Pat is a nice looking lady in her early fifties but with the body of a 30 year old, which when you consider it's hardly been used is not surprising. Until a few weeks ago she had never ever had an orgasm and never slept with anyone other than her Husband Gary. In Pat's own words, he was a RORO merchant (roll on, roll off) and was usually too pissed to perform. Having come from a Catholic background she even thought it was a sin to play with herself, she just assumed that was how life was. That was until I came along. It seems I've awakened a sexual monster and now she just can't get enough.
Three weeks into our affair and I introduced her to this site. She was amazed at the stories. The ones that really turned her on is where the woman allowed herself to be felt up or fucked by complete strangers. "Do people really do these things? She asked, "Sure, my ex wife used to love being fucked be some stranger, in-fact, she said it was even more of a turn on if she never saw his face." Pat looked thoughtful. I'd already introduced her the joys of flashing and she is more than willing to go out without panties and bra, but it's a bit jump from looking to touching. Wearing a see through blouse she still can't believe that men want to look at her tits and she will cross and uncross her stockinged legs every chance she gets providing a good view of her shaven pussy. By the time we get back she is always soaking wet and just gagging for it.
Her favourite pastime is giving me blowjobs in public places, or me fingering her pussy in a busy restaurant or train; in-fact anywhere where people might see. She claims it's the risk of getting caught that's so exciting. A few days ago she was reading a story about an older man that takes a young woman to a porn cinema, leans her over the front seat and fucks her stupid with other men watching. When she got to the bit where other men were actually joining in she just couldn't contain herself, one hand shot down her panties and the other jammed my cock into her mouth. We both came at the same time. "Wow, talk about turned on, your becoming a right little fuck slut."
"Well you taught me," she laughed, licking her lips to catch the last drops of spunk. "Fancy doing that?" I asked, indicating the story. "Hmm, I like the idea but I don't know if I could really do it, all those strange men touching me."
"I bet you'd love it, all those cocks after your body." We both agreed it might be fun but left it at that.
Two weeks later I had to go to Amsterdam on business and suggested that Pat make some excuse to Gary and come with me, it was only for two days. She told him she was visiting her sister and Tuesday night found us both safely tucked up in a small hotel. We did the usual tour of the red light district and Pat found it fascinating looking at all the tarts exposing themselves in shop windows. Mind you, she got nearly as many looks, dressed in a black skirt with a slit up the side that exposed her stocking tops and a silky black see through blouse with no bra underneath. Every now and again, I would push her into a dark doorway and run my hand up her stockings to her shaven exposed cunt. She wanted to give me a blowjob but I had other plans.
I took her back to the hotel and had her dress in just her stockings, high heels and a full length leather coat. "I can't go out like this," she giggled, looking at herself in the full length mirror. I opened the coat and made her face the mirror again. "Just think how you'll look when I undo your buttons and open your coat in front of some one." I started to finger her clit again and before she could argue, we were out of the door.
