Date: Fri, 5 Feb 2016 05:37:35 -0500
From: user459@mail.com
Subject: Meg's Bike 35

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I don't know what made me stop there, but I withdrew my hand from her
pants.  I ran my finger under my nose to sneak a sniff of her pussy
juices.  Heavenly!

"I don't think this is a good time, Kathy," I said.  "Your Dad is probably
expecting you home and I want to make sure your bike is completed."

"I guess you're right," she replied, "I just got sort of carried away.
I've wanted this for so long."

"Believe me, it's not that I don't want it, too," I said, "It's that we
have to handle the situation with some finesse."  I really don't know where
that came from; probably from that good angel on my shoulder.  The other
one was telling me to throw her down and fuck her right now!  It's not
often that I listen to the good one.

We set about doing the final installations, adjustments and tightening up
of the bike until it was a serviceable and complete vehicle.  Kathy test
road it and we tweaked it as far as we could go.  The tires were inflated
to the proper pressure, the chain lubed and brakes adjusted.

"I should call my Dad and tell him we're done," Kathy said.  I nodded my
head and her phone appeared from nowhere to make the call.  "He said he'd
be right over to pay you."  She walked up close to me, snuggled up against
me, and laid her hand on the front of my shorts where Mr. Happy had made a
little tent with his engorged self.  Of course, he went hard as a rock in a
millisecond when he felt her warm hand rubbing on him.  Without asking, she
slid her hand beneath the elastic of my shorts and wrapped her hand around
my shaft.

"Can I just see it once before my Dad gets here?" she asked.  My resolve
evaporated in an instant.  I don't know where it came from anyway!

"Sure, but don't take long," I replied, "I don't want your father to walk
in and catch you with my dick in your hands!"  She grinned, giggled, and
pulled the front of my shorts down.

"It's so pretty!" she remarked.  "And it's so big!  All I have ever seen up
close was little boys when I gave them a bath."  She leaned in for a closer
look, all the while sliding her hand up and down my shaft.  While she was
so preoccupied, I snuck my hand up to my face and took another whiff of the
finger that had slipped into her pussy before.  There was still the faint
essence of young cunt on it and I immediately went even harder.

"You're either going to have to stop or get ready for an explosion!" I
said.  She had brought me to that point where it wasn't really a question
of when; it was where.  I put my hand over hers and guided her into a
faster rhythm.  Then it hit me.

"Are you going to cum? She asked.

"Mmmm," was all I could say as I removed my hand, jutted my hips out, and
she began pumping my load out on the floor.  After three good squirts, it
slowed to a few burbles that covered her hand.

"Wow!" she said.  "That was so cool!"  She looked at the streaks of cum on
the floor and then at the mess on her hand.  She rubbed her fingers
together and felt the sliminess of it.  I watched as she brought her hand
up and licked some off with her tongue.  She seemed to like it – she didn't
make a bad face or puke or anything.  I reached for the paper towel rack
and tore one off for her, but by the time I handed it to her, the majority
of it was already cleaned off by her tongue!  She wiped the remainder off
her hand and then squatted down to clean up the mess on the floor.

"Thanks," I muttered.

"No, thank you!" she said.  "I've never seen a man cum before and I was
wondering how it tasted.  I liked it!  Can we do that again some time?"

"Sure," I said, "When we're not pressed for time.  I'm sure your bike is
going to need some final adjustments after you've ridden it for a few
days.  Just stop by when you have some time, and I'll take care of you."  I
heard a car pull into the driveway, so I opened the overhead door.  Randy
was just getting out of the car and he came in to pay me for assembling
Kathy's bike.  I explained that she would have to come back after she had
ridden the bike for a bit and he agreed to that.

"Why don't you head home on your new bike and leave me and Mike to iron out
the details?" Randy said to Kathy.  It really wasn't a question and no one
took it as such.  Kathy just mounted the bike and rode off down the
driveway and down the street.  We both stood there watching as her graceful
form powered the new bike on its way.

"She's a natural bike rider," I said, noting her fluid form and motion.
Randy was silent for a while and then started speaking in a choked up, half
suppressed style.

"She used to ride her Mom's bike, but I had to put it away and get one for
her," he explained.  "Her Mom died three years ago and it brought back too
many memories.  She used to ride that bike and they look so much alike,
especially now that she's growing up."  Tears were now evident on Randy's
cheeks and he was not in a hurry to brush them away.

"I didn't know," I said.  "Are you OK?"  He nodded his head and cleared the
tears from his eyes with the clean paper towel I offered.

"I'm OK, he replied, "As long as you`re OK with a grown man standing in
your garage crying!"

"I have to admit," I said, "That's a first!"  We both laughed.

