Me and Mr. Lee: By Purplecat.

This story is partially true and partially fantasy. I will
write the true part in `first person' and the fantasy part
in `third person.' that way you can tell the difference. I
don't like stories that are written in first person because
I think it limits the author in character creation and plot,
but in this case I think it's necessary.

It all started sometime ago. My husband and I were reading
erotic stories on the net. We usually printed them out and
read them together in bed. I guess you know what we wound up
doing. After months of this I became bored, with the stories
not with my husband. They were all done in first person and
were actually rather poorly done. Well some were okay, but
most were poorly done.

I'd never written anything, but a grocery list, but I
decided I could do a better job, when I told my husband
that, he challenged me to write one.

When I sat down at the computer, all I had was an idea,
actually a question. What would happen if a little girl was
left alone and discovered her parent's stash of pornography?
I began to write and right away the stash of pornography
became video's of her parents having sex. That was the
beginning of `Mandy.'

`Mandy' was quite successful. I sent it to a story site and
they sent it to several other sites. I began getting loads
of mail from people saying how it was the best story they'd
read on the Internet. Encouraged I wrote several other
stories and sent them to the same site.

I knew my writing ability was weak, but I managed to get the
thought across without confusing the reader too much. I
continued to write struggling with grammar and punctuation.
Because of the mail I got I decided I was a fair story
teller, but no writer.

About two years ago I received an email from a man named
Arthur Lee, not his real name. He'd read Mandy and was very
impressed with it. We continued to correspond and he
continued to flatter me on my story telling abilities. I was
so flattered that I sent him pictures of me. Not just me, I
mean ME! Stark naked. My husband had several pictures left
over from when we used to post them on the Internet.

That's when the flattery really began and he began to help
me. I found out that he was an English Professor and began
soliciting his help. I sent my new stories to him and he
would make corrections, comments, and suggestions in red and
return them to me.

He put me on to a little book called `the Elements of Style'
that helped me immensely.

He continued his flattery and I occasionally sent him
another picture. At this point he knew exactly what I looked
like from every angle, except for my eyes. Even so the
flattery didn't stop.

I have this really big butt. My husband says it's sexy, but
I'm kind of self conscious about it. My measurements are 37D-
26-39 that'll give you some idea how big my butt is. That
didn't bother Mr. Lee he, still laid on the compliments and
is still doing it today.

Over the last two years I think we have become friends, at
least I consider him my friend. I call him Art and he calls
me many things among them are Purplepassion Pussycat, Wonder
girl, and Supersexy Pussycat.

Art is seventy-eight years old, but with the mind of a young
man. He's always telling me of how he masturbates while
looking at my pictures. I know him to be a kind,
affectionate, dirty old man.

I'm a cosmetologist and twice a year I go to a seminar where
I learn about all of the new techniques and cosmetics. My
husband hates it when this happens because he has to do
everything, but I'm never gone more than two days. This
year's seminar is when the next part of the story begins. In
this part my name is DiDi Ward, not really my name, but for
this part it's me.


DiDi Ward sat in her chair with her stocking feet on the
bed. The seminar she was attending was held in the north
central part of the U.S. The first day had been good, but
tiring. She wished she hadn't made the date for dinner with
some of the other women. She wished she could stay in her
room and order room service and watch TV.

As she sat there a ridiculous thought came to her mind. She
had no Idea where it came from, but there it was. She took
the phone book from the night stand and thumbed through it.
To her surprise she found his name, `Lee, Arthur' just as
plain as day. She wondered if that could really be him. What
the heck, it wouldn't hurt to dial the number and see. She
dialed and waited.

Art Lee was sitting at his computer looking at the pictures
of his favorite correspondent. He was seriously
contemplating taking out his cock and spanking that dude for
being so hard. That's when the phone rang. He picked it up,

"Art Lee," he said.

"Art is that really you?" a female voice asked.

The voice sounded sexy, but he didn't recognize it. He
wasn't about to pass up a conversation with a voice that
sounded like that

"Yes my dear it's really me. Who is this?"

"Well I don't know if you know me or not, but if you do you
would know me as Purplecat."

