6 comments/ 113072 views/ 7 favorites You're Never Too Old... By: Pussyrider It's not pleasant growing old. They tell you when you retire from work that you can relax into your twilight years, and see out your days in peace and tranquillity. Well, I'm – let's say 70-something – now, and ever since I left the job I'd loved for over 40 years, lecturing in Classical Mythology at Girton College, Cambridge, my life has been in a constant state of flux. First there was the adjustment to retirement, missing the bustle and internal politics of university life, the mixing with colleagues and vibrant young people. I've always been an active person, and pottering around a herb garden and watching embarrassing people talking about their sordid little relationships on daytime television held no attraction for me. Then my dear husband Johnnie developed pancreatic cancer and literally faded away. He'd been a professional wildlife photographer, and it was heart-rending watching such a big, strong man turn into a lifeless husk. In truth it was a blessing to us both when he finally found eternal rest. After that I began to feel my age, just little aches and pains which made stairs a trial, that sort of thing. I was all alone in a big old house, and our combined pensions didn't amount to much. I decided to take the very considerable profit I knew would arise from selling the place, our antique furniture, Johnnie's wildlife prints and my vast collection of books, and move on. I had no desire to live with my waspish daughter, her dull husband and their squalling teenagers, even if they'd had room for me. So, with my new found wealth safely invested, I sought out a very pleasant little retirement village on the south coast. Sunny Meadows consisted of a two-storey block of apartments, individual cottages and communal areas, all set in lovely grounds on a cliff top. I took one of the cottages. I was determined not to allow myself to become institutionalised though. I've always been sturdy (I'm five-feet six tall and weigh around sixteen stones), but I'm still fit for my age, and I took daily walks along the cliffs and made regular visits to museums, galleries and concerts in the local towns. I also kept up my habit of completing the Times crossword in about 15 minutes each day. I quickly found out who among my fellow residents was worth knowing: who had a brain, who still had a bit of life in them, and who was gaga. I developed a small circle of intelligent companions, male and female. One of the ladies insisted on pointing out to me the likely candidates for romance in the place; I'm afraid that didn't interest me at all. Even as a girl I had always been described as striking or handsome, never pretty. I always preferred tweeds and twin-sets to satin and silk. I enjoyed the physical side of my relationship with Johnnie, of course, but when we reached our fifties that seemed less important somehow, and for the last 20 years or so of his life we were chums rather than lovers. I certainly didn't want some wrinkled old fool slobbering over me, thank you very much. There was one attractive male at Sunny Meadows, but not a resident. He was the only young man on the staff, a Polish boy by the name of Janusz. In his mid-twenties, tall and blonde, with clear blue eyes, powerful shoulders and a firm jaw, I saw many an elderly heart flutter over him (including more than one male one). He was perennially cheerful and spoke good English, and I found him a very pleasant young fellow. He was most polite, and the only member of the staff who unfailingly accorded me the courtesy of calling me Doctor Walker, rather then just assuming my permission to refer to me as Dorothy. I settled comfortably into Sunny Meadows, and began to finally enjoy my retirement. Then on one of my cliff walks I fell and injured my hip rather badly. Fortunately a nice young couple were on hand, and helped me to their car and drove me home. The local doctor assured me that I was badly bruised rather than broken, and prescribed a few days bed rest. I was quite glad of that: the hip ached dully when I lay in bed, but sent tongues of fire down my leg when I put any weight on it. The staff brought me my meals, and Janusz very sweetly called at the library and video shop for me, collecting several titles which interested me. The morning after my fall, Janusz surprised me by arriving at my cottage about an hour after breakfast. He was carrying a plastic washing bowl, a wash cloth, towel and soap. I looked at him dubiously. He gave me a reassuring smile and said, "Good morning Doctor Walker. I give you bed bath." I was initially quite shocked. I place great value on personal hygiene, but it hardly seemed appropriate for a man to assist me with it. I asked if no female member of staff was available. Janusz replied over his shoulder as he filled the bowl with warm water. "We short staffed right now – always short staffed. If you like, you wait until Suzanne come on duty this afternoon." Suzanne was an ill-tempered young madam, with the face of a pig and manners to match. Janusz squatted by my bed and gently took my hand. "It's okay Doctor, I understand you nervous, but I bath lots of ladies here. Just part of my job. You don't have anything I don't see pretty much every day – at least I hope not!" I was aware that Janusz performed far more distasteful personal tasks for some of the more feeble-minded residents. He was right, he was just doing his job. Feeling like a silly old biddy I smiled, patted his hand, and allowed him to help me into a sitting position to remove my nightdress. I was reassured when Janusz's smile remained on my face, with not even a twitch of his eyes towards my rather ample bust. Janusz soaked the wash cloth and proceeded to bathe my neck, shoulders and chest. He was very gentle, and as the soft warm material passed across my skin I found I was getting a quite sensual pleasure from the experience. His hand dropped to my breasts, and he rubbed the cloth across them, seeming to concentrate rather longer than necessary on my nipples. I felt them stiffen under his touch; my stomach suddenly felt very tight, and I could feel a blush spreading across my face and chest. I actually felt quite guilty that I seemed to be becoming aroused when this nice young man was being so kind to me! As Janusz lifted my right breast, to wash beneath it, his index finger stroked across the underside. I thought I must have imagined it, but I jumped slightly when he repeated the motion