Confessions of a BoyToy Continues: Elizabeth Johnson

"Hello, is this Howdy?" the soft feminine voice on the phone asked. "Well, I guess that depends on who is asking," I replied in a slightly flirtatious tone. Veronica, my wife of over thirty years had only been gone a few days. The annual month long ski tour from Heavenly to several Colorado stops to Jackson Hole was under way without me this year. A nagging running injury had made me reconsider joining my wife and her two female cousins this time around. The only down side I could see by not joining them was not getting to watch her cousins run around the house near naked for a month. My wife's cousins loved running around resort condos half naked, teasing me relentlessly because they knew I couldn't, and wouldn't, do anything with Veronica close by. But truth be told, honestly, I was tired of all the prick teasing by her cousins. Yeah, each night after all the flirting and 'innocent' flashing had left everyone, specifically me, frustrated, Veronica and I usually wound up having really great sex. That was well and good, but what I really wanted, was to get into her two cousins' panties in the worst way! I wanted those nasty cunts to team up on me and get down and dirty. Hell, for all I cared, Veronica could join in. Admittedly, the last couple of years, my eyes, and occasionally my hands, had wandered outsides the vows and bounds of marital acceptability according to my wife. There had been a few opportunities where I could have relented and enjoyed all the pleasures a new woman had to offer, but up to today, I had resisted. My overtly flirtitious ways had certainly given her reasons to question my fidelity. So, I thought to myself, who the heck is this on the phone? Was it one of her friends maybe, one who's voice I wouldn't readily recognize, tempting me so she could report back to Veronica that I had fallen into temptation in her absence? "Well? Are you Howdy or not?" the seductive voice asked more sternly, shattering my train of thought. "Hmm ..." I started, then paused. Then, out of the blue, it dawned on me, few if any of Veronica's friends knew of the nickname I used in my younger days. Maybe this was legit after all. "Yes!" I answered, "This is Howdy. And whom might this be?" "Well, Howdy. You don't really know me. My name is Elizabeth Johnson," she said. Then, after a long silence, she added, "Not sounding familiar? You know, I am Abigail Johnson's daughter. Barbara Johnson was my Aunt. I think you used to affectionately refer to them as Abby and Barb respectively. Starting to ring a bell Howdy? Hmm?" she said as her voice trailed off a bit. The first thing to race silently through my mind was to question if this Elizabeth Johnson girl might be my daughter, and now after all these years, was showing up for some nefarious reason. "Of course I remember your mom and Barb. They were dear friends who I shared a lot of fond memories with. But that was many years ago." "Don't worry Howdy. You aren't my daddy in case that question is bouncing through your head," she said with a giggle. It was almost as if she had read my mind. "You were long gone by the time I came back from finishing school in Europe. After daddy and Uncle Micheal died in the plane crash, I moved back home with mom and started watching after her and Aunt Barb. If you recall in fact, Barb and Michael never had children. Barb left everything to me, except all those exotic cars she left you. I guess if you had shown up for the execution of the will, you would have met me then," she finished. "Anyway, I have some personal affects of Barb's you might be interested in. You know, some love letters Barb wrote to you, but never sent. I found them under a false bottom to a jewelry box in her closet safe. Seems to me you were more to her than just a good fuck, Mister. Mmm, please pardon the French! Secretly, she was madly in love with you." I sat in silence as I listened to her. "Would you like to see them, read them, or come get them? Or would you prefer I just toss them into the trash where anyone might come across them?" she asked in a mildly threatening voice. "Uhhh, sure, let's meet!" I replied, "when is good for you?" "Well, how is this afternoon looking for you, Howdy?" Elizabeth asked. "Um, today is good. Two?" "Do you remember how to get here? I live in Barb's old place across the street from where I grew up. Oh and Howdy, one last thing, it seems Barb kept some, mmm, old pictures of you in, rather compromising positions. Hmm, lots of pictures! I can't wait to meet you," she said with a devious snicker. Dammit! My mind raced frantically at what this girl claimed to have found. Funny thing, I didn't remember any naked pictures of me, but hell, that was a long time ago. Elizabeth didn't offer, nor wait for a goodbye, she just hung up, leaving my imagination to fill in the blanks. "Great!" I thought. "That's just what I need floating around." As I showered, my imagination took over. I wondered what this young woman looked like. Was she as hot and good looking as her mom and Aunt Barb? The thought that she could be caused my cock to stir under the torrents of hot soapy water. A few good tugs and it was hard, pointing upwards, ready for duty. I closed my eyes and fondly remembered some of the great times I had