There was a long silence.

"You're kidding. How did you know that name?"

"It's me Art, it's really me," DiDi said.

There was another silence.

"Have you been stealing my emails?" he asked.

"No Art it really is me, ask me something to prove it."

Another silence,

"Okay what color is your pussy?"

"Pink except when I'm excited and then it turns purple."

"My God it really is you. I can't believe it. How did you
get my number?"

"Looked in the phone book and there it was."

"Where are you?"

"I'm in a hotel right here in your town."

"This is unbelievable," he said.

"I would love to see you," she said.

"You would love to see me? I would kill to see you, but I'm
afraid I'm having trouble with my legs. Could you come
here?"

"What about your wife?"

"Her sister is sick and she's gone to nurse her for a couple
of days."

"I'm at the Plaza Hotel. How far is that from you?"

"Twenty minutes by cab," he said.

"See you in twenty minutes," she said.

DiDi forgot all about being tired. She made a quick call to
cancel her dinner date and in minutes gave Arts address to
the cab driver. As she rode along she wondered if he would
be anything like the mental picture she had of him. She
pictured him to be tall and lanky with grey hair and blue
eyes. She didn't know why she thought that, because he'd
never said anything about how he looked. He had told her he
was a descendent of the great southern General, Robert E.
Lee. Maybe that's where her vision of him came from.

When she pushed the button at his front door she was nervous
and excited. Would he still think she was beautiful after he
seen her in real life? Would he like her personality? A
thousand questions ran through her mind. The door began to
open and she held her breath. There he stood looking down at
her. He was tall and lanky and his hair was white. His eyes
were blue just as she had pictured them. She reached out her
hand.

"It really is you," he said, taking her hand in both of his.

"Yes it is and you look just the way I pictured you."

"You're much more beautiful than your pictures," he said.

She pushed his hand away and hugged him. Art felt her large
breast press into his chest and felt his cock lurch as it
became even harder than it had been from the anticipation of
seeing her. She backed away holding both of his hands in
hers.

"I never dreamed I would ever see you," he said.

"I couldn't believe it when I saw your name in the phone
book."

"Come in and let's talk." he said and led her to his living
room still holding her hand.

They sat on the couch staring at each other, neither of them
knowing what to say.

"I just wanted to tell you how much you have helped me," she
said.

"Your pictures were incentive enough. I can't believe how
beautiful your eyes are."

"I guess they're about the only thing I have that you
haven't seen," she said grinning.

In the pictures she sent him her eyes were always blocked
out except in a few where she wore sun glasses.

"You have to remember that I'm in the cosmetic business, you
should see me when I get up in the morning."

"I would love to," he grinned.

DiDi smiled, she realized the old man just hit on her. Well
why not, after all she'd called him and came to his house of
her own accord. What else could she expect? The question was
what she was going to do about it. She hadn't even thought
about having sex with him.

"Wow!" she said, "I never even thought about that
possibility."

"Please think about it while we talk. What do you want to
talk about?"

"I'm still a little confused about parenthetic phrases.
Could we talk about that?"

"Yes, but I'd rather talk about you," he said.

"Me? What about me?" she asked.

"I want to see you," he said.

"You're looking right at me. What do you mean?"

"You know, like in your pictures," he said.

DiDi knew he wanted to see her naked. She'd been showing off
her body since she was five. She continuously showed her pee
pee to Bobby Turner who lived next door to her. Throughout
her life that never changed, she really found it hard to
pass up an opportunity to display her body

"Well okay, but you have to promise that you won't take
advantage of me."

"Yes I promise. Oh God do I promise," he said.

DiDi stood up and began to display herself. First she took
off her sweater revealing her overflowing bra, Arts cock
dripped pre-cum onto his belly. Next off came her skirt she
wiggled as she pushed it over her wide hips. She was wearing
white cotton panties just like the ones his wife wore,
another drip on his belly. She sat down and took off her
shoes. Standing she turned around slowly letting him view
her from every angle.

"How do you like me so far?" she asked, smiling.

"Much better than your pictures, your tan is beautiful," he
said.

"There are tanning beds in the salon where I work. I keep my
body like this year round."