"I've finally come to the point that I can express emotions again," he
explained, "and not be self-conscious about it.  There was a time when I
bottled it all up inside and it nearly drove me crazy."

"I understand, believe me!" I sympathized, "I went through the same thing
when my wife passed."  I laid a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.  He
looked at me appreciatively.

"I had no idea," he said apologetically.  In that unspoken moment, we
turned and wrapped our arms around each other.  It was a bold move but it
was a warm and satisfying man-hug.  I patted his back to soothe him and
felt the musculature beneath his thin shirt.  I felt his hand likewise
caressing my back.  Stunned by the closeness, he tried to let go like two
like poles of magnets repelling each other.  I held on just a minute
longer, until I felt him relax and let that moment pass.  We were
comfortable in each other's arms.  He seemed to nuzzle in even closer when
that awkward moment had passed.

"Well, that's not entirely true," he admitted.  "I had no idea that your
wife had died too, but I knew that you were a compassionate and sympathetic
man.  At least, that's the sense I got from the kids."

"What kids?" I asked.

"When Meg comes over to visit Kathy, it's always `Mike this, and Mike
that.'  She talks of you so fondly.  You have been a big influence on her
young life."

"She's a special young lady," I said.

"And I know she's been talking to Kathy about you, too," he added.  "I've
overheard some of their conversations and, at first, I was kind of
shocked."  He still hadn't let go of me and held firm.

"You mean...?" I stammered.

"Yes," he said.  "I've heard about how you helped Meg out with her bike and
also with her questions about sex."

"Oh, my God!" I exclaimed.  I felt my body stiffen and wanted to run away.
He held me in place.

"It's OK, Mike!" he practically shouted.  "I'm not upset and I'm not going
to tell anyone!"  When that registered in my brain, my body relaxed and I
slumped onto his shoulder.

"Whew!  That's my biggest fear!" I admitted.

"Actually, it was the answer to one of my biggest problems," he said.
"Kathy is just getting to the point where she is curious about what is
going on in her developing body, and I am not the one to help her with
that.  My wife would have been the one to explain that to her, bet she's no
longer here to do that.  I was hoping you could help me out with that."  He
could not help but notice the stunned look on my face.  I was relieved, but
stunned.

"How can I help?" I asked.

"Just be as kind and understanding and forthright as you have been with
Meg," he said.  "There's obviously something in your approach and manner
that kids find easy to deal with and open up to.  I'm not asking you to
seduce my daughter; all I'm asking is that you help her along the way, like
you did with Meg.  I would feel much more comfortable knowing that she is
in good hands than letting her find out like I did, in the streets."

"Thanks for your vote of confidence!" I said.  "I do love these kids.  Not
having any of my own, I enjoy being with them.  I'm still a big kid
anyway!"

"I can feel that!" he remarked as he ground his bulging crotch into mine.
"I haven't had any human contact in over three years, just me and Rosy
Palm.  Do you think you could help me out, too?"

I didn't say a word, but reached to hit the button to close the overhead
door.  Then I slid down his body to my knees.  I undid the belt buckle and
button on his jeans and pulled the tab on his zipper to reveal his white
briefs.  I slid the jeans over his hips and down to his feet.  I was
staring at the fullness of the front of his briefs.  They followed the same
route to the floor and his dick sprang free of its confinement.  I'm not
one to exaggerate when it comes to size.  His was a respectable average
cock; just over six inches rock hard, with no sign of a foreskin.  It stood
proudly erect, to where I had to pull it down to get it to line up with my
mouth.  I did not linger on the preliminaries; I knew this guy had to get
off.  I opened wide and took him in as far as I could.  I closed my mouth
around his shaft and felt the heat of it.  I backed off and ran my tongue
around the head, mush to his delight.  I pursed my lips, covered my teeth,
and began the first of many trips up and down his rampant cock.

"Oh, that's so good!" he said.  I could tell he was pleased.  He rocked
back and forth, not thrusting, but just keeping up with my movements.  It
wasn't long before my efforts got him into some more urgent thrusting.  I
pulled back to the head and swirled my tongue over it like a twisty cone.
Coupled with my massaging of his hairy balls, he was ready to blow.  I took
him to the root and felt his cock twitch.  He held onto my head with both
hands and let `er rip.  He let loose a pent up load that had been waiting
for a place to go.  I started swallowing immediately, and kept swallowing
until nothing but dribbles and drops were coming out.  He slowly pulled out
of my mouth as he softened.

"Whew!  I never thought it could be so good!" he said.  He backed up and
sat on a shop stool, still with his pants around his ankles.   "And you're
just as good with girls?"

"Never had any complaints," I stated matter–of-factly.

"I'll have Kathy come by when you're free," he promised.