on my left tittie. Without looking up, his voice as smooth as the finest silk, he murmured "So Doctor, you like my wash?" My mouth too dry to speak, I squeaked in confirmation. He chuckled to himself, and slid the cloth down to my stomach. I had all but convinced myself that the breast stroking had been an unconscious action on Janusz's part when he drew his cloth, slowly and, it seemed sensuously, across my Brillo pad of grey pubic hair. I told myself I was being stupid, obviously he had to wash me there, and a pleasant feeling was a side effect of that. Nevertheless, I could barely breathe as I watched his hand trail across me. His other hand rested on my hip, the good one, his fingers lightly stroking my skin, apparently unconsciously. In a matter-of-fact voice, Janusz said, "Open your legs now please." I manoeuvred my big thighs apart and took a shuddering breath. First Janusz washed my inner thighs. I twitched as a knuckle brushed against the lips of my vagina. Then I bit my lip as he ran the cloth along the slit itself. The second time he seemed to do it a little more firmly, and I closed my eyes and fought to suppress a moan of pleasure. The third time one of his fingers seemed to be raised within the cloth, and actually stroked into the opening of my pussy. I couldn't hold back a groan that time. Janusz looked up, an innocent smile on his face, and said, "Oops, sorry, I slipped a little. Okay Doctor, I need to turn you over now." He helped me to turn onto my front, rolling over on my good hip. I rested my flushed cheek on my hands and, almost without realising it, shuffled my thighs wide apart. I enjoyed the warmth of the cloth on my back, but I felt myself beginning to tense in anticipation as Janusz's hand approached my bottom. First he rubbed my buttocks with the cloth. Then I felt a finger, still inside the cloth, press deep into my anal cleft and stroke its length. I pressed my mouth to my hands to stifle yet another moan. A moment later, the finger stroked my bum crack again – but this time there was no cloth covering it! At the same moment another finger slipped between my labia and into my cunnie. I felt Janusz's breath on my ear, and he whispered, "Just tell me any time you want me to stop, okay?" Then he licked his tongue down the rim of my ear. I didn't move a muscle. I didn't speak, or open my eyes, as Janusz wormed one finger into my bottom, and stirred two more fingers slowly around my pussy. The most glorious warmth seemed to flood through my body, and I heard a voice which sounded like mine moaning, over and over. Janusz gradually increased the pace of the fingers in my cunnie, and began pushing them in and out, effectively fucking me with them. I was becoming hotter and hotter; in all my years of marriage I couldn't remember anything quite so erotic as what I was feeling then. My body acting independently of my mind, my legs slid under me, raising me onto my knees, giving Janusz even greater access to me. A stab of pain shot through my hip and I straightened that leg, balancing on one knee as Janusz's fingers pressed into me to the hilt. I began gasping rather than moaning, then I gave a long cry as flashing lights seemed to explode in my head. My pussy felt so wet it was as though somebody had unleashed a fire hose into it. I slumped down onto the bed with a huge explosion of breath. I rolled onto my back and stared glassy-eyed at Janusz as he sat in a chair beside my bed. He gently stroked my hair and asked coyly how I felt. I could manage only one word: "Wonderful." He smiled. Then he began speaking, his gaze locked on my face. "In Poland I am fully qualified nurse. Here my qualifications mean piss all. So I have to re-qualify, and meantime I do this job, with pay not as good as I like." He absentmindedly began lightly fondling my breast. I was still burning inside and sparks of electricity shot from my boobie to my pussy, my entire body trembling. "So, I do what I can to make up my income. If you like to give me token consideration Doctor, say 30 pounds each time, I could make you 'wonderful' over and over." He leaned very close to me, and I shuddered as his tongue traced the inner contours of my ear. Then he whispered, "You help me with my expenses, I lick your pussy through the gates of paradise." He stood, and washed his hands. Over his shoulder, he said, "You think about it, dear Doctor. I come back tomorrow to bath you again, okay?" I was in a daze for the rest of the day. My mind kept recalling the feeling Janusz's hands had created inside me. And I thought a lot about his offer. I wasn't in the slightest doubt that I was going to accept it. I could easily afford the money, more than once a week, and he had aroused feeling in me like nothing I'd experienced in a quarter-century – if ever, if I was being honest with myself. As for what he offered – I knew men did that to women, of course, but Johnnie had certainly never done anything remotely like it for me! I also found myself wondering how this muscular, six-foot-two young man was developed in another area of his anatomy. Janusz was in my dreams that night, as a Greek god seducing me. The next morning I lay with my stomach in knots and my heart drumming a tattoo. One of the female staff brought my breakfast, but I was far too churned up inside to eat it. A short while later, Janusz arrived with a cheery grin and his washing equipment. I waited for him to mention his offer, but he simply gave me a brisk but gentle full body wash. Although he left out the sexual content from the previous day, my body was soon glowing with warmth. Janusz worked his way up my back, and as he ran the wash cloth across my shoulders he casually asked, "So Doctor Walker, have you thought about my words yesterday?" Enjoying the sensation of warm dampness, I murmured, "I can't pay you today Janusz, I'll need to go to the bank." He chuckled. "I know this. I think you are trustworthy lady." He laid the cloth aside. Then I gasped as I felt his big, strong hands on my shoulders, firmly kneading my muscles, sending waves of warmth straight down my spine to my pussy. I mumbled, "Janusz – will you call me Bunny?" It had been Johnnie's special name for me. Janusz leaned forwards and softly kissed the back of my neck. "Of course darling. I like Bunny." He was a good masseur, and as he worked his way down my back I began to feel both relaxed and very aroused. After a while he said, "Okay, now we turn you over and I make you wonderful." He eased me onto my