Potato Chip

Potato Chip

Into the Lair of the Silver Fox

This is my entry in the

Literotica April Fools Story Contest 2025

. Submissions must have an April Fool's Day theme of surprise meetings, humor, tricks, trick endings, and other themes of deception, chance, and/or misunderstandings. In my story, a logger from Idaho meets a sophisticated older woman on a plane trip to Orlando, but their chance encounter quickly turns into a tale of mutual seduction, where the only thing they hide from each other is the truth!

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Chapter One

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After two connections, I was eager to board the final flight of my all-day journey. Lingering near the desk at the gate, I handed over my phone for scanning before the other attendant finished inviting the first-class passengers to board. I was traveling by myself from Idaho down to Orlando to watch my newly graduated daughter play volleyball with her club team. Boarding the plane, I nodded to a rather pleasant but somewhat older stewardess. My carry-on found its way into the overhead bin, and my butt found its way into the window seat.

Looking out, I watched the ground crews scurrying about. My attention snapped back when I heard rustling sounds next to me from the aisle seat. On the seat was a brown leather handbag, along with one of those ubiquitous cloth grocery totes containing what appeared to be two bags of potato chips. A tall slender woman had backed her way into my row and stood facing the aisle as other passengers boarded. Silver grey hair topped a nicely tailored blue dress, and below that were a pair of shapely tanned legs.

Taking advantage of a lull, she stepped into the aisle and bent over to retrieve the tote. A pair of large breasts fought gravity, straining to escape her low-cut dress. Not that I minded. Our eyes met, and she smiled. After placing her tote in the overhead compartment, she sat down.

"Hi, my name is Serena."

"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Chip."

"You probably saw my potato chips. They're Utz, my favorite, but I can't find them in Orlando. I always pick up two bags after visiting my other home near Washington, DC."

"I'm from Idaho. My daughter is playing in a volleyball tournament at the Disney Sports Complex."

"Idaho, huh? So, maybe I should call you Potato Chip?"

I laughed, "You wouldn't be the first."

My eyes focused on her luscious lips, full on the bottom, but thinner on top. A pleasant shade that matched her other features, more of a rose than red, and more flat than glossy. But what kept my attention on her mouth was her sweet Southern accent. Subtle and pleasant to the ear, her words dripped with honey as I watched her form each one using her mouth and tongue.

Serena said, "From your strong-looking hands and tanned face, I would call you ruggedly handsome. Maybe fifty years old?"

"Good guess. I own a logging company in McCall, Idaho, north of Boise. I'm fifty-one years old. Now, I get a turn. I'm going to call you the Silver Fox."

"Why is that?" she laughed.

"Because you're attractive, have lovely silver hair, and I enjoyed looking at your tail."

"You're not some kind of pervert, are you?"

"No. But I do appreciate a woman who dresses well and takes care of herself."

Smiling, she replied, "Most men are afraid to say such things to a woman today. Too afraid the woman might bite back."

I laughed, "You showed me your teeth when you smiled. Should I be afraid?"

Touching my forearm, I recognized the small flirtation. She replied, "Yes, you should be. Potato Chips are my favorite snack."

This was going to be an interesting flight.

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Chapter Two

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The stewardess came to take our drink order. With Serena distracted, I used the opportunity to look closer at my seatmate.

Serena's buckled seat belt drew her blue dress tight against her stomach, accenting her large and wonderful breasts. Her dress was rather low cut, and I raised my neck to get a better view of the smooth tops of her breasts, outlined by a thin strip of her lacy black bra. I tried to guess her age, but that has never been one of my strengths. Her slender body, glowing tanned skin, and shapely legs showed signs of an active outdoor lifestyle. Her silver-grey hair, cut in a layered bob style, had bangs that framed her face nicely. A beautiful mix of dark grey color mixed with lighter streaks of soft silver gave her a natural and alluring look.

Her makeup was perfect, perhaps too nicely done for a late afternoon plane trip, but then again, I'm not in Idaho anymore. I noticed faint wrinkles at the corner of her mouth, and her hands and neck betrayed an otherwise youthful appearance. I mentally applied a five-year margin of safety and readied my guess.

