Copyright © 12-01-2002 by E. J. Sheeran. All rights reserved. This work, in part, or whole, is not to be distributed, reproduced, transmitted or posted, in any manner, without the express written permission of the author.
I was really down!
After 17 years as the dashing Dr. Ricardo Ames on the soap opera, 'Fox Run', there I was, at 39 years of age, waiting tables trying to make ends meet. Some pimply face, wet behind the ears, network executive said that 'Fox Run' was not reaching its 'baby boomers' target audience and canceled the show. When I tried to get other work, the casting directors said I was too typecast as the lecherous doctor that had seduced every female on the show. I think even my agent had written me off. I know she wouldn't sleep with me anymore.
It was true. In the story line, Dr. Ames had lured almost everyone in the show into his bedroom, from the fresh-faced teenage star to her silver hair grandmother, the upstairs maid, the cook, the black nanny and even made a pass at Juan the yard boy's wife. It sure has hell wasn't like that in real life. I hadn't had a piece of ass in over six months and it didn't look like I was going to get one anytime soon. Unfortunately, when I was making it big, I was also spending it big. Although I got a little severance pay, my alimony payments and $1800 a month apartment was eating that up. With my Saturdays and Sundays waiters job I could only knock down $300 to $400 a week. I couldn't work extra hours because I needed the time to canvass the agents and casting offices. I had to find a new, cheaper place to live and a better source of income right away.
One Sunday at lunchtime, I was waiting on two 'mature' women when one of them said, "My goodness! You're Dr. Ames from the 'Fox Run' afternoon soap opera aren't you? We have missed you so much since the show folded. You were one of our favorites."
"Thank you ladies." Then I fibbed just a little when I said, "I'm just filling in here for a while to help out a friend." It did make me feel good to know that I still had a fan or two. I took their lunch order and went about my business.
When I served their salads, the other one said, "Dr. Ames, would you do us an immense favor and have tea with us someday soon?"
"Thank you very much again ladies, but I don't think that would be possible. I am trying to find a new place to live and, by the way, my real name is John Evans."
"Please reconsider Mr. Evans. We live in the old downtown brownstone section and there are seven or eight ladies on our street that would die to meet you. Our house is an old mansion that we cut up into apartments after our parents died. There is a beautiful one bedroom on the upper floor that is vacant. We could let you have that very reasonably."
Perhaps this could be a solution to part of my problem. "OK, I'll come by and look at the apartment and have tea with you. When would be convenient?"
They gave me their names and address and we arranged to meet. Precisely at 3 PM the following Monday, I knocked on the door of a very large, lovely brownstone in an older section of town. It must have really been a show place in its day, on a quiet street lined with one after another of these beautiful mansions. Most of them had been converted into more stylish apartments.
Etta, the younger of the two ladies that I estimated to be in their mid to late 50's, opened the door and ushered me into to the house. I was surprised to find her sister, Jane, and three other women in their same age bracket sitting around in the parlor. I was introduced to the ladies one at a time and each one oohed and aahed over me. It was certainly good for my ego. The tea was pleasant, and I must say, I outdid myself and was quite dashing.
After the other ladies left, Jane offered to show me up to the apartment. It was a strange arrangement because you had to enter their front door and go up the staircase that went to the second floor. Another set of stairs took us up one more flight to what must have been an attic or loft at one time. Now, it was a beautiful apartment, completely furnished with a large kitchen, an enormous bath and a huge great room or lounge and an equally large bedroom with a gigantic, king-sized bed. When I asked about the price there was a little hedging.
"We are a couple of retired ladies and need things done for us now and then. If you can help us out once in a while we can let you have it for $250 a month. It will make us feel a little safer with a man in the house."
$250 a month was unheard of. It was easily worth three or four times that. It would certainly take a tremendous load off of my financial burden. "I'll take it! When can I move in?"