"Well it certainly is becumming, cumming spelled with a u,"
he said, grinning.

"You really are a dirty old man aren't you?"

"I sure am," he said, his eyes drinking in the image she was
presenting to him.

Smiling she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Holding
the bra in place with her arms she pulled the straps off her
shoulders and let them hang. Her smile turned to a wide grin
as she slowly lowered the cups. Art was holding his breath
as her beautiful breast came into his view. He knew she was
excited because her nipples were protruding and looked hard.
He was speechless.

Without waiting for a comment she turned around and hooked
her thumbs in her panties. Again he held his breath as she
slowly lowered them. She kept pushing them down until they
were around her ankles. She did it in one continuous motion,
but very slowly. Art stared at her upturned ass and her
plump pussy lips. This view was much like the first picture
she'd sent him. Three more drops of pre-cum dripped on his
belly.

Art wanted to get his tongue on that ass and pussy, which
was shaved just like in her pictures. He just had to touch
her ass.

She straightened up and looked over her shoulder.

"What do you think? I told you I have a big butt."

Art had to admit it was out of proportion to her waist. Her
butt made her waist look tiny.

"I think it gorgeous," he said.

"Do you really mean that or are you just saying it to be
kind?"

"No, I really mean it. Could I touch it?"

"Yes, I want you to see how hard it is."

Art's hands were shaking as he reached out and squeezed her
ass cheeks. They were as hard as his cock, well maybe not
that hard, but they were hard.

"All muscle, not an ounce of fat," she said, smiling.

Her skin was like satin, he wanted to just sit there with
his hand on her ass. His cock was now producing a study
stream of pre-cum. She turned around facing him and he tried
to adjust his hard cock in his pants.

"Oh I'm sorry, how inconsiderate of me. Here I am standing
here stark naked and not thinking at all about your needs.
If you want to masturbate go ahead I won't mind," she said.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. Go ahead," she said, standing there with her
hands on her hips and her large breast pointing at him.

Art couldn't stand anymore of this he unbuckled his belt and
pushed his pants and boxer short down past his balls and
began to masturbate.

DiDi was surprised his cock and balls didn't look old. In
fact they looked no older than her current husbands and for
that matter her previous husband's either. It was just as
big as either of theirs.

She watched him jerk on his hard cock. She sat down next to
him and pushed his hand away.

"Here let me do that," she said, and wrapped her fingers
around his cock.

The minute her fingers closed around his cock she realized
she'd made a mistake. If she'd thought about it for just one
second she wouldn't have done it, but now the damage was
done and there was no turning back.

There was no way DiDi could have a cock in her hand without
it going in her mouth and there was no way she could have
one in her mouth without it winding up in her pussy. As she
stroked Art's cock she was resigned to the outcome. Or was
it cum with a u?

She leaned over and took his cock into her mouth, they both
moaned. Unlike the heroines of her stories she'd never
learned to swallow a cock nor had she acquired a taste for
swallowing cum. She liked having a cock squirt in her mouth
and didn't mind the taste, but she couldn't stand to swallow
it. She didn't like eating raw oysters either.

She rose up and looked at him.

"Don't stop," he moaned.

"I'm not stopping until you cum, but I can't stand to
swallow the stuff. I need something to spit in," she said.

Art reached over and picked up a large ash tray and put in
on the couch next to him. DiDi went back to sucking. Art
moaned again as she used all of her cock sucking skills. He
groaned and moaned and caressed her large breast with his
hands.

She felt his body stiffen and his cock jerk in her mouth and
then her mouth was flooded with his sperm. She waited until
he stopped squirting and she felt his body relax. Leaning
across him she let his cum drool out into the ash tray.

She sat up and looked at him smiling. She still had his cock
in her hand and he still had her tits in his.

"My, that was a pleasant surprise," he said.

"I couldn't help it," she said.

"I'm certainly not complaining," he said, grinning, "Lay
back and let me return the favor,"

DiDi leaned forward and put her lips to his. She felt his
tongue lick her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked on his
tongue. His hands felt good on her breast. She squeezed his
soft cock. She wanted to fuck him and wondered how long it
would be before his cock would get hard again.

