Surprise For Ole Peter

Surprise For Ole Peter

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Ole Pete from the mailroom is surprised with a birthday party at work. Will his cute young co-worker Deb grant his ultimate birthday wish?

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Ole Pete from the mailroom is surprised with a birthday party at work. Will his cute young co-worker Deb grant his ultimate birthday wish?

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Submitted: August 23, 2016

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Submitted: August 23, 2016

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Surprise for Ole Peter

 

The surprise birthday party sprung on me in the mailroom where I work nearly scares me to death.  The petrified look on Deb’s face is priceless though.  I’m sure she thinks she gave me a heart attack.  What could have been on the youngsters mind springing out on an old man yelling at me like that when I walk through the door!  Shucks! 

My heart’s strong, anyhow.  Had my annual physical a month ago, and the doc said I was healthier than him.  Ha!  The kid’s in his 40s for God’s sakes.  Still, I take the compliment.  My body isn’t what it used to be, but I do take care of it.  

I run a couple miles just about every morning before work unless bad weather.  Then I run in the evening at the gym inside the senior center.  This ole body of mine has done me good for the better part of seventy plus years, I'm proud to say.  No major sickness.  I’ve got nothing to complain about really.  It’s been a good life; one filled with ups and downs. 

I’m grateful everyday.  Most of all just to be working here.  Seeing these kids at work and chatting with them about their lives makes me feel involved and young again.  Not to mention many of their stories just crack me up.  

My favorites like Kip in AR, Sandy in acquisitions, and Bill in HR show up for the birthday party along with some others I barely know.  That sneaky Deb, who’s my favorite among the kids, manages to get a rum cake and rum and coke to drink!  Hot damn!  If the big boss knew, he’d probably fire every one of us, but it’s late enough in the day I guess for us to get away with it.  That man knows and sees everything.  I still haven’t figured out how he does that.

Now, I don’t drink… well, as much as I used to.  It’s nice to have some of my favorites again.  The kids have rainbow confetti tossed all over the place, and Deb insists I wear this silly red party hat strapped under my chin.  She takes a number of pictures with her phone of everyone and even a selfie with me.  Someone is playing 1970s music from their mobile phone, and all of us dance to disco music and laugh at each other. 

Hey, I even cut through a few of my moves from back in the day.  Especially when that Deb is dancing with me.  Mmmm-mmm!  She sure is cute.  I can’t resist the urge to cop a feel of that tight ass of hers.  She swats me away giggling at the dirty old man I am, but I keep trying.  She really gets my blood going straight down, if you know what I mean.

To be honest, I haven’t done anything like this in years.  Many of my friends I grew up with are dead and buried.  The others are in nursing homes.  Parties and dancing are so far removed from their daily lives in adult daycare.  So I’ve not participated in anything like this in ages.  Not even with my own kids, have I.  I shock myself in how much fun I’m having though with these kids from work.

I still wonder how that sweet honey Deb found out so much about me or that it’s even my birthday today.  She’s the one that organized everything, Kip tells me.  When I question Deb on this, she only tells me that a little bird told her my birth date, and she took it from there. Probably Bill in HR told her is my best guess.

Since Deb started working here, I’ve dreamt of her.  She so reminds me of my dear departed Florence.  Just as lively and sweet.  Always a pretty smile for me.  It’s contagious so I return it even if I don’t really feel like it. 

Being around Deb and the other youngsters today of all days really makes me feel like I’ve shed several decades off my life.  Not to mention that lil Peter is so hard!  Dancing with Deb so near, I just know she’ll notice how hungry I am for her.  If she does, she never says anything.  She’s so polite.

Sighing now that the party’s over, everyone but Deb clears out of the mailroom.  She helps me clean up the best she can.  The cleaners tonight will have to get the rest and not bitch about it hopefully.  Once done with what we can do, she kisses my cheek.

“You have one more surprise,” she says with a sparkle in her pretty brown eyes. 

“I do?” I ask getting more excited by the moment.  I’m still hard as a rock, too, but she always does this to me.