I looked over at her and said, "Ok, Silver Fox. You guessed my age rather well. Let me try guessing yours."

She replied, "You really aren't afraid of women, are you? You are venturing down a path few men dare travel."

"Sixty-One!" I announced proudly.

"Wrong by six years."

"Well, then, that makes you fifty-five."

"Seriously? I'm flattered, but I'm actually sixty-seven years old."

"Wow! You look amazing. Your husband is one lucky guy."

She paused momentarily, then replied, "I've been a widow these past three years."

"I'm so sorry to hear that." I thought about my answer and then said, "I'm alone as well. My wife and I divorced four years ago. She claimed I spent too much time in the woods and not enough time with her."

The stewardess brought us our drinks. I went with Gin and Tonic, figuring one can never be too careful about tropical mosquitos. The distraction gave me a chance to check out Serena's legs. Tanned and fit, she wasn't wearing pantyhose. I couldn't blame her when going into the dreaded summer heat and humidity of Florida. She wore stylish tan shoes, with modest three-inch heels. Being a logger, I know my leather. After eyeing the gentle creases of her flexing shoe, I recognized quality leather. Likewise, her small leather handbag beneath her seat also showed off classy roots.

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Chapter Three

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After we were in the air, we chatted, but I soon learned how little we had in common. I was a logger from the mountains of rural Idaho. She was a big city girl, with a house in Orlando and another in DC. That meant she had something I didn't have, namely money. And tons of it. Other than a brief glimmer of interest when I mentioned I was in the Navy, my tales of rural life in Idaho did not resonate with her. She did say her husband had been an Admiral in the Navy, and after retiring, went to work for a defense contractor in the Virginia suburbs. He worked on missile defense systems aboard ships. Years ago he established two patents for drone defense, both of which had recently become quite valuable. My ears perked up, but other than that, I had little interest in her fast-paced life in DC.

With our conversation waning, Serena picked up the In-flight magazine and thumbed through it. Stopping at a page, she turned to me and asked, "Do you know anything about security cameras? My husband set a couple of them up years ago to cover the backyard and pool at our Orlando home. This article says night vision cameras have greatly improved in the last few years."

I glanced at the article and replied, "I use that same brand to secure my logging equipment. Nighttime is when you need your security cameras the most."

"I'd love to get mine upgraded. But they sound so complicated, and besides, I hate ladders."

I knew all my daughter's volleyball games were in the morning. Probably intentional, as it allowed the team to hit the theme parks later in the day. My only concern was whether my daughter and the rest of the team would get enough sleep at night. But three moms were here as chaperones, and I trusted them to watch over their brood.

I told Serena, "I've got afternoons and evenings free this week. If you order the new cameras, I'd be happy to come over and install them for you."

"Would you? That's so nice of you. I'll use my in-flight Internet to order the new cameras right now and request overnight delivery. You can stop by my house any time after lunch tomorrow."

It was my turn to smile, "Works for me."

After placing the order, Serena entered my cell phone number into her phone, under the name Potato Chip. Ha-ha. She promised to text me her address and directions after we landed.

Finding the magazine no longer interesting, Serena retrieved a paperback novel from her purse. She started reading, effectively ending all conversation. I looked out the window at the puffy white summer clouds, one of which reminded me of a pussy. I took that as an omen.

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Chapter Four

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Turning back to the plane's interior, I glanced at Serena as she seductively dangled her heels. Every movement caught my eye until I ended up practically staring. I'm sure Serena caught me looking more than once, but maybe that was her intention.

Her body shifted slightly, her gorgeous long legs crossed and uncrossed, the hem of her dress moved higher each time. I wondered if beneath her dress her pussy felt the friction and whether my stare was the cause. I hoped so. From the side, I saw her mouth try to hide a smile.

Serena tucked her novel into the seat pocket and stood, then walked forward to the restroom. My hand drifted over to her seat, and I felt the warmth where her butt cheeks had been a moment before. She was gone for at least five minutes, and when she returned, she wore a relaxed and satisfied-looking smile on her lips, but I doubted the flush in her cheeks was from makeup. As she sat, a subtle wave of womanly scent washed over to my nose. Did Serena masturbate in the toilet? Was it due to a sexy scene in her novel? Or something else? As I watched her breasts rise and fall from noticeably deeper breaths, I wondered.

