He can use you, as it turns out

The man looks you up and down, and you squirm a little under his scrutiny, remembering how you're dressed. True, over the last two weeks you've been exposing more and more flesh everyday - and by now you're pretty much used to being without underwear - but you're not quite as used to showing vast amounts of skin. Your comfort zone hasn't grown quite as much as the amount of skin exposed each day, and the fact that he looks to be dressed for a fancy event makes you feel even more self-conscious.

"Uh, never mind," you say, turning to go.

"Wait," he commands, and you freeze, turning back to him.

"As it happens I can use you," he says, not a trace of a leer on his face, which surprises you. That's another thing you've gotten ever more used to over the last two weeks. "My assistant is sick today and I can use a helping hand. I believe that you'll do fine."

"Oh! Well, um, what would I be doing?" you ask, bouncing a little at the happy thought of making a bit of money.

"To start with I need to get my supplies from this truck," he motions to the blocked-in truck. "Unfortunately, while I stepped away someone parked this van here, making it difficult for me to get in to my supplies."

"Oh! So you want me to open it? Or, uh, find the guy who owns the van? Or is there another way in?" you ask, bobbing around as if you'd find a new door on the back, side, or underside of the truck, or the van driver walking around.

Looking at you with bemusement the man continues. "I've been pondering how to get the truck open. With the van on one side and a car on the other I don't have any room to maneuver."

Smiling up at him you give his hand a limp shake, though his own grip is much firmer than you'd have thought from a man so slim. "I'm Jenny Rainwood," you say with a smile.

The man's lips twist into a small smile and he bows over your hand. "Max," he says, before applying his lips to your slightly sweaty skin. For a moment you stare, feeling the heat of his lips linger even after he rises again, releasing your hand.

"Uh... could you push the car?" you ask, recovering your wits while marvelling at how tall he looks. His slenderness and hat contribute to the appearance of height as well as making him seem dapper. The cane helps add to the air of a fancy gentleman. Looking at that cane again makes you realize how thoughtless it was of you to suggest physical effort to an obviously handicapped person.

"Sorry, nevermind, I, uh, I'll try myself!" you say, hurriedly trotting the length of the truck to the rear end - your own being watched by the 'gentleman'.

"I'll just see if it'll move," you say, looking dubiously at the old car. While it looks like someone has put a lot of effort into fixing it up, the gleaming car still looks way out of fashion. Still... "Maybe they left the brake off," you say, and push.

No matter how hard you push, or how far over you lean the only thing that moves is the man's fly, nudged on the the spectacular, unfetter look he's getting at your bare buttocks and the treasures below.

"Well..." you gasp. "I guess it's not moving."

"So I see," the man says dryly.

"Hey, there's a side door!" you exclaim, pointing to a narrow door in the side. It has a small lock on a latch, but you might be able to get in that way. Unfortunately, whoever built the truck didn't take into account small girls like you and you can't seem to reach the hand-holds. "Um, could you give me a boost?" you ask the man dubiously, not sure if he can do that with his physical impairment.

"I'd be happy to," Max says, moving slowly to the rungs leading upward. Instead of standing behind you, though, he stays in front of the rungs, facing away from the door.

"Um, I need to be able to reach the rungs," you tell him, trying to hint that he should move aside.

"Oh you're no doubt a very flexible girl. I'm sure you can reach them. Besides, standing like this gives me better support."

Reminded again of his cane and infirmity you feel foolish, and rapidly nod in understanding. "Right, of course. I'll just reach around..."

"Do feel free to lean against me," he helpfully suggests, and you nod again.

Thankfully Max isn't a thickset man, but even so trying to climb with him in front has you wrapping your legs awkwardly around him to reach the rungs. He helpfully puts his arms around you, and as your feet fumble with the rings your body slowly grinds its way up along his. Max's hands start on your upper back, but as you make your way up his hands go lower and lower on your back, distracting you as you feel his long fingers trailing along your bare skin.

It gets truly awkward in short order when you find yourself crotch to crotch with the older man, and you find yourself fumbling a little more, feet slipping off the rungs like they - or you - are moving. While you fumble and slip, your hips seemingly grinding against his, Max remains ever-helpful, even dropping his hands to your buttocks to pull you against him extra-hard so that you can reach farther and won't slip down quite so much.

After a seemingly long time of missing the rungs and slipping off them you manage to move upward, panting heavily from the strain and feeling extremely warm from the exertions. Max's fingers feel almost hot against your bare buttocks, and you're thankful when he moves them down to the bottom of your cheeks, letting your bum cheeks cool a little as they rest in the space between his thumb and his fingers, which curl in toward your inner thighs.

You think about asking him to move his fingers as you feel the sensitive skin of your upper thighs begin to heat up, and it feel a little uncomfortable having the man's fingers so incredibly close to your sex but you know that Max is a gentleman, and you don't want to sound distrustful or ungrateful, so you ignore his constantly shift grip as you clamber upward.

With the awkwardness of the crotch-to-crotch moment gone you find yourself sliding easily upward over a surprisingly strong torso, feeling the sensation of firm abs pressing against you and then his hard pecs. Apparently Max works out a lot.

Finally you find yourself perched atop Max's shoulders, and by curling one hand around the back of his head you're able to straighten your knees a bit onthe rung, lifting you up another six inches so that you can barely reach to lock.

It does, however, mean, that you're effectively forcing Max's mouth against your crotch, something that's driven home by tickling of his lips moving against your pussy, his hot breath blowing against your gash.

