It was early June in 2008, and my twins, Jeff and Julie, were just finishing up their sophomore year of high school. They were good kids, smart students, and had a solid group of friends from the church youth group.

We lived about a half of a mile away from the high school so it was routine that several of their friends would be at our house when I arrived home about four-fifteen every day. My wife, Anne, and I both worked and had good-paying jobs thanks to our college educations. I owned an insurance agency while my wife was an accountant.

One day towards the end of the school year I arrived home to find my kids and four others out back in the pool. Anne and I always had an “open house” policy with the kids’ friends figuring, “If all the kids are at our house how much trouble can they get into?” I surveyed the pool and saw the boys, Chris and Cameron, and the usual girls, Jan and Sierra, plus a tall thin brunette, who I recognized from church. Julie introduced me to her, and I learned her name was Cami.

Over the next few weeks, Cami was over more and more, and Anne and I got to know more about her. Her mother had died when she was ten due to cancer, and her father worked at the hospital as the Director of Physical Therapy. Cami and her younger sister were nearly raising themselves as the dad was rarely home before six o’clock. The girls had been cooking for themselves for years and doing all of the laundry and housekeeping.

Anne took Cami under her wing a bit and I tried to give advice on college and career options. She at the top of her class and going to college was a given. Cami said she wanted to follow in her mother’s footsteps and do something in the education field as her mother had been a schoolteacher.

Flash forward to May of 2020 and I was now divorced from Anne. After our kids moved away to college we drifted apart and realized we didn’t have much in common anymore as our interests and activities were now very different. We split after twenty-five years on good terms, but Jeff and Julie had a difficult time with the divorce.

As I paraded the aisles of Target one afternoon, I rounded a corner to see a beautiful tall young brunette woman. As I admired her shapely body, she turned to look at me, and much to my surprise it was Cami.

“Mr. Montgomery!” she exclaimed as she pushed her cart towards me. “I haven’t seen you since, when, 2012?”

“Hi Cami. I have to be honest; I didn’t even recognize you all dressed up in adult clothes,” I told her.

Cami was now twenty-eight and had filled out a bit. She wore a navy pencil skirt, a white with thin blue stripes blouse, and high heels. Her long brunette hair hit her just past her shoulders and was curled a bit towards the bottom. She was five-eleven, probably a size six dress, and now had lovely 34D or DD breasts. She could easily be a runway model with her tall legs.

My kids and Cami had a falling out over a boy she was dating back in 2012 and their youthful stubbornness had not yet healed old wounds. Of course, it didn’t help that my kids were now living in Portland and Dallas pursuing their careers.

“Yeah, I was always in shorts and a tank top as a kid. Or in a bikini when at your pool,” she said. “I was sorry to hear that you and Anne split up,” she continued. “And you’re still at the house in Park West?”

“Yes, I’m at the house. Anne didn’t want it as it had too many memories she said. And I worked too damn hard fixing up that place to sell it myself, so I bought her out,” I told Cami.

Laughing, “Trent, I remember when you remodeled the hall bathroom all by yourself. Julie complained about having to be your ‘gopher.’ But it turned out really nice,” Cami said.

“Thanks. It did turn out great. And I did it in nine days, and for a fraction of what a contractor wanted,” I bragged.

“Man, we had so much fun in your backyard with the pool, barbequing, dance parties, everything. That was really my escape from the realities of homework and all my chores at home,” she confided. “I really miss that pool. And those great times with everyone.”

“You’re welcome to come over anytime you’d like. I’d enjoy the company,” I said. Changing the subject, I asked, “So what are you doing these days?”

Cami went on to tell me that she had earned her Master’s in Speech Pathology and worked for a school district at an elementary school. She mentioned she had dated Jeff’s friend Chris for almost a year after college graduation, but his mother was too noisy and always in their business. “I’m single and ready to mingle,” she laughed.

As we said our goodbyes I told her, “If you want to go for a swim just call me. I’ve got the same mobile number.”

A couple of weeks later we were having a heatwave in Sacramento, and it was over a hundred degrees for six days. On Saturday morning my phone dinged indicating that I had a text. I figured it was one of my buddies wanting to hang out at the pool later in the day to BBQ and drink beers. Much to my surprise, my phone read, “Cami Roberts.” When I opened the text message it said, “Any chance I can come by about four o’clock for a swim? I’ll bring some munchies. I know I.O.U for all those treats back in the day.”

I patiently waited about five minutes to respond, not wanting to seem so eager. “Sounds great! See you then!”

