I said, "It's time, Tanya. If you're still insecure about it, now's definitely the time to tell me to pull out."

  She just stared at me for a moment, then closed her mouth and shook her head slightly. Facing forward again, she put her head down and leaned back against me firmly. I pounded into her with quick strokes until an almost painful tingling signaled my release, then I rammed myself deeply into her and began bucking and spurting.

  Tanya let out a small "Haaahhh!" that quieted to a groan as she froze in place against me, then she seemed to have a few strong contractions deep within herself. Her knees folded and we wound up kneeling on the shower floor, still locked together.

  Leaning to plant a series of kisses on her back made Tanya reach to rub my thighs. She reached a bit higher with one hand to touch our connection, then tickled me just below it. I obligingly bucked and spurted a last few drops for her, which made her giggle.

  She snorted a laugh. "Why hasn't it gone down?"

  "I think it likes you. A lot."

  "Well, thank it for me and take it out anyway. My knees are starting to hurt a little."

  Posting a few times to jar any leftover spurts loose, I took it out of her slowly and sat back on my heels. Tanya eased herself around and into a sitting position, where she caught some of the shower's spray in her mouth.

  Wiping water from her face, she said, "This is thirsty work. Why's that thing still up? It went off, didn't it?"

  Leaning forward, I said, "You inspire me, ma'am," and kissed her.

  Tanya chuckled and reached for it. Getting a grip on it, she said, "If you don't mind, I'm going to keep this a while."

  "Suits me just fine. It really seems to like you and I'd hate to make either of you unhappy."

  She sat gazing at my dick and stroking it for a time, then asked softly, "How are we going to break this to mom?"

  "I think I'd need a helluva good reason for doing that."

  Looking up from my dick, Tanya said, "I don't want to have to sneak around to see you."

  "Then I'd say just tell her. When the time seems right. Not before we get her fixed, though."

  "No, of course not before then. She's going to think I traded myself for your help, you know."

  "Well, you almost did. That was your original plan, as I recall. Doesn't that count?"

  Slapping my thigh, Tanya grinningly yelped, "No, it doesn't, you jerk! You agreed to help anyway and I found other reasons to fuck you!"

  "Ah. Okay, in that case, I'll let you tell her."

  Still messing around with my dick, Tanya asked, "How do you think she'll take it?"

  "About the same as Linda would if I diddled her niece who's your age. No, wait. She's about four years younger, I think. In any case, probably not too well."

  "You've known that all along, haven't you?"

  "Sure. So did you. But here we are, and it was fun." I shrugged. "We're adults enjoying each other while it lasts. Nobody's getting hurt or pregnant."

  "While it lasts?"

  "Nothing lasts forever. I'm sixty-two. You're still a young hottie. Sooner or later a guy your own age will come along. You want kids? They won't happen with me. I can only be your friend and sex toy, ma'am."

  With a dismissive little gesture, Tanya levered herself up from the shower floor and let the spray play over her head and face. I didn't bother to get up; I had a grand, close-up view of her legs.

  When my hands slid up her thighs, Tanya squeaked, but continued washing. I gathered little rivulets of soap and slicked her legs, making them shine a bit. Nice effect.

  Tanya asked, "You really like legs, huh?"

  "Yes, but yours seem especially fine, milady."

  "Well, I'm glad you think so, but are you going to stay down there forever?"

  "I thought about it. Probably not, though. There's so much other stuff to see and do in your playground."

  She chuckled, "I'm a playground?"

  "Oh, you bet, ma'am. Did you think I was working down here?"

  "No, but other parts of me could also use some attention, I think."

  Just what I wanted to hear. It meant she was far enough beyond her initial reservations to be more than simply passively accepting.

  I got to my feet and took a minute to rinse, then turned to face her with, "Hi, there. You said something about other parts needing attention? Could you be just a bit more specific, ma'am?"

  Giving me a highbrow, she gestured to encompass herself from the waist up and asked, "You don't know what I meant? There's more of me than just my legs."

  "I just wanna see if you're any good at giving directions. Where would you like me to begin, milady? You just touch a spot and I'll get right on it for you."

