Dorothy And Stefan Light The Fire - Sex Stories

Dorothy And Stefan Light The Fire

Stefan enjoyed walking around his daughter’s neighborhood. However, he never realized what it would lead to.

He was visiting his daughter and her family from his home in the Balkans. His second oldest daughter had accompanied him as well, but she was confident enough in driving in America to borrow her younger sister’s car and go where she wanted during the day. It gave her freedom while her little sister, Kata, was working. Kata tried to spend as much time with them as possible, but there were plenty of mornings when Stefan was alone. The neighborhood was safe and he walked, taking in the sights.

At seventy-two, he was far from young, but he still had a powerful sex drive. If he found himself flagging, there was always the option of the little pill. He was also in good shape and very fit for his age. Thus he enjoyed his walks, seeing a little slice of American suburbia and its people.

One of those people was Dorothy. She was five years younger and very friendly. She was the first person to talk to him on his walks. Stefan was drawn to her personality and her body.

It had started innocently enough. Dorothy was taking advantage of the morning cool to work in her flower beds. Unfortunately, she clumsily knocked over the little cart with the flowers she was planting, sending them scattering all over the grass. It happened as Stefan was walking by.

“Let me help you with that. It is a shame, you have such a beautiful garden. We must save these plants,” Stefan told ...

... her.

Dorothy was embarrassed and fuming. How clumsy of herself to do this! A part of her wanted to cry despite the anger. It had been such a perfect morning. But then she heard the voice of this stranger. It was a foreign voice, heavily accented. To be honest, the moment she heard it, she thought he sounded like Count Dracula! But it belonged to a rather handsome, gray-haired, older gentleman of average height and bemused eyes. Sucking up her pride, Dorothy consented to his help.

He worked briskly and efficiently picking up and trying to repair any damage to the plants sustained in their tumble. It was obvious that he was a man who was no stranger to physical labor. She could tell that just by his hands. Nothing frail about this older man!

Stefan took in the woman he was helping as he worked. She was about five-feet-four in height with blonde curly hair. Or at least it was dyed blonde. At his age, he didn’t care. He accepted life and women for what they were, knowing that different stages in life brought on different forms of beauty. Her build would be considered large, or BBW. She had the belly of a real woman and appeared to have a nice set of tits as well. They looked ripe under her top and had the erotic sag of age as they hung a bit over her tummy. She was wearing shorts and her legs and thighs looked inviting. He could imagine those thighs wrapped around him and he enjoyed the delight that lay at the top of them. All in all, she was a curvy delight!

Stefan ...