We arranged that I would move in on the first of the following month, which was only ten days away. I already had someone lined up that wanted to sublet my apartment, furnished, for $100 a month more than I was paying.
I went back to work the following weekend with a song in my heart and a lilt in my step. Most of the six ladies from the tea party came by for lunch on both Saturday and Sunday. Both times they had someone new with them. I didn't mind at all, they were good tippers and a hell of a boost to my sagging ego.
The following Thursday I moved in with all my clothing, personal items, TV, linens and cookware. The rest of my stuff I had committed to storage. It was a hot, dirty job and I finally finished about 6 o'clock. After a quick TV dinner, I was in the shower, pleased with myself and singing a little tune, when a voice said," You have a beautiful voice. It's so nice to hear a man singing."
I pulled the shower curtain back a few inches and looked out. It was Jane. I thought I was alone and my towel was on the rack across the room 10 or 12 feet away. I was embarrassed and then taken aback when she said, "Turn around and let me scrub your back for you."
I started to protest but she said, "Nonsense. I've seen lots of men nude before. I was a nurse in Vietnam during the war. I use to do this for many of the wounded soldiers. My husband loved for me to do it to him." She opened the curtain all the way. I didn't want to seem ungracious, so with my back to her, I handed her the soap and washcloth. She started with soft soothing strokes around my neck and shoulders. I was enjoying it as she slowly worked her way down my back, under my arms and finally to my waist. When she got to my buttocks, the strokes became softer and then I realized, she was no longer using the washcloth, those were bare hands sliding across my ass.
Then came the second surprise. She stepped into the tub behind me. Somehow, she had been able to shed most of her clothing and was almost nude. She wrapped her arms around my waist in a bear hug, her head and chest tight against my back. Her hands slid down and cupped my dick and balls. Now, came the biggest surprise of all. This woman, old enough to be my mother, caressing my ass, had made my cock hard. I made a feeble attempt to escape but she had both hands involved and was pumping back and forth and, shit, I was enjoying it!
"Turn around," she whispered, "and let me do it properly."
So I turned around, and with the shower beating down on my back, this old woman, clad only in her bra and panties, knelt down and began sucking my dick. If she did this in Vietnam she must have had hundreds of soldiers in love with her. Her tongue was performing magic, outlining the ridge around the head, sliding up and down the tender underneath part. She slid her head back and forth until I was sure I could feel my sensitive glands touching her tonsils. She was obviously an expert and in just minutes my entire life was compacted in my balls, ready to spew out the end of my cock. Then, it happened! Pulse after pulse, glob after glob, but it didn't seem to faze her. She greedily swallowed every squirt, not missing a drop.
It was over and my knees were so weak that I could barely support myself but I couldn't break the vacuum hold she had on my penis. She continued to suck for another couple of minutes until it began to soften and I began to whimper. She finally released me, cupped my dick and my testicles in her hands and gave it a tender little kiss, then stood up.
With her wet bra against my chest she kissed me on the mouth and whispered, "Thank you Dr. Ames, it's been such a long time. Someday very soon I want you to fuck me." She stepped out of the tub and I watched mesmerized while she dried herself off, took off her wet bra and panties, wrapped them in the towel, put her dress on over her head and slid into her shoes. At the doorway to the bath she turned around, blew me a kiss and said, "I'll bring your towel back soon, very soon." She blew me another kiss and was gone.
My mind was fogged by the event that had just taken place. Given my state of abstinence, it certainly wasn't objectionable; in fact it was quite enjoyable. In my mind I began to look forward to fucking her and then I remembered she was almost 20 years older than me.
My state of euphoria was such that I soon fell asleep in front of the television. The news at 11 woke me up and I staggered into the bedroom where I slept the sleep of release, dreaming of mouths and hands toying with my dick. I could smell perfumes, feel soft bodies and breasts until I was so horny that my raging hard on woke me up. For some reason, I wasn't surprised to find someone, that I assumed was Jane, in the bed beside me in the dark.
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