I partially stood, stooping beneath the overhead compartment, then said, "Excuse me. I need to go too."

There was enough space for me to sidestep past without requiring her to stand. I hoped she didn't notice my enlarged cock. I entered the same toilet, and once inside breathed in the musky scent of a Silver Fox, still trapped within the confines of the tiny compartment. I formed a picture of Serena in my mind, pulled out my cock, and added my own musky scents to the small sink.

After cleaning up, I walked back to my seat. Serena had both feet extended with her knees together. Anticipating my return, she had not re-buckled. Seeing me, Serena pulled her feet back and raised her knees. But somehow, she was sitting further forward on her chair, because the pathway to my seat had narrowed! I panicked when I saw her knees at the same level as my still engorged but now flaccid cock. Having no other choice, I sidestepped toward my seat and cringed as my hanging cock dragged across her kneecaps.

Finishing my pass, I spun around and sat. But as I went to re-buckle my seat belt, I noticed a wet spot on the front of my trousers! Serena must have seen it too as I edged past. She returned to reading her novel, but from the side, I saw her lips curl in a wicked-looking smile.

I resumed peeking at Serena as she read her novel. But rather than settling, she continued wriggling and shifting in her seat. I closed my eyes and formed an image in my mind, picturing lacy black panties snuggled up tight against her puffy pussy. The thin fabric struggled to contain her womanly juices as they slowly oozed from within her vagina, no matter how hard she squeezed her thighs together.

I grabbed the In-Flight magazine and held it over my lap. With my right hand beneath it, I fought to temper my returning erection. But almost every page displayed a beautiful scantily clad woman hawking a new product. I couldn't get Serena out of my mind, or out of my trousers.

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Chapter Five

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After landing in Orlando, Serena reached down to retrieve her purse and placed it on her seat as she stood. Her ass drew my eyes, and as she adjusted her blue dress, I noticed a darker spot on the back, right where I expected one to be. Serena entered the aisle to retrieve her precious Potato Chips from the overhead compartment. Then she leaned towards me to pick up her purse, offering me another wonderful down blouse view. As she headed to the exit, I reached over to feel the center of her seat. It was damp! Not stained, it would dry quickly, but I wondered if the Silver Fox had marked her territory! I stood and grabbed my bag from the overhead compartment, but two people standing in the aisle blocked my escape.

Freed at last, I rushed to catch up with Serena, but once I got about twenty feet behind her I slowed to match her pace. There's something magical about watching a nice-looking woman walking in high heels, especially from behind. Serena exuded confidence with every step, and I admired the soft swing of her hips and well-toned legs. Heads turned as she walked towards baggage claim! Aroused, I visually undressed her with my eyes, imagining what lay hidden beneath her blue dress. Defying her age, Serena moved swiftly, with the lithe body of a much younger woman. But younger women held little attraction for me, as most try to walk like men today.

Reaching the loading area for the tram, Serena dashed ahead and slipped inside just as the doors closed, leaving me to wait impatiently for the next one. I finally made it to baggage claim just in time to see Serena rolling her luggage out the exit door. I wanted to follow, but I needed to grab my own bag, plus pick up my rental car. I had lost her, at least until tomorrow.

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Chapter Six

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The next morning, I watched my daughter's club team play volleyball. We lost a close match to a team ranked in the top ten but came back to beat two others. We would be in a different pool tomorrow, then seeded into brackets with teams having similar records. My daughter was eating lunch with her team, meaning I was free. While sitting in a large southern BarBQ place, I got a text from Serena letting me know the cameras had arrived. She provided me her address and a code to use at the security gate.

I used my phone to navigate to Serena's neighborhood, and the code allowed me to gain access. The homes here were huge and well-spaced. Serena's home was not out of place, just as grand as the others, with an immaculate tropical landscape surrounding a two-story white brick house.

As I stepped out of the rental car, I was already sweating and regretted wearing trousers instead of shorts. The car had been like an oven when I first got in, and even with the A/C blasting away on high, it did not cool off much. I rang the doorbell.

"Hello, Serena."

"Thanks for coming, Potato Chip. The cameras came and I have everything you need out back."