fucking her mom and aunt. The mersin escort mental condition I was in was not healthy for my marriage, but somehow, that didn't really matter at the moment. I stared at my long and thick cock as I slowly stroked it's length. For a few fleeting moments, I considered jacking off, but I stopped. It was worth the wait to see if this chance afternoon meeting with Elizabeth could evolve into something, let's say, more fulfilling. I finished my shower and changed clothes. Slipping behind the seat of one of the Porsches Barb had left me brought back a flood of great memories and emotions. I dropped the top on the factory slant nose cabriolet and headed towards Barb's. The immediate surge of the engine purred as I accelerated through the gears. I remembered how Barb used to get very aroused as the vibration from the drive train worked its way to the frame of her seat. When we went for joy rides in this car, it was never long before she had her hand between her legs and head tossed backwards as the wind and ride took her to another place. Inevitably we would wind up finding a secluded place along our ride and enjoy a fucking in the great outdoors. Sometimes she would simply lay her head in my lap and rub her face on my throbbing cock until I made her suck me off. I turned the wheel on the Guards Red babe magnet and goosed it up the drive, stopping directly in front of the large front doors and just feet from the back of her Magnolia colored Bentley Azure. I revved the engine a couple of times just to listen to her purr. The sexy tone of Elizabeth's voice had kept a healthy supply of blood pumping to my semi-erect cock during my drive over. A quick glance in the rear view mirror at my salt and pepper hair, mustache and goatee served to remind me I was no longer a spring chicken. Thanks to great genetics and a disciplined workout regimen though, my body more resembled a man half my age. I brushed my fingers briskly through my hair before hopping out. Spring chicken or not, I was very anxious to lay eyes on Elizabeth. If she was half as good looking as her mom or aunt, I hoped to lay more than eyes on her. With a fresh bouquet of flowers I had bought for the occasion, I bounced up the steps, eager to see what this Elizabeth gal looked like. I couldn't help wonder if she was a knockout like her mom and aunt were. The same old chimes of the doorbell echoed through spacious entry way. The door was ajar and I leaned my head in, rapping loudly on a leaded glass panel with the backs of my knuckles, announcing my arrival. Elizabeth came around the corner, barefoot. Sure enough, she was just as beautiful as her mom and aunt. I made a quick survey of her ring finger, looking for signs of attachment. None I hastily surmised, at least no visible signs anyway. A beautiful smiling Elizabeth greeted me like a long lost friend. With a peck to each cheek, a warm lingering embrace, a long thoughtful stare into my eyes, she slipped her hand around my arm to escort me into the great room. Elizabeth wore a white semi transparent summer dress. The shearness of the fabric did little to hide her hour glass figure. Oddly enough, she carried a bottle of red nail polish in her hand. We walked into the great room and sat across from each other. We sat for a long minute or two taking inventory of each other, waiting for the other to break the proverbial ice I supposed. She placed the nail polish on the table next to her chair, then looked at me. "After reading so much about you in Barb's letters, well, it seems like I already know you. I can see why mom and Barb were so fond of you." "Forgive my rudeness, Howdy Would you like a drink?" Elizabeth asked softly as she smiled warmly at me. "Whatever you are having is fine with me," I answered, giving her a long penetrating smile. I felt the stir in my pants as our eyes did the communicating. We both knew what was being silently spoken. It was just a matter of time now before it manifested itself into something more tangible. She stood and turned her back to me as she slowly walked across the room. The light from the large plate glass windows showed off the outlines of her legs through the shear summer dress. I studied her curves intently as she made our drinks. As she neared me, it was obvious she wore no underwear. Her large nipples poked proudly against the semi-sheer fabric. Plus, I was certain I noticed a nice dark triangle of pubic hair faintly hidden behind her loose fitting dress. "Do you like my dress, Howdy?" Elizabeth asked, striking a silly pose as her voice took a sultry tone. "I really didn't know what to wear, so I picked this little ole thing." She leaned slightly forward to hand me my drink, giving me a peek preview down her plunging neckline. We tapped glasses together and I leaned back in the chair, spreading my legs to show her my approval of her choice in outfits. The bulge in my pants didn't go unnoticed. Elizabeth sat back down directly across from me, studying me again. Her eyes darted back and forth from my face to my crotch. I took the liberty to 'adjust' myself a time or two when I caught her lingering stare at the bulge. Just showing off a bit I laughed to myself as my hand slid off the arm rest and came to a rest, midshaft. I boldly, mersin escort bayan yet discretely set the trap. She spread her