Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story.
"I'm sorry. Am I in your way?"
The speaker was a woman and judging from her completely white hair and fine wrinkles around her eyes, she was probably very close to my 62 years, give or take a couple. She moved a shopping cart to the side of the aisle I was slowly moving down.
"No, you're not," I said with some enthusiasm. "I'm not in any hurry. Not even sure where I'm going."
She laughed and tapped my shoulder lightly as I passed her slowly. Thinking back on it, I decided to go around again so I hurried around the next aisle back to the one she was on and slowly approached her. As I did, I admired her big round bottom. I've always appreciated a woman with curves and she surely had a nice one. Nice although not too much on top but that's okay — her ass was prominent enough to grab and hold my attention.
I crept up to where she was until I was right beside her, not realizing until then that she was at least as tall as my six feet, if not an inch or so taller. In a stage whisper, I said, "Besides I'm never in so much of a hurry that I wouldn't enjoy that kind of scenery."
It took her a moment to digest what I'd said, and then a huge grin broke her frown of concentration. At the same time, I became aware of another person on my left. Glancing over, I noticed a younger woman, probably 19 or 20, quite attractive, wearing a short sweater that showed very nice cleavage and a tanned midriff.
At first I thought she was just passing by but then realized that she put something in the first woman's cart and leaned over to whisper something to her. The older woman smiled but shook her head.
"Oh, come on, Grandma," the younger one said. "You ought to take him up on the offer. You know how... horny you've been. Let him try to take care of you."
"But, honey, I don't know him."
The younger one giggled. "Yeah, but he sure wants to get to know you better."
"No, Jan, he's just kidding around. He doesn't want an old woman."
"Whoa!" I said with emphasis. "I'm very serious."
The smile disappeared from the older woman's face. "Why?" she queried.
"Because... you ARE a beautiful woman," I said, "and at the risk of proclaiming myself a dirty old man, you are also, in my opinion, a very sexy woman."
The smile reappeared, albeit a little shyly, as she bumped her shoulder into mine. "I'm too old for this. Why do you think I'm sexy?"
I cocked my head a little and looked into her light blue eyes. "Well, the entire package is very good looking, and this," I let my left hand go around her waist and then my hand slid down around her ample butt, "is my definition of fantastic."
I thought she was going to break out laughing but she didn't pull away. "And what would you do with it if you could?"
"Well... I'd start with kissing and licking every square inch of it," I said with enough feeling to let her know I meant it.
She raised her left eyebrow and asked, "Every square inch?"
"Yes, every square inch... especially..." I let the thought drift off into space. I knew she was thinking exactly the same thing I had implied.
"You don't really mean..."
"Yes, I do!"
"Oh, Grandma! You've got to try him!" the younger woman was holding onto her grandmother's other arm. "That sounds so delicious. If he does it, think how good that would be. If he doesn't, we can throw him out."
Slowly the girl's words seemed to soak in while the older woman pressed her hip into my side. Gradually she began to nod.
"How much more shopping you have to do?" she asked me in a hoarse whisper.
"Not much. You?"
"Just a little. How about we meet at the front of the checkouts?"
"Sounds good to me."
When she turned back to look at the products she had been perusing, I turned to my list and rapidly finished collecting my target items. I was almost running when I went to the checkouts and couldn't wait to get through. As it was, I had to wait a few minutes and began to wonder if they had set me up and already left but then they appeared in one of the short lines.
I followed them a couple of miles to a big, relatively new house, which was fairly typical of the area in which I lived. I helped the women carry their few purchases inside and was offered a cool drink. I accepted a glass of water and took the opportunity to again feel up the bottom of the older lady. She gave me a devilish grin and led me down a hall to a bedroom.
