The Old Lady Next Door - Sex Stories

The Old Lady Next Door

... of your pickups tried either?"

"I haven't been properly eaten since he died."

"I haven't tasted a woman in far too long."

Where did THAT come from?

Somehow without my noticing she had undone a few buttons on her plain conservative blouse. She was not endowed with an excess of cleavage, but the pretty lace bra peeking out from the gap made my mouth water. Always had a thing for sexy lingerie.

Her eyes saw where I was staring. Her lips spread into a wide grin. My hand of its own volition put down the teacup and inched toward the treat. I had to focus consciously to stop from rising up right then and reaching across the table. Even more than eating pussy, I loved nipples- playing with them, gnawing them, exploring the texture.

She giggled, more like a teen than a senior citizen.

"The counter it is then."

She did not wait for me to deny my willingness. Tugging the shirt free from her jeans, she stood, rapidly undoing the few remaining buttons. I was vaguely aware she was stepping out of her pants- my eyes were fixed on the better view of her bra and the modest tits inside of it. Like so many women with modest breasts, her rubbery points seemed to get erect easily.

My brain registered that she was wearing a front loader. That made me smile. Back in the day, I had been proficient at undoing clasps, but being out of practice, the easier opening was appreciated. But my brain was getting ahead of itself.

Leaning over the corner of the table, she grasped ...

... my paw in her delicate liver spotted hand. I was vaguely aware of being tugged up from my chair, but my attention was riveted on the valley between her tits, fully exposed within the bra now that the shirt was open.

She backed up near the counter before shucking the leggings that had pooled around her feet.

"Lift me up, lover."

"Kiss first?"

Her hands found my cheeks as she chuckled lustily.

Our lips met. A shiver ran down my spine. Her tongue pushed past my lips. My mouth automatically opened just enough to welcome the invasion. I thought I could feel my heart beating then I realized that it was hers.

She ran just the tip of her tongue along my teeth as her hands explored my body. Every cell in my body quivered. Our tongues touched. It was like electricity exploded in my brain. If I could ejaculate, I would have.

Her breasts had no doubt at one time been magnificent. Now, sprung loose from their support they sagged, not sadly but defiantly. The nipples spoke of her lust, her experience, her excellence, poking out like a pair of thumbs from the wrinkled areolae. But she was slim, her flesh did not sag on her belly or hips. Her pubic hair was not bushy. She responded with kittenish mewing as I stroked her flanks and teased her navel.

My hands gripped her tight old ass and lifted. As soon as she hit the granite countertop, my fingers grasped the lace panties and, with her cooperation, tugged them off. That gave me a better view of her pubic hair, which ...