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Allie and the Old Man Chapter 2
Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: Fetish, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
When Allie's dad tried to drag her back down the beach the next day, she wouldn't budge. The thought of going back made her skin crawl. She told him she didn't feel well, and when he pressed, she just said it was "girl stuff." That always did the trick. With her dad, Uncle Neil and her stupid b*****rs away, she finally had the cabin to herself. After a quick shower in the gross outdoor stall, she changed into her bikini--the super skimpy yellow one she wouldn't dare wear to the beach--and settled with her book onto the big lounge chair on the porch. Solitude at last! The cabin was perched high on a hill an hour's walk from the shore, so the view from the wraparound porch extended for miles. As much as Allie hated the cabin and the entire stupid state of Maine, right then it felt perfect. The warm summer sun felt good on her skin, and the sound of the distant waves nearly lulled her to sl**p. For a few minutes, she closed her eyes and almost forgot about everything that happened the day before. Almost. It was impossible to forget that sort of thing for long. She'd tossed and turned all night thinking about it. It was still so hard to even admit it to herself: she'd jerked off and blown an disgusting old man in a dirty beach shower. And she'd cum, too, while she let him put his filthy pervert hands all over her! What kind of girl does things like that?! A slut, obviously, but not even a run-of-the-mill slut; she was a super gross pathetic slut! Girls like her belonged ... in some sort of institution. "Well, I didn't expect to see your pretty little ass again." Allie shot up in the lounge chair. She knew the voice before she opened her eyes. It was the old man from the shower, standing right there on Uncle Neil's porch. "You!" she shouted. "What the hell are you doing here?! Did you follow me?" She desperately wanted to cover her overexposed flesh, but without a towel in sight, she had to make do crossing her arms across her chest. The old man laughed. "Relax," he said. "I'm as surprised as you are. Neil never told me he had such a sexy little tart coming to visit." "You know Uncle Neil?" she asked, terrified at the thought of it. "Of course," he said. "We're neighbors. I own the cabin next door." The other cabin was two hundred yards over, mostly hidden in the trees, but undeniably there. "Neil's not home," she said, curtly. "And I think you should leave." He smirked. "Should I?" He stepped closer. "But you're all dressed up in that slutty little number for me. Don't you want the company?" "I don't want anything to do with you," she snapped. "Leave me alone!" Undeterred, he took a seat at the foot of her chair, forcing her to pull her feet up to keep from touching him. "What's your name, anyway, sweetheart? I'm Paul." "Allie," she said. "Not that it's any of your business." "Allie," he said, "I'm 73 ...