THE NEVER-ENDING BUFFET

                 By Sagacious

“What the hell are you doing?!”

I jerked in my seat and looked to my left at the stocky
mid-thirties blonde standing just behind the driver’s side window
on my truck. “Right about now I’m being glad that I didn’t drink
any more coffee this morning. If it is any of your business I am
girl watching. I like to look at pretty legs and this is a good
place to watch.”

“Girl watching; with a pair of binoculars?!”

“Of course with binoculars; that makes it so that I can see a
nice pair of legs far away without having to get out of my
truck.”

“Well don’t you think that that is very intrusive and more than a
little creepy?”

“Look here Missy; I don’t hurt anyone. I am only looking at what
the women are displaying. I don’t peep into bedrooms or sneak
around stairways or anything like that. I am totally harmless and
just enjoy the sight of a pretty pair of legs. What is the harm
in that?”

“Well, when you put it that way, I guess there is no harm in it.
I’m sorry that I startled you.” With that she turned away and
headed to the doorway into Target. I thought I heard her mumble
something about ‘at least he won’t be looking at me.’

She obviously didn’t know me at all. Sure she was a little
stocky, but her legs had good definition and there was no extra
flesh on them or her ankles. As she got a little ways away I put
the binoc’s on her and watched the roll of her hips as she
disappeared into the store.

I was spending time at my favorite spot in front of Target. I’m
not sure what it is about that store, but 90% of the customers
are women, and in North Carolina in the summer most of the women
wear shorts or short skirts. I still had some time to kill till
my Niece got done at the doctor’s office. I was her
transportation during her pregnancy and I was waiting for her to
call when she was done. I would take her to the doc, but I
refused to go in with her. This store was only a few minutes away
so it was a convenient place to wait.

I was still there when the stocky blonde came back out. I pulled
the binoc’s up and watched as she approached. She was wearing low
heels and shorts and the ankles were definitely attractive. She
got close to me and I dropped the binoculars and got a good look
at her angry face.

“Now you are making fun of me” she said angrily. “Maybe I should
call the police on a pervert in a white pickup?”

“Now why would you want to do that, and what do you mean making
fun of you?”

“You were looking at me with those binoculars. You said that you
liked to look at pretty girls. That doesn’t include me.”

“Come on now young lady. You may not be an anorexic runway model,
but you are most certainly pretty. Most women and girls are
pretty in some way and I am an equal opportunity admirer.” I
plead temporary insanity for what I said next. “Just because your
hips and shoulders are a little wider than normal doesn’t mean
that I wouldn’t love to have your legs wrapped around my head.”

She got a shocked look on her face and backed away quickly.

“I’m sorry Miss; please don’t be mad at me for being honest.”

She stopped and looked at me. “Did you mean it? You would do
that?”

“Boy would I.” My wife of 30 years had died 3 years ago and I had
never gotten enough. She was not very much into sex for the last
10 years or so and I was not one to force the issue. “There are
very few women I wouldn’t do that with. I bet you are a real live
wire in bed. Your husband must be very happy.”

“I’m not married, and when I was my husband wouldn’t do that.”

“Idiots show up everywhere. My sincerest apologies Miss. Lovely
young women like you shouldn’t be alone.”

“Not your fault. Isn’t your wife likely to object to you
propositioning women in the parking lot?”

“She passed away so is unlikely to say anything.” I have no idea
why I was being so crass. She just seemed to trip my trigger.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to be rude. I need to think about this.
Is there some way I could contact you?”

I couldn’t believe that she was even going to consider it. I
rummaged around in the consol and found one of my old business
cards. I took a black marker and crossed out everything but my
name and cell number. She had come back to my truck and I handed
the card to her. “My name is Walter Simmons and I am available
most of the time, I’m retired.”

“Do you really think that I am pretty?”

Just then my phone went off. “Yes I do, but right now I have
somewhere I need to be. If you would like to talk more, or
anything else, please call me.”

With that I started my truck and pulled away. My Niece Melissa
was waiting for me in front of the doctor’s office and after I
pulled up, she awkwardly put her bloated self in with me.

“Hello Uncle Walt. Thanks for taking me again. I know it’s silly,
but I don’t feel right trying to drive with my belly sticking out
so much. I really appreciate all you are doing for me.”

“Think nothing of it Mel. You’re all the family I have left and
I’m glad to help. Same time next week?”

“Yes Uncle Walt, as long as I don’t go into labor first.”

