FUN WITH WHIP CREAM

FUN WITH WHIP CREAM

It was warm as it often is in late September along with the Florida Gulf Coat, but not hot. And at 2 p.m., just like clockwork, she was going about her ritual. It did not seem to matter whether it was hot, warm, or threatening rain, she always did the same thing. And Colin, as usual, was watching her closely.

Here was this old woman (Colin figured she was 70 if a day), putting down her magazine or book (today it was a paperback) on the table next to her beach chair by the pool. Then she would stand up, look briefly out to the Gulf of Mexico not 100 yards from the pool, then walk back to her room and prepare a vanilla sundae. It would be piled high with whipped cream and invariably, a long-stemmed cherry would top the mountain.

Although the woman seemed very deliberate in everything she did, she dug into the sundae with a gusto that was, frankly, a little startling to Colin. This was the third day of his 7-day vacation at his beachfront time-share condominium and he was wondering if there was going to be another show this time. Colin pretended to be reading a book in his beach chair across the pool from her but in reality, he was hiding his real stares behind dark sunglasses. His real stares were rigidly fixed on this old woman in the dark blue bathing suit with the skirted bottom.

More than usual, Colin was glad to get away from the office this year.

He always looked forward to his week at the beach but this year it was different. Usually, he brought one of the young honey's in his office along with him. Now, however, he was 40 years old and the gum-cracking, "duh"-speaking women he worked with held little long-term appeal, even if the long term was just a week. It is true, he liked the way their short skirts flicked at their thighs as they pranced around the office, and he took hearty pleasure when they opened their legs to him. Unfortunately, they would often open their mouths to speak and, well . . . he could not deal with it anymore.

So, this year, Colin was alone at his beach condominium and that was fine. He wanted to catch up on his reading and the weather was perfect. Highs in the mid-80s and the water were still warm -- almost 80 degrees -- from the long sizzling summer.

But despite himself, he found himself curious and even attracted to the old woman in the recliner across the way. He hated himself for it because she was older than his own mother and she was not particularly attractive. Okay, she was a dog. But she had attractive qualities and a way about her that fascinated him.

For one thing, she seemed to carry herself in a youngish manner. Her walk was a little slow but each day she applied makeup and red lipstick, combed her hair, and painted her finger and toenails. That was one of the attractive qualities about her. The woman (he did not know her name, so he just started referring to her to himself as "grandma) had lovely feet. They were small and well-formed, and the red nail polish set them off nicely. Her fingers were long and delicate and the nails, again, were nicely manicured and painted. Colin guessed she was a woman of means but could not tell for sure.

Certainly, there did not seem to be anyone else with her although she wore a wedding ring.

The rest of the woman was physically less attractive, at least in the conventional way. Colin found himself wondering about the old woman and who, if anyone, was pressing himself between those soft, saggy thighs. He tried to imagine someone on top of her and ramming himself into her old tight hole. Could old women still take men?

Each day she wore the same blue bathing suit. It was one piece, of course, and two straps held it in place against her comfortable if not abundant breasts. The little half skirt around the waist was designed, Colin imagined, to take attention away from a thickening waist.

"Grandma" had a round, full belly and it was easy to see her navel pushing through the fabric. Her shoulders were big, but her skin seemed incredibly soft and incredibly young.

Just yesterday, Colin's curiosity got the better of him (he was still kicking himself for the incident), but he just had to know. He walked past the woman and dropped his book by her beach chair, hoping it would look like an accident. While bending over, he "accidentally" touched her back with his hand, then made a quick apology. The old woman just looked up at him like she would have viewed a fly who had set upon her arm, then flown off. She said nothing.

Colin, to his amazement, was dazzled. What was going on here? Her skin was soft and smooth, but the close encounter reaffirmed his belief that she was at least 70 years old. And she wore oversized sunglasses that made her look, well, quite attractive. Even -- dare he say it? -- desirable.

But watching her go at the ice cream sundae was another adventure entirely. On the first day, she merely attacked it was such vigor that whipped cream dripped onto the front of her bathing suit. With an exaggerated motion, she retrieved it with a delicate finger and shamelessly reached down into her cleavage to retrieve another dollop. Yesterday, the cherry had spun off in her orgy of devouring the thing and it bounced off her tits, her belly, and thighs to rest on her crotch.

