Chance Meeting 38

It was 2 weeks before Christmas and I finally got to the post office with several boxes to mail out. At 60 and once divorced and twice widowed, Christmas wasn't everything it used to be, but I tried to do my best. I bantered back and forth with the young lady at the postal counter, while my male eye took note of her co-worker with the low-cut top and very large breasts.

As I left the little country post office I held the door for a lady about my age. Her arms were full of packages, and she thanked me, saying that she'd wondered how she would get the door open. I assured her that I was always happy to open doors for good looking ladies like herself.

She laughed out loud, slapped herself on her very substantial ass and said, "You might want to get your eyes checked, I'm just old and fat."

"Pleasantly plump, then, if you like." I responded, "but to some of us older and wiser gentlemen, that is indeed, quite attractive."

She blushed a little, smiled at me and said, "well, thank you very much sir."

Other than thinking that she was, indeed, my kind of woman... wide hipped, big assed and soft and squishy in the middle... I didn't think too much about it.

But, when I found myself at the same post office two days later with a few remaining items, the thought crossed mind that it would be nice to see her again. This time it was the large breasted lady who waited on me. And her top was a bit thinner or her bra less substantial because her headlights were on high beam. Seeing hard nipples poke through a thin top always gets me thinking naughty thoughts but I'm a good guy and didn't make any lewd comments.

I hopped back in my truck, sighing that my little Hallmark movie moment had not happened. No fat bottomed, mature lady needed my help with the door. I fastened my seat belt and was about to put the truck in gear when an old Buick pulled in. I hesitated, checking to see who it was. I laughed to myself when my friend from 2 days before rolled out of the car and started waddling to the door. I quickly got out of my truck and rushed to open the door for her.

She looked up at me in surprise and giggled, "hey, are you stalking me?" she joked.

I winked at her and said, "Well, I could stalk you, if that's what you want, but this one is just an innocent freebie." And I smiled back at her.

"But, since we meet again, allow me to introduce myself, I'm Dan."

And as we shook hands, she replied, "And I'm Kathy, or as my friends call me, Crazy Kat. Oh, my what big hands you have."

I laughed again, and winked, "Well, you know what that means... I wear big gloves."

By now, I was back inside the post office as she got her roll of stamps. As we went back outside, I said, "Well, Kat, I'd ask if you wanted to get a cup of coffee, but as you know, out here where we live, there is no place to get coffee."

Immediately, she came back with, "Well, except my house, I just put a fresh pot on to brew before I came over to get my stamps. As long as you open my door like a gentleman, you certainly would be welcome to come over and share a cup. As you know... company is few and far between out here in the boonies."

So, I followed her for the couple of miles to her house, popping a mint into my mouth as we drove and checking to make sure my eyebrows were pointing in the proper direction and my beard and moustache were not too unruly.

She lived in a nice ranch style house back a long farm lane, not far from my own house. I got out quickly and admired the view of her wide ass as she slid out of her own car. She had pulled into her garage, and I rushed around the other side of her car so I could open the door to her house.

I felt a little rush of excitement as she closed the garage door, and we were alone inside her house. As she pushed past me, through the door I smelled a waft of fragrance that enchanted me. No, it wasn't some sweet perfume. It was the natural, feral aroma of a mature woman who hasn't showered in a couple of days. A mix of sweat, urine and feminine musk that a dirty old man like me found intoxicating. As I followed her inside, I quickly adjusted the crotch of my pants to accommodate my growing erection.

Now, let me stop here for a moment to say that I am not very well endowed. At it's hardest, my cock struggles to reach 5 inches and average thick. I can't fuck for hours like a porn star, although I can go a little longer than when I was young, and I do still produce a good amount of cum when I orgasm.

The coffee was ready, and I was obviously in a good mood because to the question of how I like my coffee, I said, "I like my coffee like my women, sweet, white and creamy."

As soon as I said it I blushed and apologized. But Kat just laughed and agreed that she preferred her coffee like her men, tall, white and strong. I'm tall, so I said, "well, two out of three ain't bad". We both admitted that it was nice to be able to be a little playful.

Before I knew it, the coffee pot was empty, it was almost noon, and both of us had done a lot of laughing, a lot of flirting and made a ton of sexual innuendos. I had to pee. As she directed me to the bathroom, Kat apologized. Her well was having issues, and she hadn't had tap water for over a week.

There were a couple of buckets of water she'd gotten from a neighbor for flushing purposes. I assured her that I was a country boy, no big deal. In fact, I could just go outside if she preferred. She laughed and said she didn't have that option, and she could always get more water.