"Tell me when you're there," he says, trusting you to tell him when you're ready, apparently not realizing that you've already reached the goal. You just can't quite bring yourself to admit it yet.

"D... do you, ah, remember the, um, the combination?" you ask, trying not to twitch too much as you feel him twitching his nose, the tip rubbing a very sensitive part. You groan, missing his answer, and shift a little - to look down, of course. "Wh-what?"

"I said I think so," he repeats loudly, his words seemingly vibrating straight up your love channel, bouncing off the moistening walls and rattling their way through your excited body. His fingers shift, leaving one hand curling around your buttock and between your legs, the other moving into an upright 'L' shape, pointing up against your tailbone. Almost immediately you feel the lower hand's fingers grazing the rear-most portion of your pussy lips while his thumb, unfortunately, presses with **** against your rosebud.

Groaning a little at the sensation you miss his words again. "Wh-what?" you ask.

"Nevermind, I thought I remembered, but that's actually my PIN. Good thing you didn't hear, isn't it?" he asks, chuckling, which does funny things to your insides.

"Y-yeah," you say, nodding, and squirming a little. To get more comfortable, you tell yourself as his lower face rubs some more against your most sensitive parts and his thumb seems to rotate against your anus.

"Sixty-nine!" he exclaims, startling you.

"What?"

"That's the first number," he says, nodding so vigorous you nearly fall off. As it is you find your weight sliding backwards as you pussy spasms in a mini-orgasm. Fortunately Max doesn't seem to notice, and he's far too polite to make any comment when your sliding motion, combined with your sweat, part your rectum around his thumb, making his slender digit sink in to the base. Your pussy spasms again, more forcefully, and you absently hope that you're not going to be leaving a wet spot on Max's face.

"Sex...." you gasp.

"Nine. Sixty nine," Max helpfully repeats, nodding again. You groan, feeling weak, and clutch the back of his head tighter, which makes you feel a little weaker. Forcing yourself to concentrate on the task at hand you struggle to straighten up, sliding yourself up, moaning quietly as you lift yourself, nearly pulling your ass off his thumb, put stopping just short. After all, you can reach the lock at this height. Barely.

"O-okay... Next?"

"Hmm, let's see. Six," he says, though to your ears it sounds like he actually said sex. But just as he says it he slides the fingers between your legs further in for a better grip, resulting in them rubbing across your pussy lips. You twitch, quivering again, and feel his second thumb try to use your tailbone for support. Unfortunately it isn't quite long enough and presses against your occupied anus.

"S-sex?" you repeat, fighting the urge to hump his face and fingers as you feel yourself lapping against the edges of a bigger orgasm like a wave licking the shore.

"That's right, six," he says, nodding again, and your body clenches, rippling as the rubbing of his face against your dripping sex triggers a body-trembling orgasm. In the middle of it you feel your asshole part, twitching around the thumb already in it and eagerly swallowing the second.

"You alright, Jenny?" he asks, trying to look up, which only makes you cum again. God, it almost felt like he'd licked you that time, or that he'd twiddled his thumbs inside your ass. God you need to get laid. No, to get a hold of yourself so this poor older man won't suspect you're deliberately using him to get yourself off.

"Y-yes!" you squeak, feeling more like yelling it.

"Remember, six," he reminds you, again sounding just like he'd said sex. God you're such a pervert to think that. Hearing what you want to hear.

"O-okay," you say, reaching up to spin the dial and feeling the thumbs slowly withdraw until they reach the clenched rim. With the dial turned you sink back down again, feeling the thumbs slowly drive back up into you, forcing your nether lips to accomodate them.

Twitching through another mini-gasm you settle yourself eagerly atop his face, shamefully hoping that the lock will have several more numbers, wondering if it would be inappropriate to ask him to stick his tongue out.

"You ready?" he asks after you've said nothing for awhile. You straighten, realizing that you've been rotating your pelvis, making his thumbs move inside of you and your lips rub around his face.

"Yes," you gasp.

"What was that?" he tilts his head and you nearly lose it again.

"Yes," you gasp, again with no volume, so you **** some volume into it. "Yes!" you exclaim, entirely too loud, and slump in embarrassment, which has the unfortunate (?) side-effect of driving his thumbs deep and rubbing your slick lower lips against his. A whimper escapes you and you miss his words.

"What?"

"I said three-some."

"What?" you blink down at him. Did he just say...

"Three-seven. Thirty-seven," he says louder.

"O-oh!" you exclaim, feeling him trying to adjust his grip. Your body reaches for the boiling point again, barely coming up short.

"Three... some," you repeat in a whisper as you struggle to raise yourself. Unfortunately your legs seem so weak. It seems that everytime you try to lift yourself you lose strength just as you lose contact with his face. Up and down you seem to bounce, feeling the friction in your ass and the repeated light smack of your pussy hitting his face. The orgasm that's so close over-rules your judgement and you find yourself shamelessly rotating your crotch, delighting in the feel of your pussy lips sliding across his mouth, his nose constantly nudging your sex, and your rubbery rectum sliding up and down his thumbs, making them rotate within.

Finally you let out a cry of delight, cumming hard on the older man's face.

"Jenny?" a muffled voice says, as the haze of delight finally clears. "Are you alright?"

Realizing what you've done you feel all the heat in your body seemingly rush into your face, and you clap one hand over your eyes in shame. You just rutted against a poor defenseless old man. He's probably so shocked and scandalized that he'll need a paramedic.

"I... I'm s..s...sorry... I, uh, I..."