back and, to my surprise, pressed his lips to mine. I sighed as his tongue gently explored my mouth. Then, giving me a lovely smile, he lowered his head to my chest. "You know, you have lovely big tits, you should be proud of them." I gasped as he sucked one into his mouth, teasing my large nipple with his tongue, and cupped the other boob in a hand, flicking his thumb across the nip. I stroked his hair and bit my lip, experiencing the most wonderful feeling of heat. Janusz gradually eased down to my belly button, which he explored with his tongue, then gently tugged at my pubes with his teeth, which made me giggle like a schoolgirl. Still with my long grey hairs clutched between his teeth, he muttered, "Okay darling, now I need you to open your big creamy thighs for me." Rigid with anticipation, I shuffled my legs apart. Janusz moved down again, and began kissing and licking my inner thighs. I was already on fire for him, and trembled with every touch. I twitched as I felt his nose brush against my pussy lips. Then he said, "Oh Bunny, nice, you are ready for me." A moment later his hands lightly grasped my thighs, and I my whole body shook as his long, wet tongue licked the entire length of my slit. Janusz moved his hands, and I felt his thumbs pry my lips apart. Taking his time, he worked his tongue between them and into my lovebox. He wriggled it inside me as I writhed beneath him, whimpering like a wounded animal, feeling a state of sexual bliss I had never dreamed existed. He eased his mouth up my pussy, and my bottom lifted off the bed for a moment as the tongue pressed against my clittie. I felt his fingers slip inside me too, and my whimpers became a single long breathy cry as tongue and fingers drove me out of my mind with arousal. My hips jerked again and again as I flooded the juices of my lust onto Janusz's face. He held me until I had subsided, then rose up the bed and kissed me again, one hand kneading one of my breasts as I sucked the taste of my own cum from his tongue. Between kisses he whispered, "Now you are truly wonderful Bunny." Janusz lay with me for a few minutes afterwards, and I still felt incredibly randy. I asked him how many other ladies at Sunny Meadows he was making feel 'wonderful'. He smiled: "A few. But that is between me and my ladies, just as you would not want me to tell them about you." He glanced down in surprise as I rested my hand on the outline of his John Thomas, then smiled and unzipped his trousers, allowing me to pry it out and curl my hand around it. "I only do this for ladies I really like. If I don't like a lady, she could offer me thousand pounds, I would not do it for her. You, Bunny, I like very much. Wow, you are good at this!" I was shamelessly stroking my hand up and down Janusz's very large, now very erect cock. He returned to caressing my breast, and his eyes closed and his breathing deepened as I increased my pace. He groaned, "Mmm, no other ladies do this for me." Then he gave a little gasp and ejaculated onto my hand. In an amazing day of firsts for me I licked his juice off my hand and swallowed it. It reminded me of oysters. My hip soon recovered, and over the next couple of weeks Janusz visited me every few days and we ran through the same ritual: he kissed my breasts, then licked and fingered me to a crashing orgasm, then I wanked him. I began to look at the other ladies in a new light, and wonder about them. Janusz was always very friendly to Molly, I would bet she was one of his ladies. He clearly didn't think much of Alice, so she was out in the cold. He always seemed very chummy with Michael too – surely not! From being a not very physical person I was suddenly getting more sex, more regularly, than at any time in my life, and still I wanted more. One day, instead of using my hand on Janusz, I added yet another new experience to my list by ducking me head and taking his prick into my mouth. He sighed with pleasure as I slipped my tongue down his length and massaged my lips up and down him, stroking the base of his long shaft with my hand. He wrapped his fingers into the short grey curls on my head, and came more forcefully than usual. I swallowed his cum with a real feeling of pride. When I told him I'd never done that before he playfully shook his finger at me. "I think you tell me fib Bunny. You are too good at that. I think you my favourite of my ladies." Still toying with Janusz's cock, I asked him, "Janusz, don't you think that between us we could find a better place to put this?" He smiled and stroked my hair. "I am sure we could Bunny. But even though you my favourite, it would not be fair to my other ladies if I give you something they not getting for same money." Without hesitation I offered to double my contribution in return for the service I was requesting. Janusz rubbed his nose against mine and said, "Bunny, you very lovely lady. Next time I come see you, I fuck your brains out. Okay?" My darling was as good as his word. First we kissed while he reamed two fingers around inside me until I was gurgling with joy, then he eased me onto my hands and knees. I glanced at him questioningly, and he whispered, "You have such lovely, creamy bum, first time I fuck you I want to feel it against me. You like it this way, trust me." He was right – I absolutely loved it! His cock is much bigger than Johnnie's was, and he pounded into me, right up to the hilt, his hands caressing my bottom and his balls slapping against me. I sobbed with pleasure as I came, and Janusz wasn't far behind me. To say this beautiful young man has changed my outlook on life would be the understatement of all eternity. He now comes to see me twice a week, once to lick me out and once to roger me, and suddenly, after seven decades in the shade, I feel as if I can't get enough sex. Last week I met a nice gentleman of about 60 walking his dog in a park in town. He was widowed, like me, we got talking and, to cut a long story short, less than an hour later he was fucking me on a sheepskin rug beside his nice warm front room fire. Darling Janusz has stoked fires in me that I never knew existed. I'm determined to make up for lost time from now on, and to fuck and suck at every opportunity which comes my way. You're Never Too Old This true story was written for mature women by a mature woman. I am willing to bet that there are many women out there just like me who are over 60 years old, divorced, widowed or single by choice that just don't think that they are sexually desirable