Canon Ch. 02

"There," said Amy. Her cheeks were pink. "I'm finally ready." She wore nothing but the towel on her hair.

"You look like an Arabian slave girl, he said, his eyes caressing her nude body.

She giggled and gave a few belly-dancing moves, shockingly skilled and sensuous for those few seconds. "Oh, God, Amy," Geoff marveled. "You've got to let me see more of that..." He stepped forward to embrace her, but she giggled again and slipped out of his arms teasingly.

She stepped into the shower and turned on the water, then stepped out again. As she came into his arms, she looked up at him and murmured, "I want to make sure it gets nice and hot..."

Her eyes twinkled, cool, teasing blue and smoky, promising brown. "I'll show you hot, little girl," he said, and the low thunder of his voice made her tremble.

Geoff bent over her, and a few moments of kisses and caresses followed - till they felt the warm moisture and looked up. Steam was rising from the extra-large shower space.

He held the door open for her, and she stepped into it - so sweet and small, and so pale and naked, his cock fairly glowed with heat and stiffness. This, he knew, would be one of the most incredible experiences of his long life. He felt a thrill go up his spine as he stepped in with her and closed the door.

They were both exquisitely aware of every sensation. The wet, warm tiles beneath their bare feet, the hiss of the spray, the thrumming vibration of the pipes, the humidity on their skin...

They stepped under the steaming spray and embraced each other, thrilled by the feel of each other's wet bodies. Amy's was smooth and slippery, and Geoff's erect cock nudged at her wet belly as he stroked her.

Amy's hands were gentle as she felt Geoff's wet body. His muscles were hard and taut, but his old skin felt delicate. She squirted some liquid soap into her hand, and began to caress him. "You first," she whispered.

He stood still and let her lather him with her soft, small hands. He touched her from time to time - stroking her shoulder, brushing a pink nipple with the back of his veined old hand, running it down the smooth, creamy curve of her back.

She soaped his back, from shoulders to heels - noting the scars. Two, low down on his back above his ass, were small, round and deep; she guessed that they were from bullet wounds. There were others, some straight, some jagged and ugly.

Geoff stood silently, eyes closed, as her soft hands caressed him. He shivered a bit at the feel of her slick fingers in his asscrack, and smiled and looked back at her when she knelt to wash his legs and feet.

He noticed the extra tenderness in her touch when she washed his scars., and was moved. When she kissed them, he was moved almost to tears. A soldier's woman, he thought. She knows what I need.

He turned at a touch, and she began to scrub the front of his body. Once again, she scrubbed gently at his scars - there were many - and kissed them. She traced the long scar across the right side of his belly, and looked up at him with concern.

He grinned down at her. "Gall bladder," he said. "Getting the others was more exciting."

She smiled, kissed it, and knelt to wash his legs. She noticed that she avoided his cock for the moment, though it still stood out, twitching-hard. He knew why.

The naked young girl pointed to the tiled shelf behind him. "Sit," she said, and he did. He was touched again as she gently washed his aged feet with her small hands, kneeling before him, nude and radiant.

Geoff felt like a sultan, being ministered to by his favorite slave girl. His hands were trembling again; soon it would be his turn.

But not yet. She looked up at him with a twinkle in her compelling eyes, and whispered, "Now for the fun part..."

He watched, amazed, as she took his stiff, bare erection in both her soapy hands and began to stroke it, up and down. Her right hand enveloped his swollen knob, and squeezed it with a gentle twisting motion.

He shuddered with pleasure. The delicious, slick friction of her sweet fingers and palms on his dick was intense, maddening. He moaned, sliding down a bit on the seat, lifting it to her.

"You like that?" she breathed, her hands working his bare cock, driving him crazy. "I've never done this before..."

"You're doing it j-just right, honey," he gasped. She giggled, and one hand dropped down to his balls. Amy played with them as much as washed them. She was exploring his body even as she teased and stimulated him, and the innocently fascinated and curious look on her beautiful face, as much as the feel of her inexperienced, soapy hands, was driving him mad.

She was milking his stiff cock again, slipping her slick hands up and down, squeezing and twisting his swollen, sensitive knob - and then she stopped, rinsed him clean, and without missing a beat, leaned forward and kissed it.

