I opened the screen door with a welcoming smile and ushered her in. She moved quickly to me and wrapped her arms around my neck pushing her ample breasts against my ribs. She stretched up for a kiss and I bent to accept it. I had always liked Frankie as an exuberant pre-teen and teenager. She was fourteen when Anna died and I hadn’t seen her since I moved to the lake ten years ago.
Frankie broke our embrace and eagerly said, “I see Joyce’s car is here. I hope I’m not too late.”
“Too late for what?” I said. She looked a little sheepish and looked around me to see her older sister and niece arguing back and forth on the deck.
Frankie said, “What are they arguing about?” I didn’t have a clue and I just shrugged my shoulder and raised my hands out at waist level.
“Maybe we should go out and find out,” I said and motioned for Frankie to lead the way. I couldn’t help but examine her gorgeous ass as the flimsy wrap swished with the exaggerated movement of her hips.
I started to follow her onto the deck. I realized that I was being drawn along behind that ass like a magnet and my cock twitched and hardened again. I stopped and loudly announced that I would make a pitcher of my signature cocktail. I hadn’t made one since I moved here. In truth, I figured the three of them were up to something and I’d find out by letting them discuss it amongst themselves. I listened through an open window as I mixed the pitcher full of mostly rum, with orange juice, pineapple juice and blue curacao for effect. I had seen Joyce totally blasted on this concoction on a few occasions. I remembered that she had sworn off this cocktail after a bad hang-over many years ago. I was curious to see if she’d remember that.
Joyce was explaining to Frankie that I already had someone ‘cleaning my clock’ as she put it and went on to suggest that I was probably having sex when she and Angela arrived. The detective in her went on to state that the ‘clock cleaner’ must be a neighbor or live close by because there was no car in the driveway or street when they arrived. I was always amazed at Joyce’s observational skills. She was in the perfect profession.
Angela was obviously frustrated as she said, “I don’t care. I’ve been diddling myself all the way out here in anticipation of seducing Uncle Jack and getting it on with him. I’m so horny I can’t stand it anymore. Frankie, you should have been here when we got here. He had a huge boner in his shorts. I was going to jump him right there.” Her fingers were inside her shorts digging into her pussy.
Frankie spoke up, “Joyce, are you absolutely certain that he has someone after all these years?”
Joyce said, “I’m ninety percent certain. Do you think we should follow through with our plan to seduce him? I admit that the size of that bulge in his shorts took my breath away.” Angela was nodding vigorously and her eyes pleaded with Frankie for her to agree.
Frankie was silent as she scanned back and forth between Angela’s pleading eyes and Joyce’s well practiced poker-face. I smiled to myself as I dumped ice into the pitcher. Now that I knew what they were here for I waited to see if Frankie would make their decision to proceed with their plan unanimous. I put the pitcher and four glasses on a tray and headed for the deck via the breezeway. As I stepped onto the deck, Angela jumped out of her chair with a cheer, pumping her fist in the air. I smiled knowing what Frankie’s decision must have been. Now I had to play dumb and let them execute their planned seduction.