Gran Meets Me Halfway - Sex Stories

Gran Meets Me Halfway

... knew the sign of her struggling against saying, 'You can't want me, someone so old,' and 'I can't expect you to do it because you think you ought to or something.' She stared across the table at me, took the hand I held out and held onto it a while. The air seemed to be sucked out of the room. Waiting on her decision, we were both finding it hard to breathe. A long sigh; a deep blush, I saw the rise and fall of her chest telegraphing her imagined thoughts. 'The thought of his hard athletic body maneuvering onto me; a cock as thick as a sledge hammer handle; that little puff he gives when giving me the little thrust after driving in that turns my legs to jelly at the thought.' A mixture of surprise and love in her eyes at repeating our collusion and trying not to collide with the corner of the table walked round it to join me. This elegant, wholesome, woman wordlessly agreeing to shag moved into my arms, tipped her head to allow me to kiss her nose; she opened her mouth to ask, 'Because we did it once doesn't mean I expect you....' unable to believe a man as young as this wanted her again. Gran got as far as, 'because we....Err...' every word after that I swallowed. Followed by five minutes of hands and tits, of clenched bums and thrusting hips; five amazing minutes that two such people should want to do that in the middle of her kitchen before I found the right moment to break away and direct her ahead of me out of the door. I pushed on her shoulder at the attempt to turn ...

... half way along the hall. Pausing in the doorway to her room she gave a little shudder, leaning her five foot eight into my six feet one looked up into my eyes, 'are you sure, darling?' making it evident she was asking me to clear her conscience; telling me to dominate her. 'Absolutely. See if we can get the train to leave the station together.' Eyes closed for a second, a slight nod and moved into the room. 'Just like trains,' she said, standing by her bed, grinned that mischievous, girlish grin, 'nothing for five years then two come along together.' No question it was a fuck then. 'Yes, us two,' I pressed up against her. We spent another five minutes while I felt around her body, undid buttons to release her tits for a good massage. I liked to think it was in the excitement of me riding her again that with no sense of embarrassment at being seen did not close the curtains or the window simply stepped out of her clothes. Gran was down to her panties and on the duvet sucking her fingers before I had time to think what to do next, she watched me approach. Sitting on the bed I ran hands over her body, corralled a breast, sucked a nipple, 'you like doing that for me, don't you?' she asked. 'Yes, ' I said, standing, 'I like doing this better for you,' and took my jeans off. Watching me thumb my briefs down I read her expression when my stiff cock flicked upright. You could see her thinking, 'Christ, a s*******n year old is going to give me that again,' a hand rubbing just above her ...