In the end I used her bathroom. And, I was a naughty, naughty boy. I examined her laundry hamper. Several pairs of fragrant, stained, dirty, granny panties were among her dirty laundry. I grabbed a pair from underneath, got a quick whiff and stuffed them in my pocket for later.

As I was preparing to leave, I asked Kat what she was doing for showers. She blushed a deep red and admitted she simply hadn't had one in a week. Since it was just her there, it hadn't really mattered that much.

Now, she was self-conscious about her aroma. I got close to her, put my hands on her shoulders and slowly made a show of sniffing all around her body. With a smile on my face I said, "well, I think you smell delicious. And with that I better get out of here before you think I'm some sort of pervert.".

She giggled and admitted that she was already pretty sure I was a pervert. Thankfully, she sort of liked perverts and she swatted me on the backside. "Y'all come back now, ya hear?"

She laughed as I walked down the path to my truck. I turned and said, "What time does this coffee shop open tomorrow morning." With an exaggerated wink and swing of her big hips she said, "Typically, we open for business about 8, but you can stop by anytime."

I was whistling all day long. When I actually got home, I stripped off my clothes, sat in my recliner and played with myself for an hour, smelling and licking Kat's dirty panties as I watched some porn. I didn't cum, just edged myself and dreamed of how good Kat must smell and taste.

The next morning, I added a Viagra to my morning pills. A guy needs to be prepared. I'm not typically a morning person but I parked my truck outside of Kat's house at 7:45. I was early, but she'd said I could come anytime. Plus, I carried a bucket of water with me, to replace what I'd used the day before. I know, I know, it was silly, but that's me.

She had heard my truck pull up and had a big smile on her face as she opened the door for me before I knocked. She wore a soft, thin cotton night shirt that only made it halfway down her thick thighs, house slippers and a thin house coat, that wasn't tied shut and simply hung open.

Apparently, I paused on her porch to ogle her body. I did notice that her breasts were larger than I'd realized and hung down full and heavy. The cold air from outside had her nipples so hard that the thumb sized appendages pushed clearly through her top. Her night shirt clung tightly to her broad hips.

She sort of startled me when she said, "well, now that you've undressed me fully with your eyes, why don't you come in before my nipples freeze and fall off." I turned bright red and stammered an apology.

"Oh, don't apologize sweetie, I very much am enjoying how your eyes devour my fat, old body." Again, as I passed her she swatted me on the ass, allowing her handle to squeeze and linger on my cheeks as she said, "pervert".

In addition to taking my Viagra, I had worn a pair of sweatpants with no underwear and I'm sure, that with Kat grabbing my ass, she could tell what I had on or didn't have on.

It was obvious that we were both horny this morning and had been thinking about this time all night. Our conversation was more stilted than the day before. I was trying not to stare at her nipples, which were still rock hard even with no cold air blowing on them. She tried not to stare at my crotch, where my semi hard cock was easily visible inside of my soft, tight sweatpants.

Finally, I cleared my throat and apologized for being early and not giving her time to get dressed. She replied that what she had on was her normal clothing unless she was going out.

She paused and then said, "very comfortable and (now she rubbed her hands over her big, swollen tits and grasped her nipples with her thumbs and fore fingers, rolling them and sighing), it's easy to get to anything I might want to play with."

We were staring directly into one another's eyes. I could see the hunger and the fire in her eyes. I replied, "You know I love cantaloupe... nice, ripe, juicy cantaloupe... and it smells just like what I love." She looked confused as she sat on the couch, a coffee mug resting on her big belly now.

Never taking my eyes from her's, I lowered myself to the floor in front of her and nudged her legs open with my elbows. She willingly complied and I said, "mmm, oh yeah, it smells so ripe, I just have to have some... is that okay?"

Putting her hand on the top of my head head and slowly pushing my head toward her crotch she said huskily, "oh Dan, you eat all you want and find out exactly why they call me crazy Kat.".

I was in heaven. I kissed the soft, dimpled skin of her inner thighs as I breathed in the raunchy, ripe, strong scent of her hot pussy. As her thighs spread, her pussy lips opened wide, revealing pink, full, crinkled lips and an open hole.

White rivulets of her juices clung to her gray pussy hair and dangled from one lip to the other. I could see white smegma in the crevices of her cunt. The smell of stale urine, her unwashed ass and her flowing, overheated pussy combined to be such a strong combination I couldn't breathe.

I wanted to savor it, to go slowly, but I couldn't help myself. With an animalistic growl, I grabbed a thigh in each hand and pushed my face into her. My tongue pushed up inside of her hole as deep as I could go, my nose pushing against her swollen clit. I broadened my tongue and took a lick right up the middle of her pussy, over her peehole and flicked hard across her clit from underneath.

