A Randy Retirement Pt. 25: Katie

Intro: The exploits of a man whose given name fit him perfectly, Randy, and he certainly was that. He was a high-school history teacher and coach until he hit the lottery and retired early at 52. While he was not averse to returning flirtatious quips from the girls in his classes, he did avoid giving in to the urge, telling the more enticing of them to, "come see me after you graduate." Some did, but these stories deal with his life after hitting it big and building two houses; one along a river bluff 45 miles inland from the Atlantic Ocean and another on a secluded portion of the Northern Outer Banks, both equipped with playrooms. And he still had over a hundred million to spare. All characters are 18+ years of age. All stories can stand alone, but reading the series gives added insights and descriptions as it unfolds.

Synopsis: Katie books a return engagement.

June, 2018 -- OBX house

Randy had thought about the encounter with Cindy on the Sunday drive back home and mentally checked that box off his list. It had been a long time coming, but was well worth it. He did not really have a list in his head, but thought about some of the females from his past who rated inclusion if he decided to make one.

As he drove in silence, Halley again came to mind. The miles rolled by as he wandered into all sorts of things, mentally exploring again every possibility he could conceive of for her absence, but in the end, he came back to the fact that she had earned his trust. He would continue to believe in the reasons she had given because she had not given any reason not to.

In his younger days, Randy had believed in allowing anyone a chance to fail, often trusting folks until they proved themselves to be a liar. The money he now possessed had jaded him on that principle, but he trusted Halley.

Is that why her absence bothered him? Because he trusted her implicitly? He loved the sex with her and the little games he got to play with her mind and body. He loved the way she sassed him, the independence she showed. How she surrendered herself and that independence totally to him. It was exhilarating in more ways than just the sex, but he dismissed any thought of being "in love" with her out of hand. There were just too many willing others out there for him to explore to be in love with anyone.

"I'm too old for that," he had said aloud to himself as he got off the interstate and headed down the two-lane county road that would eventually take him to his River House ten minutes away.

*

On the Monday, Randy got a text from Katie, a TV producer from Tennessee that he had met, and fucked, out on the OBX over a year ago. They made small talk via text for a good five minutes before she got to her reason for texting.

She told him her work had been crazy, but that she wanted to come visit and that she only had time for a long weekend, Thursday through Sunday. She wanted to know if he would be at the Outer Banks the third weekend of June.

Randy replied that she should come on out and that he had the DVD that he failed to give her of their last encounter. Katie immediately texted back.

'I've wondered about that. So, it's okay to come out?'

'It's more than okay, Katie. Can't wait to see you!'

'Get the popcorn ready then, I'll be on my way, the 14th through the 17th.'

'I'll have supper ready when you get here and bring nice clothes, I think I'll take you out. Can you remember the way?'

'Oh yeah, I'll never forget it.'

*

Randy had driven to the OBX on the appointed Thursday afternoon. Lately he had been on a run of some incredibly good sex. He thought about Ellie, her sister Mina and Cindy. Now Katie was on the way. Briefly he wondered what Halley was doing but was interrupted in his thoughts when he arrived at the upscale grocery store that he frequented. He went in to pick up some groceries and a nice-looking blonde in her early to mid-thirties struck up a conversation. Randy knew Katie was on the way, so he wasn't looking for a pick-up, but the blonde was and eventually she asked if he were busy for the evening.

"Sorry, I'm taken this weekend, but maybe we'll run into each other again sometime."

It was obvious that she was disappointed as she shrugged, "Hopefully. You have a nice time now," and she winked at him as she took her wine purchases to the checkout.

The blonde preyed upon him for a few miles and Randy slapped the steering wheel when he realized that he should have asked for her number.

"Dumbass," he muttered.

He forced the lost opportunity from his mind by thinking of the lady that was on her way, spending the miles recalling their first encounter and how she was a quiet fuck. She had a knack of being able to talk about extraneous things while they were doing it, all the while grinding on her orgasm. Randy recalled how he had the feeling that she was used to being in charge in the sack and how he had let her lead their first encounter more so than he usually did with a woman.

