Another true story of my fetish adventures...
I was just coming up to my 59th. birthday, when it all started between me and Dot.
She was a widow, 84 years of age and was my next door neighbour.
She often needed a job doing, not usually anything hard, just little things she couldn't manage herself.
She never made any moves toward me or hinted that she wanted me to.
Whenever I went round to her house, as I left, I'd give her a kiss on the cheek, purely a friendly peck and that was all.
That wasn't to say that I didn't fancy her. She was quite attractive for her age, obviously a bit wrinkley facially, with grey hair, which she kept in good order, slim and walked quite well, so fairly fit.
Anyway one day her sink got blocked. It was a genuine job, as were they all.
Not a big job, but a mucky one. It took about 20 minutes. Afterwards, I washed my hands and had a cup of tea with her.
"I don't know what I'd do without you as a neighbor," she said.
"Anytime," I replied.
We chatted over the tea until I realized I'd been there for nearly an hour.
As I was leaving, I went to give her the usual peck on the cheek. I don't know why I did it, but this time I kissed her on the lips and cuddled her, for a total of maybe 20 seconds.
She didn't pull away, but I left it at that and returned home.
I sometimes saw her going to the shops around the corner and in her garden and each time she gave me a smile.
So kissing her on the lips hadn't offended her or she would had said so.
What did happen was that she kept finding little things for me to do so I was round there more often.
On the first couple of times after that first lip kiss, I repeated the same as I left, a quick kiss on the lips and a short cuddle.
Then on one of the visits to do a small job I was getting ready to leave, and was looking forward to a quick lip kiss and a cuddle.
I didn't expect anything else, but then, as our lips touched, she opened her mouth and pushed her tongue into my mouth and I responded.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that," She said.
"Why not, I enjoyed it." I replied.
"Did you really? I kissed my dear hubby like that. We got used to doing it like that."
"It was lovely." I said and kissed her again and she let me, our tongues in each others mouths.
After, two or three more kisses like that I left and returned home, a good bulge in my trousers.
I did wonder if I should go any further with her, kissing was one thing, but would she want me to go any further?
Maybe next time, I should try, maybe...
Well, I did the next time I went to see her but it wasn't to do any jobs.
As we stood in her hallway, I just said, "I've come round to see you. Those kisses were so nice, I've come around for some more."
She seemed a bit surprised at what I'd said, but then put her arms around me, "Oh! Come here then." She said, obviously interested.
Immediately, our tongues were in each others mouths and I was surprised at the amount of saliva she dribbled.
She had small breasts poking outward from her lacey top, so as we kissed, I moved my right hand up over the material and upon reaching the small mound of her left breast gently rubbed it, squeezing it very gently.
"Mmmmm, naughty, naughty." She said.
I took my hand away.
"I didn't tell you to stop." She said.
So I carried on and lifted her top, reaching up underneath. I lifted the front of her small bra to expose both her little breasts and squeezed them, stroking her nipples, which were surprisingly hard, not long, but hard.
"I think you're a bit excited." I said.
"What makes you think that?" She asked.
"Your nipples are quite hard." I told her.
I bent down and sucked on her left nipple.
"Oooooh! That's nice." She said.
As I said, her breasts were quite small and what there was sagged and were empty of much fatty flesh. Ay 84 years of age, gravity had taken it's toll.
But she was still enjoying the sensations from the ends of her nipples.
I left her breasts exposed. She didn't seem to mind when I stood up to kiss her again.
At this point, I pushed my luck a bit.
While we kissed, I took her right hand and moved it down to the bulge in my trousers and as I held her hand there, I half expected her to take her hand away but she didn't.
Instead, she squeezed my throbbing bulge and her kissing became even more passionate. Her tongue forcing it's way deep into my mouth.
She was obviously getting excited at the attention I was giving her.
"Oh! My goodness me." She said. "Don't you think I'm too old?"
"No way, you're excited aren't you?"
"Yes, I am, very much." She replied.
I didn't say anything, she'd answered her own question.
I rearranged the bulge in my trousers, so that it was upright.and central in my trousers.
I held her bottom over her slacks and as I pressed myself against her, I pulled her close. She must have felt my cock.
"Oooh! This is very naughty, but I don't want it to stop," she said and continued kissing me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth.
I would have given anything to have fucked her there and then, but decided to be patient and treat her gently and respect her age, not that I needed to have done.
As we stood kissing, I reached between us, moving my hand slowly toward her crotch.
I pushed it between her thighs, wiggling it, so she'd open her legs.
I was still a little surprised at her reactions. She parted her thighs, enabling me to reach between them.
I squeezed her there.
Her slacks were damp.
"You're wet down there." I said.
"Am I? Oh Dear! I've got a bit excited, and my weak bladder has leaked, sorry."
"I don't mind, don't apologise, a bit of pee never hurt anyone." I said.
"You'd better stop it. If you keep squeezing me down there, it'll get worse." She wimpered.
"You mean it'll get better, don't you,?" I replied.
"Oh! That's naughty." She said.
"Yes." I said, cheekily and continued to rub and squeeze her over her slacks.
"Oh! I'm having a nice feel...i...n...g...oh!...Oooooh!"
Suddenly her damp slacks became wet. She didn't do much pee, but enough for it to run down the insides of her thighs soaking the material.
After a few minutes...
"Now look what you've made me do, I've wet myself." She said.
"Mmmm, I can feel it." I said, "I'm not complaining, I think it's sexy."
"Really, you think peeing is sexy?" She asked.
"Very," I replied.
"Oh! "
She was half smiling but I wasn't sure how to judge her reaction.