Getting Checked Out
I was recently in my local supermarket picking up few things. Included was some ride and slide lube. As I was getting checked out at self service area it rolled off the counter and got stopped and returned by an older gentleman.
He smiled knowingly saying "I believe this is yours my dear" I knew I was blushing as I accepted the item and stamered a "yes thank you" He just winked and went back to his shopping.
As fate would have it ten minutes later I'm at my car phone in hand arranging breakdown recovery. Bloody electrics playing up again. So guess who is parked across from me and had heard me shouting down the phone as connection wasn't great.
The man came over smiled and said "I couldn't help overhearing my dear,can I help in any way" I said "Thanks but the garage is coming to pick up car soon so Im fine but stuck here for at least next half hour"-"why don't you let me get you a coffee or something while you wait"
I was so pissed off by then I accepted and after we got properly introduced I chatted to Jimmy and really felt at ease with this stranger. Jimmy told me he was a widower, he was 64, retired and had a stepdaughter about my age who lived with him sometimes when not working out of town.
She was self employed apparently, traveled a lot, away for days sometimes. He looked and sounded like he missed her being with him. He asked about my situation, I explained I was single, divorced two years, had my own business buying and selling books.
Twenty minutes later I was informed car had to be towed. I was so pissed off I said "fuck" I was so embarrassed but Jimmy laughed and said "no problem love we all do it". I said I was needing to get my shopping and some items from car then phone a taxi home" -"Oh not at all my dear, I will drop you off anywhere you need to be"
I said "oh I couldn't impose on you Jimmy, you've been more than kind already" "nonsense love, it's my pleasure" next thing i know both me and my bags are in his car and outside my door. Jimmy carried my bags to the porch. I asked him in and we sat chatting some more over another cuppa.
The conversation soon got round to marriage or lack of in my case. Then inevitably led on to revelations of a sexual nature. How much not having regular relationship was lonely and frustrating.
Jimmy smiled saying " Ahh, thats what your little tub of stuff is for"-"That's cheeky James" I replied smilingly. But ultimately the truth. It was for use with my strap on for when my friend Laura was sleeping over. Never told him that bit though.
All this talk of things sexual was getting my old tingle going. I could feel my crotch damping and knew when Jimmy left I wouldn't be needing much lube. I thanked Jimmy again and said I didn't know how to thank him. I told him to have a look at my bookcase and take anyone he fancied.
Jimmy had a good look and returned to the kitchen with the one book I forgot was laying around in the lounge. It was a history of porn in movies. Illustrated in colour. "I like this one but it wasn't in your bookcase my dear, have you finished with it yet" I was mortified saying "uhm hmm ahh well not quite but you can borrow it for now."
Jimmy leafed through the pages and found the passage I had ear marked to return to.
It was a girl about 18 about to be fucked up the arse by a very large dildo held by an older male. "I like your taste in reading material love" I could see him stripping me with his eyes my pussy was soaking, my body was tingling, nipples like iron studs. I needed to get him out.
I guess in hindsight this was on his mind from the start in the store. He knew I was getting horned up and he suddenly spurted out. " You know you could stop reading and start doing if you like. I'm very experienced love, plus you look like you could do with a good fuck if you don't mind me being so bold".
Bold, he was practically brazen, I was too horny now to think straight and hadn't had any cock for ages. Laura and a strap on was fun and did the job, but a real live flesh and blood boner was a treat my aching c**t hadn't tasted in months.
I don't remember if he came to me or what? but next thing I do remember my top is over my head, my long skirt is up my back, my pale blue panties soaked around the crotch are pulled roughly down to my ankles, and my braless 32b tits are having their nipples thrummed like guitar strings.
I was moaning, I can't for the life of me think why? but I started to say "no don't we can't, it's not right, please please" please really meant don't you dare stop as this older man, who could have been my dad had me near stripped and bent over the island in my own kitchen.
His throbbing cock banging against my buttocks slicked up my arse crack while further soaking my vaginal lips with his pre cum. Oh I couldn't hold back any longer and reached around to grab his old member. I was amazed to find it was only about 5 inches, but rock hard and so very thick.
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