legs slightly and stuffed the excess of her dress between her legs, before casually bringing one foot to the edge of the chair. Elizabeth kept her focus on my eyes. I guess she wanted to see if I would try to catch a peek at her smooth thighs, or more. Then without taking her eyes off of mine, she blindly reached for the nail polish. We made small talk as she opened the polish and studied it's color closely. Elizabeth was as well versed in the art of 'tease' as her aunt had been. The nail polish trick was a new, but welcome treat. I was looking forward to watching her paint those pretty toes of hers. She wiggled her toes a few times. I guess to see if I would take the 'bait' so to speak. I bit hook, line and sinker. My gaze went back and forth from her pretty toes, to her scantily covered crotch. Her subtle gesture told me 'two can play this game'. We engaged in the usual small talk as she painted her toenails. She took her sweet time with each one, making sure it was perfect. Of course she constantly fidgeted about in the chair between brush strokes, giving me better and better views between her silky tan legs. Each subtle but calculated move brought her dress hem higher up her thighs. I had a raging hard on by then and fought to keep it under control. It was all I could do not to fall to my knees between her legs, shove them wide, and ravage her right there. Elizabeth kept me at bay and off guard with meaningless chatter and countless questions. Finally, with her dress near the upper limits of her thighs, and my cock ready to explode, she proudly announced she was finished. Elizabeth looked at me and smiled, then her eyes gravitated towards my hard on. "So Howdy, you find bare feet arousing? Or do you have an affinity towards red polish? Or perhaps you saw something else that interested you?" she taunted in her sexy Southern draw. She bit at her lower lip, then smiled innocently at me and said, "Please be a sweetheart Howdy and blow dry my toenails. Please?" As she extended the blow dryer my direction, I pulled the ottoman between us and moved to sit closer. Our knees were barely touching. I sat straddling her legs, with my erection pressing it's head her direction. Slowly, she lifted one foot, then the other, placing them on my thighs. She slowly pushed the loose fitting fabric between her legs in a vain attempt at modesty. I was now squarely between her legs. In the process of lifting her feet, I got the answer to my unasked question regarding panties or no panties. There, proudly swollen and glistening lips, partially covered in a blanket of matted pubic hair, greeted my stare. As I took notice, Elizabeth pretended to be embarrassed, but she didn't seem in too big of a hurry to cover herself. I set the hair dryer for warm and began to blow one set of toes then the other. One foot, then the other, rested precariously near my crotch as I took my own sweet time drying her toenails. Now, I'm not one that has a foot fetish, but her feet were off the charts pretty and very sexy. She seemed very happy at seeing the response her feet were having on me. Time and again, I thought she was going to let her feet run the length of my cock. Each time she neared my throbbing cock, she teasingly pulled away. She took advantage of this captured time to play '50 questions' with me, asking about all sorts of things, sexual and non-sexual. Convinced her nails were finally dry, I set the blow dryer on the end table and slipped seamlessly into giving her a foot massage. Strong, firm-yet -tender, sensuous strokes up the bottoms of her feet made her squirm uneasily in her chair. She bit her lip in vain to keep from moaning and finally, she gave in to her emotions and let herself fully enjoy the massage. Her body was betraying her as she slid helplessly towards the edge of her chair. Out of nowhere, I licked the bottom of one foot, from heel to toes. She moaned her approval loudly. Then I spread her toes and slipped my long slithering tongue between each set of toes. I tongued between her toes like it was the folds of her juicy cunt. Elizabeth nearly came unglued as she squirmed out of control. With my eyes fixed on hers, I began to suck one toe, then the other. Her body was on fire. Truth be told, I was very aroused by this too. She closed her eyes as she leaned her head backwards against the plush cushion of the chair. Her breathing was labored and she constantly nibbled at her lower lip as her body moved spontaneously to my touch. Elizabeth pushed the fabric of her dress between her legs and held it firmly in place with both hands as her body began to writhe. My massage moved from her feet to her ankles, then to her calves. When my hands squeezed at each calf, her voice cracked as she began talking naughty. Her hips responded voluntarily. Her legs swayed back and forth as my hands worked her tight strong calves. Her mind and body had long abandoned any attempts of resistance. The aroma of her perfume mixed with her musky scent as my hands moved further up one thigh, then the other. Elizabeth did her best to disguise the movement of her hands and fingers as her fingers pressed hard through escort mersin the fabric gathered between her legs. Her hips moved in sync to my long firm caresses up her thighs. My thumbs pressed firmly along her inner