"Let me." Brad whispered.I handed him the tube and he applied a generous amount to his cock.Cupping it in his hand he pumped his hand along the shaft ... few timesand reached for my shirt. He pulled me closer and I almost fell ontohim. I caught my balance and sat back, my knees bent under me. He put alarge dollop of the slick lube in his hand and moved his hand between myknees.I watched mesmerized by how he just took control over me, over what hewanted from me. His hand felt warm, but the lube. .. In the summer, it is usually pleasant not hot really and a mild wind seems to blow all the time but this year was different, call it climate change or just bad luck but this year was hot...smothering hot and humid but no rain. I'm known as Jr and being 64 well it has its advantages and drawbacks ...being a part time sales man it was easy for my customers to remember ....but I took a ribbing for many years because J was for Jean... Dads funny idea R was my last initial but most just called. "Excuse me, miss. Can I ask you a question?" His English was fine, but he had a noticable accent and I could tell he probably wasn't born here. He also smelled like he didn't wear deodorant or wash his clothes often."Umm... is something wrong?" I asked. I was sure he wasn't a store manager or mall security, but you never know. My assumption was that maybe he owned the pretzel stand I'd been eating out of business for the past few months since we were standing right there, so I followed him. "Clair, Clarinet, what happened, did I hurt you?" he asked, hisvoice frantic. He had heard that it hurt the first time for a girl, andhe frantically began looking her over search of hurts. He couldn't tell what she was saying, her voice too choked withsobs to say anything coherent. Taking her into his arms, he rocked herback and forth. He heard her sniff, then in a ragged voice said," I'm sorry. Thisnever should have happened." She lay limply in his arms. Although embarrassed by what.