I quickly went to work and noticed Mr. Reynolds would watch me through his patio door and then kitchen window. At that point was when my brain kicked into full gear. I realized his lawn was not in very bad shape. He seemed to be watching me closely and I knew that he was enjoying the view.
My naughty side began kicking into gear and I could feel my pussy beginning to get wet imagining what he was doing as he stood at that window. I thought he must really like seeing me in my tight shorts with my bared stomach.
I glanced over to my house and there was no sign of my parents at all.
Knowing that Mr. Reynolds lived alone, but not sure why, I also realized he must be starving for female attention. It is not healthy for a man to go without sexual release and I wondered if he was getting some of that now as he watched me. The dirty idea of it was turning me on. That this much older man would stroke his cock while watching my tight teen body had me almost trembling.
I was shocked when I realized that my pleasant day dreams had prevented me from realizing I was practically finished. As soon as the last cut was made I shut off the mower and stood up. It was a hot summer evening and I was dripping with sweat.
“Yukio, come on over here darlin’.” Mr Reynolds called out to me.
I turned to see him standing at his back door holding it open. I walked over to him and he said “Come on inside. Have a cold drink and a cool towel.”
When I reached the door I slipped off my running shoes and bent down removing my socks. There were grass clippings on them. I did not wish to track them into his home. When I stood up he was still holding the door open for me and I stepped in past him into his kitchen.
He was a lot taller than me, maybe six feet tall, and had changed from his shorts to a pair of track pants. The effects of his air conditioning hit me quickly. I could feel the cool air washing over me and my nipples, already aroused from my earlier naughty thoughts, got hard as diamonds. I knew without having to check that he would be able to see them pressing against my shirt.
“Come on over to the table.” he gestured and I walked ahead of him there and he invited me to sit.
I sat down and folded my hands on my lap. He smiled at that and said “Here you go, this should refresh you.” and set down an iced tea in front of me. He walked out of the room and I decided to wait for his return before taking a sip.
When he came in he was carrying a damp wash cloths and small towel with him.
“May I see you hands please?” He asked.
I smiled at him and held them up. He took each one inside the damp cloth and gently used his own hands to wipe mine down. He seemed to enjoy doing this and was almost massaging them as he stood above me. I kept my head down watching his hands on mine. Part of me wondered just how much this old man wanted me. Was it simply loneliness? What was he thinking? Even I knew that his actions were not exactly normal at this point.
He finished refreshing my hands and said “Look up please Yukio.”
I turned my face up towards him. Sitting there with my hands folded delicately in my lap. We made eye contact and He gently brought another cloth up and delicately began to pat and wipe the sweat from my forehead and cheeks. I kept eye contact with him for a moment and then slowly closed my eyes and simply allowed him to do this. When I had looked into his eyes I saw admiration mixed with loneliness.
When he finished caring for me face I felt his finger gently touch me cheek. I opened my eyes then and looked right into his. The sudden action of opening my eyes seemed to have snapped him out of whatever trance he was in.
“Sorry… I… I thought I missed a clipping” he said hurriedly stepping back and handing me the dry towel. I accepted it from him with a smile and said s soft “Thank you.”
As I was gently drying my hands I watched him as he brought over some sliced mango and he set a small plate in front of me as well. I gently folded the towel and set it down and lifted my drink with both hands and took a slow and savouring sip of the sweet tea he had prepared for me.
As I set it down I noticed he was simply standing and watching me. My reaction was to simply smile at him and said “This is very good, and made in the old way… the old fashioned way. Is that how I should say that?”
He smiled widely and said “You’re right there. It’s the way my Momma made it. I don’t care for the store bought kind.” He sat down with me as I lifted it to take another sip.
“You’re just a proper little lady aren’t you. You really are a graceful little thing.” He said smiling at me.
“Thank you. The tea is very good.” I said smiling back at him.
He was watching me and I saw that far away look creeping into his eyes again.
“What are you thinking about Mr. Reynolds?” I asked in a gentle tone.
He blinked and shook his head saying “Ah it’s nothing darlin, just an old man remembering.”
“Do I remind you of someone?” I asked.
