Chapter 5

I went into the bathroom where I washed myself off with a wet rag, then came back out and pulled on my boxers. She was standing next to the desk in just her panties, holding the camera. When she saw me she called over, “C’mon, I want to check these out.”

“Go ahead and plug the cable into the camera and turn it on.”

She’d gone back to the table and I took the same seat as before, pulling up just to her right. “Now what?”, she asked.

“On the laptop, go to the folder where I have all of yunz, then right-click and create a new one. You can name it ‘Emma 2022-09-24’.”

“Where?”

“Okay, let me do it.” As I slid my chair closer so I could reach the mouse on the desk, our bare knees pushed against each other. She glanced down but did not move away. Reaching for the mouse, I was hoping my left arm might just, accidentally, brush against her side boob, but I felt nothing there. “Now, I’ll click over here on the camera, on the folder that says ‘DCIM’, select and copy the group of files, then go back over here and click on ‘Emma’ and paste. It will only take a few seconds.”

Once the transfer was complete, I entered the folder and clicked on the first. “We’d seen this one already.”

“I’m fully clothed but it still looks so naughty.”

I clicked the right arrow and each photo came up in turn, displayed on the maxed size on the screen. She gasped and turned to me. “You’re right, that ankle bracelet really is sexy.”

I moved closer and rested my left hand on her bare back, lightly brushing my fingers in circles along her shoulders. When he reached the last one, she spun the chair to face me. “If I was a guy, I would totally do me. Wow, just wow. You really made me look beautiful.”

“I didn’t make anything. It was God’s work.”

“You are so sweet.”

“I was so afraid you were going to think I was a creep.”

She looked down and shook her head. “No. No ... but, um, I’m gonna get dressed now. It was quite an, um, an adventure.”

I went back to the bed and had pulled on my pants when I heard her say, “Can you help me with this?”

Still in just her panties, she faced away from me as her hands fumbled behind her back with the clasp of the bra. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled as I walked over and said to her, “Sure thing.”

She’d pulled her long hair over her shoulder and down her front so that her back would be unobstructed. I took one side of her bra in each hand, my knuckles rubbing against her back as I attempted to line up the snaps. I took a deep breathe then sighed as I let go of the bra.

Noticing I’d stopped, she snapped her head around to see what was the matter. My right hand reached around and slid over her breast while my left slowly traced a line down her left side to her waist.

“Oh God, that tickles.” She was squirming and squealing. “Please, please ... stop!”

I broke off the tickle, raising my left hand to join the other in squeezing a breast as I locked her in an embrace. At five-three the top of her head reached just under my nose. Pulling her to me, I buried my face in her neck and planted light kisses on the top of her shoulder. “Do you want me to stop, or to stop tickling?”

“No. More. Tickling.”

I lifted my head and tugged on her side, signaling her to turn around and face me. I brushed the bangs away from her face. “Oh, Emma.”

For several seconds we just stared into each other’s eyes before I slid my left hand behind her neck, closed my eyes and slowly leaned in until my lips touched hers. It was a brief kiss. I pulled back to judge her reaction.

With her eyes still closed she let out a low moan which I took as an invitation. Again our lips met but I pressed harder than before. I pulled her tight against me and felt her hard nipples poke my chest.

When I pushed my tongue against her lips, she opened up and met it with hers. Then she puckered and sucked on my tongue like she was giving a blow job, while she started grinding her panty covered mound over the growing bulge inside my pants.

My hands slid between us, again cupping her breasts which I began to massage.

“I’m sorry they’re not bigger.”

“They’re perfect.”

One hand stayed on her breast as the other dropped down to squeeze her ass. She continued to both work my tongue and dry hump me, so my second hand went down to grab some cheek as well. I pulled her off the floor and turned to take a step. “Oh my God, don’t drop me!” she squealed.

I dropped her, but right on the bed. She bounced, leaving her butt at the edge with her legs dangling over. I suspended myself over her, propped up on my knees and elbows, and returned my lips to hers.

After a minute I readjusted so I could bring my mouth to attend to those breasts. As I squeezed the left, rolling the nipple between my thumbs and finger, I wrapped my lips around the right. So hard and firm. “You could poke an eye out with these!”

“Ouch, watch the teeth! You sure you know what you’re doing?”

“I’ve been married for forty years.”

“So admit it old man, you’ve been out of practice for at least the last fifteen. Longer than I’ve been alive!”

One hand still kneading a breast, I dragged my tongue across her belly and right into her belly button. She grabbed the back of his head with both hands, squirming and squealing. “No, no ... that tickles! You’re going to kill me!”

“Better watch who you’re calling an old man. Like riding a bike, my dear.”

“Okay, okay ... I’m sorry!”

With her hands still on my head and knees up in the air, I slid further down and rubbed my nose into her closely trimmed fur. I used each hand to pull apart her lips, my tongue darting in looking for her clit. When I found it she jerked, pushing herself against my face. As I continued to suck her nub, I pumped two fingers into her. My chin was moist with her sweet juices.