She was in her late thirties, maybe even forty and her hair was colored different shades of brown. Katie had ice gray eyes and a bronzed, muscular body with not a blemish on it; 5'6" and about 130 pounds. Randy felt a shudder run down his spine as he recalled her small aureoles and the tiny nipples that would get rock hard.

Arriving at the house, he opened some windows to air it out and then put the groceries away. He had bought fruit and arranged apples and bananas in a bowl on the dining area table, changing their position several times until he cussed at himself aloud.

"What the fuck are you doing Randy? You never would have thought twice about how a damned fruit bowl looked before," and he shook his head in disbelief.

He put the beer he had gotten for Katie in the refrigerator and took out two pork chops, seasoned them, then lit the grill and when it was ready, put them on it to a nice sizzle. Stewed potatoes with onions and some pink-eyed peas would round out the meal.

The grill work done; he had just taken the chops into the kitchen when Katie arrived a little before 5 p.m. He went to let her in and was met by khaki shorts and a chocolate milk colored sweatshirt that was two sizes too large for her. Emblazoned on the front of the shirt in white was the sentence, 'I'm pretty confidant my last words will be "Well shit, that didn't work."'

"Hay-ee," she greeted him in her syrupy Southern drawl as she set her bags inside.

"Hello Katie, nice shirt," he told her as she encased him around his waist with her arms and her lips met his for just a moment. Then she dropped, unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his khakis. Randy smiled down at her as he pushed the front door closed, "Wow, no foreplay, just straight to it I see."

"I've waited a long time," Katie began, her drawl making his dick harder by the second, "I gotta make sure what I've been thinking about for the last year wasn't a figment of my imagination."

She already had his pants down and did the same with his boxers, exposing the hardening cock that was easily as long as her face. "Oh yes, that's what I'm talking about, come to mama," and Katie grasped his dick at the base and spat on it. She paused and looked up, "If I remember, we clean up later, right?"

"It's your weekend, have at it," and she did, opening her mouth wide and engulfing the head. She worked slowly, savoring the moment, as her lower jaw kept extending to take in the next inch. Randy was reminded of how good the metal ball of her tongue piercing felt on his cock as he closed his eyes and sighed.

Katie worked franticly, cupping his balls as she sucked and pulling him closer by them, until she brought him off in less than ten minutes, swallowing every drop of his load without getting any on her chin or clothes. When she had finished, she licked his cock clean, pulled up his boxers and pants, affixing his belt as it were before, and pronounced as she stood, smacking her lips, "Is supper ready? I'm hungry."

They ate the meal with a white wine and made small talk with no innuendo or allusions to the primary purpose of the visit. It was as if they were just a pair of old friends who had reunited after a long absence and needed to catch up. Afterwards they put the dishes in the dishwasher and with a glass of wine each, made their way to the living room. Randy noticed that her legs were tanned darker than the khaki shorts she wore.

They talked of life and Katie related some of the funny things she had witnessed during the course of her job as a field news producer in the last year. They were interesting but Randy was more tuned-in to just watching her talk. She was sexy; in a smokey, spicy, mysterious, sort of way and she kept a perpetual smirk on her face, at least when she wasn't fucking. Turning her wineglass up and emptying it into her mouth, she smacked her lips and the smirk returned. Randy offered to get her another.

"No," she said rising, "I'll get it. I'm gonna need you to conserve energy for later," and she chuckled at her little joke.

Going to the kitchen where he had left the bottle, he followed her with his eyes and teased, "Why's that? If this time's like last time, you're gonna insist on doing all the work."

She mugged her face at him, squinching up her mouth in rebuttal. Her glass refilled, she came back to the living room and retorted, "You're just being a little baby because you're used to always being in control."

Randy nodded in agreement and held up his glass, which she clinked with her own, spilling a couple of drops.

"Whoops," she snickered.

"Are we tipsy?" he asked as he got up and went to get a dish towel.

"Maybe. Is that bad?"

"Nope," and she took the cloth from him to clean up the mess she had made. "Sorry about this."

"Not a problem. They make couches every day."

She smiled up at him, her multi-colored brown hair partially hiding her eyes.