  She seemed to give that some thought, then put her index finger to her lips and said, "Here, first. A girl likes a little romance, you know."

  After kissing her for some moments, I asked, "And the next spot?"

  Tanya drew a finger from her lips to her ear, then down to her shoulder and grinningly said, "Just follow the invisible line."

  I did so, trailing my lips over her silky skin. Planting a kiss on her shoulder to mark the spot, I asked, "And now, ma'am?"

  She snickered softly and let her finger descend to her left nipple. I didn't think it could swell any farther, but when my lips released it, the nipple resembled a tiny castle turret. Tanya laughed softly and moved her fingertip to her right nipple.

  "Good thinking," I said, "Can't let 'em be off-balance."

  That game went on for a few moments, then Tanya asked, "It just occurred to me... Both times tonight, you... took me... from behind. Is that your preferred position?"

  "No, those were just opportunities I couldn't pass up, ma'am. I actually prefer to lie back and have the woman on top."

  "Why?"

  "I'm lazy, of course. If she wants laid, let her do all the hard work."

  Tanya giggled and lightly smacked my ribs. "Why, really?"

  "Well, she has more control of the stick, she looks damned good while she's working it, and I'm not looking down at her."

  She gave that some thought, then asked, "Looking down at a woman bothers you?"

  "I'm actually concerned about it bothering her."

  That seemed to require a bit more thought, then she said, "I don't get it. Sorry, I guess you'll have to explain."

  "I'm surprised you don't already know. When you get older, what happens to your face? Why do people have plastic surgery? Now add a push-up position and some strenuous activity. That can make seniors look like monsters. Hell, it's the main reason I don't chase women over fifty, ma'am. I can't make 'em get on top."

  Tanya snorted a sharp laugh that became a series of chuckles, then asked, "Can't you even once be half-serious?!"

  "I was. I once re-framed an antique mirror for a friend. She didn't like the way the silver backing was peeling at the edges. I grooved the frame to set the edges further inside. I was sixty then. While I was leaning over that damned mirror I looked about eighty-five."

  She stopped chuckling and studied my face for a moment, then shook her head and said, "No. I can't believe it's that bad. I think you're exaggerating -- a lot -- but I can see your point. One of mom's friends was going to get a face lift, but she wouldn't talk about it. Maybe now I know why."

  I first thought she stepped forward and embraced me for a kiss, but her face slid beside mine and I heard the hollow sound of spray water collecting in her mouth. Tanya swallowed twice, then pulled her head back enough to kiss me.

  When the kiss ended, she grinningly patted my face and said, "Okay. Just for you, I'll get on top during sex." Holding up a hand, she showed me her fingers and said, "But right now I'm getting all pruney, so let's get out of here."

  I turned off the water and followed her out of the shower. She'd already half-dried herself, so I didn't offer that service. As she toweled her legs, Tanya said, "I feel like a snack."

  Drying my back, I replied, "And you look like one to me, ma'am."

  Rolling her eyes, she said, "I mean I'm hungry. Are you?"

  Shrugging, I said, "Sure. A little."

  "I have some leftover angel food cake in the fridge. There was a small office party Friday when Leon sold an old listing."

  "Angel food sounds good."

  "I've been wondering what to do about tomorrow. I can't call in sick. Our visit to the clinic might get back to them."

  "Might as well fly the board to work and tell them you need the day for training. If you buy the board, your world's gonna change."

  She stopped in the motion of hanging her towel on the rack and looked at me, then asked, "Change how?"

  Hanging up my own towel, I said, "If you buy it, you'll want to use it. If you use it, you'll be spotted. Expect some media types to show up. Friends and family will want rides. You won't want to piss money away on gas and a car anymore, so you'll use the board to commute to work and go everywhere else. Stuff like that."

  After a moment, she nodded and we headed for the kitchen. There were only four skinny slices of cake left on the tray, so Tanya just provided forks and napkins. I found a can of Seven-Up in the fridge and Tanya retrieved her unfinished juice pack.

