One afternoon last week, I was in the cafe of my local super market when I noticed my neighbour, Hazel, so I went over and asked if she minded if I shared her table. She smiled up at me and nodded. When I was settled, I noticed she seemed to be down in the dumps so I asked her what was wrong. She smiled at me again, this time with a sad look on her face. “Well Mike,” she said, “if you must know, I’ve realised I’m getting past it. While I was getting dressed this morning I looked in the mirror and couldn’t believe how old I looked.”
Shaking my head, I smiled at her. “Should have gone to Spec-Savers,” I laughed, pinching a line from a TV advert. “You look great for someone our age.” We were both in our late sixties so neither of us were spring chickens but as I’d told her she did look great for a woman her age.
My comments seemed to cheer up a bit and once we’d finished our coffees, we headed back home. We both live in a small block of sheltered that was about ten minutes from the supermarket and when we arrived at the block, Hazel asked me if I fancied a coffee at at her place. As we both lived alone and I’d got nothing planned for the rest of the afternoon, I happily accepted her offer.
After we were inside her flat, Hazel took of her coat and I noticed that the top two buttons of her blouse were open revealing the lacy top of her bra. I didn’t say anything and I don’t think Hazel noticed either, because when she finally returned from the kitchen with the coffee and bent down to put it on the coffee, I got an even better view of the bra and the cleavage it formed.
As we sat drinking our coffee Hazel suddenly turned to me. “Did you mean it Mike, when you said I look great?” she asked, “or were you just saying that?”
“No,” I quickly replied, “I wasn’t just saying that, and from what I can see, you look better than great.” As I spoke I nodded down at her partially unbuttoned blouse. For a second or two she just sat there then followed the direction of eyes and quickly re-buttoned the blouse. “Oh I’m sorry Mike,” she said, blushing, “I didn’t know.”
“Oh there’s no need to apologise Hazel,” I said, “if you think what I just saw looks past it, you definitely need to got to Spec-Savers.”
“Yes it’s amazing what a good bra can do,” she laughed, “you should see them without one.”
“Mmm,” I said, this time more seriously, “is that an invitation? If it is I’d love to.” I saw Hazel blush again and quickly apologised. “Sorry Hazel,” I said, “I didn’t mean to embarrass you but they certainly look good from where I’m sitting.”
What Hazel did next took me completely by surprise. Standing up, she fully unbuttoned her blouse, slid it off her shoulders then, with one hand, reached behind her back and unclipped the pale blue satin bra she was wearing. Smiling down at me, she held it in place with the other hand, then said. “Well you asked for it Mike, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” With that she let the bra drop, fully exposing her breasts. Of course her cleavage wasn’t as well defined as when she was wearing the bra, but it still looked good to me and I felt a stirring in my pants.
“Well, now do you believe me,” she said, pulling the bra back up over her breasts. What ever came over me at that moment, I’ll never know, but whatever it was, it changed the rest of my life. I stood up and pulled her hands towards me, allowing the bra to fall to the floor at our feet. A look of panic filled her face and she made as if to bend down ad pick it up again but I put my arms around her waist and pulled her close to me and kissed her, a hard passionate kiss that stopped her in her tracks. For a second or two she didn’t respond but then I felt her relax and she put her arms around my neck and returned the kiss, sighing softly.
With us standing so close together I knew Hazel couldn’t see the bulge in my pants so I pulled her tighter against me, making sure she could feel it. As I ground my hips against her, she groaned softly and I felt her knees begin to buckle. Hazel is slightly disabled and I realised if I didn’t do something quickly she was going to finish up in a heap at my feet so I turned her round and sat her down on the couch, sitting down beside her. Now close up, I had the chance to take in the full beauty of her breasts. Naturally they sagged a little but they were still as firm as a woman ten years her junior and she had the most wonderful nipples I’d ever laid eyes on.
For what seemed like an age we just sat there, neither of us daring to make the first move and I realised that if I didn’t there was a good chance the heat of the moment would cool so, taking things slowly, so as not to alarm her, I moved my hand onto the soft, warm flesh of her breasts and ran the palm of my hand over her nipples, feeling them harden under it. Hazel groaned softly as I returned my lips to hers and kissed her again before working my way down over her chin and the front of her neck, before sliding my tongue into her cleavage. She groaned softly and I felt her body stiffen as I turned my head to one side and ran the tip of my tongue over the corrugated skin surrounding her nipple with. Pulling back slightly to gauge her reaction, I could see that her head was laid back on the couch and her eyes were closed. Her breathing seemed laboured and, as I took the nipple between my lips and sucked it into my mouth she gasped loudly.
Almost immediately I detected the delightful aroma of a woman in heat and her groans grew louder and I felt her body tense even more just before she grabbed the back of my head, pulling it harder onto her breast. Then to my amazement, she came, her body shuddering uncontrollably as her orgasm consumed her and the unmistakable scent of her climax drifted up to me.
I moved my lips back up to hers and kissed her again and felt her moan softly into my mouth. I could tell she was getting even more aroused as her breathing increased and, praying that she wouldn’t call a halt to proceedings, I let my hand rest on her leg, an inch or so above the hem of her skirt. Feeling no resistance I moved it slightly lower until it was just above her knee. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, her legs moved, opening in an unspoken invitation to me to continue with my exploration of her mature body, an invitation I wasn’t about to turn down.
Again, taking my time so as not to panic her, I slowly worked my hand up under the hem of her skirt, massaging the soft, warm skin of her inner thigh as I moved it higher. Her breathing was now slow and steady with soft sighs escaping her lips as my fingers neared their goal. I swear I could feel the moist heat emanating from her pussy as I slowly stroked my hand higher and when they finally made contact with the lacy material of her panties where they covered the entrance to her love tunnel, she cried out and thrust upwards with her hips as she came for a second time.
Taking a woman to her second orgasm in less than fifteen minutes was a first for me and, spurred on by her reaction, I eased the crotch of her panties aside. Now I could feel her hot, wet pussy lips and traced the tip of one finger down through them, eliciting another gasp from her as it passed over her clit. A shudder ran through her body as I eased the finger inside her and again she raised her hips, more slowly this time and it slid deeper into her wetness.
If there’s one thing I like more than the feel and scent of a woman on heat, it’s the taste and I pulled my hand down from under her skirt and slipped my finger into my mouth. Hazel watched intently as I sucked her sweet juices off it, savouring the taste of them. Now with my hand no longer up under her skirt, Hazel was able to stand, which she did, unzipping he skirt and pushing down over her hips before she sat down beside me again.
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