Placing the soiled cloth on the coffee table, she began to drink again, taking big swallows as if she were in a hurry. When it was empty, Randy again offered to get her a refill.

"Nope," she announced, placing the glass alongside the cloth as she crossed her arms down to take opposing sides of her sweatshirt, and pulled it up over her head.

Being bra-less, the B-cups stretched upward revealing her small nipples standing at attention and revving Randy's motor as he set his glass down alongside hers. Before he could sit back Katie had gotten on the floor between his knees and was taking his pants down again, pulling hard to get them from under his ass. Off-handedly he noticed the sweatshirt lying in a crumpled pile on the floor behind her. She removed his pants, boxers and his shoes completely, throwing them on top of her sweatshirt.

She was smiling her little smirk as she took his manhood in hand once more. "I need to pick up where I left off earlier. You just lie back now, ya hear, and let me enjoy myself," the Southern drawl intoxicating him.

Her tongue flitted over the head of his cock, the ball doing such a number on his frenulum that he fought to contain himself. But that was useless as she stopped and smiled a knowing smile at him, contorting her mouth and using her teeth and lips to play with her piercing.

In the midst of his growing delight, Randy noticed how her nipples turned out to the side when she bent over at the waist, but returned to their normal position when she straightened. Before his mind could consider this more, Katie had engulfed the head of his cock with her mouth, her right hand moving on his shaft as she sucked hard, and he involuntarily flinched. Even with her lips wrapped tightly around his schlong, he could see her smile as she sucked him in further.

She worked slowly, teasing him, and enjoying herself immensely. Randy closed his eyes and listened to the sounds she made as she began to deep throat him, and it only drew him closer to an eruption. Minutes later, he opened his eyes to find her slowly taking his cock to the root and then looking up at his face as she retreated. He shuddered again and saw her smile, his dick leaving her mouth for a moment as her lips rested against it and she paused.

"What?" he croaked.

"You should see the faces you make when I'm sucking your dick really hard."

He was unable to respond. She had a small creek of saliva that ran from her chin, across her right clavicle and then down to her right breast where her nipple divided the creek into two tributaries, one that ran down her side to her hip and the other down her chest to her abdomen. She was radiant as she resumed her self-appointed task, this time sucking vigorously.

Five minutes later and Katie announced, "Okay, I'm ready," and Randy wasted no time herding her to his bedroom.

There, with muted lighting from one lamp beside his bed, her body was highlighted as she finished undressing. She was bronzed all over with just a hint of a tan line, and had waxed her pubic area, the curved vertical barbell in her clit hood clearly visible.

"I remember you said you preferred it," she told him when she noticed him staring. Randy took her into his arms and was reminded that as tight as her body was, her skin was soft as a velvet.

They kissed, hands roaming, and she pulled away and drug him to his bed.

"Lay down, I have more work to do," she said, pushing him lightly with both palms. Randy situated himself with pillows behind his back so that he was slouched down against the headboard, as she worked her way up his body one knee at a time, taunting him the entire way.

The smirk was gone, replaced by a jawline that was just a little slack, her mouth hanging open as her need began to overtake her. Katie faced him as she mounted him, one hand holding the top of the headboard for balance as she put his big dick inside. She settled on her knees and began to ride, holding her breasts and tweaking her nipples as her face began to contort.

She obviously liked to be on top, but Randy was at a loss as to why he was inclined to let her lead. It was not something he usually did, unless he directed the woman to be on top. Something about her just told him to let her ride.

He nipples turned out again when she bent over him and put her hands on his chest and he wanted to reach out and pull them further apart, but resisted the urge as she was deep in concentration. It showed on her face as she held her breath for thirty, forty seconds at a time and then let out with a series of deep grunts and growls before the breath-holding and concentrated facial expressions returned for another round. Strangely, she didn't talk like the last time, but Randy had other things front and center at that moment to consider it fully.

As the time between held breaths grew shorter, the grunts and groans louder, and her riding more passionate, Randy rubbed his hands over her butt, diving his fingers into the crack of her ass and pulling it apart roughly just to remind her that ultimately, he was still in control as he let her grind herself toward oblivion.