  As we dug into the cake, Tanya said, "You never said how much scooterboards cost."

  Thinking back, I remembered having told her, but I answered, "Serena sells them for ten grand each."

  With a measure of shock, Tanya yelped, "Ten thousand dollars?! Ed, I don't have that kind of money!"

  Shrugging, I said, "So we'll work out a payment plan. Sooner or later you'll sell your car rather than continue to feed and insure it." With a grin, I suggested, "Or maybe you could set up your own rapid transit service, ma'am. Boards move pretty fast and lots of people would cough up good money for local trips."

  "Umm... No. I'd prefer payments until I sell the car."

  "Too bad. You could have put together a fancy costume and swooped out of the sky like some kind of transportation goddess."

  Tanya laughed and nearly choked on a bit of cake. "A transportation goddess?"

  "Sure, why not? It isn't exactly a new idea, y'know. The Greeks and Romans had deities for every purpose and occasion. And you have a great bod, ma'am. Since the board has a protective field, you could wear something skimpy and..."

  Her left eyebrow went up. "Skimpy? Why skimpy?"

  "Short skirts get bigger tips. Haven't you ever tended bar?"

  "No, and I don't intend to. Nor do I intend to wear skimpy outfits when I'm using the board."

  "Killjoy. You'd be absolutely inspiring. Men of all ages would fall at your feet. Prob'ly a number of women, too. You could show up for book signings and..."

  "Book signings?!"

  "You keep interrupting, ma'am. Wouldn't you write a book? If not, why not? And then there'd be the movie someone would make about you. See if you can hold out for a big-name star to play you. And don't forget endorsements. You like those juice thingies. I'll bet the company would jump at the chance for the world to see you drinking one."

  Tanya had worn a vastly skeptical look during all but the last of my words. Now her brow knitted slightly and she eyed the juice pack as she said, "I'll bet they would. I'll bet they'd even pay me enough to pay off the board AND my car."

  "I thought you were gonna dump the car."

  Rolling her eyes, Tanya said, "Maybe not right away, okay?"

  "Yes, milady. Got it. Maybe not right away."

  For whatever reason, Tanya looked at the wall clock near the fridge and seemed shocked as she asked, "Do you know what time it is?"

  I did. I'd seen the clock on the way in. "About eleven-fifteen."

  Her eyes switched to me. "Your back's to the clock. How did you know that?"

  "Would you believe me if I told you?"

  "That would depend, but at this point, probably."

  Shrugging, I said, "Okay, then. I saw the clock on the way in."

  Tanya gave me a narrow look for a moment, then gathered our forks and napkins on the now-empty cake platter and wadded the wax paper that had wrapped the cake. Tossing the wax paper in the trash, she took the tray to the sink and washed it.

  I said, "You look almost as good from behind, ma'am."

  "Gee, thanks."

  "Wanna come sit on my lap for a while?"

  Her shoulders shook slightly as she chuckled, "No. We have to get up in the morning. My alarm rings at seven-thirty."

  "On a Sunday?"

  "We take turns running the office on weekends."

  "What time do you have to be there?"

  "Nine."

  "Then that'll probably work out just about right."

  Setting the tray in a rack to dry, Tanya turned around and asked, "How do you mean, 'work out'?"

  "Well, I was kind of hoping you'd pounce on me for a pre-commute quickie. We'll have time to spare."

  "It takes me almost thirty minutes to... Oh. Right. If we take the boards, no traffic."

  Nodding, I said, "Yup. No speed limits, either. I vote we use the extra time instead of sleeping in."

  Canting her head in an 'I've got your number' manner, she replied, "I'm sure you would," then she straightened and said, "And you're right. And I don't know where the hell that came from."

  Coming to stand in front of me, Tanya leaned to kiss me fully, then examined the results in my lap. Without a word, she lowered herself to my lap, inserted me, and eased herself downward until we were fully connected. She then reached for her juice pack and sipped.

