Once, about 15 years ago, I met an older woman. She was about 55 with beautiful silver hair. I had gone to a romantic lounge, alone. It was crowded, but I had a small table in the middle aisle. She was standing behind the bar because all seats were taken. I caught her eye and waved her over. âYouâre such a dear,â she said, sitting down. âI donât know how long I would have stayed without a seat.â
We chatted away, admired others dancing, listened to some very nice sounds from the trio.
It was difficult to keep my eyes from her gorgeous tits. And she was well aware that my eyes were ravaging every swell. I was in my late 20âs then and this seemed to please her.
Smiling, she whispered, âI see your heritage left you very well-endowed too, my dear!â
âYes,â I smiled. âGranny always told me: âDrink your milk, youâll have big titties....â
Jean laughed long and hard at this and I felt quite comfortable with her in spite of the age barrier. In fact, in my mind, there WAS no age barrier at allâŚ.
Someone asked her to dance, but she replied, âIâve saved this dance for Dotty.â She stood up, held out her hand, and we cruised together to the dance floor. Many other women were dancing together also, an intended snub to some real jerks prowling the ranks.
Jean held me very close, pressing her luscious globes against my nipples. By the time we were back at the table, my pussy was more than just damp!
Finally, Jean said, âLook, why spend money here? We can drink free - with privacy - at my home. Itâs very close.â
âThat sounds wonderful!â I said. âItâs too crowed here, and I can hardly hear you.â
The house was a rambling, 12-room Victorian style mansion, perched on a slight hill. Neighbor homes were at least 150 feet away to either side. Must have been built about 1910 or so, and it was beautiful!
She poured us both another Burgundy and started the tour. There were 5 bedrooms on the second floor. All had nude portraits of someone in the family, or a very dear friendâŚand all were beautiful women with ample tits. She was, of course, slightly eccentric, although quite wealthy evidentlyâŚand her taste in art (and artists) was splendid!
âWhen I married my husband,â she began. âWe talked about sexual pleasure quite a bit. He said this: âIndulge my sexual hungers and my entire estate will be yours alone.â He was in poor health, but still a raging satyr in bed. So I learned to please him any way he desired. I grew to love every one of his unique pleasures. Women, men, groups, fetishesâŚhe opened so many mental doors.â
She moved to one of the paintings and ran her fingers over the belly of the woman in the portrait. God, it was so erotic to watch her hands move gently over that delectable, erotic form!