Hank is pleasantly surprised by the kindness of strangers

Hank stepped up behind the thinly dressed lady to assist her moving around things in the back of their car she was bent over trying to shift things around. He tried to ignore how prominently her round ass was protruding or the obvious purple thong shining through, reflecting the parking lot’s lights as he moved around his cart of her supplies.

When Vyki bent into the back of the car to make room for the supplies, she was almost too distracted as her perfume she applied earlier almost seemed to **** her senses. She momentarily worried it was from putting too much on, but her brain drifted off again to her nose being buried in Mistress’s leather pants before she heard Hank say something behind her.

Not making out what he said and embarrassed for being too distracted to pay attention to him, she stepped back to focus on the nice, old man’s statement. “Wha...” was all Vyki got out before her heel had stepped onto the steel toe of Hank’s boot as she started to stand up. Vyki’s backward momentum of her upper body continued backward although her foot stopped shifting weight encountering the unexpected bump. Vyki put her arms out to try to catch the side of the car as she took a hesitant step with her other leg outward to catch her momentum.

Hank felt the added weight on his boot and saw her begin to flail and reached out to try to steady her. Instinctively, he planted his other foot quickly to the side to balance himself and provide stability for her, however, he felt the toe over the tip of her shoe under his boot and he tried to shift it quickly.

This all led to an improper state of balance for both of them as Hank’s momentum reaching out to assist her began to overtake Vyki’s momentum from his added mass of his gut that met her lower back and ass. With both now moving forward and each only really able to steady themselves on one leg each, their bodies bent into each other as Vyki’s torso fell on her fake chest in the back of the cleared-out space. Feeling him land squarely on her back, Vyki began to giggle thinking of the goofy picture this action provided externally and openly guffawed as she felt a sold round item land between her cheeks before giggling even further remembering a silly joke about a pocket.

Hank was suddenly realizing he was falling into this lady and his mind seemed to be a washed with thoughts and emotions thinking of his very long dry spell and suddenly relieving it here and now against her beautiful ass. However, he quickly realized how inappropriate and absurd it was, chastising himself for even having such lewd thoughts as he tried quickly to find a handhold of the car to grab hold and stand up. As he stood up, he was glad to hear her laughing at the situation and not about to tear his head off. “Sorry about that, ma’am,” Hank said not making a, a major effort to move away quickly with her apparent good nature about the situation and piqued his curiosity as she continued to giggle. “Something funny or just the silly situation.”

Vyki felt the man stand back up and figured she’d share the joke as she looked over her shoulder at him flipping her hair while she tried her best southern belle voice and said, “just thought... ‘Is that a screwdriver in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?’” following with more giggles.

Hank hung is head bashfully and stepped back to give the lady some room. Fiddling in his vest pocket, he shyly responded, “is just my multi bit, miss.”

Happy enough with the cleared space she had fallen into and feeling Hank move away from her, Vyki rolled over to sit on the other side of the bumper. Hearing his quiet response, Vyki felt like keeping the joke going and responded with a pout, “awwww, you’re not happy to see me, Hanky?”

Hank was trying to figure out if it was just his imagination or was this MILF really trying to flirt with him. It’d been so long since he’d been in the dating world, he wondered if women really were just that forward now. He’d heard break room talk of cougars going after some of the young guys but was this lady just some prostitute looking for her next gig. Could she tell she had almost sounded like his passed-on wife calling him ‘Hanky’. “Uh, no, miss, always uh happy to help out uh customer.”

Vyki was getting such a weird rush as she could see the nice man getting so flustered and his face flush with red while he tried to fumble with the cart’s contents and get them into the back of the car without dropping or damaging anything. Enjoying the teasing of the pout, she kept it going, “so, I’m just like any old customer to you, Hanky-poo? Just a trunk to stuff junk into?”

Hank nearly dropped the bundle of lumber he’d picked up as he stumbled while attempting to put the last pieces in only barely successfully trigger the last next to him giggle quite a bit. Hank tried to hide willing the tears that has crypt to his eyes.

Vyki seeing this emotion, suddenly felt she had taken the joshing too far and immediately stiffed her giggle as she reached her hand out to comfort, “oh, Hank. I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to upset you. Was just having a little fun.”

“Heh,” the man said as he sniffled a bit back. “I can take a good teasing like any fella. Just been a while since anyone called me ‘Hanky-poo’” Hank explained as a couple tears snuck down his chuckling face. “Not since Nancy passed on…shoot 4 years now.” Hank said shaking his head.

“Aww,” Vyki said as she slid down the bumper closer to him before earnestly continuing, “I’m so sorry, Mr. Hank. I had no idea. My deepest condolences.”

