Booth Babe Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Booth Babe Pt. 01

... the conditions I wanted for that to happen wasn't there. For him it was probably because it was just joking, John had a reputation for being a player with women.

After he had retired, the number of times we traveled together had slowed down. It was now only a couple times a year for group golf trips with other current or retired firefighters from our department. This had reduced the number of times this joking and needling each other occurred.

I really had to pee, so I climbed out of bed and headed into the bathroom. I could hear the shower running so I knew John was still in it. I opened the door and moved straight to the toilet pulling my dick out of my shorts to start peeing.

"Wow... trying to get in here so you could help me rub one out? I would have let you do that in the main room if you asked. Or did you just want to get a good look at my cock?" He laughed.

The shower door was lightly frosted and there was a lot of steam so you couldn't clearly see through it, but I could make out his body and his dick. At fifty-three years of age John still looked good. He was six two and had a flat stomach that even had a little definition to it. His shoulders were broad, and his thighs were meaty. His flaccid dick looked like it was a little above average or what I thought was average.

In comparison I stood five eight on a good day. I was thin but did have a little bit of a bubble butt and it was my calves that looked good on my legs. My wife had always been jealous ...

... of my legs and that I someone how always stayed slim.

I finished peeing and stepped back out of the bathroom to wait for him to finish. It was less than ten minutes later when he came out with the towel around his waist. I fought looking at his body but did take a peek at his chest that was lightly covered with some salt and pepper chest hair. He gave me a funny smile and I headed into the shower.

As I lathered my body, I appreciated my lack of natural body hair on my chest and stomach. I also had very sparse blonde hair on my arms. Under my arms was hair free because I shaved them along with my legs. I told people I shaved because I swam for exercise but that was only part of the reason. I showered quickly, dried off, and after brushing my teeth and putting on some deodorant, stepped out of the bathroom.

John was dressed, wearing khaki shorts and a t-shirt, sitting on the bed trying to find ESPN on the TV, I walked by him to get my clothes out of my suit case. I picked out similar clothes and threw them on the bed. I had my back to him as I removed the towel and bent over some to step into my boxer briefs.

"Andrew, I swear you have a nicer ass and better legs than my last two ex-wives. You would look way better bent over that bed than they ever did." He laughed. "Still swimming? Your legs are smoother than theirs ever were."

"Yes... and stop looking at my butt fag." I responded.

John's statement about looking better than his exes was a real compliment. They ...