Mr. Callahan was a sweet old man. He was a resident at the retirement home I worked part-time at in the evenings and on weekends. He was 61, and really didn’t need to be there. His wife had a moderate case of emphysema. From what he’d told me, he’d taken care of her himself for the last five years, but his arthritis was making it more difficult. Green Meadows wasn’t a convalescence home, but there were nurses on staff 24 hours. So his children and he decided it would be better economically for them to move to the home, instead of paying for a nurse, a cook, and a maid.
Mr. Callahan told me a lot about his family, his childhood, and his businesses. None of it was particularly exciting, but him telling me while I was sitting naked on his lap was very exciting – for a number of reasons. Mr. Callahan was white, and I’m black. Mr. Callahan was old, and I was young. Mr. Callahan was fully dress, and I was fully nude.
I didn’t have much of a figure when I was young, and guys my age didn’t pay too much attention to B-cups. Mr. Callahan had never been intimate with a black woman, though he had bought magazines and seen movies with them in them. The attention he provided me was new, so our arrangement worked out for the both of us.
It started a little after I turned 18. Because I was born in November, I couldn’t start school until the year after my 5th birthday, which put me technically a year behind my age group. I was a server at the retirement home. I worked dinners a couple of nights a week, and then either breakfast and lunch, or dinner on the weekends. Mr. Callahan was always happy to see me, and always asked me how my grades and social life were going. I played field hockey and ran track, and he liked hearing how well I was doing with sports too.
On a Saturday that I was scheduled to work dinner, I had a movie date – finally. The boy, Jerome, watched me playing field hockey against his school’s team, and said he liked my legs. So, for our date, I wore a miniskirt. We kissed and touched a little in the movie, but after the movie, we lost track of time making out in his car. I had him drop me off at work or else I would’ve been late. Lucky for me the cook on duty was the lenient one, and didn’t give me grief about being out of uniform.
A lot of the residents were a little shocked as I was serving their food. My skirt wasn’t inappropriately short, but the standard uniform for servers was long pants and white shirt. Nobody was mad at me though. The women residents and nurses said how cute I looked. Mr. Callahan complimented my legs, and joked that he was going to demand skirts become a uniform option.
After serving the food, cleaning the tables, and washing the dishes, I waited in the lobby for my ride home. Mr. Callahan saw me waiting and came to sit with me. It was almost 10PM, and the rest of the residents were in bed. He said he was out for his nightly walk, and thought he’d keep me company. He complimented me on legs again, and encouraged me to wear skirts more often.
He asked me why I had worn one that day. I turned to him and told him all about my date – almost like I was telling my own grandfather. Typically, my social life is so boring, so he knew the date was special to me. I was so excited I hadn’t noticed for a long time that his hand was on my knee. And when it registered, I didn’t move away. He hand was soft. It had a few rough spots, from where he probably had calluses, but age had made his hand a little puffy. Though it was different from my date’s touch, Mr. Callahan’s touch excited me too, a little.
When I finished the story of my date, there was an awkward silence for a second. Then he asked if he could ask me a favor. I said sure. He complimented me again, and asked me to stand in front of him so he could get a good look at my legs. It wasn’t a crazy request, and no one had ever asked me to just stand in front of them before. My legs were getting a lot of attention lately, which was strange. He added another ‘Please’ as I was thinking, and I said okay, since I liked him. The nurses’ station was over in the residential area, and the cook had left already.
I stood in front of him, and he smiled. He said he didn’t understand why I didn’t have dates every weekend, which made me smile. Then he asked me to turn around. With my back to him I had to keep looking over my shoulder to see when my Mom arrived. He asked me to move my feet apart a little, and then asked if he could touch them. That was a little weird, but I was getting a little more excited, and nodded that he could. His first touch was right around my knee, and I got a chill. His hands went down to my calf first, and then halfway up my thigh.
“Your skin is so soft! Oh my, it’s incredible!”
My heart was racing, and I fought the urge to close my eyes and just enjoy his touch. Mom would be there any minute, and we were in a well-lit lobby that had thin curtains over the windows.
