Mick was flipping through the adult chat and meeting sites that he had been associated with for a number of years, not that they had been an outstanding success for in the hundreds of profile he has investigated he had only met four women and only two were in favour of a sexual adventure. However the sites were free so he just kept his name on the books and if there was an interesting profile he would click onto it. So far any incoming interest from a woman was rather rare, but he had nothing much to do this afternoon so spend a bit of time crawling through the contacts and it was then that a signal flashed up that there was a message on ‘Go Fishing’. He bought it up and clicked onto the profile.

The woman was in her sixties, her hair was short and was slightly grey in colour and the photo didn’t give much information re the size of her tits, however in her brief conversation it was just to say ‘I liked your profile’. Her name was Helen. Her profile didn’t give much away but it was the sort he liked for it showed a woman with a bit of mystery, but he wanted to know what was it about his information that attracted her, her reply shortly followed. “I am rather lonely and your casual arrangement could be a bit of an adventure for I gather casual could also mean sex; do you fuck women my age Mick?” Such a statement wasn’t new he had come across a couple of similar ones over the time he had been on the system, but they disappeared almost as quickly as they came. However, it was the sort of reply that he fancied, so he responded. “Absolutely Helen but not till there is a bit of foreplay, a good massage of the tits, a sucking on the nipple a fingering of the cunt and even a suck of my cock, a play with my balls and then we fuck, what position do you like, I can accommodate any”, he hit the send button.

There was no immediate reply; in fact the ‘online’ signal went blank. ‘Oh! Well”, he muttered. “She did ask and in that sort of question I won’t hold back, call a spade a spade so she will know that she can’t shock me, if that was her intention”. No further comment came till later that evening, this was the time he did venture onto the sites for he did chat with a couple of women that were on the other side of the country and who he would most likely never meet. Her signal came through ‘Helen here Mick, got a bit side tracked, certainly was not expecting such a reply, but your description of your programme has my interest; I would like to meet you and part-take in what you call foreplay”. He paused before replying for so many other women had come up with that ‘let’s meet’ only to cancel once he agreed. “That is a nice suggestion but I have had other women say the same thing and the moment I agree and alter my agenda, they then cancel, it is a real cunt of a thing so I would be happy to go along with what you have said but Helen there has to be no cancellation”, he hit the send button.

“Mick I am lonely, I want company and I want sex, sex is a must, I want to be fucked, again and again till I can only think of cock, there will be no cancellation” He smiled, for in all the contacts he had and one was a swinger he had never had such a response. “You are on”, he typed. “Give me a location or would you like me to suggest one and a day and time”.

“I am available any time Mick, you decide for I am yours to manoeuvre”

“Your profile told me your suburb. I know the shopping complex, you have only one and that is in Dawson street, there is a coffee shop in the complex called ‘Make mine hot’, I could meet you this coming Thursday, say two o’clock and if you are happy with the physical get together we make further plans to accommodate your hope”.

“Yes that is great. I will be wearing a light coloured blouse and a matching skirt”. He replied saying he would be wearing blue jeans and a dark brown shirt. His last text was ‘till Thursday’.

The coffee shop was quite busy, he recognized her at the same time she smiled at him. He ordered and shortly the coffee arrived, general chit=chat followed till he suggested that the shop was a bit noisy and that for a further adventure they depart. “I know a quite park, quite bushie where we could get to know each other in a more enjoyable engagement”, she smiled and quickly latched onto him and they left as though they had known each other for some time.

They followed gravel and badly maintained road to a small car park, totally deserted and very much in needs of maintenance. “I think this will do”, Mick said as he turned the engine off. “I don’t think we will be disturbed. Now come here my dear and let the fucking begin”. She giggled as he embraced her. They kissed, first the mouth and then the tits, her nipples sparked with saliva as he worked between her spread thighs; she had made no objection to his request to remove her panties and now with thighs well spread he worked on that hairy triangle and she responded pushing herself up against the invading finger while gripping his erection that was also open to the air. “Now you cunt we fuck”, he stammered. She was still gasping as he got out and opening her side of the car, pulled her head towards his cock. “Now get your mouth around that and don’t forget the balls, I like the balls given a rough treatment”. She didn’t comment but as she sucked she yanked and he groaned in appreciation. She sucked till he stopped her. “Now we do what we came here to explore”, he muttered as he took her out, turned her around, pushed her forward onto the seat, bared her attractive and smooth bottom and rammed his cock home, right to his balls and her cry echoed from tree to tree as he fucked that accommodating cunt. “That is it you randy cunt, work that bum”, she panted as he fucked, ramming and withdrawing and ramming again. In and out his cock went and she vibrated, working in rhyme, lifting herself so he could maul her tits and pulled her harden nipples but when his balls exploded her howl of satisfaction would rival any call from the wild.