Then she looked up at him with those disturbing, distracting eyes, opened her lovely mouth, extended her pink little tongue, and began to lick his quivering dickhead. Not tentatively or timidly; she licked it like an ice-cream cone, laving him with her saliva and lapping at it luxuriantly, stopping to kiss it between long, wet licks.

Geoff stared, his old eyes unbelieving; this beautiful young girl was looking up at him with love in her strange and wonderful eyes and licking his cock, kissing it lovingly -

And then she opened her mouth wider and slid her sweet lips over his dickhead, looking up at him as she did - and Geoff, to his shock, shuddered and began to cum in her mouth.

Amy looked up at his face and worked her pretty mouth on him as he grimaced and squinted and spurted, staring at her through slitted eyes and shivering, feeding her squirt after electrifying squirt of his stringy, viscous sperm. It dripped and drooled from her lips, even as she sucked and swallowed.

Amy closed her eyes in ecstasy and sucked on Geoff's spurting dick lovingly, holding it tenderly in both her small white hands and working her mouth on it as if her whole world was contained in the spongy knob that filled her mouth and fed her its salty syrup. "Mmmm," she murmured, and Geoff shuddered even more and jerked - and Amy opened her eyes, smiled around his cock, and said, "MmmmMMMmmmMMM..."

And Geoff groaned and kept on spurting, spurting, spurting in her sweet, sucking mouth, spurting more sperm than he had ejaculated in decades. She giggled and swallowed and hummed and swallowed some more, till his cum drooled and hung from her chin in a glistening rope all the way to her thighs.

She finally released him and smiled up at him impishly, licking her cum-dripping lips with obscene relish. "Did you like that, Geoffie?" she asked teasingly. His cum still dangled from her lovely face. She was blushing furiously, but her eyes were alight with pleasure and love.

"Unh," he grunted, and held out his arms.

Amy came into them; with Geoff seated on the tile shelf, they were the same height. He kissed her, tasting and feeling his semen in her mouth, moving his hands on her smooth wet back, holding her close. "Oh, God, Amy..."

He could say no more. She kissed and caressed him for a long few moments as he fought back his tears of joy, and finally she stepped back and lifted her arms, placing her hands on the towel around her head.

"Your turn, Sergeant-Major," she trilled. She spread her bare feet apart slightly and crouched a little. "Soap me all over," she whispered. "Oh, Geoffie - make me wiggle..."

He sniffed, wiped his eyes and began.

For Geoff, it was surreal, dreamlike. He saw Amy, touched her, stroked her perfect skin with his spotted, slippery hands, but his senses were overloaded. How could this be real?

But at the same time, it felt like it was the first real experience he had ever had. As if he had awakened from a long sleep, to see with his eyes and feel with his hands for the very first time.

Amy was so lovely, so soft and small and perfect - the way she turned and twisted under his touch, the way she kissed him and moved her nude, slick body against him as he bathed her - the feel of her tight nipples, her soft, springy bottom, her quivering belly, her sweet, tender slit - the way she crouched cooperatively to give him access when he slipped his hand between her soft thighs....

The tough, scarred old soldier had tears running down his cheeks as he gently bathed this beautiful, naked young girl who loved him. They both pretended that the wetness on his craggy old face was from the warm spray of the shower.

Amy, too, was overwhelmed. No man had ever touched her so before; and she was both excited and moved, thrilled by his aged, but gentle and skillful hands. She could feel his love through his fingers as he stroked and scrubbed her, all over - washing her breasts, squeezing and fondling them under the warm spray, ever so gently, but still insistently - plucking at her hard nipples, rolling them between his fingers, tugging at them, kissing and sucking them adoringly.

Her back, her legs, her arms, her throat, her soft bare belly - Geoff explored and soaped and caressed every inch of her, every millimeter, and tenderly, and lovingly. She giggled when he played with her slippery toes, and gasped when his boldly scrubbed her sweet pussy.

Amy was sitting on his lap, her bare, wet bottom moving subtly against his cock, which was, amazingly, erect once again. She leaned her head back on his shoulder and nuzzled his wrinkled cheek - and shyly opened her bare thighs wide.

Geoff had made love to women before, and many; he knew how to please and satisfy them, with his hands, his tongue, his cock. But he had never wanted so please any woman as he wanted to please Amy.

He kissed her smooth white throat and slipped a finger into her sweet, liquid hole - and squeezed her as she hissed and twisted in his arms. "Oh, Geoffie," she whispered. "That feels so gooood..."