Serena wore a pale yellow bikini, which concealed little of her wonderful body. The skintight material of her bra sagged as it struggled to support her ample breasts. The nearly transparent fabric left the tops of her breasts uncovered, and there was no doubt as to the location and shape of her tempting nipples.

"You look great, Serena."

She wasn't wearing any makeup but still looked fantastic. It was so nice to find a woman who embraced her age, rather than fought against it. I looked into her eyes, and they wordlessly spoke to me of mischief. I hoped so.

She smiled, "Afternoons are hot here in Orlando, so I usually take a dip in the pool. After finishing the cameras, maybe I could talk you into joining me."

I paused for a moment. I was already sweating, and her offer made things even hotter. "That sounds great," I said.

Serena led me through her elegant house, the heels of her white strap sandals clattering on the hard surfaced floor. I thought I recognized the marble floor tiles, possibly quarried in Idaho. It was a small world. We walked through two French doors into the backyard. Near the house were chaise lounges and tables, and beyond that lay a rather large pool, encased in a canted screened enclosure. Surrounding everything was elegant tropical landscaping and a tall white fence.

Serena pointed, "There's the ladder, a toolbox, and the four new cameras. Join me when you finish."

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Chapter Seven

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Serena provided me with the Wi-Fi password and her cell phone, allowing me to set up and pair up each of the four cameras using the app. In addition to upgraded color night vision, they featured full tilt, pan, and zoom. I couldn't set up detection zones as that needed to be done post-install, so I accepted all the defaults. I gave the cell phone back to Serena, who was lying on a chaise near the pool, with a tall thin can of sunscreen lying on a table next to her. Climbing the ladder to reach the first camera, I was happy to see the new cameras used the same power connections as the old ones. This wouldn't take long.

I looked towards the pool and watched Serena applying sunscreen. Her feet were facing away from me, towards the pool. She was using the can of spray-on sunscreen, applying it over the length of her arm and then rubbing the creamy lotion into her skin. She repeated this on her other arm and then on both legs, each time rubbing gently and letting her hands glide smoothly over her glistening skin. From my elevation, I had a clear view of this wonderful temptation.

Moving to the second camera, I made quick work of it, then looked again at Serena. She had removed her bikini top and seemed unaware of me. She had no tan lines! Holding the spray can over her breasts, Whoa! A rope of thick white cream shot out over her left breast. Then another struck her right breast. I had been expecting a fine mist. I took a deep breath because the sunscreen covering her breasts looked just like cum! Serena laid the can of sunscreen between her breasts, with its rounded cap facing me, and I swore it looked like a cock nestled within her heavenly valley.

Serena rubbed her magnificent breasts, lifting, massaging, and playing with them. The soft flesh came together, trapping the can of sunscreen, and my cock was instantly jealous! The dark color of her areolas and engorged nipples stood out even from thirty feet away. My hand dropped to my crotch, and I pressed against my cock, mimicking Serena's erotic rubbing motions. As I watched, I began to fantasize about having sex with Serena. On the verge of cumming, I turned away and climbed down.

After climbing the ladder to replace the third camera, I saw Serena pick up her cell phone. She wasn't holding it to her ear, and I couldn't see the screen due to the glare. I rushed the third install, then looked back at the nearly naked body of Serena. Directly behind her, above the French doors, I knew she couldn't see me, so I unzipped and pulled out my cock. Gathering a dab of pre-cum, I spread it over my cock, and began softly stroking myself as I watched her. She was still holding the phone, and a moment later her right hand moved down and slipped inside her yellow bikini bottoms. She began rubbing her pussy! Oh, shit!

I needed more lubrication, so I held out my hand and dropped a glob of saliva into the palm. Spreading the lubrication along my cock, I began rubbing with more intensity. Still holding her cell phone in her left hand, Serena's right hand continued its efforts. Her silver mane fell back against her chaise and a subtle gasp of, "Oh, God!" reached my ears. She had just had an orgasm! After two more strokes of my cock, I joined her. My load shot out at least six feet, and then I watched as it fell a dozen feet before splattering onto the patio tiles. After all the sexual tension that had built up between Serena and me, it felt so good to finally release it.