I really get off on waitresses, especially older ones. The ones that like to fuck around with younger guys. It's been my experience since quite early on, that those old broads are very kinky and have a ton of tricks under their skirts.
I was seduced as a young man by a bawdy 46 year old blonde named Greta. I was working part time at a Canadian Tire store and was a regular at the dinner across the road, where she worked. She was my first waitress, my first older woman, and believe me she could serve up one hell of a raunchy meal!
Greta was a wet dream come true! She was 27 years older than me, and had the biggest most suckable tits I'd ever seen in my life! They literally stretched the top of her pink uniform to the point where I was certain she'd be popping her buttons at any second. When ever she leaned over the table to serve me her tits looked as though they were about to spill out onto my plate!
The best thing about Greta though, was that she had the hots for me! I could she did because she always moved behind me to clear the table and made sure that her huge globes pressed and rubbed against my back. She was always teasing me too, kidding me about the young girls she'd see me with. She'd ask when I thought I'd be ready for a real woman!?
Late one night, Greta took matters into her own hands. We were alone in the diner and Greta "accidentally" dumped half a glass of Cherry Cola into my lap. She apologized like mad and then began dabbing the crotch of my pants with the hem of her uniform. The very first touch of her hand gave me a tremendous hard-on, instantly. Before I knew it Greta was no longer dabbing the moist spot in my lap, but rather rubbing it and pressing down on it with a horny and hungry look gleaming in her eyes.
I never realized that she was actually serious all those times in the past when she said she'd like to screw me. I always thought she was just playing around with me.
The next thing I knew the diner was closed for the nigh, and great told me to come upstairs to her apartment so she could wash the cola out of my pants before it stained. But I think we both knew what was really going to happen when we got there. As I waited, without my pants, in her bedroom, visions of her mammoth titties danced through my mind.
Never in my wildest dreams could I have ever imagined just how truly immense and magnificent Greta's jugs really were though. She stood in front of me braless, her uniform open to the waist and her tits looking like two huge, succulent melons. Greta laughed when she saw my jaw drop and my mouth hang open, drooling.
She offered me one of her tits, "Here Hon....this boob's for you!"
I had never played with a breast that required two hands. Not that this presented a problem as I eagerly took her heavy jug into my hands. The longer I played with it the harder and longer her nipple grew, until finally Greta clutched my head and pressed me into her bosom firmly. She began moaning and believe it or not, she actually started cumming!