Jim took off from his house to get a few things at the local Walmart. Just a few grocery items. It was about noon, and he was home because he had recently retired from a government job after working there almost 35 years. Since he was only 55, he still felt young, but, better yet -- his mind thought young. He may have matured and even gained some wisdom through the years, but sometimes he was no different than a horny teenage boy. His mind was still sharp, and it seemed to always focus on sex -- or anything sexual.
His wife passed away three years ago, and he missed her company. She was pretty good in bed, just not very adventurous. She would always suck his cock, but she never swallowed. She wasn't into facials either, although, just before she passed, she had her head under the covers of their bed sucking away at his stiff 7 inch cock, when he surprised himself by letting gobs of cum jet from his dick. Since her head was still under the covers, he didn't know if he blasted her pretty face, but he was pretty sure he did. She withdrew after minute and just climbed on top of him in a cowgirl position and starting riding him. It was dark, so he couldn't tell, and he never felt any wetness when she came down on top of him after her orgasm. She may have wiped it off, he thought. But maybe this would lead to more fun things.
Unfortunately, two months later, she was killed in a car crash on her way to work one morning. A totally unfortunate set of events where no one was truly at fault, but it took a while to let the pain heal.
Now he set off for the store, after having spent a good portion of the morning updating his Xhamster profile, and getting a couple of well-earned jerk-off sessions in. But he felt different that day as drove. He was out of his mind sexually aroused! If a tree looked good -- he might stop to find a good knot-hole to fuck!
He thought about a female who was good friends with he and his late wife. As he drove near their house, he thought "I wonder if Jan would suck my dick -- I'm so damn horny!!! Stop! Stop thinking this way!!!"
Jan was a redhead, and was married to Bob. She was always a little flirtatious with Jim, but she and her husband were great friends, nothing more. He could never do anything like that.
He parked at the store, grabbed a small cart and began to get his items. There seemed to be loads of MILF's and GILF's in the store today! He walked mesmerized behind them, as their asses swayed in their shorts or jeans. The asses weren't necessarily tight or particularly shapely, but they did the job for him. They weren't fat and huge. Some were, but there were others to occupy his thoughts. When he got the chance, he'd try to see their face. Sometimes this was disappointing. Other times, he was surprised that he was still aroused by what he saw. They may be plain, or even older than what he thought, but he envisioned their lips around his cock, or gobs of spunk hitting their lips, mouth, and face, or his dick shoved all the way up their ass.
One woman he got behind caught his eye. She was pretty conservatively-dressed, with a white mini-skirt and blue halter top. He could see she had longer dirty-blond hair that came down just past her shoulders, but what he began staring at were her legs. They were perfectly golden, not long -- but not short, and they seemed like they were older, although he couldn't say exactly why. He looked again, and he thought they could definitely be mistaken for a woman in her thirties. Whatever, he focused on what her ass might be like under that skirt as he continued to ogle her calves and thighs. She slowed and turned to look down an aisle and her finally saw her face. While it was lined with some wrinkles due to age and the sun, it was still cute to pretty.
He swallowed a couple of times quickly, realizing his mouth might be watering. What the heck was wrong with him?
He was even looking at some of the store employees. All they needed were tits, some semblance of an ass, and a halfway decent face. He saw one lady who fit the bill even with her blue Walmart smock on, and her dark brown hair was up in a clip. She wasn't too bad. He envisioned her hair down, and what her ass or mouth would feel like clamped onto his cock.
"Either I'm really desperate, or I'm just that horny!!!" he thought quietly to himself.
Just then, he felt a bump to his cart as he was slowly going forward -- lost in his thought. It was Ms. Mini-skirt, who herself had begun backing up without looking.
"Oh, my gosh -- I'm so sorry" he blurted out. "Are you okay?"
"No problem, it just surprised me -- part my fault, too!" she said. She stared smilingly at his face for a few seconds, and then headed down the aisle.
Jim continued and finished his shopping and was loading his bags into his car when he heard a bag full of something crash to the ground near him, and a female voice yell "Ugh! Damn!"
It was mini-skirt just two cars down. She was trying to load some bags of mulch into her SUV, but was having hard time.