He broke the kiss and pushed her back, she lay down and
lifted her legs and spread them. He put his hands on her
thighs and stared at her open pussy,

"Your pussy really is purple," he said.

"Told ya," she giggled.

DiDi watched as he lowered his head and groaned when his
tongue entered her. He licked up over her urethra and then
her stiffened clit. He began to lick and suck at her pussy
like a starved man with his first bit of food in months. His
only thought in the world was making her have an orgasm and
her only thought was having one. They both were successful
she moaned as it ripped through her body.

He continued to gently lick her until her orgasm ebbed away.
He crawled over her and found her mouth with his and her
breast with his hands. She reached town and grabbed his
cock,

"It's hard," she said pleasantly surprised.

He rose up and looked at her grinning.

"There's not a man on this earth that can lick that pussy
without getting a hard-on," he said.

She led him to her soaked pussy and he slid into her easily.
They both moaned again, she, because his cock was so hard
and he, because her pussy was so warm. Neither of them was
in any hurry, they fucked each other lovingly neither of
them wanting it to ever be over.

They came at exactly the same time and lay there holding
each other.

Art struggled to his feet and retrieved a box of tissues
from across the room. He had his pants and boxers pulled up
but his cock and balls were hanging out. He sat down next to
her and he wiped his cock. She was still lying there
watching him. She playfully rubbed his cock with her foot,
while he gently cleaned his cum from her pussy.

They sat like that for hours mostly talking. Well actually
they didn't spend the whole time talking. When Art's cock
got hard they fucked, or ate each other.

She knew he was in bad health and was worried that she might
be the cause of his death. She told him that and he grinned,

My dear if I died making love to you, no matter which place
I went I would be the happiest man there."

She gave him free access to her body. He explored her with
his hands and touched most of her with his tongue. They
wound up in his bed, her naked and he wearing his pajamas.
She asked him why he wouldn't show her his body.

"When you get my age your body is not the most attractive
thing in the world. I would rather spare you the ordeal of
seeing it." He said, smiling.

She snuggled up against him and fell asleep.

The next morning he awoke her early. She showered, dressed,
and applied her make up. When she went into the kitchen He
had a pot of hot coffee and her breakfast of pancakes, eggs,
bacon, and sausage waiting for her. While she ate he called
a cab.

When the cab came he walked her to the door.

"I'm hoping you'll come back this evening," He said.

"Wild horses couldn't keep me away, but I can't spend the
night. I'm leaving in the morning and I have a flight at
nine," she said.

"Why don't you check out of the hotel this evening and bring
your bags here. In the morning you can go to the airport
from here."

She thought that was a good idea and agreed to do so.

The seminar was over early and she was back at Art's before
five P.M. by 5:30 she'd been sucked, fucked and sperm shot
in the mouth.

They spent the evening much like the evening before except
Art cooked her a delicious dinner. The night before they'd
both forgot all about dinner.

She slept snuggled up to him and in the morning when he woke
her she put her arms around him and they kissed.

"This may be the last time we see each other, let's make
love one more time," she whispered.

When she went out to the kitchen all dressed and ready to
go, he had made eggs Benedict which were her favorite.

When the cab came they stood at the door holding hands and
looking at each other.

"Thank you so much for coming."

"Is that with a u?" she giggled.

He laughed and kissed her.

"Take care of your self old man and stay alive, I plan on
being back next year," she grinned.

"I'll be here waiting," he said.

He walked her to the cab and kissed her again before she got
in. Art noticed the cab driver staring at him and smiled, he
knew what the cabby was thinking and felt proud.

She rolled the window down and smiled at him.

"I don't even know your name," he said.

"Sure you do," she said, grinning, as the cab pulled away,
"Its Purplecat."


That's the end of that part of the story, but not the end of
Mr. Lee and me. I am really thankful for the man and all
he's done for me, that's why I'm writing this.

I know I have a long way to go, but at least now I believe
I'm a writer. I still make mistakes in grammar and
punctuation. I will continue to learn and improve. Thanks to
Mr. Lee I now know I can do it.

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