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A Geriatric Sex Story – Thank God for Neighbors
I live in a condo complex – total of 24 units. Nearly everyone is of the “silver hair” set – quiet neighborhood, etc.
There’s a widowed woman living next to me – likely mid to upper 70s in age. About 5’4″ – 130# or so. Lovely face, aged in common places. She’s pretty independent, so I was surprised when my phone rang (she’s president of the HOA) and asked if I could come over to look at something. I assumed it was a household need (leaking pipe, et al). She’s always been pleasant & helpful to me, so – of course – I consented.
It was about 11:00 a.m., and she’s a go-getter, so I was surprised also to see her open the door and find her in her robe. I smiled, entered, and asked what I could do for her. She said her toilet was running (it was a maladjusted float), and needed it to stop. I said it would take a few moments, and she could go about her business as needed.
She left the bathroom, and I began to examine the holding tank. Sure as heck, the rod was loose and caused the water flow to continue. I was about to tighten it when Helen came back to the bathroom. “How are you doing? Did you find the problem?” I turned to glance at her, and noticed her robe was partially parted. The belt was somewhat loose, and it caused the bodice to retract. Her tits are saggy, to be sure, but quite nicely sized.
I told her it would be a few moments and I’d be done. She said, “I’d like to watch you fix it, so maybe I can do it next time!” She sat on the edge of the tub as I continued adjusting and tightening. When she sat, the lower 1/2 of her robe parted, and her legs were parted enough for her to be flashing me. I looked long enough to see sparse grey to white cunt hair, then looked back at the work I was doing. (At this point, I was slowing down in my progress, since Helen was giving me quite a senior show).
The job was finished, and I asked if there was anything else I could do. She smiled, and parted her robe even more, saying “What would you say if I was to take off my robe?” I looked her in the eyes, and replied “Helen, it’s up to you – but, don’t display what isn’t available!” She stood up immediately, and did as she offered. Her robe was quickly on the bathroom floor, and she stood as she was born – naked completely.
I pushed my tools aside, so as not to have anyone trip. I looked her in the eyes again, and then glanced down at her tits. They were lovely – nipples quite large and the areolae were very dark. These are two of my favorite “tit traits.” I took a slight step forward, pressed against her, and said “Helen, are you sure?” She looked up at me, nodded, and said “You’ve been so kind ever since you moved in. I thought it would be nice to see how kind you can be!”
I leaned back enough to expose her tits, and cupped my hands to lift up her mature tits from their resting position. I love rubbing nipples with my thumbs, and I cradle the tits in my palms. She began to respond right away, saying “It’s been 18 years since Ralph died. I’ve not been with a man since then!” I continued to massage her nipples, as I leaned forward and slid my tongue into her mouth. She does not have dentures, as I discovered. She began to suck my tongue after having it plunging in and out of her mouth.
I released her tits from my hands, and reached around her backside. Now massaging her ass cheeks, I was beginning to sprout wood. I pressed my groin against her belly, and started to grind in a circular pattern. She reached for my belt, tugging on the end of the leather. I pulled away, immediately dropped my clothes on top of hers, and led her to the master bedroom. Laying her on her back, I positioned her toward the edge of the mattress – spread her legs wide – and dived into her cunt lips with abandon.
I oralized her cunt for a long time, as I began to explore her clit and ass hole with my fingers. She “ooed” and “ahhed” as I penetrated her openings. “God, Ralph never did things like this!” Her breathing was increasing in depth and speed. In spite of her age, lady juice was beginning to secrete. I love eating cunts.
We continued on, my cock now a raging stiff rod. I stopped eating her long enough to reposition her in the center of her bed. I climbed up, straddled her in a sitting position across her chest, and introduced her mouth to my cock. I slid it into her oral orifice – slowly and shallowly – just enough for the head to enter past her lips. I began thrusting back and forth, feeling her tits against my thighs. Back and forth, in smooth motion, so my cock head would become stimulated by her wet, soft, slightly wrinkled lips.
I cock-fucked her mouth for awhile, but was anxious to slide my hard-on into the lovely cunt which I’d been consuming with my mouth. I withdrew my cock from her mouth, squirmed down to her thighs, and raised her knees while parting her legs. Both naked, and now sweaty, I felt my shaft slide all the way into her tunnel of love. God, it was amazing! Her actions and responses belied her drought of sex since she’d been a widow. She began to shout “Harder, harder!” I aim to please, so began to intensify my cock thrusts inside her damp hole.
I figured she’d orgasm quickly, or not at all. I was wrong on both counts. She lasted about 20 minutes until I heard the telltale sounds of gasping in her breathing. When it was apparent an orgasm was on its way, I pumped my hard cock inside her even harder and faster. We managed to orgasm within a few seconds of each other.
I was fearful of Helen’s health and welfare, so the thrusts were discontinued after her breathing began to slow down – and my jizz was fully inside her cunt. We lay together for awhile, as I cuddled her and commented on how amazing our sex truly was. She hugged me, and said “I don’t remember it like this! I’m very glad we did this!”
I don’t know if we’ll repeat the event, but I was and am grateful for her leaky toilet. It gave Helen and me opportunity to do some leaking of our own.