any longer. I am here to tell you that is a lot of hooey. I know this because until my 62nd birthday I felt the same way. My husband of 40 years died of a massive heart attack when I was 58. I spent the entire next year angry at the world and the following year feeling sorry for myself. The third year I began to heal and started getting on with the rest of my life, which brings me to the beginning of my story. At the ripe old age of 61 I started going to the gym and lost 35 pounds, had highlights put in my hair, went to a vascular surgeon and got rid of my varicose veins. I was about to have my 62nd birthday and I wanted to feel good about ME! Oh, now don't get me wrong I was still no beauty queen, I had a few more pounds to lose and I definitely had my share of wrinkles, but I was feeling better about myself than I had in years. Then it happened. I was sitting outside on the patio of this quaint little bistro waiting for an old girlfriend to meet me for lunch when I noticed a young man in his 20's trying to look up my dress. At first I was flattered that anyone his age would be interested in a woman my age and then reality hit. He wasn't interested in me; he was interested seeing my panties or maybe even my vagina. I didn't realize it at the time but that was the day I became an exhibitionist. On the way home I kept thinking about that young man. What would he have done if he had seen my vagina? Would he have gone to the nearest restroom and masturbated? Then all I could do was imagine him sitting or laying somewhere masturbating until he had a climax. It all became so erotic, my panties were soaked and I could hardly wait to get home to masturbate. I pulled into the garage closed the door and sat there in my car and masturbated myself to a quick but much needed orgasm. That was so unlike me, I had never even considered myself a sexual person. In fact my husband was always the one to suggest having sex. It wasn't that I didn't like sex, I loved it, I just wasn't very creative. But as I was to learn, we all have a creative side. The next few days my thoughts of the young man ran wild. I imagined him looking; trying to get a glimpse of my now neatly trimmed vagina. In my fantasy I saw him lick his parched lips and as I slowly parted my thighs he started to rub his bulging crotch. I couldn't get the vision to go away, each time my little fantasy would go a little farther until my fantasy became a plan. I decided to return to the same little bistro wearing a beautiful new sundress, only this time I would not wear panties and I would make sure some young man got a good look at my newly dyed pubic hair. I desperately wanted to see the look on his face when he got that first good look at my womanhood. My plan didn't go much beyond that. However, I knew this would give me fodder for many masturbation fantasies. The following day I arrived at the bistro promptly at 11:45 am, just in time for the lunch crowd. My hair was dyed chestnut brown with golden highlights, I was wearing my new pale yellow backless sundress, no bra (which was no big deal for a 34-a cup) or panties and I hid my eyes behind dark sunglasses. I was scared to death and my heart was pounding. I had never done anything so brazen in my entire boring life. I didn't have to wait long before a nice looking man in his early 30's sat across from me. As soon as I saw him look my way, I crossed my legs just as I had practiced at home in the mirror. Sure enough, I caught his eye. His glance went from my bare legs to my face and back again to my legs. I slowly uncrossed my legs and gave him the Sharon Stone view of my vagina. I actually got a little tickled when he tried to be so casual as not to appear obvious. The more he looked the more excited I became; I felt a light orgasmic rush in my loins as my vagina began to secrete more pre-orgasmic fluids. I would never have believed that I would get such a rush from doing something so nasty. Darn, this was so exciting. A few minutes later I was home masturbating, as I imagined him doing the same thing. It was such a turn on to realize that a woman my age could get a handsome young man to try that hard to see her vagina. I masturbated to two orgasms that day. As with anything new the new hobby was starting to occupy more and more of my time. I would find myself in my closet trying on different dresses and skirts to determine which would be the easiest to work with and I even started shopping for clothes that would best fit my purpose. I was consumed by thoughts of men, young and old catching a glimpse of what they all wanted to see. In a sense I felt like I was giving them a very special and rare experience, but watching their reaction when they finally saw my vagina was equally rewarding for me. It is difficult to explain to any woman that has never experienced the feeling it gives you when you share something that unique with another person, both emotionally and physically. To this day it is still the most erotic thing I have ever done. One day I had been trying on dresses at the mall and decided to grab a quick lunch in the food court. After eating my lunch I was relaxing enjoying a cup of Starbucks coffee when I noticed a teenage boy at the next table not 10 feet away. He was a cute Hispanic boy maybe 16 or so eating some ice cream. I quickly looked around to see if anyone would notice, just incase I decided to give him a peak. The coast was clear, so I uncrossed my legs and spread them just enough to give him a good look as I bent to one side to pick up my purse. I had my dark sunglasses on, now a standard for me, so that when I sat back up he couldn't see me watching him. I could tell by the look on his face that he got a very good look. I smiled to myself as I thought; damn I am getting really good at this. I continued to cross and uncross my legs, each time giving him better visual access to my vagina. His ice cream was gone but he was staying for the show, just sitting there trying to be cool and casual, but he was virtually staring right at my vagina. I took one last look around and feeling that no one was looking, I opened my legs very wide and ran my right hand half way up the inside of my thigh. That was apparently too much for the young man as he quickly put a hand over his bulging penis and just held it there. I could tell by the look on his face that he had had an orgasm. At that point I gathered my packages and headed home. I still remember the feeling of pride and accomplishment in the fact