 I stopped in front of her apartment house and went around to
help her get out. Melissa’s boyfriend left when he found out she
was pregnant. Her father was my brother James. He and her mother
were both lost in a car crash so I was all the family she had in
the area. Her mother’s parents lived in another state and had no
interest in helping out with an unwed mother.

“I’ll see you next week sweetie. Call if you need anything.”

“Okay Uncle Walt. Thanks again.”

I had asked her several times to move in with me, but my
apartment wasn’t much larger than hers, and then she would not be
eligible for all of the welfare and Medicare programs. What
little retirement money I had would not stretch for two, let
alone three, but I was going to insist when the baby got here. I
didn’t like her neighborhood.

My phone went off about 7 that night. I figured it was Melissa
needing something.

“Hello? This is Jennifer, from the parking lot today. May I talk
to you?”

“Sure Missy, what can I do for you?”

“Do…do you really like to do that? You know, down there?”

“Boy howdy do I. I have limited experience, but I never met one I
wouldn’t lick. What did you have in mind?”

“I haven’t been able to think of anything else since this
afternoon.  I kept trying to get my husband to do it, but he
never would. He said that it was nasty, but he didn’t mind if I
did it to him. It has been a long time since he left and I am so
horny I can barely think. Can I meet you somewhere?”

“Would you like to go to dinner with me? I love Olive Garden.”

“No, I’m not hungry and I don’t want to be seen in public with
you yet. My mother goes there all the time and I would never be
able to explain you to her.”

“Well I need something to eat. How about I use the drive-thru at
Mickey D’s and park where I was at Target? You can park next to
me and get in my truck with me to talk.”

“That sounds good. How long will it take you to get there?”

“Give me about thirty minutes.”

I was sitting and eating my quarter pounder when she knocked on
the passenger side window.

I waved her in and she got into the seat. She had changed into a
short skirt and a light sweater.

“Hello Jennifer, you are looking very lovely tonight. You didn’t
have to dress up for me.”

“Thank you. I didn’t know what to wear. I haven’t been this
nervous since my first date, and I don’t know why.”

“You certainly look good. Why is it so strange to you that I like
to eat pussy? I know that I am not that different from other guys
and many girls.”

“I know. But for some reason the idea that you would be willing
to do it to me is so exciting.”

“Does that mean that I am going to get a chance to taste you? I
really hope so. It has been a long time since I have had the
chance to eat a pussy. There is no threat, with my blood pressure
medicine I probably won’t even get it up. I wouldn’t even need to
get undressed, but I would hope to see you naked. A lovely young
woman like you should know the feel of a mouth between her legs.”

“Oh the hell with it, yes! I want to know what it is like, can I
follow you home? Or would you rather go to a motel or something?”

“Just follow me Jennifer. On my pension I can’t afford a motel,
and I have nothing to hide. If you come to my place I won’t know
where you live and if you don’t want to see me again, there would
be no way for me to find you.”

“Sounds good to me. Do you live far away?”

“Just down the road on the other side of the park. I like to live
close to the University so I can see the students walking by.”

“You really are a pervert aren’t you? Lead off but don’t drive
too fast. I’m so nervous I might get in a wreck with too many
distractions.”

When we got to my place I escorted her in and as she stood in the
middle of my front room looking lost, I stepped up and kissed
her.

It has been a long time since I have had a female in my arms and
it was pitiful just how good it felt. Jennifer could not be
called a frail flower as she was a strong woman. I could feel the
muscles in her back tensing as I first wrapped my arms around
her, then loosening up to just being firm.

I guided her over to the couch and helped her sit. I sat next to
her and continued with the kiss. I thought of the old homily to
start as you intend to continue and I led her to try to get her
more excited. I was rubbing along her body hoping to move slowly
enough to not spook her.

I introduced some tongue, and it was returned. Jennifer was
becoming aroused and our make out session got more interesting.
She was rubbing her hands around on my chest and moaning. At 60
years old and about 210 lbs I was not the slimmest guy around,
but I was one inch over 6 feet tall and the spare tire was
actually not very noticeable, I worked out enough to keep my
muscles firm. She seemed to appreciate it.

I was relieved that Jennifer did not smoke, my late wife had and
the taste of the tobacco was always there, even after brushing.
All I tasted with Jennifer was cool sweetness from whatever drink
she had before coming in.

“Thank you Jennifer. If nothing else happens, you feel fantastic
in my arms. I can’t believe how much I miss that.”

“You aren’t going to get away with nothing else after getting my
motor running like that old man. No one has kissed me like that
in my life. I can’t wait to see what other surprises you have for
me.”

