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.
Tonight is date night and after a cocktail and small talk in my living room, it's time for you to touch me all over. I'm wearing a shear blouse carefully tucked into my midi skirt. Layered under my attire is an eggplant purple snap-in-the-front bra and matching thong panties. Please undress me, first with your alluring eyes, then with your manly, but gentle hands!
One would think I was a young filly. I am not. However, a life of intimate female experiences has certainly gifted me with the deepest appreciation for embracing and pleasuring a man's body intertwined with mine. Please touch me, whispering your most wicked desires close to my ears!
I inhale your butterfly French kisses, with your tongue brushing my lips apart. Now we are tongue-to-tongue, tasting the salty sensuality of this moment. My cherry red lipstick is smearing all over your face. Tenderly, you kiss my eye lids. Your hands cup my flushed cheeks and your fingers gently massage my face in anticipation of what will come next.
"What color are your eyes?" he asks, pulling me tightly against his body warmth. "Grey" I reply. Then my face is flooded with his kisses.
This visitor unbuttons my outer clothing and lets the pieces drop to the floor. Your caressing of my body now crescendos into frenetic movements! It's totally arousing to ogle him unzipping, as he releases that stiffened cock. What pleasure awaits me, as I drop to my knees and gently imbibe your shaft deep into my mouth's saliva. I am taking my time to lick the lollipop of your manhood. Oh, it's so very, very naughty of me, but so tasty!