that I had just caused a teenage boy to cum in his pants. Here I was 62 years old and I could still get someone that excited, god I felt great! I was so worked up and amazed at how bold I had become that I went immediately to my bedroom lifted my dress and plunged two fingers in to my needy vagina. I was so wet that they slipped right in; I removed them quickly and sucked the sweet juices from my fingers as I began masturbating with my other hand. Within moments I could feel my clit throbbing as an enormous orgasm was building from deep within me. I imagined seeing that young Hispanic cock spurt cum all over me as I masturbated to an exhausting orgasm. Later that evening I began to reflect on my actions of the past couple of weeks. I came to the conclusion that I had been substituting exhibitionism for foreplay and although it was exciting and extremely erotic, it wasn't sex. I wanted something more, I wanted physical contact, touching, kissing and penetration. The next day I was having my morning coffee and watching the Today Show when a local advertisement came on for Sears air conditioning vent cleaning service. It said, "Free Estimates with in home consultation." Hummmmm, my late husband Dan, had always thought it would be a good idea to have that done. I called and set up an appointment for the following day for 9 am. I woke early and dressed appropriately for my new hobby, blouse, skirt and no panties. The doorbell rang promptly at 9 am and I opened the door to find a rather short heavyset young man in his mid 20's. I was a little disappointed but "Life Is Like a Box of Chocolates," right? After about a 45 minute inspection he asked if he could speak with me about his findings. I strategically sat him in a den chair directly across from me. I wanted for him to see everything I had to offer. My heart was pounding and I was so wet that occasionally I could feel a tiny drop of my juice escape my vagina. I had no idea where this was heading or how far I would let it go. Once seated he began the process of explaining how the program worked and what all was involved. I saw his lips moving but my heart was pounding so loud that I couldn't hear a word he was saying. I finally decided to go for it; I parted my thighs and then crossed my legs all in one smooth, well rehearsed move. I saw his eyes go directly to my vagina. He handled it well and only glanced one more time at my legs. After he finished his presentation I asked him if I could get him something to drink, coffee or soda. He licked his lips and said that coffee would be nice, sugar only. I uncrossed my legs and spread my thighs wider as I stood, knowing that would give him the best possible view of my vagina. By the look on his face, I could tell he enjoyed the show. I have absolutely no clue what possessed me to do it but before I poured his coffee I slipped a finger into my vagina and smeared my sex secretions on the rim of his coffee cup. When I returned with his coffee I could see that he had an erection and he wasn't even remotely trying to hide it. I sat back down across from him with my legs spread apart and his eyes went directly to my vagina. He took a sip of coffee, looked at the cup before sitting it on the table. He rubbed his cock through his kaki slacks and asked in a very suggestive tone, "So, is this something that you would be interested in," as he squeezed his cock? "Well it is a pretty big decision, I'm just not sure. Will you be the one providing the monthly service?" "No mam, I come just this one time and then I'm gone. I'm strictly in sales." We had done all the word play games, now it was time to put up or shut up;I wondered if I could actually go through with it? I just decided to go for it before I had a stroke or something. I spread my legs wide enough that he would have to be a complete moron not to get my message and asked him, "How much time do you have today?" "Not much, I have another appointment in 45 minutes, is that enough time," he asked?" Our eyes met, both of us were ready. I could see a wet spot on his kakis and I am sure he could see that I was wet as well. "Yes," I said. He stood up and walked over to me, dropped to his knees, spread my legs wide open and put his hot lips directly on my swollen clitoris. I was in heaven; my hungry cunt was flowing like a river. His tongue went deep into my love canal, back out again then began to travel from my anus to my clit. No one had ever licked my anus before, it felt amazing. The entire scene was too much for me, my emotions were totally out of control and my orgasm was so close. He continued sucking my clit and inserted two fingers into my vagina. My lust had peaked as I arched my hips up I held his mouth tight against my quivering cunt. That was just what my pussy needed, something that I couldn't do for myself. It felt so good, so complete. I watched as he stood and unzipped, unbuttoned and dropped his pants to the floor. His cock wasn't anything special but to me it was beautiful. The head was almost purple and oozing precum just inches from my lips. I opened my mouth and engulfed his musky smelling cock to his pubic hair. Oh, the smell and taste of a man was just what I had longed for. I wanted it to last forever but I knew it wouldn't. I felt his balls tighten and his piss hole flair as a flood of precum flowed out just before a big blast of thick, hot, gooey cum splattered the back of my throat. I was so horny, I wanted his cum; every last drop of it was going to be savored and swallowed. His cock continued to ooze cum for quite some time before he pulled it from my lips. I laid there exposed to the waist as he stroked his cock a few times, making one more big drop of cum ooze out and land on my pubic hair. I was massaging his cum into my cunt when I heard the front door close. Later that evening I was watching the evening news when I saw an ad for Orkin pest control. My mind started to wonder if that should be my next challenge or should I say victim. I thought about it for the next few days until I saw the ad again. Must be an omen, right, I laughed to myself. However, the next morning I was still thinking about "The Orkin Man" and the more I thought about it the hornier I became so; I finally gave in and called. I almost laughed out loud when the girl told me that they would send out a technician to determine my needs. The doorbell rang at the appointed time and I was dressed and ready to seduce. I opened the door and there stood My Orkin Man. He was about 6 feet