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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Allow me to take you back to the summer of 2007. I was 39, and had just broken up from a long-term relationship, and had also just lost my job. I was very down, and in deep financial trouble, so, when my parents suggested I move in with them until I had got back on my feet, I gladly accepted. Both retired, they had moved to the coast, and I found the seaside environment very refreshing.
One afternoon, I headed into town to visit the Job Centre, and afterwards stopped at a pub for a drink. The smoking ban had recently come into effect, so I took my pint out to the beer garden (yes I smoked then).
It was a very pleasant afternoon, and the beer garden was very busy. An elderly lady asked if she could join me at my table, and we soon got chatting.
By an odd coincidence, we both came from the same town, and we exchanged reminiscences of where we used to live. We introduced ourselves, and her name was June. She was 76, and had moved to the coast some years before. She began telling me about life in the 1950s, and I told her that period had always fascinated me, and that I wished I could have experienced it.
Eventually, the talk turned to the fashions of the day. Out of the blue, June discreetly raised the hem of her skirt, revealing her tan stocking-tops and an inch or so of her white suspenders.
My mouth went dry, my heart started thumping, and my face went red. June smiled, saying “you young people have no idea how much sexier things were then!”
She could tell from my expression that her glimpse had turned me on, and shocked me further when she asked me if I fancied coming back to her flat for a couple of drinks. Feeling aroused, but also very odd, I agreed.
Her flat was only ten minutes walk away, and we were soon there. June poured us both a glass of wine, and she gave me the ‘grand tour’ of her flat.
June went on to tell me that, even though she was approaching her 77th birthday, she still had a very big sexual appetite, and asked me if I was feeling randy. I confessed that I was, and June smiled.
“Well, get undressed then!” she said. I hesitantly began to remove my shirt and then dropped my trousers, feeling embarrassed, stood there only in my socks and underpants. June removed her cream blouse, revealing her white bra holding a pair of medium-sized boobs. She then undid her skirt, and let it drop to the floor, revealing her cream underskirt.
“Are you ready, love?” she asked, before pulling down her underskirt to show her tan stocking-tops, white suspenders, and her pink full briefs. My penis went as stiff as a poker, and tented my underpants.
“There, much sexier than those silly little things the women wear today, don’t you think?”
I told her that, yes, I loved her underwear. She said she knew I would from the moment she met me, and that I was “her type”.
June told me to sit on the edge of her bed. I did so, and she pulled my underpants down to my knees, making my stiff penis spring up. I have got a small one, being only four inches long when fully erect.
June said she loved my “little willy”, as she put it, and began to gently wank me. I groaned loudly with pleasure. Her rhythm was perfect, her grip tender and loving.
I was in ecstasy.
I could not believe than a routine afternoon had, without any warning, turned into something extraordinary. Here was I, with a lady much older than my Mum, dressed in her underwear, wanking me off. My helmet was throbbing, and my shaft completely stiff.
I moaned and she told me not to hold back, but to surrender to her. “Aunty June is going to make her conquest squirt all his sperm!” I told her I was coming, and she speeded her gentle wanking to finish me off. “Show Aunty June how much you love her! Do a nice big squirt for your Aunty!” It was sheer heaven, and I promptly succumbed, moaning with joy as June’s hand coaxed jet after jet of spunk from my throbbing penis.
My belly and shoulders were coated with spunk, as were June’s face and glasses.
I fell back, exhausted, and in a state of blissful relaxation. June went to get some tissues for me and to clean her face and glasses. She returned, and we began to chat as I recovered. She told me that she had “got the hots” for me as soon as she saw me, and if I wanted, we could be discreet lovers and make each other very happy indeed. Barely believing my luck, I eagerly agreed.
June and I remained lovers quite some, even though I eventually got a job away from the area, I still returned for days of mutual pleasure as often as possible.
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