My Callahan switched legs, and moved his hands up and down again, “I have never felt skin this soft before.”
His words and his hands were giving me tingles. When he got to my thigh, he squeezed, and I flinched.
“I’m sorry, did that hurt you?”
“No.”
“You sure?
“Well, I had a Charlie horse from the last game, and it was in that area, but you’re not hurting me.”
“Would it be all right if I massaged it for you?”
I saw a car turn into the parking lot before I could answer. I moved away to grab my things. I was embarrassed that I enjoyed him touching me like that, and didn’t know what to say. He seemed kind of embarrassed too, but then thanked me and said he hoped he wasn’t making me feel violated. I assured him that he was fine, and quickly left.
Mom told me Jerome called, and that I could call back but had to be off the phone at 11. I called when I got to my room. We talked a little about the movie and whispered about the kissing, until it was time to hang up. I jumped in the shower, and focused the shower head on my clit while thinking about Jerome before getting out.
I was scheduled to work breakfast and lunch that next day, and was nervous about seeing Mr. Callahan. He spoke to me about as normally as any other time, so I did the same – though our usual flirtations after that didn’t occur. After breakfast was over, I found a piece of paper with my name on it at his seat. He had written me a note saying how much he enjoyed touching my legs, and he hoped that I still didn’t feel like he was violating me. He also said I was all he thought about the whole night, and was looking very forward to seeing me that morning. He asked me to excuse him if he’s not be totally normal with me because he didn’t know how I would feel about what happened.
The note made me smile. His concern was just another example to me of how sweet he was. I thought about his note all while I washed dishes and set up for lunch. During my break I decided to write a note back to him. I thanked him for the note, then wasn’t sure what to say next. It turned me on to let him touch me like that, but I couldn’t tell him that no matter how fast my heart raced at the thought. I found some other things to do, until it got close to lunch time. I went with my racing heart and told him that I wouldn’t mind it happening again.
I left the note in his napkin, and tried my best to act normal as the dining room filled up. The Callahan’s came in, and I ducked into the kitchen. I watched through the window as he found my note. He excused himself from the table, and when he came back I was busy serving. When i glanced over at his table, he winked at me. I had such a fluttering sensation in my stomach the rest of my shift, it was hard to act normal. He and his wife were sitting on “our” bench in the lobby when I left for the day. I gave him a quick wave on my way out the door, and he gave me a big smile.
At lunch in school, I asked my best friend if any older men had ever paid attention to her. She wasn’t a whole lot more shapely than I was, but at least she had a couple of boyfriends. She said some older man was always smiling at her or checking her butt as she walked by. I asked if it bothered her.
“A little, especially from the ones that are with their wives, but it’s also kind of flattering too. Do you get any attention like that?”
“I get about as much from them as I get from the boys at school – little to none.”
“But there’s Jerome,” she nudged me, and we laughed.
I ate for few minutes, then asked, “Has one ever done more than look at you?”
“One what, older man?”
“Yeah.”
“You mean like try to talk to me?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve had a couple help me with bags, or say something when they held a door for me, but not like talk talk to me.”
“How would that make you feel?”
“Weird, I guess.” She looked at me, then her mouth dropped open and she moved her chair closer, “Is an older man coming on to you?”
I nodded my head, and she screamed.
“I’m not going to tell you who it is, so don’t even ask!”
“What happened?”
“I was waiting somewhere one day, and this man that I kind of know sat and talked with me for while.”
“And?”
I blushed, “And he kind of put his hand on my knee, and I . . . didn’t move away.”
“Are you serious?” She lowered her voice, “Is it a teacher?”
“No! And I told you that I wasn’t going to tell you who it is.”
“Okay okay, but is he married?”
I thought for a second, then nodded my head.
“Nancy!”
“Nothing happened! It just his hand on my knee; that’s all it was!”
She moved closer, “Did it excite you?”
“Shut-up!” I pushed her away, then got up to toss my tray and head to class.