tall, in his early 30's, trim and black. I invited him in and after some brief introductions he asked what kind of problem I was having. I explained that I had seen a few bugs in the kitchen and some small spiders in the garage. He said that was pretty typical during July and August because most insects are much like people, which want to be in a cool place. He said he would do a thorough inspection and we could talk after he was finished. He looked all through my 4,300 square foot home and went outside to check for window and foundation cracks. Thirty minutes later he rang the bell and came from the 97 degree heat. I asked if he would like something cold to drink and he said, "Yes, anything will do." I told him to have a seat in the den and I brought him some sweet tea. As usual, I sat down directly across from him and parted my thighs slightly before crossing my legs. He noticed! As he discussed his findings and the treatment plan that he recommended, I must have crossed and spread my legs 7 or 8 times during his sales presentation. He was ready, by now I knew all the signs. He was hard and knew that he was getting a free show. The only thing he didn't know was how far this little game would go. I knew that he would be afraid to make the first move, just incase he had misread my signals. After all, I'm sure he didn't want to lose his job for coming on to an older white woman. I looked him directly in the eyes as I spread my legs even wider and asked, "Well, it looks like I really need your service. Don't you agree?" His eyes dropped to my now thoroughly soaked vagina and said, "Yes Mam, I would recommend that we get started as soon as possible." With that comment I smiled and to just make sure that he totally understood, I pulled my dress up exposing my pussy. Then I stood up and walked over to him, pulled him to his feet, unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants to the floor. Then I pulled his underwear just below his balls and touched his erection. Oh, my god. He was huge. I like every woman had seen a few porno films but it's different when you are touching that hot black hunk of flesh. I don't know how big he was in inches, but it was enormous, thick and uncircumcised. It felt wonderful in my hand and the head of his cock was already wet with precum. I felt lightheaded and quickly went to my knees to get a closed look at that amazing cock. I have never felt that any mans cock was anything other than an instrument of pleasure, but his cock was different. I thought it was magnificent looking. I slowly smeared his precum the entire length of his manhood and began to lightly stroke it. "Suck it," he said. And without hesitation I did as he asked. He smelled and tasted like a working man that had been in the summer heat. With each stroke more precum oozed into my mouth until I soon forget his odor. I felt his cockhead flare and got ready to receive his hot cum when he quickly pulled his shiny cock from my lips. "Take your clothes off," he said. I stood up and did as he asked while I watched him remove all of his clothing as well. His big meaty cock was bobbing up and down and side to side and with each movement another stream of precum would ooze and drip like a spiders web from leg to leg. "You want to do it here or in the bedroom?" he asked. My heart was pounding so fast and my knees were so weak that I honestly didn't think I could walk. "Here is fine," I said. I laid down on the carpet and spread my legs. He positioned himself between my legs and slid a finger into my well lubricated vagina, "Nice," he said as he licked my juice from his finger. Then he lowered himself until I felt the head of his huge cock touch my labia. He took his cock in hand and ran it up and down my vagina several times. Each time it slipped over my swollen clit I moaned with pleasure. Then he began his slow decent into the depths of my lustful cunt. I had never had anything this large in me before and let me tell you SIZE MATTERS. His cock was touching places that had never been touched before. At one point I almost passed out from the excitement and sheer pleasure of something that size sliding in and out, going deeper and deeper. "I'm gonna fuck you good," he said. He reached down between us and began massaging my clit and within minutes I felt my orgasm about to explode. I arched my cunt to the ceiling and he drove his thick cock as deep into me as it would go and began to pour his rich creamy cum deep into my womb. I groaned as my own orgasm erupted. I thrashed up and down as he rubbed my aching clit until I was totally lost in my own pleasure. All the time I could feel that big beautiful cock sliding in and out as he continued to cum. Finally he stopped moving and just lay there with his cum oozing out of my well satisfied vagina. Then he slowly started to slide his cock in and out again. It felt wonderful but I knew that I was spent; no way could I cum again anytime soon. "Do you need to cum again," I asked? "Yes, you feel so good," he said. "Is this what you want or would you rather me suck you," I asked. "Just this," he said as he picked up his pace. Wow I thought, there is a big difference between making love and being fucked. For the first time in my life I was being fucked. His cock felt as if it had swollen even larger inside me. I looked down at my stomach and could see it move with each upward thrust of his cock. I couldn't believe that my vagina began to respond and started lubricating his big cock again. I could hear sloshing sounds with each new penetration and my cunt started rise to meet each new thrust. I caught a glimpse of us in the mirror and the sight of this young black studs cock sliding in and out of me made me crazy with lust. It was beautiful to watch and I felt incredibility lucky. I put both hands on his ass and began fucking him as hard as he was fucking me. We must have fucked like that for 15 minutes or so and then I saw him arch his back and push his cock as deep into my cunt as it would go. He groaned and began to spurt another big load of cum into my cunt and then he quickly pulled out. His cock continued oozing cum all the way up to my open mouth. I swallowed as much as I could but there was so much that some trickled down my cheek. "Damn woman, you are good," he said. I just laid there on the floor totally nude with his seed oozing out of me as he dressed and left. I scooted over to the floor length mirror and looked at my pussy and smiled. It was gaping open with thick