Colin had tried to look disinterested behind his sunglasses but discovered he was amazed -- and excited -- when she licked her finger of the whipped cream then probed around her crotch to recover the cherry. She would find it, then it would get away. At one point, she poked her finger under her suit and seemed to stick it in her pussy for a moment. Colin was amazed! Was anybody else seeing this?

Eventually, she found the cherry, plopped it into her mouth, finished the remainder of her sundae, and went back to her reading.

Today, before she went in for her daily sundae, there was another show. About an hour ago, she bent her left leg and spread it, so it was off the recliner. Colin found his eyes riveted to her crotch where two or three hairs poked out at him. And for the first time, he admitted to himself that this woman aroused him. He even laughed aloud right there by the pool as he realized it. Now that she had today's sundae in hand (she was already halfway through it) he walked over to her.

"That looks really good," Colin said a little clumsily. "Where can I buy one of those?" Colin, of course, knew she had been making them in her room.

"I don't know," she said to herself just before taking another large spoonful. "I made this myself."

Now, this was an awkward silence. Grandma continued to eat the sundae with little concern for Colin and he was not sure what to do next. He looked down at her breasts and could see her tits flat against her chest looking down the front of her suit. Finally, she looked up at him.

"You're blocking my sun, young man."

For the rest of the day when he passed her on some real or imaginary mission on the pool deck, he was hoping to at least get an acknowledgment of their meeting. Even people who only knew you from passing you in the parking lot at least nodded in recognition when they saw you later. Grandma, however, was cold or at least disinterested. Colin was a little peeved, then downright angry and he decided to ignore her and went back to his reading.

Just before midnight he was looking out the window at the sea and saw the old woman with a beach towel walking into the darkness.

There was a little moonlight, but it was dark along the shoreline. Colin could not even hear the surf so he knew it must be calm. He saw the old woman get into the water. He decided to slip on his trunks and go down to the beach also.

He saw her swimming about 10 yards offshore. For a moment he thought she was in trouble because she seemed to be thrashing around in the surf but on closer inspection, he saw she was just jumping into the air and splashing into the sea. Colin decided she bathed the way she ate her sundaes: with real enthusiasm. He got into the water and swam close enough to be seen but far enough away not to be intrusive.

"Isn't it wonderful?" he heard her voice say. Colin functioned as though he did not know there was anyone else in the water.

"Yes, the water is wonderful. It's very warm."

"Nothing beats a nighttime swim!" and she threw herself into the air again and splashed completely under the water. Did the woman ever take a stroke, or did she just splash around like a five-year-old? Colin started swimming over in her general direction.

"Whee!" she said in a manner decidedly unlike her coldness at the pool. "Here," she said. "Catch me!" and before Colin knew what was happening, the old woman threw herself into the air with amazing dexterity and splashed into the water at Colin's feet. She came up smiling, spitting water.

"I said catch me, silly!" and she threw herself back into the air and Colin reached out and caught her under the arms, his hands unintentionally wrapping around her amazingly soft breasts. She stood up at once and Colin was prepared to make apologies, but she was dipping down into the water up to her neck.

"The air is cold," she said. "It's much better to stay underwater." Colin, without thinking, dropped under the water to his neck also. Even in the dim moonlight, he could see the water washing off her elderly, smiling face. "This time," she said, " I want you to hold on tight." For all the world, she sounded just like his old Aunt Helen and even looked like her for a moment.

Grandma again turned her back to Colin and threw herself back into the air and came down in his arms, but her weight pushed them both to the sandy bottom where her ass pressed hard against his stiffening cock. She lingered there a moment and he held his arms around her plump belly.

"You have sure got a lot of energy," Colin said when they surfaced. "You're wearing me out."

"Nonsense," she replied. "You're a young man." Grandma came up to him, face to face this time, and wrapped her chunky thighs around his waist so her crotch was pressed hard against his rigid cock under the water. Caught unaware, Colin wrapped his arms around her to hold her up and found his hands were inside her suit which was scooped out low in the back. He spread out his fingers so he could about feel the top of her ass.

To be continued