My mind began to race with the thoughts of seeing this young hottie in a bikini. And then about getting naked with her. As my cock grew hard in my gym shorts, I laughed at the thought of a twenty-eight-year-old young woman hooking up with a man of fifty-three. As I headed into my bathroom to shower and get ready for the day, I took two pumps of lotion and started stroking my cock thinking of banging that tall goddess and her legs wrapped around my waist. Right when I was going to climax, I stepped into the shower and painted the far wall with my jizz, shooting ropes of my salty sperm the four feet. As I milked my cock of cum, I stepped under the water, and it brought me back to reality.

Later that day I made sure the house was clean and I washed off the patio furniture and such outside. I figured I’d go outside about three-thirty, so it didn’t seem like I was sitting around waiting for her. At about three o’clock I made a large pitcher of margaritas that would easily get us three rounds of drinks and put it in the fridge.

Almost on the button at four o’clock, I heard the side gate open and close. Cami had used that gate hundreds of times as a teenager, so I wasn’t surprised that she did not go to the front door. Before I could see her round the corner she yelled, “Hello! Trent!”

I replied, “Hi Cami.” It was a good thing I was already in the water as my cock would have caused a scene. Cami was wearing a red and white striped bikini top. Around her waist was a fairly see-through red sarong wrap type of thing, and her bottoms were navy with white stars. She was wearing an American flag bikini. And she looked like the “All-American Girl Next Door.” Her long hair was tied back in a loose ponytail.

Joking with her I said, “Do I need to salute your bikini? Maybe the Pledge of Allegiance?”

Rolling her eyes, “Trent, you always were the sarcastic one. But next weekend is Memorial Day.”

As I walked up the pool steps I told Cami, “I’ll go get us margaritas while you put your stuff down and get in the pool.”

Due to the heat she and I had sucked down three margis each, thankfully I hadn’t made them too strong. “I’ll make some more,” I told her.

Over the previous ninety minutes, we had talked quite a bit but had never come within six feet. As I went for Cami’s plastic tumbler, I accidentally grazed her breast. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” I said embarrassed.

“It was an accident,” she said. “It kind of felt nice. You’re the first man to touch me in over a year.”

“What?” I said dumbfounded. “Are you not dating?”

“I’m dating, but all of the so-called men in Sacramento are either dumb as a box of rocks or are players,” she said. “What’s it like for you to date at your age?”

“Let’s continue this conversation with another drink,” I laughed.

When I returned, I apologized for brushing against her breast. “No worries. I’m surprised you haven’t said anything about my fake boobs,” Cami said.

I chuckled a little bit and admitted, “I wondered if you had a boob job. Granted, it has been many years, but you were always average,” I said using air quotes for the word average.

With her next sentence, Cami stunned me, “Would you like to touch them?”

“I don’t know Cami. That might be a little much. I will say, they look great,” I admitted.

With that Cami untied the top of her bikini top and the material fell into the water revealing her amazing rack. “Thirty-four double D’s,” she said. “No, really, touch them.” She took two steps toward me.

“I…I… I feel like such a pervert,” I stammered.

“They’re just boobs,” she laughed as she took my hands and placed them on her tits.

Damn, they felt great. They felt natural. No hardness or balloon type of feeling. I lightly squeezed, asking, “Is this okay?”

“Yes. You’re the first man to touch my new tits. I haven’t been with a man in about sixteen months,” she confided. “Squeeze them again. Then tweak my nipples, please.”

“Really,” I mumbled. “I feel like a dirty old man.”

“Yes, please,” she said.

I moved in closer and softly gave her girls another long soft squeeze and followed that up by rolling her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers.

“Oh fuck,” she said. “That sent a jolt to my pussy.”

I thought my brain was going to explode, as well as my head in my swim trunks. “I better stop.”

“No. Lick them. Suck them. Please, Trent,” she whispered.

“Are you sure? That’s not the margaritas talking, is it,” I asked. “This just feels kind of creepy.” In all honesty, I did feel like a pervert. After all, she is my daughter’s age.

“Yes, I am one-hundred-percent sure,” Cami told me, looking me eye to eye.

I leaned forward and first licked her left breast and then suckled on it for a moment. Cami moaned. And then her right breast. More slight moans. I went back in for taste two and sucked on her tit for about five seconds. Cami had her hands on the back of my head and said, “Oh, yes. My pussy.”

I stopped and looked at her. “You want me to suck your pussy?” I asked.