white cum slowly oozing from its battered lips. I felt amazing, powerful and totally in charge. I had finally become the kind of woman I admired most, strong and confident. Then I put a coaster under my pussy and squeezed out even more of his cum and poured it into my mouth. I looked at my well used cunt in the mirror and began to masturbate to a long and slow but violent orgasm. You're Never Too Old When I woke the next morning my vagina was sore from having such a large cock in it and had apparently leaked his semen all night long. The next few weeks were pretty uneventful are far as my new hobby went. However, I never stopped thinking about my next adventure. Who would it be? Where would it be? The possibilities were endless. I had gotten to the point where I honestly didn't care who I exposed myself to because it really wasn't about having sex with them. It was about having the power to control a situation and watching their reaction. I was amazed at how one seemingly insignificant event could transform someone into becoming the person I had become. The days were getting shorter and the temperature was becoming milder which meant that the botanical gardens would be bursting with fall colors. Dan and I had always gone to the gardens on the Thursday before the big weekend gala. It was just as beautiful, only without the crowd. So, when Thursday came I put the top down on Dan's Mercedes and headed to the Botanical Gardens. I took my time and strolled through all the little nooks and crannies that Dan and I had enjoyed so much. I stopped and bought some bird seed and went to one of the many bird feeding stations and threw some seed out and leisurely watched the birds eat. I had totally stopped wearing panties when I went out just in case the opportunity to flash some lucky man presented itself. I was sitting there on the bench, my mind, a million miles away when I heard a woman say, "Beautiful day isn't it?" "Yes it is, beautiful day beautiful spot," I replied. I guessed she was in her late 40's, a short and thin, red hair, rather plain looking and was wearing a stylish jogging suit. "Come her often," she asked? "Maybe three to four times a year, you, I said?" "I come quite often, I love tranquility and I enjoy people watching, it never seases to amaze me what you will see," she said with a big smile. That's when I realized I had been so focused on the birds that I was totally unaware that my thighs had drifted apart and this unsuspecting woman had gotten a long look at my vagina. I had played this game long enough to know when signals were being sent. I just wasn't quite sure what message she was sending. "Oh, I can only imagine," I said, as I smiled and stood up to leave. "Going so soon," she said? "Yes, I'm afraid I have errands to run," I replied, but as I started walking away I heard her say. "I hope I will be seeing a lot more of you," she said. When I heard the emphasis on a lot, I got the message loud and clear. As I walked the half mile back to my car I thought, hell it works on man, or woman, even when you aren't trying. I laughed out loud and felt like the mouse that had just stolen the cheese. That night as I lay in bed I started thinking about the woman in the botanical gardens. I guess every woman has either wondered what it would be like to be with another woman or fantasized about it, I know I had. When we were in our late 30's during sex my late husband Dan had often suggested that it would be exciting for him to watch another woman go down on me, but I dismissed the idea thinking it was only a ploy for him to screw another woman. I was very naive in those days and had no idea that many men fantasize about seeing two women make love. The following day I had lunch with three of my oldest friends, some dating all the way back to high school. We talked about everything from grandchildren, to diets and naturally a little gossip. At one point one of the girls mentioned that she had found a woman that cleans windows, she was very good and best of all, inexpensive. She ended her comment with, "I have heard that she is a lesbian and she looks the part, but at those prices I don't care who cleans my windows." Later that afternoon I started thinking about how dirty my windows were ... I thought Mmmmm, lesbian, windows. I gave my friend a call to get the phone number of her window cleaner. I called and we set up an appointment for an estimate. Yes, my windows really did need cleaning, but I was honest with my new self and I knew that I was also curious about being with another woman. I didn't know if I could or would go through with it, but I was prepared to see if it would lead to anything. Worst case scenario, I would end up with clean windows. She arrived right on time and to my surprise was a fairly attractive woman. She was tall with short brown hair, pretty blue eyes and she was tan from the outside work. She took her pad and pen and started making notes as I showed her through the house. "I love one level homes," she said. Within minutes she was ready to sit down and talk business. During the few minutes we had talked, I had made the decision to play my game and see where it would lead. After showing her where to sit, I crossed the room and did the same. As always, I sat directly across from and slowly let my legs drift apart until I was sure she could see my exposed vagina. She took a long look between my legs and without missing a beat she said, "I can do your windows inside and out for $175. How does that sound?" She looked directly into my eyes and never looked between my legs again. It was obvious that she wasn't interested in what I had to offer. That was the first time that I had received such a cold and negative reaction. I wasn't prepared for that and immediately closed my legs. Back to business I thought to myself. "That sounds fair to me, when would you like to start," I asked? "How does next Tuesday at 9 am sound," she asked? "That will be fine," I said, and with that she was gone. I felt like a school girl that had just been rejected. I felt really shitty, but the new me rebounded quickly. I got in my car and drove straight to the botanical gardens. Once in the gate I headed for the place where I had last seen the woman that wanted to see a lot more of me. Damnit, she wasn't there! I took a deep breath and went to purchase some birdseed. I decided that the day was just a bust and maybe it just wasn't to be. I leaned back, threw some seed on the ground and concentrated on the sweet