Probably my last fact-based story, happening during the four years before I finally got married for the second, and last, time. My first marriage didn't last for various reasons, but I am not going into that.
I've ended this with a "cliff-hanger"! Obviously, I know how the events ended, but I'd really be curious to know what YOU think I found when I went round the following evening. If anyone cares to guess, and guesses correctly, I'll finish the narration in detail.
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Even as a teenager I'd never fancied girls my age or younger. They had to be at least a year or more older, and believe it or not, back in the North West of the UK in the 1960's there were plenty of girls in their twenties with limited, or even no, experience of sex! Although I nearly got caught out once when a girl I'd been taking on perfectly innocent drives accidentally let slip it was her birthday next week. Her fourteenth!! I dropped her like a ton of bricks. She may have had tits, arse and legs of a twenty year old, but I wasn't risking a term of imprisonment! But I digress.
As I got older, so did the age ranges of most girl-friends. By the time I reached my mid-thirties I was finding fun with ladies in their fifties, or sixties. And this episode concerned a woman of seventy-four! And unlike any of my other matures, Barbara was neither plump nor big-titted, and her arse was thin enough to be barely noticeable. In fact, I did not set out to get her into bed with me. It just happened!
At the time I was going home with Janice, a woman of about 60-something - I never asked her actual age, it wasn't important - who was everything I liked. Plenty of meat on her, tits I could bury my face in, thighs that would warm my face when it was squashed up against her fanny, and arse cheeks that gave a satisfying 'slap' while I was fucking her doggy style, a position we both liked best of all. I spent a fair few evenings each month round at her bungalow, humping her for all I was worth. And she was extremely enthusiastic, and very noisy when orgasms hit her.
Now Janice's bungalow was in a small Close of similar properties, all occupied by men and women in their older years. "Sheltered Housing" it was called here in the UK. Separated from each other by a narrow paved pathway that allowed each pair of bungalows to have their kitchen doors facing. As a result everyone knew what everyone else was doing! And close enough to hear also! Janice's home was at the end of one side of the Close with Barbara next door.
My unexpected relationship with Barbara came as a result of something Janice said to me one Saturday morning as I was enjoying my breakfast cup of tea, (this IS Britain), after an early morning humping.
"I know we're a bit noisy in bed, but I didn't realise just how loud we are! But last week Granny came round and really was quite cross with me."
Granny? I was shocked. If Janice was about sixty, her grandmother must be over a hundred! Janice laughed at my expression, and guessed what I was thinking.
"No, not my real granny, she's only 13 years older than me, but we all call her Granny as she is always poking her nose in and telling everyone off for any reason she can think of."
"Has she been having a go at you?" I asked.
"Oh yes, told me how disgusting I am, a loose whore, and anything else she could think of. But it doesn't bother me, I'm having too much fun!" She giggled like a teenager at the thought.
I joined in with the laughter, and thought no more about it, but it did continue to give Janice more moments. I still visited regularly and Janice was always happy to see and screw me. Everything changed three months after our conversation. I well remember it kicked off one Thursday evening. I had brought a couple of little surprises for Janice; a nursing bra, the kind that have nipple openings, and two very small vibrators.
These little toys were no bigger than a small person's thumb and were just right to stimulate each naked nipple. Janice was keen to try her new toys, and we were in her front room as she stripped off her pullover and normal bra, and had just wobbled her tits into the nursing bra. To my eyes the fact that she was also still wearing her skirt made for an erotic sight. I was just freeing my cock from its constraining trouser zip, I was wearing no briefs underneath, when, without warning the door into the front room was pushed open. There in the doorway, stood Barbara!
She stood there, rigid, for a moment. Her face went bright red, her mouth opened, but no words came out. The fact we were both partly clothed probably made things look worse (from Barbara's point of view), than complete nudity. Then speech, outraged speech, returned with a vengeance.
"I have never seen anything so disgusting," she exclaimed, "you should be ashamed of yourself, Janice. Half naked, with a man half your age, in that indecent state. You're nothing but a filthy tart!"
I wasn't too bothered myself, but poor Janice was at first speechless, both with the shock of being discovered, and by Barbara's language. Then she recovered, and indignation took over.
