Richard Gilder’s Young Neighbour

Richard Gilder, a man in his mid-sixties, had lost his wife a few years ago. She had passed away due to complications from a routine surgery. Since then, Richard had dedicated his time to working in the yard, woodworking in his garage, and riding his bicycle. He also enjoyed joining the neighborhood kids in games of catch or basketball.

As Richard was carrying leaves from the backyard to the waste can, he noticed a young woman watching him from across the fence. It was Clarice Finny, a beautiful young woman who had grown up in the neighborhood. Her family was Irish Catholic, and she had just returned from college. Richard waved at her and smiled, and she smiled back.

Clarice, with her wavy light brown hair and green/gray eyes, had grown up in a sheltered environment. She had attended a Catholic girls’ school and had been involved in an Irish dance group when she was younger. Now, at almost twenty, she was back home for the summer, and her pale skin was lightly freckled from spending time outdoors.

When Richard returned to the yard with another load of leaves, he stopped to wipe the sweat off his brow. As he looked up, he saw Clarice standing at the end of the patio, watching him again. He smiled and raised an eyebrow, and Clarice blushed, looking around nervously.

She walked up to him and cleared her throat, “My mom said we could always trust you if we ever needed help.” Richard nodded, “Of course, dear. What is it?” Clarice looked down at her shoes, then up into his eyes, her cheeks flushing. “It’s a little embarrassing…”.

“Why don’t you come here and sit down?” Richard said, pointing to the bench by the patio. He put his hand on her arm, guiding her to the bench, and sat down beside her. “What is it, dear?” he asked, looking into her eyes.

“You know I’m a…woman,” Clarice said, her voice barely above a whisper. Richard smiled and nodded. “Yes, you are a very beautiful woman.” He leaned forward, his eyebrows raised, and Clarice continued, “Did you know that Native Americans kiss each other’s…”.

Richard’s eyes widened, and he shook his head. “Yes, kissing is a sign of affection around the world.” Clarice’s face flushed, and she continued, “No, I mean they kiss each other’s privates.” Richard’s face went pale, and he was taken aback by the subject matter.

“Well, I’m sorry about that,” Richard said, taking a deep breath. “Do you feel like it’s okay?” Clarice looked up at him, her eyes shining with excitement. “I think it got me excited, and I get tingly when I think about it.” Richard’s eyes locked onto hers, and he felt a stirring in his chest.

“Clarice, I know these things seem strange for a young woman, but when you meet someone who is very dear to you, you will have new feelings, new sensations. Do you understand what I mean?” Clarice looked at him, her eyes searching. “I’ve never met someone…my age, I mean. Most boys, guys, are just rude. They don’t make me feel special or normal.”

Richard put his arm around her, consoling her. “You are a very special person. A beautiful woman. Don’t let those guys make you feel sad or unloved.” Clarice looked up at him, her eyes shining with tears. “Do you really think I’m special?” “Of course, dear,” Richard said, squeezing her shoulder.

Clarice leaned in, her face close to his. “When you touch me, it tingles,” she whispered. Richard’s heart skipped a beat, and he felt a surge of desire. He tried to push the feeling aside, thinking about her innocence and youth.

“Sweetie, I’m an old man. You’re very young, and you have your entire life before you. Mine is almost over. Do you know what I mean?” Richard’s ego lifted, and he felt a pang of desire in his chest. Clarice looked up at him, a tear in her eye. “Please, you’re the first person that makes me feel this way.” She wrapped her arms around him, and Richard felt himself getting lost in the moment.

Clarice leaned in, her lips brushing against his. Richard’s scratchy facial hairs stung her tender lips, but she didn’t pull away. The touch of his lips, the warmth of his sun-baked face, melted her. She felt weak in his arms, and her groin tingled with excitement.

Richard tried to pull away, but Clarice’s lips were firm on his. Her tongue pressed against his, and he felt his mind slipping away. It had been so long, and it felt so good. His lips weakened, and he began rubbing Clarice’s back and sides, working his way around to her breasts.