little birds at my feet. After about 20 minutes I was ready to leave when I heard her voice. "Hey there, I was hoping to see you again, she said, as she sat down on the bench across from me. See that condo overlooking the Japanese garden, that's where I live. I saw you sitting here, but it took me a few minutes to get dressed and get over here, I was hoping you wouldn't leave to quickly." The condos she pointed at were very upscale and quite expensive. I thought wow; she must be well off to live there. I looked at her ring finger and she had on a very nice wedding ring. I was thinking to myself, I must have totally misread everything that happened between us last week. "Wow, lucky you, that is quite a view," I said. She chuckled and said rather sarcastically, "Yeah, lucky me, my husband left me and my 24 year old daughter is in rehab." "Oh, I'm sorry are you Ok," I asked? "Yes, I'm pretty tough, I will get through it all, it just takes time I guess," she said. She looked a lot different today, she had on makeup, her hair looked nice and she was wearing a sweater and a dress. As I was looking her over I noticed that she was looking at my legs which were only partly open. I adjusted my seating until I was directly facing her and slowly parted my thighs until I was totally exposed. She was staring at my exposed vagina with laser like focus she. She quickly looked to her left and then to her right to see if anyone was watching us. When she saw that the coast was clear she opened her legs wide and slightly lifted the hem of her dress. No I was the voyeur; my eyes were devouring her quite hairy vagina. That was the first time I had ever seen another mature woman's vagina in the flesh. My juices were flowing as I sat there staring at her. She slipped a finger into her wet vagina and brought it to her mouth and sucked it like a sugar cane. "Would you like to see the view from my apartment window," she asked? I had totally lost my composure and barely eked out, "OooKkk." I quietly followed her on shaky legs to her condo. Once inside I felt a little better, seeing her beautiful house was reassuring that she was probably a pretty normal person, maybe even a lot like me. We sat in her living room and chatted while we drank a glass of wine. She seamed to be very sweet and we discovered we had quite a bit in common. Although the chat was a little awkward we were now on our second glass of wine and getting a little more comfortable with one another. We were sitting no more that 5 feet from each other and both of us could see the others wet vagina. "I have never done anything like this before, have you," she asked? "No, not with another woman," I said. With that she sat beside me and softly stroked my face kissed my cheek. I felt a hand gently massaging my breast as I moaned softly to offer encouragement. Her hand moved to my bare thigh inching its way toward my vagina. The first touch of her fingers on my swollen clitoris was like a bolt of lightning shooting through me. She raised her wet finger to her lips and sucked it just as she done hers earlier. Our lips were close enough that I could smell my own sex and within seconds she had sunk two fingers into. I moaned as she circled my clitoris with her smooth wet fingers. Then she raised her fingers to my lips and tenderly spread my moisture on my lips. Instinctively I sucked her fingers like an infant sucks a nipple. "Let's go into the bedroom and get undressed, I am dying to see all of you" she whispered in my ear. I followed her to the bedroom and we undressed without talking. She laid me down and stood at the foot of the bed and spread her legs and started masturbating herself. "Spread wide and masturbate for me, I want to watch you make love to yourself," she said. I spread my legs so that she could have a full view of my fingers circling my wet clitoris and slid my manicured fingers deep inside my needy cunt. I could see the lust in her eyes and the intensity on her face as I started to massage my clitoris with my thumb while my fingers slid in and out. She spread her cunt lips apart with her left hand and massaged her clit with her other hand. Her fingers worked faster and faster until the moisture from her pussy started streaming down the inside of her thigh. She groaned and then leaned forward and put her elbows between my knees and just watched me masturbate. I was going extremely slow and light trying my best not to cum too quickly. Then she removed my hand and replaced it with her hungry lips. They became like a suction cup surrounding my throbbing clitoris. I looked down between and thighs and I could see her shinny wet nose surrounded by dark brown pubic hair, "I won't last much longer," I said. She pulled off my swollen clit and asked, "How much time do you have?" Realistically, I had all the time in the world, but at that moment all I wanted to do was cum. "Not much," I said. I felt her tongue circle my clit and then go almost to my anus before starting back up to my waiting clit. My orgasm was building with each new lick of her amazing tongue. Then she began sucking and licking my aching clit. I clenched the bedspread with both hands and arched my hips and cunt upward as my orgasm ripped through my body. She was amazing, she kept sucking and licking my clit and love canal until her whole face was covered with my fluids. My orgasm finally subsided and my ass once again touched the cool bedspread. As I lay there spread wide for her, she continued to kiss my thighs and lick my cunt for another few minutes. Somewhere in my orgasmic bliss I had missed that she had continued masturbating herself and was ready for another orgasm. I could see her ass grinding down on her hand as she groaned the guttural sounds of an intense orgasm. She continued to thrust and grind her hips for several moments before rising to her knees, her fingers still massaging her rather large clitoris. I could tell that she wanted me to watch her. I watched in amazement as her juices poured from her sweet cunt. "God, I needed that. Was it good for you," she asked?" "Yes it was amazing, but now it your turn," I said." She said, "Don't worry about that, I loved pleasing you and I hope I will get to do it again real soon." "How could a girl pass up an invitation like that," I said with conviction? Conclusion: Now that I have written this, I am not sure if it was just to share my story or if it was my confession, but I do know I enjoyed sharing it with you. It brought back many wonderful memories.