Saying this she grabbed the bottom of her sweater and lifted it
over her head showing that she had on a fairly severe white bra.
I have no idea what size it would be. It kept her bosom from
moving much and did not show a trace of nipple.

I took the invitation, and went back in for another kiss sliding
my hand up to lightly cup and caress her right tit. With my left
hand I was teasing her ear, neck, and shoulder area. When I could
feel the nipple get hard I switched to the other to get it in the
same shape. Once both were adequately aroused, I moved both hands
to the rear and deftly unhooked the bra. Thirty years of marriage
can teach you something.

I backed away from her slightly and slowly lifted the bra away
and down her arms, giving her plenty of time to object and stop
me.

When the bra was on the couch beside her, I gave Jennifer another
light kiss before backing up to gaze at her chest. Her tits were
not great big funbags. They seemed kind of small against the
broadness of her chest, the orange sized orbs were holding up
against gravity quite well with large dark brown dimpled areolas
around two nips the size of pinky finger tips.

“Oh my goodness, they are lovely Jennifer. You should let them be
admired more. “

“You don’t think they are too small?”

“Only idiots think tits can be too small, each set is a work of
art not to be duplicated.”

Saying this I dipped my head, and captured the right nipple
between my teeth, and beat it unmercifully with my tongue.

Jennifer groaned and put her hands behind my head to make sure I
didn’t try to leave. I had just thought that her nips were hard.
By now they were rock hard in my mouth and I began roaming her
legs with my right hand. I was softly running it up and down both
legs alternately, moving the edge of her skirt up a little more
each time. By the time I moved to the other tit to suck and lick,
Jennifer had spread her legs a bit for me and I was lightly
brushing against the gusset of her panties. A very wet gusset, I
could smell her quite clearly.

“Oh god, you must think I’m such a slut. I don’t even know you
and here I am more turned on than I can ever remember being.”

I hated to leave her tits, but this had to be answered. “No you
aren’t a slut. You have just been under appreciated. A woman’s
body needs to be worshipped. Too many men think that a little
prep is all that is needed and they don’t give as much attention
as the girl would like. I see you as a never ending buffet for
all of my senses and it can take a while, if ever, to fill me up.
Please relax and let me play.”

I guess this was what she needed to hear as she lay back and
relaxed her legs even more. I went for the zipper on her skirt
and unbuttoned the waist. As I pulled it down she lifted her hips
to accommodate me. As I took the skirt off I also removed the
light sandals leaving her clad only in a pair of French cut white
panties with a very wet crotch.

I ran my hands up along the outside of her legs and zeroed in on
her bellybutton to lick and kiss while my hands found her butt;
such a nice solid butt, no flab here. As I slid back down to head
toward my goal, I hooked her panties and Jennifer once again
lifted to let me draw her last item of clothing off. I did not
rush, I slowly kissed and licked my way down her very full bush
and lifted those thick thighs over my shoulders. The aroma coming
from between her legs was erotic in the extreme. This was a
thoroughly turned on woman.

I started at the perineum and drew the flat of my tongue up the
slick slot of her pussy. Her flavor was not strong or acrid, but
light as a new wine. Jennifer gasped and pulled her legs even
further up and apart to grant me total access to her center.

I settled in for a complete meal and explored to see what tripped
her switch. It was a little confusing as almost everything caused
her to groan and moan. I could feel her getting close to her
first orgasm so I moved up to the top of the slot and attacked
the little nubbin I found there.

It’s a good thing I was prepared for Jennifer’s reaction. I had
noted how muscular her thighs were and I kept my arms between
those crushers. This meant that I was able to continue without
having my head pinched like a pimple. I backed off the clit as
her legs relaxed and tried my best to drink all that Jennifer
supplied. I then inserted two fingers and tried to find the
location of the G spot. It was very large and sensitive, this
woman would love sex, she could get her rocks off from
intercourse unlike my wife.

Three large orgasms later Jennifer was pushing on my forehead
trying to get me to stop.

“Please stop, it is too sensitive now. I’ve never cum so much,
but you have to stop now please.”

“If I must, but there is so much more to do for you. I have
barely begun.”

“Well that is all I can take for now. Could you please get me
something to drink?”

“Certainly, would a diet Pepsi or some orange juice be ok?”

“Pepsi would be fine thank you.”

I got up and went to the kitchen, I was only gone for a couple of
minutes, but when I got back the living room was empty. Not even
a glass slipper left behind.