That night in bed, I tried to go right to sleep. With my eyes closed, images flashed vividly in my mind, and I felt the naughty sensations of he hands on my legs all over again. I remembered how high his hands went up my thighs, and how close he was to my ass. I thought about how I kind of wanted him to grab it. I thought about how I kind of wanted his hands to touch me other places as well.
Laying there my hand went one of the places I wished he’d touch me – between my legs. My panties had a wet spot. I rubbed my finger back and fort over it thinking about Mr. Callahan’s touch, making it grow bigger and bigger. Without coming form under the covers, I raised my hips to pull my panties off. Since I was already going to be naughty, I took a quick sniff before dropping them to the floor.
I bent my knees and ran my fingers upward along my lips, one after the other. With each pass, they were a little more wet. I kept that teasing up for a while, then used my middle-two fingers to rub my clit. In my head, Mr. Callahan was touching it. His puffy fingers were rubbing it, with increasing intensity.
In my head, he came into my room and pulled back my covers to see me naked. He opened my legs and touched me all over my body. Them while still standing beside my bed, he pushed his fingers inside me and he brought me to an orgasm. I curled up and slept good – without putting my panties back on.
My next dinner shift wasn’t until Wednesday, and I was anxious for that day to arrive. I wore a skirt to school that day. I got some looks, but no compliments or offers for dates. That would have dampened my spirits a little, if it wasn’t for Mr. Callahan.
My heart actually skipped a beat when the final bell rang. I was so nervous about tipping my friend off as to what was going on, I left before she caught up to me. I arrived at work around the same time as usual – even though I could have run to work. I strolled through the lobby, hoping Mr. Callahan would see me, but I didn’t see him. I waited as long as I could, then changed into my uniform, and got ready to serve.
Mr. Callahan’s eyes lit up when he saw me come out of the kitchen. When I went over to pour his coffee, he slipped a note to me. I made an excuse to go to the back of the kitchen to read it. He said he hoped I wouldn’t mind keeping me company until my ride arrived this evening. I quickly wrote back that I had a skirt with me just for the occasion.
From that point on, dinner service took forever! Whenever I thought all dinners were out, another resident would come around the corner. I took a moment to go into the office and tell my Mom that there was going to be a quick meeting after my shift, so to come about 30 minutes later than usual. She wasn’t happy about a meeting on a school night, but I told her it was real important.
I started clearing dishes away as soon as people left their tables. I didn’t see Mr. Callahan leave, and there wasn’t another note at his seat. I finished cleaning up and setting up for breakfast about 15 minutes faster than usual. I made sure everything was done, then clocked out and changed back into my skirt.
I went to the bench in the lobby, and waited. Mr. Callahan came around the corner about 10 minutes later. Our smiles showed how eager we were to see each other. He sat beside me, and I turned towards him putting my knee close to him. He asked me how school was, and I gave him a rundown of my week to that point. Near the end his hand touched my leg and moved along to my knee.
I got goosebumps. I sat there while he rubbed my leg – almost closing my eyes, but open just enough to watch in case Mom pulled up.
“So smooth,” he hummed. “So so so smooth.”
I shifted slightly to open my legs more hoping he’d go higher up my thigh, but he didn’t. Instead he asked me to stand again. I smiled and took my place in front of him. He repeated what he did last time, having me turn around and going from my calf to my thigh on each leg. This time, he went higher. I took a deep breath when I felt his hands slide across my cheeks.
“Unbelievable,” he hummed, with a squeeze.
I totally agreed with him. It was unbelievable that I was standing in a lobby letting an older, white man rub my ass – and liking it.
He ran his hands back down my thighs, then he lifted the back of my skirt. I heard him gasp, and then I felt his hands touch my ass again.
I kept moving my head to watch the hallway, and the parking lot. As long as no one came in either direction, I was going to let him enjoy my ass.
He asked if I as okay, and I nodded. He then tucked the hem of my skirt into the waistband, and me to lean forward. leaned about halfway, but didn’t feel his hands anymore. I looked back and he was staring at my ass and whispering, “Goodness.”