I turned her around and planted a kiss on her lips, letting my tongue slowly slip into her mouth. She was slow to respond but she did respond and soon we were in an all-out spit-swapping, tongue-teasing, tonsil-testing kiss. My hands slid down her back and cupped her big bottom, tugging her closely to me. There could be no doubt that she could feel my hard cock rubbing against her stomach, nor could she possibly have any lingering doubts that I truly wanted to have sex with her.
I liked that she pressed her breasts into my chest, just as much as I loved kneading handfuls of her ass and occasionally sliding my fingers between the cheeks of her bottom. Her breathing left little uncertainty that she was hot and ready for more action. I began lifting her T-shirt over her head and she helped me by raising her arms. When I slid her bra off, she was a little self-conscious, wanting to hide her slightly droopy breasts with her arms, but when I pulled her arms away, she let me admire her globes. I stooped to kiss and lick them and she seemed to appreciate my attention.
A few moments later she kicked aside her sandals and it just seemed so natural that my hands slid down her sides, into the waistband of her slacks and panties and on down her side until her clothes dropped into a puddle around her feet. I helped her back to lay on the bed and moved her clothes to a chair out of the way. While I quickly dispensed with my own clothes, I surveyed her body. I'm sure that many guys would have given her one glance and no other consideration. She carried a little extra weight around her middle and for sure her hips and buttocks were the epitome of "broad" but then that was also the kind of figure that sent my mind into a lustful frenzy.
She had moved to the middle of the bed and was laying with her arms semi-hiding the triangle of pubic hair above her pussy. They didn't completely cover her core though and I could tell from the puffiness of her outer labia that she was turned on. I crawled onto the bed from the foot, gently pushing her legs apart so that I could settle between them.
I moved her hands aside and examined her treasure, softly blowing the blood-engorged lips which elicited a soft sigh from my partner. Ever so gently I eased the tip of my tongue out and stroked up and down the hot flesh, finding little droplets of liquid coating the surface. As my tongue reached the top of her crevice, she suddenly sucked in her breath and jerked away, only to relax almost instantly and press herself back to my mouth.
I began to lick from top to bottom, back and forth, over and over, gradually pushing my tongue deeper into her gash. Savoring the heat of her core and the sweet-and-sour taste of her nectar fueled my own fire of desire for the woman. Nevertheless I was unprepared when my mouth closed over her clitoris the first time and she suddenly groaned, became stiff as a board, and flooded my face with her juices. I looked up and was gratified to see her eyes closed, her head rolled back and her hands digging like claws into the mattress.
After a few seconds, I felt the tension leave her body so, with a hand behind each of her knees; I pushed her legs up and back as far as I could get them. Then I set about doing what I had promised: I kissed and licked every inch of her ass, starting with a huge horseshoe around her hips, slowly narrowing the horseshoe until I got down to her puckered center. By the time I licked across the tight little opening, her breathing was shallow and rapid. A few moments of daubing the tip of my tongue at the center of her anus brought her to a thundering orgasm.
I was surprise to hear, "Hot damn, Grandma. He actually did it, just like he said."
I glanced around and there was the younger woman, whom I had forgotten about, sitting slouched in an easy chair. She was naked and her right hand was furiously digging between her legs. My partner sighed loudly and I turned back to her.
She had a sheen of perspiration over most of her body and a rather lopsided smile on her face, which went well with the I-don't-give-a-damn-what-happens-now expression.
I crawled up between her legs, aimed my hard-on at her pussy and asked, "May I?"
She just nodded and I plunged into her, lifting her legs to my shoulders. It felt good — no; make that great — to bury my cock into a warm slick pussy again. Her legs helped me stay upright while my hand fondled her tits, tweaking her erect nipples. I loved how every few seconds she pressed her hooters up into my hands. For several minutes, I enjoyed a leisurely fuck of a sexy woman.
Spreading her legs and easing them to the bed, I bent over and kissed her, a sloppy wet kiss with both tongues active like angry snakes. After a few minutes of that, I pulled back enough to whisper in her ear, "Would you mind if we try doggy for a while?"
"I'd like that," she responded.
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