Flowered Bush

I shared an Uber from the station with an older heavyset guy. We pulled up to his place first. Nice simple little bungalow, well manicured flower bushes about the yard. A woman, obviously his wife, was standing there in gardening gloves and a smock.

I thought fleetingly, she's plain, but still, she's too hot for him. Immediately I questioned myself. Hot? She's got to be late 50s, and even kind of... tired looking, with her crocks and oversized old man's jeans.

I asked the driver.

"Hey man, did you see that guy's wife waiting for him in the yard?"

"Umm," he said, "I guess so." He was throwing me strange glances in the rearview as we drove down the block.

"Did you think she was attractive?"

He looked taken aback and mumbled, "Ummm, I'm pretty young." He sounded annoyed. "Anyway, she's not my type."

I don't know what possessed me, but I went on.

"What if you could get a look up her skirt? Do you like a nice full bush?"

Now he really threw me an odd look. He was younger than I, and all the ladies in their 20s and 30s wax or shave their pussies. This guy might have been Muslim, so maybe their girls don't shave, or he's a virgin for religious reasons and has never seen a woman's cunt. I continued on.

"I'm telling you, I could sense it. That proper seeming middle class woman was radiating some kind of Fuck Me Now vibe. I bet he's got her over the sofa right now and he's giving it to her good."

The kid grimaced and looked away from the mirror and ignored me.

"Let me out right here."

We'd gone maybe 4 blocks since we'd dropped the old bastard. I have no fucking idea what it was, but I was drawn back there. My cock was stiffening. I walked directly back, hoping she was still in the yard. No one out. The sun was setting.

I walked around the side of the house and saw a light in a back window. I slid against the wall and slowly turned my head to peak in. It was the kitchen. Now she was wearing an apron and she was getting dinner. She'd removed her stockings and wore slippers The skin form her heel to the back of her knee was exposed and I nearly went wild with a desire to bite her plump calf. What the fuck? I'd never had a thing for older women, but something just clicked the moment I saw her through the cab window. There was nothing at all glamorous or even pretty about her. But I could sense a heat, as if her big, wet, neglected pussy was sending out desperate signals.

I could see a bit through the doorway in to the living room. Her husband's own slipper clad feet were propped up and a football game was on the tube. I went back to watching her. Though her skirt wasn't form fitting, I could make out the nice broad width of her hips and could tell she had a big soft ass. I was sure I was right about that unkempt bush. As she moved from stove to counter to sink I could make out the jiggle of her tits in her loose blouse, though I could just see the edge of a bra strap. I was sure if her boobs moved like that in her old lady bra, they were sizable and had a nice sag to them. I imagined red areolas the size of silver dollars and white fleshy mounds that had never seen the sun. I pulled out my cock.

I was no longer trying to conceal myself and was just standing in the window stroking my cock and watching her move about. Maybe the growing darkness kept her from catching a glimpse of me. But I really didn't give a fuck. I hadn't been so turned on in years but had no need to cum. It was so pleasurable to feel my thick hard cock as I watched her and imagined her body underneath those horrible fitting clothes. Then suddenly she came to the back door, just feet away.

I felt no need to run. Nor was I thinking, hey, I'll flash her my cock. I was still just immensely enjoying the stroke with no fear of consequence. She flipped on the light and stepped from the door. She saw me straight away and froze. There was no fear on her face, but rather a look of confusion. I was in a suit with a hundred dollar haircut, I didn't present as some thug. I simply smiled and tried to exude a gentle calm as I stroked my cock, which I swear to God had never felt or looked so big.

"Don't be alarmed dear. I'm a friend of your husband's."

"But..." she stammered, and looked back into the kitchen for a moment. Her face just slightly changed, almost as if relieved, then she turned back to me.

"Sweetheart, my dear beauty, he told me about his problem. That he couldn't please you anymore. He thought maybe I could give you a chance on my cock."

The confusion just thickened with the crimson blush across her neck and cheeks. I stepped slowly toward her but she moved back. I stopped.

"It's ok. Not tonight of course. He just thought I should make the offer. And though he wants you to be pleased, he didn't want to know about it, a little jealous I guess, the old softy, so he suggested I come around back."

I no longer held a grip on my cock. My hands were on my hips and it stood out turgid and determined as I rested my palms on my hips and leaned forward sympathetically with a sweet smile and a gentle tilt of my head.

"I don't know what...."

"Shhhhhhh," I blew slow and long to calm her. "I'll come back when he's at work. Maybe catch you in the garden. The flower patch if you know what I mean," and I gave her a wink and a soft, conspiratorial giggle.

She didn't respond. She didn't respond because her eyes were glued to my rod which stood straight up and seemed to be growing larger still. I moved forward and this time she didn't utter a sound, but shook her head weakly and slowly and had an almost charmed look in her eyes. I was able to walk so close that the head of my cock pressed against her belly. Still she didn't make a move.

I lifted my fingers to her chin and tilted her face up so that her eyes looked into mine. My mouth was an inch from hers and I whispered, "Would you like that?" and I placed her hand on my cock. A fucking bolt of lightning shot through me. Her hand was so sweaty it was almost a natural lube. I thought, if her hand is that wet, I can't imagine how damp those lips are, trembling in her mound of bush.

"Would you like me to come by when your tired, old husband is away?"

She couldn't take her eyes from mine and I thought I saw thrill and hunger in them. It also seemed she might faint. I placed a light kiss on her lips and said, "I'll see you soon." I then buried my face in the loose skin of her neck below her ear and gave a quick nibble. I gently removed her hand from my cock, slipped it in my trousers and zipped and tucked. I never took my eyes from hers and I swear to God I think I could have fucked her right there on her lawn, which was thick and spongey. Perhaps I'd offer to trim that, too. I was already thinking of making this a regular stop.