I blushed real hard, but then went back to looking out. Mr. Callahan had me so aroused, I was starting to smell my arousal.
“Move your feet apart, please.”
I moved my feet shoulder length apart, and felt his fingers slide across the wet crotch of my panties. I was so sensitive, my knees trembled. Then I heard him suck his fingers, and heart almost jumped out of my chest. I leaned over a little further and put my hands on my knees to steady myself – still watching the hall and the parking lot. He kept his fingers moving back and forth across my panties, and I soon started moving with them and trying not to moan.
Then he stopped, and then his fingers went inside the waistband of my panties.
“Do you mind?” he gently pulled them.
“No,” I said before my better judgment could kick in. As I felt my panties inching down over my ass, I chickened out. “Wait, I can’t.”
“Someone coming?”
“No, but this is too wide open. I’m sorry.”
“I want to smell you. I started smelling you a few minutes ago, but I wanted to get real close and sniff.
I blushed and looked away.
“Come here, and face me this time.”
I stood up, turned, and was right between his legs. He rubbed my thighs again, going under my skirt. He was looking in my eyes the whole time; I still kept an eye on the hallway and parking lot.
“I’m glad you like this. Really glad.” His hands found my panty-waistband again. I kinda backed away a little, but he held me from getting too far. “I just want to sniff.” He put his nose where my thighs parted, and breathed in. I was so turned on by him doing that, I put my hands in his head to hold him there.
He sat back looking at me, and said, “You smell incredible!”
“Thank you,” squeaked out of my mouth,
“Show it to me.”
“Show it to you?”
“Show me your pussy,” he said softly demanding, and my heart skipped.
I looked back and forth from the hallway to the kitchen at least five times in a second, then I pulled my panties to the side. He grabbed the waistband, brushing my hand out of the way, and snatched them down to my knees.
“Wait,” I reached to pull them back up, but he brushed my hands away again.
“Shhhhhh,” he lifted the front of my skirt out of the way and saw my pussy. “Holy cow!” He tucked the hem in the front, like he did with the back, then put his hands on my thighs. He brushed his thumbs through my pubic hair, almost like he was mesmerized. Then he leaned forward, and took a long sniff. My knees almost gave way again, but I kept my balance. He leaned back for a second and looked me up and down, then leaned back in for another sniff.
I felt his foot hitting on the inside of mine, and moved meet farther apart. Then I felt his thumbs rub my lips before opening them. I wanted so bad to close my eyes and get lost in that moment, but I knew I couldn’t. He certainly wasn’t watching to see if anyone was coming, and who knows what would happen if we were.
“Your pussy is beautiful, girl,” he said as he rubbed my lips more, “and so wet!”
Looking down for a moment, all I saw was the top of his balding head, with the little bit of white hair he had left. Looking back up, I saw headlights turn into the parking lot. Right then, he licked my clit. The sudden sensation knocked me off my feet, right to my ass.
He got up to help me up, “I’m so sorry!”
I couldn’t answer, or move. I needed to be still for minute, or else an orgasm would start because I was so on the edge of one.
He noticed the headlights, and said he guess it was a good thing I fell out of view. Then he started pulling my panties the rest of the way off.
“What are you doing?”
I need to keep these, if you don’t mind.”
“What am I going to wear home? I can’t ride with my mom like this!”
“You have your uniform pants, right?”
I nodded and started to reach for my bag. When I shifted, he started wiping my pussy with my panties. “Ohhhhhhh!” I screamed for a hot second, before slapping both hands over my mouth.
He opened my legs wider, knelt between them, and rubbed my pussy thru my panties until I came. He put his fingers a little inside, and finished wiping, then got my pants out of my bag for me to put on.
As I moved out of the view of the window and straightened myself up, I saw him smelling my panties, which started to make me feel tingly all over again. I grabbed my bag and hurried out the door.
*© ADM*
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/l1hat6/mr_callahans_touch_mffictioninterracialage
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