When she finally orgasmed, she grabbed the headboard with both hands, his cock fully inside and ground her ass back and forth hard on his pelvis. In addition to the grunts, he caught her saying "Yes" and "Oh fuck" in a soft, breathy, barely audible voice that was tinged with the heat of her cum.

In time she moved off him, plastering herself to his side, and rubbed his abdomen. "That's enough for one night. I don't wanna wear you out. Besides, I'm hungry again."

Randy laughed, but did not push the issue, even though he still had a raging boner and had not cum since the blowjob at the door. Instead, they went into the kitchen and made sandwiches while Randy told her about the perpetual smirk.

"I know. I can't help it. I guess it's because I am constantly amazed at life ... or shocked by it. Serious question, why doesn't your bed squeak when we fuck?"

Randy laughed.

"Because it doesn't have box springs. None of my beds do, not even the little twin beds in the playrooms. All of them are from a high-dollar company and they sleep really good."

Later as they got into his quiet bed, she commented in an offhanded way as she fluffed her pillow, "You know, you fuck pretty good for an old guy."

"In my mind I'm still in my early 30s Katie."

"Good, maybe it's that attitude that keeps you young and virile," she smirked and laid the side of her head against the pillow as she settled in facing him.

Randy mumbled, "Maybe so," and those were the last words spoken until morning as he turned out the light.

***

Friday came and Randy awoke alone in his bed. He wiped the sleep from his eyes as he sat up and, hearing a noise from the kitchen, went to the door to find Katie back in the chocolate sweatshirt at the stove.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

She turned her head over her shoulder, "Why does something have to be wrong? I'm making you breakfast. Go take a shower," and she grinned hugely at him.

He noticed her wet hair and realized that she'd already showered. Fifteen minutes later he joined her, dressed only in boxers and a t-shirt.

"I made you an omelet," she announced as he sat, bringing a plate to the table. Randy then noticed that the sweatshirt from yesterday was the only article of clothing she was wearing.

"What's in it?" he asked.

"Just stuff I found in your 'frig. Orange juice or coffee?"

"Both please, three sugars in the coffee, no milk," he said as he cleaved off a chunk of the omelet.

"You don't have creamer?

Randy had just placed the fork in his mouth and shook his head 'No' as he chewed. He could taste cheese, tomato, green onion, sausage, and maybe some of the deli ham he had bought to make sandwiches.

"Whadda'ya think?" she asked, setting a steaming cup of coffee beside his plate.

Still with food in his mouth, Randy mumbled, "You're hired," and she gave him the impertinent smirk and went back to the counter to get her own plate.

Halfway through the meal she mused, "Who cleans this place?"

"Why? Do they do a bad job?" Randy asked, looking around the house in exaggeration.

"No, actually they do an excellent job. I was just wondering about your little hidden room and how you explain it."

"I don't because for the most part, I clean the house. But I do have two ladies who come in once a quarter while I am present and spend half a day here. They clean everything but that room and I lock it just to make sure. Same with my big house down south, but with a different set of ladies."

"Ahh, that makes too much sense. I was imagining you running around naked with a duster."

They both laughed and Randy explained further.

"Nah, they come once a month and I coordinate with them if I have someone visiting, so to speak."

"Do you pay them by fucking them?" she taunted.

"Nah, they're both in their late sixties, I think they've given up on men. They keep trying to set me up with their daughters though."

"Maybe you should take 'em up on it."

"Ahh ... no. I've seen the daughters. Any other questions or observations about my property?" he asked with a thin smile on his face.

"No, no, not right now. But I'm sure something else will pop up," and she smirked again at him.

"Are you done with your lunch?"

"Yes."

"Good, I have something that I want to show you. Come with me."

He led the way to the playroom where a high-backed chair was set before his computer monitors. Randy patted the back of the chair, "Sit."

Katie complied, looking around as she tried to anticipate what he had in mind.

Randy had set this up before she arrived, knowing that it was just thing to kick the weekend off right.

Immediately, he pulled each of her ankles back to the rear leg of the chair and roped them tightly to it. "I have a correction, not only do I have something that I want to show you, it's also something that I want to do to you," and he made sure that her knees were spread by the bindings and thus her pussy.