He looked at me and swallowed and said “Yes”. I could see his eyes were becoming moist.
“Oh I am sorry Mr. Reynolds. I do not mean to make you upset, sometimes I am thoughtless and ask questions I should not. Please forgive, I am sorry.” I said and lowered my head staring at my hands. He seemed like a very nice man and for whatever reason I was reminding him of a bad time. Despite my earlier naughty thoughts I realized I had blundered into causing him pain. I did not want to look at him. I wanted to allow him time to compose himself and not shame him by having me see his emotional pain.
“Yukio you don’t have to apologize. It’s not you that is to blame for anything. As time passes and being alone an old man can spend too much time thinking about the past.” He said in sort of a distant voice.
“Watching you and sitting here with you just reminded me so vividly of one of the best times of my life… long ago, during the war. It was 1971 and I was on leave from Vietnam. I didn’t really have any reason to fly home, so I went to Japan instead. That’s where I met her.” He said and just fell silent.
I looked up and could tell he was lost in his memory, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
He was not looking at me as he spoke, just staring off into a distant past.
“Her name was Mariko. I met her at a bar, she worked there as a Hostess. I had never seen anything or met anyone like her before. She was so small and so damn beautiful. When I spoke to her and heard her soft voice and discovered her gentle soul that was all it took. This big Texan just fell head over heels for her. We spent a month together, laughing and loving and just being so alive together. Every little thing Mariko did was magical and special and so perfect.” Mr. Reynolds said and fell silent again.
He pulled himself back into the present and looked at me and cleared his throat.
“But the war was on you see.” he continued “My time was not my own. At the end of that month I was so in love with her that I knew I had to do something to try and keep us together, I did not want her to disappear from my life. So like any guy in love I did the only thing I could think of… I asked her to marry me.”
He stopped and took a sip of his tea. “When she said no I just about died. She said she couldn’t marry me, that it would not work. Turned out she was supporting her parents and there was no way she could leave them. She loved me and she cried as she said no, but I knew she was right. It was not like she could just up and leave them. My tour in Vietnam was not over yet. So she made me promise to see her again… that I would visit again. It was 1971, it’s not like today, and I knew the shit storm that waited if I came back to Small Town USA with a pretty little Asian wife. Her parents would have had a fit too if she married a big ole white boy.” He fell silent again.
“Mr. Reynolds. What happened? Did you see Mariko again?” I asked after a minute of silence.
He turned and smiled at me in the most gentle way and said “You know what… I did. I went back to Japan to see her and I was so damn determined I would not allow us to be separated again. See, this Texan boy had some money and I had a great job waiting for me back in the States, an oil job. Well I just went and tracked her down right at her home. She was home and her parents were out. The second she saw me she had this light in her eyes like it was the 4th of July and we just held each other and kissed and we were so happy. Her parents came home and I’ll tell you what… they were a hard nut to crack!” He said as he started laughing.
I smiled brightly and nodded. I was completely wrapped up in his words and emotion.
“They were tough, but when I was done talking with them, they agreed to allow me to marry their daughter!” he said with a big smile on his face. “Well we married and eventually I got her to the States to live with me. That wasn’t all though, I managed to convince her parents to come as well. They were older and retired, but they had no one else and it just made it perfect. They were wonderful people.” His eyes were filled with warmth.
I actually clapped with happiness and said “So you married!!! Ah that is wonderful.”
Nodding, Mr. Reynolds said “We did and she gave me the best 35 years any man could ever ask for.”
Realizing that his wife had passed away I simply sat there for a moment and said “You know, none of us a guaranteed a time… we simply have to make the most of what we have. It sounds like you both did. I wish I could have met her.”
“You know, you sound just like her. She got sick and it all happened fast. That was almost 6 year ago, but I still remember her gentle smile as she said something similar to me.” He said.
I sat in silence with him for a time. Words do not always need to be said.
“I’m just about the most depressing host on the planet huh darlin?” he said abruptly.
“Oh No! Mr. Reynolds you are wonderful host and thank you for sharing so much with me. I enjoyed myself very much.” I said smiling at him. “The Mango was delicious also.”
He smiled and said “Mariko loved Mango, I thought you might too.”
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