“Aww, it’s alright, miss,” Hank assured with a sniffle. “Your red hair actually reminds me of hers. Almost smells like her too,” Hank said lightly stroking her hair before leaning into breath it in a bit, his heart quickening as he enjoys her touch. “No one has touched me like that since her either.” Hank was amazed that a woman would be so forward, but if that’s what a modern feminist was like he wasn’t about to object.

Vyki smiled as she realized she was bringing the man pleasurable memories. She had to admit this perfume was intoxicating and the incessant vibration seemed to not let up either, almost bouncing against the bumper causing such a lustful distraction. Or at least that’s what she told herself as she looked at the hand placed on his front pocket where she had reached to comfort him and had just felt a substantial twitch like a garden hose pressurizing in his pants. Vyki rubbed her hand around trying to identify what type of hardware was in his pocket when she finally realized. “Oh my God! It’s that your dick??” Vyki said both surprise in touching it but shocked at its girth.

Hank for his part was still shocked to feel the woman’s hand griping and rubbing his cock even through his jeans. “Uh… um… ya… it uh… is.”

Vyki was sure it had to be something else as no guy would really have cock like that and definitely not some short Santa looking guy. Without really thinking about what she was doing but just in awe of the improbability, Vyki pulled on his waistband and tried to look in, but the shadows and his gut prevented her from seeing anything. With no other way to verify the validity of its existence, Vyki reached her hand under his gut into his waist band. It didn’t take her long to find the thick, fleshy appendage. Trying to gauge its size, Vyki wrapped her hand around his phallus, not able to fully encompass her fingers around it, yet as she moved her hand down towards the base it didn’t seem much longer than her palm was wide and brought her hand up to verify the length. Vyki looked up to Hank’s face shocked by the size not really registering she was holding a man’s cock in the parking lot where he works.

Hank was totally shocked by this experience. On the one hand, a pretty lady was touching his cock, and it was the first time in years anyone else had touched him. On the other, he was in the parking lot at work and some lady was about to get him fired. Looking at her soft blue eyes and open mouth looking at him, he wasn’t sure if she was flirting or menacing. “Miss... I... no one’s.... years since my wife....,” Hank rambled incoherently, his voice breaking and wavering even as his cock flexed inside his pants under her tutelage.

Vyki suddenly realized the man hadn’t been with anyone in years and he was nervous, afraid, and apparently horny as hell. She felt sorry, pity, and.... control over him. She realized she could dictate his next action as he took no motion. She could give him joy, deny him release, or punish him; it was all up to her, and he was just waiting for her. A rush of arousal and lust ramped up even more in her. In that moment, she liked the idea of the poor, nice man getting relief & enjoyment he deserved, and slowly started moving her hand up and down his cock. “Oh, Hanky, it's been so long, baby,” she moaned seductively rocking her hips on the bumper trying to enforce her own enjoyment and show him some view as she reached up and placed her free hand on his cheek, feel the soft cushion of his beard.

Hank shuddered as the woman’s soft hand manipulated his cock in his pants as her other hand seemed to complete a circuit rushing electricity through his face as the soft gesture of cupping his head seemed to add a comfort and intimacy, he forgotten how much he missed. Unfortunately, it had been so long since he’d had release and he was getting such a sexy show from this lady since she walked into the store, he wasn’t about to last long. Closing his eyes, he could feel he was close as he whispered out pleading forgiveness from his departed wife, “oh, Nancy...”

Vyki could feel the precum streaming down onto her hand and his cock twitching, seeing his face flush and hearing him calling out for his wife, Vyki knew the man must be remembering an intimate moment as he closed in. Not wanting the man to miss anything and feeling such heat within herself, she moved her hands just enough to lightly grip the back of his jaw and guide his face over to her.

Hank could feel the woman pulling him over as she continued to work his dick more and more as his mouth opened while as his panting increased trying to get his body enough oxygen for the raising heart rate. Within moments, his eyes shot open seeing her red hair before him as her soft lips met his. Feeling her tongue enter his open mouth teasing his tongue caused a final sensation that sent him over the edge, and he couldn’t help but moan into the woman’s mouth as his balls erupted into her hand.

Vyki could tell the man was close as her lips tickled along his mustache just before making contact with him and she moved the palm of her hand up to protect the tip of his cock from exploding over his pants. She had never kissed anyone with facial hair so intimately and she could almost feel every follicle dance across her coated skin as she felt a low rumbling moan echo through his mouth into hers.

Hank stayed there for several minutes, his cock twitching and exploding into her hand as he kissed and made out with the lovely lady. He knew he might get fired but for the next few seconds, he didn’t care as this sultry angel gave him so much enjoyment and intimate fun he never had. It was all suddenly stopped as he heard a through clear to their side. Breaking the kiss, he turned his head to see how much trouble he was in.