an invitation I could not turn down.

I moved my head between her legs and did what i do best: I gave her pussy a long taste of my oral skills, kissing, nibbling and sucking on her clitoris until she could take no more and sprayed my face with copious amounts of her juices. She clamped my head between her thighs in an effort to stop me and she could take no more and was now so sensitive herself.

When we finally came up for a breath, we were both incredibly messy, our faces covered in sexual juices. This did not put us off sharing another long kiss before we dashed to the bathroom to clean up in preparation for round two.

Sadly, round two had to wait for another day as we realised the time, and I had to change and wash the bedding as my wife would be coming home later that afternoon.

We did have a round two and more, but that is a story for another day. My dick was a bit sore from round one in any case, for more of the same that day.