Date: Sat, 10 Oct 2015 09:17:35 -0400
From: user459@mail.com
Subject: Meg's Bike 18

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Laura held my hand all the way out to the garage and we set about the task
of inspecting the damage to her bike.  There were a few scrapes, a bent
chain guard, and the handlebars were askew; nothing major.  I removed the
chain guard altogether and tweaked it back into shape with a few
well-placed hammer blows.  That eliminated the rubbing on the chain
sprocket.  Re-installed, it was as good as new.  I loosened the handlebars
and had Laura straddle the bike and test out the position before tightening
them down.  I found myself steadying her with one hand on her little bum.  It
seemed to fit so perfectly in my hand and I had a flashback of the way it
looked in the tub.  I felt my pecker plump and twitch in my shorts.

"Is that it?" Laura said.  "You sure know what you're doing!"  I nodded my
head and handed her a rag to wipe off the bike.  The scratches and scrapes
weren't major and wouldn't hurt the performance of the bike.  They were
well-earned battle scars.

"There, isn't that better?" I asked.  "And how is your knee doing?"  She
looked down as if she forgot all about her injury.

"It feels much better after the bath," she said.  She put her foot up on
the stool and I could see the bandage was holding well.  I also could see
well up the leg of her shorts.  I looked away to divert my attention from
the image.

"Let me know if the bandage needs changing," I reminded her, "and try not
to get it too dirty."  She responded with a hug and kissed me on the cheek.

"You're like the Daddy I never had," she said.  She hugged me again and I
hugged her back.

"I'm just Mike, the bike guy," I responded.  I have to admit, I felt my
eyes tearing up a bit.  She wiped hers with the back of her hand, mounted
the bike and sped down the driveway.

"Thanks again, Mr. Mike!" she yelled as she rode out of sight.

I stood watching her and wondering what it would have been like to have
kids of my own.  My wife and I never could have children and were so
wrapped up in our respective careers.  We told ourselves it was just as
well, but I secretly doubted if either of us really believed that.

I audibly sighed an "Oh well," sigh and shuffled back into the workshop.  I
put the few tools I had used on Laura's bike away and used the air hose to
sweep out the shop floor.  I turned my attention to a restoration project
on the bench.

I got into it and found myself intently concentrating on polishing some
nickel plated parts on the buffing wheel.  It was tedious work and I had a
number of them to do, but I actually enjoyed the work.  I liked to watch
the parts go from dull and old to shiny and clean.  Few made it back to
looking brand new, and that's a good thing.   They need a bit of patina to
show they've been around for a while.  Just like me.

I was in the zone, both manually and mentally.  The hum of the buffer
blocked out most other sounds and I was intently watching my gloved hands
manipulate the parts against the buffing wheel, occasionally pausing
briefly to apply a dose of buffing compound to the cloth wheel.

My reverie was shattered by a tap on my shoulder.  I nearly jumped out of
my skin!

"Mike!  Mike!" I heard.  I turned to see Susan standing there.  Her bike
was parked just outside the garage door.

"Susan!" I answered.  "You startled me, but it's good to see you.  What can
I do for you?  Is your bike doing OK?"

"Oh, yeah, my bike," she said, suddenly remembering she had ridden her bike
here.  "My bike is fine.  Perfect, in fact."  I looked her over, wondering
what her purpose was in coming here today.  I got up from my stool and used
some hand cleaner and a rag to remove the buffing residue from my hands.  I
used the air nozzle to blow off the bits that the wheel had thrown against
my shirt and shorts.

"Then what can I do for you?" I asked.  She seemed suddenly coy and shy,
reluctant to divulge her purpose.  I let the silence steep for a minute
while I checked her out.  She really was a stunner.  She was a real beauty;
a real young lady.  Her reddish blonde hair and the sprinkling of freckles
were charming.  Finally she spoke, looking more at the floor than at me.

"I really don't have anyone else to ask about these things," she began.  "But,
you know how I didn't have any experience before you and Donny?"