thighs, spreading them slightly with each slow long stroke upward. Each stroke elicited a groan or moan to accompany the spastic jerks from her hips as my touches drew near where her panties should have been. Her hips moved up and down, meeting the firm probes of her own fingers as they delved deeper. By now, Elizabeth's hemline barely covered her fur covered love nest. Elizabeth peered helplessly at me through half closed eyes. They flickered as my hands pushed her legs wider with each firm deliberate stroke up her thighs. Her moans had become louder and more gutturally profane. With eyes flickering, she rolled her head from side to side as she whimpered profanity each time my fingertips neared her swollen lips. Time and again, when my fingers neared her pussy lips, they bumped into her own fingers as she massaged her hungry womanhood through the flimsy material. I sensed Elizabeth was so hot she could come at any moment. Then, unexpectedly, she abruptly sat up, shook her head and reached around my neck, pulling my lips into her open mouth. My cock strained against my pants, begging to be released. My hand slid up the front of her dress and cupped one tit. I held and squeezed it tightly as she moaned in my mouth. Then I pushed my thumb tip across its hard nipple several times, pinching it between my thumb and fingers. Her body danced as my hands roamed across her body. We broke our lip lock on each other and sat there, breathing hard and wide legged, staring at each other. She reached between my legs and ran the backs of her fingers slowly up and down the length of my extended shaft. Dammit, that felt good. It wouldn't take too much of that to mess up one very nice pair of pants I thought. "Another drink?" I mustered as we sat looking at each other. We laughed. "Of course. Then the tour of the house?" Elizabeth cooed with a seductive smile. I suggested finishing our drinks before starting the tour. She played it coyly and slumped back in her chair. Her legs were shoulder width and she rocked one leg back and forth as she again subtly played with the hem of her dress. Then she carelessly drew her feet to the edge of the seat, with her knees almost pressed into her breasts. I could not resist the temptation to peer at the invitation before me. There in full view, was her swollen lips, soaked in excitement, begging to be noticed. "What are you looking at, Howdy?" Elizabeth asked in a sexy whisper, already knowing the answer. Elizabeth licked at her lips and let me get a long unobstructed peek at those silky inner thighs before she pretended to have a shy streak and teasingly pushed the loose fitting fabric to cover herself. Her hand lingered between her legs as she held the fabric in place. She gently cupped her fingers under her, as if searching for something unseen. My cock was throbbing and was poking hard against my pants. "Are you going to be ok, Howdy? Will you be able to take the tour of my home? she asked as her eyes focused on my hard on . "Your turn to fix the drinks, Howdy," Elizabeth announced with a wink. She extended her glass towards me without leaning forward. I was going to be forced to stand in front of her with this raging hard on pointed at her beautiful face. Her eyes were glued to my crotch from the time I stood up until I slipped past her chair, out of sight. I took the opportunity to readjust my hard member, giving it some room to breath so to speak. I mixed us drinks, then walked up behind her and leaned over the back of her chair to hand her the drink. The view down her low cut top was a site for sore eyes. I wanted those nipples in my hands and mouth for sure. Elizabeth looked up and over her shoulder as she caught my stare focused on her beautiful tits. "Like what you see pervy old man?" I leaned down over the back of the chair and brushed the long blond hair from the side of her face. She blushed as I ran the backs of my fingers from below her earlobes to the edge of her shoulders. My hand movement pushed the top of her dress off of her shoulder, exposing the top of one breast. Only her large hard nipple kept the blouse from falling off her heaving tit. Elizabeth closed her eyes in anticipation as her breathing quickened. I ran my fingers around the front of her throat, giving her a lingering firm squeeze before releasing my grip. Then I ran my fingertips into her cleavage before slowly retreating. She hungrily waited for more. When she opened her eyes, I was seated across from her, staring at her as I smiled. "Asshole!" she said under her breath as she pulled her dress back over her shoulder. Elizabeth gave me a small smile and once again invited me to join her on the tour. This time I didn't hesitate and quickly stood to offer her my hand. She looked at my hand and ignored my offer to help her from her perch. This was going to be fun. We started down the cavernous hallway towards Barb's old master suite. Not much had changed. Everything was still opulent and over the top, almost museumish really. Elizabeth's decorator tastes were quiet outstanding.. And of course, I complimented her on her style. "You said Barb had left some things? Letters and some old pictures? Hmm, what kind of pictures, Elizabeth?" "Howdy," Elizabeth stopped short of the double doors that led to her bedroom, then turned to face me.