“You do.  Waiting for you in the backroom,” she says pointing beyond me with a smirk on her face.

“Will you be joining me?” I boldly ask since in that very backroom I dreamed of tasting her perky full titties and lil cunny.  Oh, the dreams I have, but I know that’s all they’ll ever be.  I’m way too old for Deb.  Won’t stop me from dreaming of her, though.

For 40 years, my wife and I had the love to envy.  She and our five kids completed me.  When Flo died, I thought I would, too, but years later I remain.  The grandchildren help a lot in the beginning.  Now that they’ve become teenagers, they aren’t so cute or fun to be around.  To fill my time, I decide to go back to work and have been here for twelve years now.

Me and my Flo before she passed had a healthy sex life.  It’s by far what I missed most over the years without her.  A warm cunny to cum in.  Now my best friends are my own big hands and my dreams.

Deb shakes her head at me, and smiles, appearing flattered, I think.  “I wish, but I’m taken.”

“Oh…” I say feeling a bit disappointed, but a girl so cute would be taken. 

“But trust me, you’ll like the surprise just as much.”

I look her in the eyes and shake my head.  “I don’t know, honey.  You know, you hold a special place in my heart.”

She touches my face and offers me another kiss to my cheek.  When she pulls away, her smile is warm.  “You’re so sweet, Pete.”

“No, you are.  Thanks for making my day, honey.”

She giggles at me, and it’s the cutest sound to me.  I sigh with my longing for her.

“You’re welcome.  Now go,” she says and waves me on, “It’s time for your last surprise.  Happy birthday, Pete!”  She leaves the mailroom without looking back.

Turning to the backroom door, I sigh again and do as Deb says.  I walk in the dark room and flip on the light.  My eyes adjust after a bit, and I see a sight that makes my heart pitter-patter like crazy. 

Deb?  How?  Somehow, the cute honey slips by me to take off all her clothes except for the bits of whipped cream around her cunny and perky breasts, which have shrunk!  The more I study her, she looks like she lost weight.  Her dark hair is pinned up now, too.  I adjust my thick glasses on my face as my eyes widen in disbelief.

“How did you…?” I begin but can’t manage to finish because I’m so confused and shocked.

Deb walks up to me and kisses me.  Not on the cheek either!  I feel her full lips on my thin mouth.  I kiss her back happily.  She tastes like whipped cream.  I moan because I’ve always had a weakness for sweets especially one packaged like Deb.

“I’m your special dessert tonight, Pete,” the cutie says with a wicked smile that makes me even harder if that’s possible.  “Eat me up.”

Do you think I’m gonna pass up that invitation?  You’re crazy! 

Sure, Deb tells me earlier that she’s taken and now appears in this backroom in the blink of an eye.  I know there are no exterior doors to the room; just the one I entered.  I would have seen her if she passed me to get through it. 

Contrary to what everyone at the office believes, my vision is 20/20 with my glasses.  My hearing is fine also.  Of course, I like to pretend otherwise because it’s fun messing about with people.  It’s deceptive I know, but amazing how much mischief I get away with being perceived as simply an old man losing his faculties. 

From Deb’s mouth, my happy tongue vigorously licks the fluffy sweet cream off her breasts.  When all of the white stuff is gone, only my mouth sucks her yummy hard nipples like a newborn.  She moans for me to stop when she can’t take anymore and pushes me into a chair.  Licking my lips I comply.  I also adjust my straining package to a more comfortable position and stare up at this cute honey before me.

What happens next, almost makes me burst a load of cum in my trousers.  Deb turns from me and flips onto her hands, doing the most impressive handstand I’ve ever seen up-close and personal.  One slim legs slowly joins the other for a moment holding that vertical stance and then her legs separate in a spit that exposes her hairless flower coated with whipped cream for me. 

I lick my lips feeling my heart thumping like it wants to jump out of my chest.  Wow!  How flexible Deb is! 

“Won’t you eat me some more, Pete?” she asks looking up at me and smiling.