"Who invited you in?" she asked, "and anyway, you're just jealous, because no man would look at you now, you dried-up old crone!"
AS my cock had now shrunk back, I quickly put it away, and backed out of the room to let them get on with their quarrel. No sane man ever wants to come between two women having any kind of fight! I left them at it, their voices followed me as I hastened back to my car, wondering what the outcome would be. I decided not to return for a day or two, to let things cool down. In fact, it wasn't until I had a phone call from Janice a week later that I had any news, then it was quite amusing.
"Hello, it's me, Janice."
"Hi Janice, how's things? What happened after I left?"
"This'll make you laugh. After we'd yelled enough at each other, Barbara rushed out of the bungalow. And took those vibrators with her!"
"Well," I replied, "she wouldn't have much use for the bra, not with her tiny tits. I'll have to order another pair of toys."
"You coming round soon? Say Friday night?"
"OK, see you about 8 pm."
Well, I called round as appointed even though I hadn't got around to buying replacement vibrators. Even so, Janice and I spent an enjoyable hour without them. I left, and got in my car to drive home. I couldn't help glancing at Barbara's home, thought it odd that at only just after 9pm all the lights were out except a dim glow from the window of the room I knew would be the single bedroom. By the time I reached the end of the street, a mad idea had taken root in my mind. Had Barbara found a personal use for the vibrators? She had walked in on us, how if I was to do the same to her? Wouldn't that be a laugh?
I must have still been a tad light-headed from the sex, and the wine I'd shared with Janice. I'd be breaking into an old woman's house at night, and what if she had a heart attack or something? This all occurred to me much later, but just then it didn't even enter my head! I parked up, and walked back. I tried the back door to Barbara's bungalow, which was unlocked, so I quietly crept inside. The place was dead quiet, except for the ticking of a long-case clock in the hallway. I sneaked to the partly open bedroom door, stopped outside and listened. Faintly I could hear a slight humming noise, and that wasn't all!
"Mmmmm, mmm, oohhh, mmm."
I knew what that meant, and had difficulty in holding down a giggle. Barbara hadn't been able to resist trying out the toys, and from the sound of it, enjoying every moment! I dropped to my knees to peer in. (I had read somewhere that people don't look downwards, only head level when looking at someone in the doorway). I poked my head round, and watched.
Barbara was lying on the bed, on her back. Her blouse was open at the front, she had no skirt on, just a pair of very old fashioned frilly-legged knickers. She had a vibrator in each hand, and was gently stroking each one round and round the aureoles of her nipples. Not that they were any size, in fact what tits she had were so flattened against her chest it was difficult to know where they were except for the position of those nipples. As she played, she kept squirming , pulling away, then pressing against the little toys. Her thin thighs occasionally twitched, opening and shutting together again.
As I watched, her twitches became more noticeable. She switched off one vibrator, and started stroking the other one up and down against her, rather bony, pubic mound through the knickers.
"Mmmmmm, oooohhhh, ahhhhh, mmmmm, ooohh."!
Louder now, and more frequent she moaned. Then, she was so near, she took the vibrator away, lifted the elastic waistband of her knickers, and thrust the toy inside her knickers, straight against her clit. The sudden shock against bare flesh on that sensitive little nub made her almost lift her arse off the bed. In less than a minute her orgasm, probably for the first for many a year, hit her. Her legs went rigid, her body shook, her head flung back, and she yowled like a cat with its tail on fire.
"YYYYAAAAAAHHHHHRRRRGGGGG!
Now the sight and sound of an old woman pleasuring herself to the finale would either make a man vomit, or get a real hard on. I chose the latter, and in fact, was tempted to go in and show her mine. However, sanity prevailed, and I reckoned a scream and charge of rape would not be a good idea. Anyway, I felt that Barbara deserved to beg for a good fucking, so I crept quietly away and out. At lest, now I knew she did miss sex and I had a good chance of getting inside those frilly knickers, and up that tight little cunt.
For the next two or three visits to Janice, I made sure I looked directly at Barbara's front window, knowing she would be watching, and give her a knowing stare, and a pronounced sniggering smile. I knew that sooner or later curiosity would force her to face me and say something. My chance came quicker than expected, and one evening, as I was leaving Janice's home, Barbara came out of her bungalow with a stern face.