"Yes, go on" I acknowledged.

"I've been hearing and reading about some things I just don't know about,"
she said.  "I wondered if you could help me understand them."

"I can try," I offered.  "Where did you hear about these things?"

"I've heard from other girls and I've done some searching of the internet,"
she said.  "I've watched a few videos, but my Mom has a lot of content
blocked on our home computer."

"Just what is it that has stirred up your curiosity?" I asked.

"Anal sex," she blurted out.  I was caught off guard by that one!  In my
mind's eye, all I could see were those two white globes and the brown
pucker tucked in between them.

"Quite a subject to be contemplating," I conceded.  I had my own opinions
on the subject and wondered how to begin discussing them.  I figured the
best way would be to jump right in.

"Have you tried anything?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" she responded.

"Have you put anything up there," I answered.  "Have you inserted anything
in your rear end."

"Oh, now I get it," she answered.  "I've felt up there when in the bath and
I once put the handle of my hairbrush in just a little."

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"Um, it felt different," she said.  "I didn't do it for long, like when I
rub my pussy.  I just tried it to see what it was like.  Does it hurt to
have the real thing up there?"

"I suppose it does, at first," I replied.  "At least that's what I have
read.  I have my own particular views on anal sex."

"I'd like to hear them, if you don't mind," she said.  I motioned for her
to sit down on the stool next to me.

"First, let me say that I have always considered the anus as an exit,
rather than an entrance," I stated.  "That doesn't mean that I haven't
indulged in anal sex; just that it is not a primary focus of mine.  When
presented an alternative, I'll go for pussy every time!"

"Have you ever had it done to you?" she asked.

"No," I replied.  "Well, a few clumsy attempts, perhaps, when I was young,
but I never got the hang of it.  It was too painful and foreign to me."

"From what I've heard and read, some people really enjoy it," she said.  I
couldn't believe I was having this conversation with a fourteen year old
girl.  Excuse me; fourteen and a half.

"It sounds to me that you are intent on trying it," I said.  "Am I right?"

"I suppose I am!" she admitted.  "Once I get curious about something, I
usually follow through."

"Then let me suggest something to you," I said.  "I don't feel I am the
right one to experiment with in this matter.  For one thing, I am not that
experienced.  Secondly, I'm afraid my adult equipment may be too large for
your first time."

"What can I do then?" she asked.

"I have a young friend who is experienced in this and would be a much
better fit in this situation," I said.  "Would you be willing to let me set
something up for you?"

"Oh, that would be great!" she agreed.  "I just want to make sure it's
something that doesn't get around, you know?"

"I can make sure it a very private and discrete affair," I guaranteed.  "Give
me a couple days to set it up.  In the meantime, can I make a suggestion?"

"Sure," she responded, with a sense of anticipation in her voice.  "What
would you like me to do?"

"Just doo some exploring down there," I suggested.  "Try inserting a couple
of fingers; just don't make yourself too uncomfortable.  You might try a
couple other objects, if you are up for it."

"OK," she said, intently listening to me.

"Do you have a small dildo?" I asked.

"A what?" she asked, startled at the term.

"A small artificial penis or vibrator," I answered.  I could tell from her
response that she had no idea of what I what saying.  "Wait right here."  I
went into the house and dug around in the closet until I found an old
shoebox of sex toys we used when we were first married.  There were not
many, since we did not really get into that much.  There was, as I
remembered, a small resilient dick and balls, just about the right size for
a beginner like Susan.  It was probably not much bigger that 4 ½ to 5
inches long and was not very big around.  I grabbed it and a tube of Astro
Glide and went back to Susan in the garage.  My own dick had plumped of
during the conversation and during the handling of the sex toys, so it now
swayed back and forth in my lose shorts as I made my wat back to the garage.
I put them in a small brown paper bag as I went through the kitchen and
then out into the garage.

Susan was waiting patiently.  I followed her eyes as they first went to the
paper bag and then to the tent in the front of my shorts.  I opened the
bag, showed her the items inside, and briefly explained what to do with
them.  That did nothing to make my hard on go down.