Amazed, I bend at the waist and start licking.  I dive into her sweet slit and moan.  I leave no part of her pedals unexplored by my tongue.  I’m close to losing the cum that builds up with my massive boner.  Can’t really remember when I’ve ever been this aroused, but I’m lost to it now for sure.  What a gift this sweet girl is giving me!  It’s the best birthday ever!  All my dreams come true!

Deb cums trembling in this amazing position of hers, moaning my name.  Falling to my knees, I get closer to my work.  New cream produced by the young cunny before me surfaces and I lap her up while holding her by the waist.  Sure, it hurts being on my knees like this, but only for a little while.  It’s so worth it!

I lick that lil slit of hers, sinking my tongue deeper inside her so many times.  My tongue plays at her clit, her mound and back again.  Her legs wrap around my head for a few shuddering moments, but I still lick her cunny until her orgasm releases her.  Taking a break to get up off my knees, I sit in the chair again.  Deb flexes her beautiful body on to her feet so elegantly like a gymnast.  I’m in awe.  My dream girl kneels to my lap now and unleashes my manhood.

“Damn,” she gasps with wide eyes. 

Her astonishment pleases me.  That reaction is the same as my wife’s when she saw lil Peter for the first time so many years ago.  So hard and stiff now, my Johnson flops outside my trousers nearly as long as Deb’s forearm.  It was my pride in my youth, not to toot my own horn.  I never had any problems making girls cum.  Not my Flo either. 

My wife got the best of me, though.  Only she captured my heart.  Part of me misses Flo still.  She was my lover and my best friend all rolled up in a cute petite package.  Tears leak from my eyes at the old pain of her loss to me.  There isn’t a day that I don’t think of her.

Deb glances up to my face and frowns at me.  “What’s the matter, Pete?” she questions softly.

I wipe my tears away with the heel of my hand a little embarrassed as I lower my head.  “I promised my Flo that I’d be faithful to her ‘til the day I died and now…now I break that oath.”

Deb cups my face tenderly.  I look up to her warm brown eyes.  She shakes her head at me.  “No.  She’d understand; I know she would.  Please let me do this for you, Pete.  I really want to.”  Grabbing my Johnson, she says, “I want to feel this anaconda in me.  I’ve never had one so…so big!

I smile again full of pride and sigh.  When Deb put it like that, how could I refuse her?  This pretty girl sees me, though…not just an old man.  Surprisingly, she wants ole Peter!  I nod feeling more bold.  “I want you, too, honey.  So badly.”

Deb lowers her little mouth on me, and I groan with the grit of my teeth.  Yes... I still have all my teeth.  Okay, except two of them that needed to be replaced with implants, but the others are all mine.  Thank you very much! 

It feels so good having my manhood handled by something other than my hands!  No, Deb’s mouth is better than good.  It’s great!  She doesn’t get very far with her sucking (no girl ever does), but this honey makes a fine effort, God bless her!  She then focuses on licking me up, down, and around until her saliva coats me totally. 

When Deb stands up, she pulls my hand down to where she’s holding me at the base of my shaft.  Understanding, my hand replaces hers as her lean legs straddle me in the chair.  She faces away from me giving me a marvelous view of her backside and ass.  She lowers herself on me slowly. 

Deb squats over me in increments since I’m larger than average.  The veins along my Johnson protrude thickly, and my skin stretches so taunt.  Feeling her warm, tight cunny makes me moan.  I want to cum.  God, do I ever!  I can’t, I tell myself.  I won’t let Deb down.  I had to please her.  I want that more than anything.

When the cutie took me as far inside her hot box as she could at the moment, I focus on not cumming.  Holding her waist in support, I let her ride me moaning and thrashing her head back.  The more stimulated she is the easier it is for her to take more of me inside her.  I’m in heaven at how slowly she moves.  So much control this girl!  She’s moaning like crazy when I feel her muscles spasm on my Johnson.  I grunt with that sensation and let her cum all over me while she stiffens.  I still haven’t come yet.