“Not yet. I love boob play. It gets me so wet and turned on. But, yes, I want you to fuck me today. I need a good dicking,” she said. “I know you, and I trust you. But this is only a one-time thing,” she said.

“Okay. I understand,” I said.

We agreed to go inside out of the sun and heat. I made sure to lock all my doors before joining Cami in the living room. I also closed the blinds.

“When I saw you at Target, I wanted to fuck you right then,” she said. “You looked so handsome. Sierra and I always thought you were cute.”

Laughing, “After seeing you at Target, I came home and jerked off thinking about you in that sexy pencil skirt,” I confided. “Your tits looked so good in that blouse too.”

Over the next hour, Cami and I kissed, licked, sucked, and fucked throughout my living room and kitchen. She was multi orgasmic when I’d suck on her clit and flick it at the same time.

Cami was great at sucking cock and deep throating. She’d take my seven fat inches deep into her throat and then stick out her tongue and licked my balls. When I busted my nut in her mouth Cami purposely let a bit dribble out her mouth as she showed me my load, with several drops now on her boobs. After she swallowed, she kissed me passionately. I was able to taste my seed in her mouth.

She was a dream to bend over the kitchen island and pound her hard and fast with her height. I usually have to bend at the knees to get low enough to enter a woman’s pussy, but it was as if Cami and I were made for each other. As she cranked her neck and head to look at me, she said the magic words, “Trent, fuck my ass.”

I’m sure the grin on my face said it all. I pulled out of her soaking kitty and tried to spread her juices around her asshole. I fingered her and transferred the juices to her starfish. Finally, I gathered up as much saliva in my mouth as I could and got inches away from her browneye and dripped my spit on her ass crack, allowing it to run down to her rosebud.

I spit in my hand and guided my dick toward her asshole. “Relax. You gotta relax,” I advised her.

After a bit of work, my helmet was finally in Cami’s ass and soon we were in a nice slow motion as her body loosened up and conformed to my trouser trout. With one arm on the island, she moved one hand between her legs and was rubbing her clit and tickling my balls.

“Oh, fuck yes! Fuck my ass, Trent! Yes! Yes!” Cami yelled. After three more long thrusts, her legs started to quiver. I slapped her ass and she responded with, “I’m cumming! Yes! Yes!”

As she finished, she turned her attention to me. “Cum for me Trent. Give me your spunk! Cum in my ass!” she yelled. Just then her fingers returned to my balls, and I unloaded a nice load while grunting like a caveman.

“AGH! Fuck yes!” I screamed. I was spent. Two orgasms in about forty minutes, not bad for my age I thought. I was rubbing Cami’s ass and back when I mentioned that I was going to pull out.

“Eat my ass. Suck up your cum and kiss me. I want to taste another load,” she said.

Okay, I’ve eaten ass before. I’ve even tasted my cum a few times recently. But never had I had a substantial amount of my own load in my mouth. But the idea was just so hot and taboo that this young hottie wanted me to do this for her that I followed her directions.

I pulled out, and within a few seconds, some of my white jizz started to drip out. I could see Cami’s browneye twitch so I knew she was trying to expel my seed from her colon. I sucked up some more and kissed Cami, giving her my spunk off my tongue.

“That is so hot and nasty. You’re a freak Trent,” Cami laughed.

“I’m a freak? You need to look into a mirror,” I joked.

We both were overheated from our physical workout, so I offered another dip in the pool or a shower. “The pool,” Cami said.

As we frolicked in the pool naked, I heard the gate open. I looked at Cami and she just shrugged her shoulders.

“Hey, Trent! You here? Your car is home,” the voice said. It was my next-door neighbor, Steve.

“Yes, I’m here but…” I tried to finish.

Cami yelled, “He’s not alone. And we’re naked. Enter at your own risk.”

As Steve rounded the corner he was saying, “Very funny!” When his eyes saw Cami and her nice tits he stopped dead in his tracks. “Uh, should I leave?”

“No, come over to the pool,” she said. Cami was eyeing Steve as he walked the twenty feet.

“What the fuck is going on?” Steve asked looking directly at me.

“Trent and I have been fucking all afternoon,” Cami said. With a devilish grin, she told Steve, “He’s got a great cock.”

I thought Steve was going to have a heart attack and die in my backyard. He looked at me and said, “Dude, I don’t know what’s going on but I’m not going to say a word. I do want to hear all about his young beauty tomorrow over beers. I’m going home.”

As Steve left Cami swam up to me and wrapped those long legs around me and her arms around my neck. “Are you ready for Round Three?”

The End