The Old Lady Next Door - Sex Stories

The Old Lady Next Door

I brought the old lady next door cookies as a thank you for her shovelling my driveway.

True, she was 80ish and I was mid 50s, but she was vigorous, athletic, and lean. I had run to seed, adding a spare tire as my various health issues piled up. These days it took dynamite to get me out of the house. My neighbour on the other hand always seemed to be headed somewhere.

Of course, when I brought the cookies over, she offered me a cup of tea. Would have been rude to refuse.

I sat at her kitchen table, sipping the hot beverage, unable to start a conversation. My eyes roved the kitchen to avoid meeting hers.

"Are you a realtor, or are you thinking about whether the table or the counter would be a better spot to lick my pussy?"

That got my attention. I spurted tea into the air.

My hostess got up and went to get a cloth to wipe up the mess. Despite the loss of libido due to illness and anti-depressants, I felt my cock twitch as I realized she had a very nice ass for an old lady. Check that. A very nice ass, period. I wished I could fuck that ass. If only I could get erect.

"Does looking at my ass make you hard?" she giggled as she sat back at the table.

"Nothing makes me hard anymore."

This conversation was taking an odd turn.

"But your tongue and fingers still work don't they?"

"I suppose. Haven't tried using them on a woman in years."

"Well, I appreciate the cookies, but would prefer a more lively thank you for shovelling for you. If you're ...

... good at it, maybe I'll cut your grass in the summer."

I swallowed my tea to buy time. This conversation was definitely strange.

"Just because I'm old doesn't mean I don't wish once in a while to get off on something other than my toys. My late husband, rest his soul, was a great and adventuresome lover. I miss him."

"How long has it been?"

"Too long. But not that long- he lived to a ripe old age. By the time he died, it was hard to find anyone as much fun. I picked up a few guys from the senior center, and even tried the bar scene, but nothing satisfied me."

"So, thank god for toys?"

"Even they were more fun when hubby was around to share them. Although nothing beat threesomes. Except maybe foursomes or moresomes. I miss those almost as much as I miss him. None of the guys I picked up were up for that sort of fun."

"Just not the same?"

My treacherous cock was throbbing now. If it could get stiff, it would be rock hard.

"Just not period. No one likes a good adventure anymore. That's why when you checked out my kitchen, I regretted that you weren't checking out my ass." She sighed. "Sorry if I shocked you, thanks for the cookies."

"Which do YOU like better- the counter or the table?"

Where did THAT come from?

"Neither is a perfect height for fucking- the table is too low; the counter is too high. The table was great for anal, but the counter is better to get my pussy eaten- hubby did not have far to lean over, did not strain his back."

"None ...