"OK. I'll try it," she said.  "And I would appreciate it if you could set
up the other thing for me."

"I will," I said.  It looked like she wasn't done asking questions.

One other thing," she said.  "What does `doggy style' mean?"  That was it
for my boner.  It went from hard to super hard in a millisecond.

"You've seen dog's doing it, right?" I asked.  "It's entering the vagina
from the rear instead of the front."  I could see the wheels turning as she
ran the logistics of that through her head.

"Could you show me how?" she asked.  Without hesitation, I jumped off the
stool and hit the button to close the garage door.  I also killed the
lights.  Just the light from the window illuminated the garage.

"Would you be OK with doing it here?" I asked.

"Sure," she said.  I went over to her and lifted her shirt up and off, over
her head.  She had her shorts unbuttoned and unzipped by the time I got to
them, so my job was to just pull them and her thong down and off..  She
stood before me in all her naked glory.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, "What is this?"  I ran my hand over her pubic mound,
noticing that it was completely bare.  She giggled.

"I know how you seem to like the younger look, so I shave it all off," she
said.  She was right on that one!

"You look marvelous!" I said and I ran my fingers over and around her
entire crotch.  With my other hand, I massaged her beautiful little tits.  She
interrupted me long enough to pull my shorts down and off and to pull my
shirt over my head.  Our clothes in a heap on the floor, I led her to the
workbench.

I put a pillow I use for kneeling pad on the bench.  I put my hand in the
small of her back and indicated to her that she rest her upper body on the
bench.  I adjusted her so her arms were folded and her head was resting on
them.  That put her body in almost a ninety degree position as I stepped
behind her.

"Is that good?" she asked.

"Perfect!" I responded as I saw her pussy peeking out at me from under her
ass cheeks.  It looked like a little clam, nestled between two boulders.  I
couldn't help but run my hand through the cleft and dip a finger into the
clam.  It came out moist, but I wanted to make sure it was comfortable for
her.  I picked up the brown bag and put some lube on my finger.  I pushed
down on her back, opening up her legs at the same time, and used my finger
to lubricate the opening of her gash.  I followed my dick to its target and
nestled it in the warm fold of her vagina.  It opened like a flower and let
me in.  Man, she was tight!

I pulled back and spread some lube of my rigid member.  This time, I made
steady progress into her pussy.  Slowly I inched forward until I was buried
to the hilt.  I tried to position myself to take full advantage of this
position.   I wanted the underside of my hard prick to contact Susan's
clitoris as much as possible.  At the same time, I found it hard to
concentrate on anything other than thrusting in and out of the tight, warm
hole I found myself in.  It was gripping me like a sheath; like a hand in a
glove.  So much so, that I could feel the ridges and bumps inside her
vaginal canal.  It was driving me crazy!

Apparently, it was doing a number on her, too.  Before long, she moaned and
stiffened, then shuddered and quaked.  She undoubtedly had an orgasm.  Mine
wasn't to be far behind, but she let me drop from inside her and turned
aound.

"I want to see you squirt," she announced.  She put the kneeling pad in
front of me and went down on her knees, opening her mouth and swallowing me
down in the process.  How the heck was I going to hold beck?  There was no
way I could.  Instinct was in motion.

"I'm cumming!" I announced.  Susan pulled back and left her mouth open.  We
both watched as she manipulated my hard slimy dick to orgasm.  I let loose
and shot on her face and into her mouth.  After the shooting there were a
couple of dribbles that she let land on her tongue.  After she milked it
down to get the last drops, she swallowed, stood up, and hugged her to her
chest.  I was in a post orgasmic fugue state, and her hug helped me to stay
upright.  As I came out of the fog, I was happy to be in the embrace of a
lovely girl.

"That was frickin' amazing, Mike!" she said.  "Thanks for showing me."

I could say nothing.  I just nodded my head and tried to let my breathing
return to normal.