Her nipples were hard, and her breasts were firm in a flimsy bra. Clarice began rubbing him as well, working her way around until she slid one hand between his legs. Richard’s eyes snapped back into focus, and he pulled away, “OK, that’s enough! We need to stop and think about what we’re doing.” “What…am I not doing it right?” Clarice asked, her face dazed.

“No, honey, you’re doing it beautifully. It’s just we shouldn’t be doing it at all. I’m too old,” Richard pleaded. Clarice leaned in again, trying to kiss his lips, her hand still rubbing his groin. “Is it supposed to be this hard?” she asked, her face close to his.

Richard couldn’t make up his mind. He was lost between his lust and her innocence. Then he kissed her again. Clarice’s hand felt so good rubbing his growing hard-on. The feeling of her firm breast in his hand was making it difficult for him to stop.

He got up and led her into the house, getting a glass of water and sitting down with her in the living room. She clung close to him, and he felt himself getting lost in the moment again. As soon as he got comfortable, Clarice was on him, her hand in his crotch and the other around his shoulders.

She looked up at him and smiled, “So…can we kiss each other there now?” Richard took a deep breath, feeling a surge of desire. He hadn’t done that in a long time, and the thought of it with someone so young and fresh was making him feel alive.

“Are you sure this is what you want? For your first time? You should wait until you find someone special,” Richard said, trying to sound convincing. Clarice got up and closed the curtains, then stood in front of him, slowly removing her clothes.

Her simple white bra and panties were the last to go, and Richard felt his heart skip a beat. Her breasts were everything he had imagined; firm and round with rosy puckered areolas and pointy nipples. When she dropped her panties, it revealed her beautiful pussy; fine hair, puffy lips, and red with excitement.

Clarice looked up at him, a smile on her face. “Now it’s your turn.” Richard stood up, working his pants off over his stiff member, which poked out from his waist. He pulled off his shirt and stood there naked, feeling a sense of vulnerability.

Clarice just stared at his penis, and Richard felt a surge of pride. It was bigger than she imagined, and it made him think about her desires. They looked at each other for a few moments before Richard walked over to her and gently picked her up in his arms, carrying her to the bedroom.

He laid her on the bed and moved around to the foot of the bed between her legs. As Richard started to move up between her legs, Clarice started to giggle. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” he asked, smiling.

“Oh. I didn’t see my parents do it that way,” Clarice replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Richard smiled, “Let’s give this a try.” With that, he pushed her legs apart and kissed her belly, making her twitch. He could smell her sweet fragrance.

Richard stuck out his tongue and gave it a little lick, and Clarice gasped, “Oh God, that tingles. It feels so good.” He stroked his rough tongue against her young, tight, smooth pussy lips, and her juices were sweet. The tip of her clitoris started poking out, and she moaned, closing her eyes.

Richard worked his tongue between her lips, around her clit, and into her tight little canal, feeling a sense of wonder and excitement. Clarice’s body responded to his touch, and he knew that this was just the beginning of a wild and passionate journey.

Clarice’s eyes sparkled as she sat beside Richard on the couch, a gentle smile on her face. Her floral dress was a perfect complement to her bright smile, and Richard couldn’t help but feel a sense of calm wash over him as she handed him a plate of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

“Thank you, Clarice,” Richard said, his voice a little rougher than he intended.

“You’re welcome, Richard,” Clarice replied, her eyes never leaving his face. “I wanted to bring you something special.”

Richard took a bite of the cookie, the crunch of the walnuts and the sweetness of the chocolate melting together in his mouth. It was his favorite, and Clarice had remembered.

“Mmm, these are delicious,” Richard said, his eyes drifting back to Clarice’s face.

“I’m glad you like them,” Clarice said, her cheeks flushing a little. “I was thinking about you, and I wanted to do something nice.”

