Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click hereFresh out of the shower, she stood before me at the foot of the bed, naked, while I kissed each nipple, each cheek, tops and bottoms, and gave her peach a gentle, respectful thank you kiss. Then regretfully, I helped her spoon herself into the Daisy Duke getup that she wore and tied the halter behind her back again. Miss Holley Picket, displayed as she was, was at least street legal to return home again.
As we faced one another, I felt twenty years younger, my grin must have telegraphed how I felt to her. Because her well-tanned face beamed a broad smile back at me in return. Rising on tiptoe, she kissed me -- on the lips!
As I walked her to the front door, she asked, "So, Doctor Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe how do you think my oral exam went, today?" the melodious words cooed from her lips.
Miss Holley Picket," I mused, giving the question some due thought, "I think I have enough exam data to figure out a tutoring program for you. So, I'll expect to see you here promptly after your studies on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. How does that sound to you?"
"Count on it, Johann. I knew you would be an excellent tutor!" she giggled as she slipped past me while I held the screen door open for her. Again her breasts, just grazed my chest, the same as they did when she entered.
It had been right at noon when I spotted her at the mailbox and it was after four o'clock now as she strolled out my door. I headed to the kitchen looking for something to restore my strength. 'God, she nearly killed me,' I thought as I creaked and gingerly limped across the living room. It had been years since Emma and I had done anything like that together. Looking up at the mantle, I thought I saw Emma's portrait wink an eye at me before returning to that wonderful smile she always had in our evening conversations.
"Sugar," I sighed, "if I did wrong, then come for me tonight before I get too far into tutoring Miss Pickett and can't stop."
+++++
Hope you enjoyed this story of an old-timer being rewarded for his 'good past deeds to others.' Please, remember to rate, favorite it if you feel so inclined, and drop me a note about how the story resonates with you or suggestions on improvements I need to make. Thanks. DMallord.
- COMMENTS
Klitomaticalmost 2 years agoThere were many things in this story that you didn't tell my way. But your way was just fine.
Anonymousover 2 years agoLoved the story between he and the sexy student, but there is just something in the last sentence that grabs this old 83 year old heart. I still have my sweet thing with me. Married now 60 years. I hugged her tighter last night after this story
Crusader235almost 3 years agoWait What, Her mom told her a tonque is a poor sub for a cock, maybe Mom needs some tutoring also, Just a thought. Love this storey, need more details in the next chapter... please.
dmallordabout 3 years agoAuthorThank you answering my call for input on how this resonated with you! One of the nice features of Literotica.com is the ability to edit a story. Using reader feedback, I can make changes to the story - and will make a few based upon your comments. However, I don't know how to inform you about those changes and when they are posted. But, hopefully, they will benefit future readers!
I have a sequel to this story, told from Miss Picket's perspective. Perhaps you will see it and I can let you know about the changes to this story in the posting!
