I’ve always had a thing for older women. Now I’m 71 years and older is really old! Still got that thing though.
Yesterday afternoon I was working in my studio welding up a stand for a sculpture when my studio neighbor Patricia walks in to thank me for being so noisy earlier before she started teaching her painting class. I had no idea she had a class , I just ran my tumbler when I need to clean some parts.
Patricia is almost as tall as my 6’2” lean and elegant, almost 80 years. She is an old hippie and does visionary painting.
I was sitting at a low work table and she kept touching my arm and shoulder, I moved closer on my wheeled work stool and said mmm higher and she started working over my shoulder. It felt so good she kinda purred how tight my shoulders were and didn’t my wife do this for me . I told her that my wife doesn’t do much at all for me anymore.
She got close behind me and hot pressure points on my collar bone that released all the tension in my shoulders. As she did she was rubbing her sagging tits against my back. I moaned as her strong fingers dug into tense muscles.
Patricia has long lovely tan legs and she sits half in the shade on warm afternoons her legs stretched in front of her of her and I’ve admired them for years. I slid one hand down and caressed her calf. She didn’t move away and kept massaging my shoulders murmuring about how strong. Then I had both hands sliding up and down her calves. And her tits against the back of my neck.
I felt a familiar strong surge as my cock grew hard. And felt her rubbing her pussy against my back. My hands moved higher above her knees and I could feel her trembling. OMG! Was this gonna happen?
I stood and turned to face her. Our eyes met almost level as I pulled her close her hand caressed the from on my bib overalls, Tracing the line of my erection.
We kissed then deep tongues and both so aroused. I caressed her tits with one hand and her ass with the other, both old enough to know what we wanted and eager to get it.
Now, my shop is a dirty place, metal fabrication and sculpture does not make for comfort.
Her studio however , was made for painting and comfort. I suggested we might go across the her place. And with a twinkle in her smile she agreed. "You go first, I’ll close up and follow". She left and I closed a couple of doors and gas valves. I followed and her door was cracked and I slipped in with no one seeing. As l looked into her little office I saw her naked and reclined on the sofa oh fuck in the dim light I could easily image how she must 've looked when she was younger.
She beckoned me over and then I was there. I kneeled on the soft rug and buried my face beteeen her thighs. Her trimmed bunch parted as my tongue parted her pussy lips licking and probing. She held my head and moaned her pleasure. I found her clit and sucked and licked mmm it was erect and large . As te and licked her pussy she was so wet. I could not believe it she’s 78 years.
My cock throbbing so hard and aroused as I regard back unzipped and it popped right out she grabbed and stroked it.
More later