He had never held a woman so gently, so tenderly, so conscious of her sensations. He had never before been more hungry to please a woman than to please himself. She had satisfied and pleasured his cock already, more than he had ever known, and he had not even fucked her yet; and he knew that he would know more pleasure from her still.

But the thrill now, for him, was making her squirm and shiver with sexual sensation, and feel his love through the touch of his hands. He felt her pussy as if he were exploring her soul.

And she responded, quivering and breathless. She shuddered and placed one pretty bare foot on his knee, rolling her pelvis upward and letting her thighs fall back, opening herself up to him completely, shamelessly, eagerly .

He stroked her deep inside, his fingertip digging into here deepest secret - the spongy ridges of her G-spot - even as his palm pressed and rotated on her swollen clit. The tiny girl gasped and jerked, her hands groping blindly for him. He held her breast and squeezed her nipple, pressed and rubbed her stiff little button, and stirred her hot, wet young hole expertly and without mercy... And Amy cried out and writhed against him, pumping her pelvis hungrily and lifting both her legs to open herself wider. "Oh.... Ggodd... Yyyesss... Ggg..."

"I love you, Amy... Cum for me... Cum hard, sweet baby..."

He did his best to make her do it, and she did. He kept her cumming for long, so long, till she was whimpering and shivering and jerking with it, tears leaking from her tight-shut eyes and her pretty toes curled up like tiny fists.

As he let her down, so gently, from her peak, Geoff slid to the tiled floor and held her in the cradle of his crossed legs. She curled up there and found shelter in his arms, her knees drawn up and her arms folded, and he held her like a frightened child.

She was not frightened. She pressed herself against him, rubbing her soft cheek against his chest and murmuring in quiet contentment. "So good, Geoffie... So good to me..." She was still shivering, her wet, naked body rippling with tiny aftershocks. Geoff kissed her at her hairline, just beneath the towel that was still wrapped around her hair.

"I love you, Punkin," he whispered.

He cradled her under the spray and smiled. He had always been the "strong and silent" type, reluctant to speak those words or show affection openly, even with his wife.

"I love you," he whispered again.

This little girl has changed me, he thought. I've never felt this way before.

"I love you..."

I could say that all day, he thought. He stroked her back. "I love you, baby."

"I love you too, Geoffie... So much..."

---

After their shower, Geoff had the pleasure of covering Amy with body lotion - another surreal, and sensual, experience - and then he stood behind her and combed out her hair as she sat naked at her dresser. They looked at each other in the mirror, and Geoff laughed.

"What?"

"I was just thinking what my troops would say if they saw me doing this," he said as he moved the comb through her cascade of shining hair. He eyed her pink nipples. "If they could stop staring at you, that is."

She smiled. "Not famous for your skills as a hairdresser?"

He laughed heartily, a deep boom of amusement. She giggled. "Might be a whole new career, Geoffie. Can't you see it? 'Coiffures by Mr. Geoffrey.' You can wear a pink shirt, earrings and a beret."

Geoff had to stop combing. He was laughing too hard. After a moment, he looked at his hand and made a curiously sour face.

"What's wrong?"

In a high, flutey, effeminate voice, he said, "Eoh, foo, I broke a nail..."

They both laughed till their sides hurt.

When in my life would I have ever done that? he thought. ---

Breakfast was late. They ate cold cereal on the veranda, Geoff in his jeans again, Amy in nothing but her glasses and one of his T-shirts.

It was only nine o'clock, but the day was already warm - and humid. It was still high summer in the South, and the air was close and heavy. Amy looked around the yard; there were so many trees, so many shrubs and other foliage, that their privacy was complete. She could not even see the gate from where she sat.

"Going to be hot today," said Geoff.

"Mmm-hmm," said Amy, her mouth full of Rice Krispies. She looked at him, her strange eyes magnified by her lenses. She swallowed and said, "Maybe we can try out the pool."

He smiled at her and nodded. "I had it serviced because I knew you were coming. It's ready."

"Can I see it?"

"Absolutely not." They both laughed, and Geoff stood. "It's around back. I don't think you've seen the back yard yet. It's - changed, from when you were little."