Richard felt a pang of guilt, knowing that what had happened between them the day before was more than just friendship. But as he looked at Clarice, he couldn’t help but feel drawn to her again.

“Clarice, can we talk about what happened yesterday?” Richard asked, his voice a little softer now.

Clarice’s eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, and she leaned in closer to Richard. “What do you want to talk about?” she whispered, her breath tickling his ear.

Richard’s heart skipped a beat as he felt a surge of desire course through him. He couldn’t believe how much he wanted her, how much he wanted to be with her.

“I just want to make sure we’re okay,” Richard said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Clarice’s smile grew wider, and she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his. “We’re more than okay, Richard,” she whispered, her voice full of promise.

Richard’s heart was racing now, and he knew he was in trouble. He wanted her, and he couldn’t deny it any longer.

“Clarice,” Richard said, his voice a little rougher now.

“Yes?” she replied, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Richard’s lips met hers, and everything else faded away. The cookies, the milk, the conversation – all of it disappeared as they kissed, their lips moving in perfect sync.

Clarice pulled back, a little breathless, and smiled up at Richard. “I think we’re going to be okay,” she said, her voice full of promise.

Richard smiled back, his heart racing with excitement. He knew that things were about to get a lot more complicated between them, but he was ready for it.

As they sat there, holding hands and looking into each other’s eyes, Richard knew that he was in love with Clarice. And he had a feeling that she felt the same way.

Clarice’s eyes danced with mischief as she walked back into the room, wearing only her bra, panties, and shoes. She moved with a confident stride, her long hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of night. Richard’s eyes widened as she closed the curtains, the soft light casting a warm glow over the scene.

She knelt down before him, her eyes locked on his, and whispered a prayer, her voice husky and seductive. “Thank you, Lord, for the bounty we’re about to receive. Amen.” Richard’s heart skipped a beat as he felt his cock stirring to life, his mind reeling with the implications of what was happening.

Clarice’s hands moved with precision, unbuckling his belt and pants, letting them fall to the floor. She gazed up at him, her eyes shining with adoration, and praised his cock, her voice dripping with sincerity. “Your offering is magnificent, Richard. So large, so perfect.”

Richard’s face burned with embarrassment, but Clarice’s words only seemed to excite him further. He looked down at her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her kneeling before him, her mouth inches from his cock. “Please, Richard,” she whispered, her breath tickling his skin. “I want to taste you. I want to show you the same love and respect my father showed my mother.”

Richard’s mind reeled as Clarice’s words washed over him. He couldn’t believe what was happening, but he couldn’t deny the desire that was building inside him. He reached out, his fingers tangling in her hair, and pulled her closer, his cock straining towards her.

Clarice’s lips wrapped around his shaft, her tongue licking the sensitive skin, and Richard’s world came crashing down. He felt his control slipping, his body trembling with anticipation, as Clarice’s mouth worked its magic on him.

“Please, Richard,” she whispered again, her voice muffled by his cock. “I need your help. I want to feel you deeper, to taste the fullness of you.” Richard’s eyes locked on hers, his heart pounding in his chest, as he realized what she was asking for.

He took a deep breath, his mind racing with the implications, and nodded, his fingers tightening in her hair. Clarice’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she felt his cock slide deeper into her mouth, her body shuddering with pleasure.

Richard’s hips bucked forward, his cock driving deeper into her throat, and Clarice’s eyes went wide with shock. But she didn’t pull away, instead, she wrapped her hands around his shaft, her fingers tightening as she felt him swell with cum.

Richard’s world went dark, his senses consumed by the sensation of his cock pumping into Clarice’s throat. He felt his seed bursting forth, his body trembling with release, as Clarice’s mouth worked its magic on him.

They jerked and shook together, their bodies locked in a primal dance, as Richard’s hot cum pumped down into Clarice’s waiting mouth. And in that moment, they were one, their desires, their love, and their lust all entwined in a beautiful, messy, and passionate tangle.