Meeting Granny On A Plane to Vegas - Sex Stories

Meeting Granny On A Plane to Vegas

I looked down and just could not believe my eyes!! There was this beautiful, petite 65 year old Granny licking the sperm off my dick. She glanced lovingly upwards as her tongue flicked up and down my cock gobbling up the last remnants of my seed. Then she lowered her head down my cock taking my whole shaft into her cum filled mouth. I just could not believe how this day had started. I was boarding my Vegas bound flight from Tucson and a petite, classy looking, silver blond, well dressed women was attempting to load her heavy suitcase into the overhead bin. I knew she could not lift it so I said, Mam, I’ll get it up there, as I easily lifted the suitcase into the bin. I wound up sitting next to this silver hair granny. She said thanks, my name is Dawn and I guess I over packed again. In turned and said “no big deal” as I checked out this older honey. Dawn had smooth youthful skin you could tell she took care of herself, perfect make-up, a nice bra holding her small perky tits up, and a great set of legs, the silver dress and matching shoes she wore easily cost a grand. Dawn was one class act, I said to myself “if I wasn’t 39, I would hit on this granny for sure”. We began talking on the plane and I learned she was a bored widow, who came to Vegas to gamble see a show and dance. I came here to inspect a classic 1957 T Bird for a friend. We both really hit it off and soon I forgot her age and began to see the real person, a beautiful, charming attractive older women with a ...

... great personality. I joked with her that I would get her suitcase back down for her, but only if I could take her to dinner at the Mirage. Well we took the bus to the Mirage checked in and agreed to meet in the lobby at seven. As she walked away I thought to myself, “yeh I could fuck that”? I met Dawn in the lobby at seven I took her to Portofino one of Mirage’s best restaurants. She mentioned that she loved to dance and the waitress mentioned Revolution a Beatles themed dance bar at the Mirage. Dawn said “I love to dance!! And I lied when I said “so do I”. Well off to the Revolution Bar, in the dim light of the bar you could not tell we were twenty five apart. I said what the heck, the band struck my “Michele” and I decided to make my move, maybe I would get lucky. Dawn and I danced to the slow romantic melody and I drew her close to me, her thighs touched my thighs, her breasts were firmly pressed against my chest and my hand wandered down from her waist to grasp he firm small ass. Dawn made no objection, and in fact she lifted her knee into my crotch until it touched my now rock hard shaft. She pressed herself against me to feel my throbbing manhood while my hand went to work firmly rubbing her small tight ass. We sat down at our table and were out of breath. Dawn ordered one more drink and put her hand under the table and grabbed my cock as she said “two more dances like that, and then it’s time to go to my room?” Before I knew it I was in Dawn’s suite locked in a loving ...