  We talked and played for perhaps fifteen minutes. She had no crashing orgasms, but she seemed quite happy to be impaled and posted occasionally. When she felt me softening a bit, she kissed me. That cured the problem, but my butt and the backs of my legs were really beginning to feel the hardwood chair. She had to 'cure' me again a few times as we played.

  Leaning close to my ear, Tanya whispered, "I really love having your dick inside me." That made it buck with enthusiasm and she giggled and grinned as she sat back upright on it.

  "Can't think of a better place for it. Or a more worthy cause."

  Leaning back to arm's length, Tanya posted slightly and asked, "Do you think you'll come again?"

  "I will if you keep doing that."

  She grinned even wider and posted some more. Sure enough, I felt the tingling begin. Tanya sensed the moment, too, and kissed me deeply as I spurted. She groaned softly and hugged me hard for a time, then stroked my arms and shoulders as she sat upright.

  "I love that," she sighed. "I've missed it. It was always like putting everything on the line to let Martin come in me."

  It wasn't the first time I'd heard something like that, but I said nothing and didn't interrupt her moment.

  Tanya said, "Martin was my husband. I tried the pill for a while. And other things. But I never felt completely safe with any of them and the pill made me sick. The hormones messed with my head."

  Sipping the last of her juice, she tossed the packet at the trash, missed, and said, "But this... this contraceptive thing about PFMs... I feel as if I can just let go and fuck! It's wonderful!"

  She kissed me again and caused another buck and a squirt. It made her grin and giggle as she peered down at our connection. She made a little posting motion and milked another tiny squirt out of me, then kissed me again. My dick stiffened back up, which made her giggle and lean back to grin at me.

  "If I keep kissing you, I can keep it up all night, can't I?"

  "I dunno, ma'am. This chair is really getting to me. Even your hot magical kisses might not work very well soon."

  Realization hit her and she nibbled her lip as she lifted off me. When I stood up, she made concerned noises as she rubbed my back where the chair slats had left their impressions, then she rubbed the backs of my legs where the edge had dug in.

  "Sorry," she said, "It's probably good that we finished when we did."

  "Yeah, could be. Let's see if I can still walk."

  "Why didn't you say something?"

  "You were impaled on my dick, ma'am. I couldn't think. You know how men are at times like that."

  She chuckled and lightly swatted my shoulder. "Next time tell me."

  I nodded and massaged the creases in my legs. "Will do."

  Chapter Fourteen

  When her bedside alarm sounded, Tanya reached to turn it off, then rose on an elbow to look at me.

  I said, "Hi, there. Remember me? The guy with the board?"

  She smiled. "That's not what I remembered first. How are you feeling this morning?"

  "Used, ma'am. Very used. How about you?"

  Nodding, she said, "The same. With a small hangover."

  "Sounds about right. There wasn't much gin left."

  Glancing to the middle of me, she replied, "I'm surprised there's any of you left. I'm not usually like that."

  "You're magnificent like that, milady. I felt like a kid in a candy store last night." Leaning to kiss and suck lightly on her right nipple, I added, "But you probably noticed that. I suggest we tidy up a bit, then come back in here."

  Moving a hand between my lips and her nipple, Tanya archly asked, "You're saying I need to tidy up?"

  "Ma'am, this isn't a Hollywood movie. This leading man isn't gonna wake up after a night of sex, cake, and gin and roll over to give the leading lady -- that's you -- a big ol' kiss. If I need a toothbrush -- and I definitely do -- so do you."

  Tanya grinned and chuckled, then said, "Point taken, but just for that you get to make the coffee."

  She swung her legs off the bed and almost trotted to the bathroom. I got up and headed for the kitchen with my coffee mug and my backpack. After loading the coffee maker and turning it on, I used some instant coffee from the jar in my pack to fill my mug.

  Tanya came in just as I put the jar back in my pack and asked, "You made a pot, but you're drinking that stuff?"

  Leaning to kiss her shoulder, I said, "My 'stuff' is ready now, ma'am. Want some?"

  I offered her my mug and she took it. Sipping gingerly, she made a slight 'eeww' face, then took a hefty slug from my mug. With a grin, she said, "The second swallow washed the first one down. Thanks."

 

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