She gasped and pulled my face tighter to her. I slurped and gobbled. Working my way up one pussy lip, digging out all the week's long build up of sweat, urine and juices from every crinkle and crevice. Then I slurped up the length of her pussy again and sucked her clit into my mouth. I sucked it like a tiny cock, swirling my tongue around it inside my lips.

Now, I cleaned her other lip and back up to suck her clit. Her breathing was heavy, and she was moaning. I kissed her inner thighs and made her gasp when I let my teeth take small love bites. I pushed her hips up and nipped my teeth over the bottom of her ass cheeks.

Back to that glorious clit. I sucked and nibbled and flicked it over and over with my tongue. Soon she was gasping and softly but urgently saying, "oh my god, oh my god, fuck, shit, oh, I'm cumming." She pulled my head hard tight to her, smashing my lips against her clit and she ground her hips into my face as she orgasmed.

She didn't squirt. Instead, thick creamy goo oozed steadily out of her cunt and dribbled toward her ass. I hadn't been thinking about myself at all as I was eating her cunt, but as I begin to lick up that tasty cream, I notice my cock as harder than it had been in 20 years.

Oh god, I could live on that cream, tasty, sensual, erotic. I rubbed my face over her cunt, dipping my tongue down I licked her asshole. So tasty, acrid, smelly, I couldn't get enough as my nose pushed up inside of Kat's gooey cunt and her juices coated my moustache.

I pushed my tongue in and out of her asshole, cleansing it with my saliva, fucked it with my tongue. She orgasmed again and kept having mini spasms. I kissed her thighs, trying to catch my breath.

Without a word, Kat reached out her hands and pulled me to my feet, embracing me tightly. She was crying. I thought maybe I had done something wrong, but she assured me she was just overcome with emotion. She thanked me for an amazing orgasm. She called me a wonderful, filthy pervert as she pulled me back the hall to her bedroom.

She pulled off my shirt and my sweatpants and pushed me back onto the bed. Oh god, I moaned as I felt her hot, wet mouth slide down onto my engorged, swollen, erect cock.

Since I'm not large she sucked my entire cock into her mouth, and I felt her tongue lapping at my swollen balls. I felt the cool air as she removed her mouth, and I felt her weight on the mattress as she straddled my body.

Oh god, she was facing away from me, and she mounted me in a reverse cow-girl position. How did she know that was my favorite? As she lowered her hot, wet, open cunt onto my hard cock I thrust up into her. My hands were on her hips, my thumbs digging down into her crack, meeting at her asshole.

Oh, my goodness, the smell of her ass as it opened with her knees spread wide. The heat of her cunt sliding down onto my hard cock. I wouldn't last long as she slapped wetly down onto me, and I thrust up into her. Oh fuck, oh fuck...shit, shit, I'm cumming, fuck.

I felt my cock head swell and spurt after spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum shot deep into her cunt. She paused as I caught my breath.

I gasped when she pulled off of my wilting cock. I gasped again as she backed up and bent her head and sucked my sticky, cum coated cock into her mouth. I would have gasped a third time when she lowered her cum filled cunt on to my mouth, but I couldn't speak. Instead, I stuck out my tongue and began to slurp and suck and lick up all of my cum from her pussy.

I am infatuated by creampies and always think I'll clean up, but usually, as soon as I cum I chicken out. This time I had no choice, it just happened.

After a gag or two I began to enjoy it. Eating my own cum started to turn me on. Feeling it slide down my throat, tasting it's sweet but musky, gooey flavor as Kat sucked our juices from my dick was very quickly arousing me.

I felt the tension in my groin and before I hardly knew it, I was cumming again, Kat sucking it out of me. Oh, my. After the second orgasm, my cock head was so sensitive my legs jerked around, and I moaned into her wet cunt.

Finally, she climbed off of me and I gasped in relief. We lay side by side on the bed, sweaty skin touching sweaty skin as we both waited for our breathing to return to normal.

Finally, blowing my breathe out in a big sigh, I said, "Wow, I think we both really needed that. But I'm old and now I'm worn out."

Kat agreed and we cuddled up in each other's arms and took a nap. When we woke, we were sticky, and our flesh was clinging together. My beard was dirty with dried cum and fluids.

We got dressed, hopped in my truck and went to my house for a refreshing hot shower in my walk-in shower. We enjoyed soaping one another's big bodies. We kissed a bit. But for now, our passion was satisfied.

I drove Kat back home and we agreed to get together again after the hecticness of the holidays was over. By then, even a couple of old perverts like us would be horny again.