Chapter 18: Wet Dreams

The light turned off and Sonya lay in bed in just an oversized t-shirt. The thoughts of the night raced through her mind. The making out with Sean was nice. Her first real kiss turned right into her first make-out session, which turned into her first time being felt up as well. First time being fingered. A lot of firsts tonight. Sonya lay in bed and her hands started to roam all over her body. Under the covers she pulled the shirt up to her shoulders, letting her fingers creep back down to her pussy.

The long day filled with adventures wore Sonya out. Her fingers played with her pussy lips but sleep was overtaking her and winning the night’s battle.

Next door, Bob was also losing the battle against sleep. He was in bed stroking his hard cock thinking of Sonya on his lap wearing that see-through leggings.

Sonya fell asleep.

Bob fell asleep.

Day turns into night. Sonya enters her neighbor’s house in just the nightshirt she wore to bed. The scene shifts quickly, she is sitting on Mr. Johnsons’ lap. Her oversized shirt rode up to her hips. They are both eating their ice cream sundaes. Sonya continually moves back and forth on her elderly neighbors lap.

Bob found his young neighbor just about naked except for a large t-shirt, sitting on his lap. He tried eating ice cream but found it hard to do with the squirming young lady sitting on him. His hands went to her sides, wanting to be playful. He brought his fingers up and tickled her sides. Sonya squirmed even more in his lap, rising onto the kitchen table. Exposing her naked rear end to him. Bob could feel his cock come to full attention at the sight of her ass. He continued a little more to tickle her as she laughed.

Sonya could feel Mr. Johnson’s fingers tickling her sides. She could not help but laugh. Laugh and squirm. She knew she had nothing on under the shirt but she didn’t care. Her hands went to brace herself on the table, laughing and squirming as she went up halfway onto the table. She did not know how she looked at Mr. Johnson as she was laughing. That is why she was startled when she felt his hands both pressed on each of her butt cheeks. The tickling had ended as she was facing halfway down on the table. Her now naked butt facing directly at Mr. Johnson. She could feel his hands firmly holding onto each butt cheek. She froze for a moment.

Bob saw an opportunity and did not want it to pass him by. He looked right into her rosebud. Her butt looking right at him, taunting him. He went from tickling his young neighbor to putting his hands on each of her butt cheeks. His hands easily covered each of her cheeks. Bob licked his lips at the feeling he was enjoying. Soft but firm butt cheeks. He rested his hands a second more before he started to kneed at them. Grabbing and massaging her cheeks. Letting his fingers linger along her butt crack. Roaming up and down as his hands massaged and kneaded her cheeks. Grabbing her butt cheeks, pushing and pulling them together and apart. His eyes fully concentrated on the bullseye in front of him. His cock is as hard as its ever been in his 73 years of life.

Sonya lay halfway on the table as she felt Mr. Johnson’s hands playing with her butt. She was enjoying the moment. A new moment in her young life. A moment nevertheless that she was liking. Then it happened. A new feeling that she never felt before. Wetness. Kisses, fingers probing her butt. A new sensation that she liked.

Bob began kissing her butt, every possible inch that he could. She felt nice and she smelt nice. Bob then let his tongue slither along her butt crack, up and down and all along it. Until he dove right into her butt hole. He noticed her squirming had slowed down considerably. His nose took in a huge sniff. He darted his tongue then in and out of her butt hole. His fingers pulled her cheeks apart. His tongue lapped up every little bit of her. He loved the taste and feel of her butt. However, there was one thing he wanted even more. He pushed her up a little more onto the table, the bowls of ice cream set aside.

Sonya felt herself being pushed up more on the table. Her shirt rode up along her body as she was moved up on the table. She could feel Mr. Johnsons’ tongue as he kissed her butt. She could feel his fingers opening herself up more to him. She could feel his tongue now on her pussy. She felt his hands turning her over on the table. She helped in his wanting her turned over. She moved herself so that now she was lying on her back. The shirt pushed up to just below her young budding breasts. Not quite exposing them. She was on full display on his kitchen table though as her legs hung over the side. Mr. Johnson sat in between her legs. He had a hand on each of her thighs as he dove in towards her pussy. His fingers came closer as his tongue darted in and out of her. His fingers playing with her clit. Lapping up her juices as his fingers continued to play. As he was licking and sucking her young pussy, he moved his hands up her body. Straight towards her breasts. Small as they were, he could still pinch, pull and squeeze them.

Bob, could not take it any longer. He wanted her to reciprocate to him. He stood up then and pulled her hands so that she was sitting up on the table in front of him. He grabbed at her shirt and started to pull it off, Sonya helped him in taking her shirt off. He helped her off the table then. Their eyes stayed locked with each other. Bob then unzipped his pants and fished his cock out of his pants. His rock-hard cock stood at attention facing Sonya. He then gently with one hand held his cock shaking it at her. His other hand then gently pushed her head toward his cock.