Her breathing is harsh, and I think it’s over now.  The honey lifts off me, but surprises me when she faces me.  Slowly she eases back on lil Peter but takes all of me inside.  I groan with my eyes rolling back at how tight she is.  The honey throws her arms around my neck and tilts her head to kiss me.  My hands cup her firm titties and pushes them together as I play with the nipples with my thumbs.  They are so perfect just like she is.  I groan my pleasure and she moans with me.

Holding my shoulders, she starts to move on my Johnson slowly like before.  It’s not long before she’s doing more than moaning.  She hollers, bouncing up and down on me.  I do what I can to hold on, but I know I can’t last for much longer.  Feeling her spasms again, I know she won’t either.  I start thrusting up to meet her buck.  I sweat.  She does, too.  My heart races like my hips grinding into her cunny.  I’m almost there, but not quite. 

Deb begs for my cum.  Surely, this old man cannot be wearing out this young pretty thing!  I know she can take more than this, and I hold off my cumming just for her.  She cums again squirting all over me this time.  It only makes me more excited.  I used to do that to girls all the time back in the day. 

Deb is so sensitive now though and hollers things I can’t understand.  Roughly, she squeezes me from the inside with the additional bumping and grinding we’re doing.  Her nails dig into me almost painfully from the outside.  It’ll bruise like my knees, but I’ll take whatever battle scars I must for my honey.  I might never experience anything like this again and want something to remember it all by. 

Along my manhood for as long as I can, I feel her muscles milk me in her newest orgasm.  Deb begs me for my cum again, and this time she gets it.  Thrust after powerful thrust inside her, cum shoots from me, planting deep within her.  My release feels incredible, so worth the wait.  Her harsh breath matches mine while I hold her stiff body to me.  Her sweaty forehead leans on my shoulder as she finally relaxes and her contractions pass.

When her breathing is calm like mine, Deb raises her head and kisses me hard.  She presses her chest to mine as she rubs me over my sweaty head.  She tastes of me and whipped cream.  I offer her a taste of herself along my tongue, too.

“Oh, Deb…” I moan against her full lips.  I don’t want this to end.  It’s way too soon!

The cutie lifts away from me.  My softening Johnson slips out of her slick warmth, and I moan in regret.  In silence, I watch her dress in a skintight black dress without any undies.  She grabs a black tote and then steps into some black pumps.  I frown because she had been wearing a white blouse and a linen skirt at the party.  If she hadn’t been wearing a bra, I would have definitely noticed.

Deb draws close to me.  She kisses me on the mouth very softly distracting me from my observations, which make no sense.  With the shake of her head, she smiles at me and pats my shoulder. 

“Deb doesn’t know what she’s missing with you, old man.  You let me know whenever you’re feeling frisky.  I’ll be right over to play, okay?”  She bends low near my ear and adds, “That was by and large the best fuck of my life.  I hope it was good for you, too, big boy.”  The cutie kisses my ear and then my lips again.  She pulls something that looks like a business card from her tote bag and stuffs it in the breast pocket of my shirt.  Staring me in the eyes, there’s a pleased smirk on her flushed face.  “Happy birthday, Pete.”

With a wink, she walks away from me out of the backroom that smells strongly of sex and sugar.  I remain seated, stunned in fact.  What could that cute little honey mean by all that?  When the door clicks after her departure, I blink and then look in my pocket at what she leaves for me. 

It appears to be a business card.  Embossed on it is the silhouette of a naked woman performing an exotic dance on a pole.  Under that is an 800 toll-free number.  I flip it to read the back and in neat print, I see the name “Peg”.  Beneath it, there’s a hand written telephone number.  My frown deepens.  Peg?

As things begin to click together, my jaw drops.  That girl who rode me like a bronco isn’t my cutie Deb!  She’s Peg, Deb’s twin sister!  I close my eyes wondering if I should be mad or not.  I’m not, of course.  I begin to chuckle instead at my supreme luck!  It’s something I plan on testing really soon with my new honey. 

I may be a year older and even closer to the grave, but by God I’m not dead yet!  I’ve got plenty of life to live and cum to give a sweet cunny like Peg’s!  I can’t wait to call her for another play date!


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