Sex. Yes, that's the potent elixir for this turning 70-something lady. Most males would blithely cruise by a mature woman in any store shopping scenario. However, don't be misguided by what you think -- or have assumed, regarding an older woman. I have kept my figure eight shape and appreciate catching the eye of a gentleman, regardless of his age. It's great sport -- particularly eye contact behind those ubiquitous Covid-style masks.
Initially he was the one to make eye-to-eye contact --someone definitely younger than I am. His coppery-amber irises certainly drew my attention, against what was a seemingly sea of creamy white eye brilliance. This stranger's liquid eyes simply dazzled; and, I could sense his broad smile hidden by that mask.
"Shopping! What a hassle!" is his baritone voiced offering to me standing still in that isle.
"Hello!" was my reply back to him. "Do you know this store well? I'm looking for..."
How obvious is it to him that my feminine aura is now very much engaged? Perhaps I am simply immersed in my own personal flight of fancy. But I don't think so. The energy of attraction pulls us quite close in conversation.
His muscular virility is arousing and my carnal fantasies are immediately on steroids. The hint of chest tattoos concealed under his stylish shirt propels my imagination into overdrive. Even in that store, I am already visualizing our entangled bodies undulating rhythmically as one in the act. What might the first stroke of his male penetration feel like?
Briefly we talk. He now has my number.
Then he calls and I have invited him to my home. Oh god, I am immersed in butterflies of lustful anticipation, as I listen for his SUV coming to a full stop in my driveway! It's female hunger that certainly hasn't diminished much with my age. I'm definitely in the mood to slut it up, as the sound of his knocking intrudes on my reverie.
This is real. No conversations are needed to understand what we both crave.
Open that door.
