Kat and Old Man

Kat and Old Man


I was sitting at a slot machine, lost in the beauty of the scantily clad sirens, as the reels spun. One hundred six free spins… total win, three dollars fifty cents. I had nothing else to do, so why not sit here, wasting money?

“Gueth who?” The tiny hands, and the lisp, gave Kat’s identity away immediately. Kat worked for her dad, as a second job, in the bingo hall. It was not far down the street, but it was only open on weekends.
I had seen her at the casino a couple of other times, usually with a girlfriend,Julie, from the insurance company, where she worked her regular job.

A very small girl of twenty two, she had short, dark hair, big, black eyes, and a small mouth, with a beautiful smile. The rest of her body was perfectly proportionate, with a tight, round ass, slim waist, and high, b-cup tits.
“Let me see….”, I pondered, “it must be Snow White, or Sleeping Beauty.”
Her little arms wrapped around me, hugged me soundly, and she said, “Yeah, you guessed it. It’h Snow White.”

I could never figure out why her lisp was only heard on the end of words. If the ‘s’ were in the middle, or on the front, of a word, she pronounced it perfectly. I really didn’t care, though, I just loved being around the bubbly girl.

After my wife and I had split, one of my older neighbors talked me into going with him to play bingo, and I discovered…I like it. As I got to know more of the people, both working and playing, I really enjoyed the social part of it. Speaking of social life, bingo is mostly played by women. Many of them are there, because they are lonely….which means pussy.
Yep, over the last three years, I’ve scored with eleven different women, aged twenty-seven, to fifty-one. Some only wanted one good fuck, others were looking for marriage. So far, I had been able to get what I want, without making commitments.

Kat didn’t know it, but I had spent five or six awesome nights with her mother, Bessie. Bessie and Kat’s dad, Jake, had divorced when Kat was nine years old. Jake was fucking several of the bingo customers, too, but (so I was told) I was Bessie’s first cock in eleven years.

Kat was married to a chicken-shit named Alex. They were married two months before their little girl, Sissy, was born. Kat swore that Alex was the only boy she’d ever screwed, but the asshole never hesitated to accuse her of other lovers, especially around other people.

I spun my chair around, and there she was, looking me straight in the eyes. Yes, she was that short, just under five feet tall. I didn’t even have to rise, in order to return her hug.
“You out chasing old men, tonight?”, I asked her. I’m just forty six, but she always calls me ‘old man’.
“No,” her eyes smiled as bright as her teeth, “my husband decided he wanted to come up here, but I’ve lost him in here somewhere. I need to find him, too. He ran off and left me here oneth before, but I called daddy, though, and he came for me.”

Never one to waste an opportunity to hit on a beautiful woman, I told her, “Next time he dumps you, call me, I’ll be happy to take you home….my home.” I hugged her again, scratching her back affectionately. She gave me a quick peck on the forehead, told me, “I’ll remember that, old man”, then said, “I gotta go see if I can find hith sorry ath.