In 1965, I found perverted old Hazel, an average-looking 65-plus-year-old lady. The only thing not average was her sex drive which (I found out later) was extremely high. Her problem was that during the last five years of marriage, her husband could not perform. She was lucky insomuch that she found a nice virile young man who lived up the road from her and had a strong fetish for fucking old ladies. But he had got a new job and moved away. So it was time for her to find another young lover. Now it is not easy for an old lady to get one off the shelf, so to speak. But she found a nice perverted guy by accident.
It was during the summer on the train when she visited her sister. She always caught the afternoon slow train as she liked looking at the scenery. With no corridor; she had a compartment to herself.
That afternoon walking along the platform, she spied a suitable young man sitting alone and opened the door to join him. As she had big tits, Hazel always wore dresses that displayed a lot of her old crinkly cleavage. It was the one thing that men, of all ages, could not resist looking at. Sitting directly opposite she introduced herself. "As we are alone I think it's rude not to introduce oneself. I am Hazel. And you are?"
Shaking her hand as he ogled her tits, replied, "Dave pleased to meet you, Hazel."
As she sat back down she ensured her dress rode up discreetly showing a hint of stocking tops. And to add some spice she let her knees open slightly.
Young Dave unbeknown to Hazel, had a strong granny fetish and adored old sexy ladies. From experience, he knew straight away, what she wanted but was intrigued to find how far she would go to get it! As he was visualising fingering and fucking her, his large cock started growing. Making no effort to hide it, he saw her looking in amazement. Encouraged at what she was seeing, Hazel lazily opened her chubby nylon clad legs further, giving him a good and clear eyeful. Then she sat back looking at the bulge in his trousers which was stimulating her bladder to squirt drops of piss, which was making her very wet. Boy did she want him!
He knew he had been staring too long and too intently up Hazel's dress but as he looked up, she had the biggest smile.
"You are cheeky aren't you young Dave. Staring up my dress and ogling my tits like that! Don't you dare deny it? But I am really flattered that I can get you aroused. That lovely bulge right there. I would say you have a good seven inches."
"Eight I think. What else did you expect to happen? Flashing your lovely old tits and giving me a virtual invite to finger your hairy wet cunt, sure I am aroused, so are you, I bet."
"Yes I am, but I am also curious as to why my old body turns you on so much? Tell me, and as we have been using filthy language, I would like you to continue as it gets me sexed up."
"My fetish and lust for elderly ladies started when I was just 19. I was getting angry with young girls who thought my cock was too big. However, by chance, I befriended a lovely old lady and bit-by-bit; she seduced me and showed me how her lovely old cunt could more than take my cock. Thereafter, I was hooked and when you started flashing your tits and fanny I could not resist."
"So how many oldies have you fucked Dave?"
"I don't keep score Hazel. I would say in the region of 7 to 10 in two years."
