Birthday treat for grandad Arthur, 73... and me
He lifts my dress as we kiss in that quiet corner, pulling it up at the sides, over my hips, and I sense his excitement as he looks down to look at my white knickers in the half light. He seems uncertain as to what to do next. When was the last time you felt a pussy, I ask him in a whisper. Oooo, maybe 10 years ago, he says, smiling. He would have been in his 60s then, now he has just celebrated his 73rd birthday. But looking younger and fitter than his age. I open my legs, take his hand and place it between my thighs to show him that his long wait is over, and sense again his excitement as I feel the warmth of his broad hairy hand cupping my cunt, that first touch is always sensational and I let out a low moan, no one will hear amid the hubbub of the party that is in full swing in the next room.
He is tentative, but soon he is stroking me slowly but firmly through my knickers, it delights me. I am in good hands. His courage growing, he moves his hand, pausing for a second before easing its way down the front of my knickers and cupping me again but this time it is my bare pussy flesh he is feeling, is he surprised to find it so wet and willing? A single finger runs along my slit, his knuckle bends and it is inside me, and then another, making my body tingle from head to toe.
I back up against the wall, reach down to pull my knickers to my knees, open my legs to allow him the freedom of my cunt, he is becoming more frantic, rubbing it hard, fingering it with relish, enjoying my most secret place which has become his to explore.
I am loving it of course, not even mindful of the fact that there are 20 people in the next room, I am focused only on the delight he is giving me, aware that my juices are flowing, that the sensations are building, that two maybe three fingers are now splitting my pussy lips and fucking me in strong manly strokes, making my body tremble and bringing me in a matter of minutes to a shuddering orgasm, making me weak at the knees and quivering with sheer delight. I am probably moaning, low and soft, but I want to cry out with pleasure.
He knows he has made me cum, his strokes are more gentle now, the excitement of orgasm subsides and is replaced by a warm and beautiful feeling of satisfaction. He kisses me again, I pull my knickers up, briefly touching my slit, so wet to the touch, my hairs coated in my own love juice. It isn't over.
When was the last time you had your cock sucked, I whisper. His only reply is, oh god. I sink to my knees, unzip him, he is swollen but not erect. I close my painted lips around it, use my tongue on his salty musky tip, feel it slowly harden and thicken in my mouth, he is looking down almost in disbelief at this woman young enough to be his daughter, sucking eagerly and lovingly on his gnarled but meaty penis. I do not expect him to last long. He doesn't. I look up, our eyes meet, he bucks against me, his warm manly spunk spurts into my throat, I drink it greedily until he is drained, sucking tenderly as his manhood softens in my mouth, a pleasant feeling for me with the taste of his cream on my lips and tongue.
He is zipping himself up, he moves towards me, he doesn't want to kiss my cum filled mouth I can tell but he plants a kiss on my neck, tells me I am wonderful, I tell him he is too. He wonders if I can come around again sometime. I tell him I would love to. But I never do.
He is tentative, but soon he is stroking me slowly but firmly through my knickers, it delights me. I am in good hands. His courage growing, he moves his hand, pausing for a second before easing its way down the front of my knickers and cupping me again but this time it is my bare pussy flesh he is feeling, is he surprised to find it so wet and willing? A single finger runs along my slit, his knuckle bends and it is inside me, and then another, making my body tingle from head to toe.
I back up against the wall, reach down to pull my knickers to my knees, open my legs to allow him the freedom of my cunt, he is becoming more frantic, rubbing it hard, fingering it with relish, enjoying my most secret place which has become his to explore.
I am loving it of course, not even mindful of the fact that there are 20 people in the next room, I am focused only on the delight he is giving me, aware that my juices are flowing, that the sensations are building, that two maybe three fingers are now splitting my pussy lips and fucking me in strong manly strokes, making my body tremble and bringing me in a matter of minutes to a shuddering orgasm, making me weak at the knees and quivering with sheer delight. I am probably moaning, low and soft, but I want to cry out with pleasure.
He knows he has made me cum, his strokes are more gentle now, the excitement of orgasm subsides and is replaced by a warm and beautiful feeling of satisfaction. He kisses me again, I pull my knickers up, briefly touching my slit, so wet to the touch, my hairs coated in my own love juice. It isn't over.
When was the last time you had your cock sucked, I whisper. His only reply is, oh god. I sink to my knees, unzip him, he is swollen but not erect. I close my painted lips around it, use my tongue on his salty musky tip, feel it slowly harden and thicken in my mouth, he is looking down almost in disbelief at this woman young enough to be his daughter, sucking eagerly and lovingly on his gnarled but meaty penis. I do not expect him to last long. He doesn't. I look up, our eyes meet, he bucks against me, his warm manly spunk spurts into my throat, I drink it greedily until he is drained, sucking tenderly as his manhood softens in my mouth, a pleasant feeling for me with the taste of his cream on my lips and tongue.
He is zipping himself up, he moves towards me, he doesn't want to kiss my cum filled mouth I can tell but he plants a kiss on my neck, tells me I am wonderful, I tell him he is too. He wonders if I can come around again sometime. I tell him I would love to. But I never do.
7 years ago