Amy set her bowl on the low table between their chairs and followed him around the veranda. The wide boards of the porch, worn silky-smooth from more than a century of use and scrubbing, were kind to her bare little feet.

"Oh!" Amy gasped when they rounded the corner. "It's - it's - it's amazing!"

It was very different from the yard she remembered from her childhood; then, it had ended at a wooden fence not far from the house, with just a small concrete patio and a swing set for her. Now, the yard was huge, well over an acre in extent; enormous, ancient trees shaded green lawns and flowers and shrubbery. "I owned the land back here already," he said. "When Tina got sick, I took out the fence and - made some improvements. She loved it back here, even toward the end." He smiled, sadly. "I've made more changes since. Kept me busy. This is my private world, Amy. Now it's yours, too."

Amy looked around in wonder. There was a wide, tree-shaded patio with a brick barbecue pit, lounge chairs, and a table; an expanse of closely trimmed grass, suitable for sports or even putting; and at the far side, there was the pool.

The oblong, irregularly-shaped pool was constructed to look like a natural pond, with a waterfall pouring into it at its farther end and a small sandy beach before them. The rocks, where the small waterfall fell into the clear, sparkling water, looked to be smooth, age-worn granite.

"It's so beautiful," she breathed. "Is it a real pond?"

He laughed. "No, it's all fake," he said. "That's not sand at the bottom - it's concrete. So are the rocks. There's a little pump that makes the waterfall go. I turned it on from the house before we came out here."

She looked at the water. "It makes me want to just dive in naked and - and be Nature Girl."

He grinned again. "That's what it's for, Punkin."

She giggled and looked around nervously, her hands at the hem of her oversized T-shirt. "It's completely private back here," he said. He felt an electric excitement at what he was about to see. "There's an eight-foot wall behind the trees, just like in the front."

Amy giggled with delight and whipped off the shirt, dropped her glasses on it, then ran, naked, for the water. Her pale body was almost incandescent in the shade of the trees, then shone like ivory as she entered the sunlight and splashed into the shallows. She launched herself into the water and laughed with delight as she felt its coolness moving on her skin, everywhere.

Geoff's heart leaped at the sight, and melted at the same time. She was so lovely, so innocent and sensuous all at once...

He dropped his jeans and joined her.

They dived and played and splashed each other and swam and kissed, and he reveled in her beauty and her nudity. When she climbed out of the water and stood on the rocks by the waterfall, as bare and perfect as Eve, and looked at him with those enigmatic eyes - he felt his heart skip a beat.

She has no idea how amazing she is, he thought.

"I've never been skinny-dipping before, Geoffie," she said, a beatific smile on her face. She shivered delicately. "It's exciting - and kind of embarrassing."

Then she giggled. "I feel like a naughty little girl," she said. "Running around outside in my birthday suit."

He looked up at her from the water with his heart in his old eyes. "My favorite outfit, Punkin," he said. "I want to keep you naked all the time. I want to be able to see you like that every time I look at you."

And fuck you till you cry, he thought. But not quite yet.

---

They stood in the water beneath the waterfall, and the cool stream bathed them again as they caressed each other, tongues moving languidly in each other's mouths, her breasts against his belly, her belly against his cock. Their hands moved in the water, growing more familiar with the shape and feel of each other's bodies.

Amy shivered once again at his strength, his steadiness; her lover was old, but that did not matter. He was the man she had not known she dreamed of. He was Geoff, and there were no more like him.

She giggled as he kissed her throat, bending low over her; and he lifted his head to look at her. "What's funny?" he asked, smiling.

"Not funny. Just - wonderful," she said. "It's like magic, Geoffie - like a dream."

He looked the question at her, puzzled. "I always thought finally falling in love would be scary, Geoffie," she said, her strange eyes sparkling. "You know - 'What's he really like? Does he really love me? Do I really know him? Can I trust him?'"

She hugged him, her arms barely reaching around his waist, her face against his chest, already so familiar. "But I know you, Geoffie. I know you. And - and there's none of that." He felt her shake her head against him. "I'm not afraid at all."

He stroked her wet hair, then leaned his wrinkled cheek on it. "You're right," he said quietly. "All the thrill of a new love, all the - trust - of an old one." He kissed her hair. "I feel it too. I just didn't think about it."

"It's wonderful," she whispered. He could barely hear her above the rush of the water.

He held her close, knowing exactly what he felt.