I was on my annual vacation and had taken a part time job as a census taker to raise funds to do some work on my car. Within a fortnight I'd encountered a wide assortment of characters - call them the good, the bad, the ugly and the nondescript - some of whom etched indelible signatures in my memory, including my working companions, two young ladies, Janice and Savitri one black, one Indian, both thick and bouncy in ass and tits, and both the touchy, touchy type; you know, the kind of girls who had to touch you to make a point, or when they laughed would sometimes lean into you for support as their bodies shook with laughter. Except for ethnicity, they could easily have been cut from the same cloth. Needless to say, as we moved from house to house I was walking around with varying levels of puffed up cock, from mild to severe, most of the time?
We were working a middle class neighborhood the streets and homes of which took me on a journey of aesthetics; from house design to lawns, gardens, fountains, art and other comforts - and some really hot females, the totality of which had me in a constant state of titillation. At age forty, my five foot ten, lean body was in its best shape; I worked out with weights three or four days a week and did some running and tennis.
One cloudy late-morning that had been threatening rain, with occasional brief drizzle, we came to a house whose sole occupant at the time was a pretty old girl whose ID said she was 60 but whose body and personality said fifty at the most. She was one of those ethnicity-baffling persons; you just couldn't succeed in pinning her to a particular race. She had some black, as evidenced in her ass, lips and coarse hair, but also grey eyes that said European, though slanted enough to suggest some Chinese, and there was definitely some Indian blood lurking about in her voice, nose and cheekbones. After putting away her two pit bulls, she led us into her home and fed us coffee, cheese pastries and ice cream while providing information and documentation for absent family members.
I couldn't help staring a bit, for the old broad oozed sexuality. It seemed she couldn't help staring at me too, for whatever reason, and visibly blushed a couple of times when our eyes met. My two workmates were doing the writing for a change, so they probably never noticed a thing. I found myself thinking this is one big lady I'd like to fuck. In my part of the world the term 'big lady' means mature or elderly, not bulk. She was wearing a blue floral, armless shift dress that stopped a few inches above her knees. Her body was slim, with a hint of thick, probably kept under control by healthy eating and exercise, if not genes. Her brown, shoulder length, coarse hair, was combed or brushed straight past her heart shaped face. She wore long earrings and some subtle make up including soft red lipstick.
When we were already at the gate, as if embarrassed to have forgotten, she asked if anybody would like to use the washroom. The two ladies declined, having done their number one at the previous house. They looked at me, probably remembering that I had told them after leaving that house that I had been shy to ask. I of course accepted this time around, not only because I did want to pee, but also with the intention of making a play on the old stunner; I had a feeling she was ripe for some hanky panky. If not on the spot, at a later date. It had started to drizzle, so the girls decided they would rush over to the other house before it came down.
"We could start without you, if the rain is too heavy for you to come over," one of them suggested.
As the pretty big lady led me back to the house I dropped a little behind her to take in the bounce of the plump behind on a slim frame.
"You were about to go out when we arrived Marcie?"
"No, I wasn't," she replied, in a light manner.
"It's your birthday?"
"No, you obviously weren't paying attention to my ... details ... I think ... but why do you ask? She said, looking around at me and laughing, a mischievous twinkle in the grey eyes.
"You look all dressed up and pretty, like you were going on a date or something ... ahm ... don't get me wrong, you are ... pretty ... beautiful I mean, period ... not because of being dressed up," I said, letting the last bit sound like I was nervous.
I had long learned that though women liked boldness in men; they also liked to know that their beauty and sexiness could make men uneasy.
"Thank you my dear ... but a date? ... Oh no ... oh my, I haven't been on a date in ages. My husband died ten years ago and I've kept to myself since then ... my daughters have long been on my case to get a romantic life ... I don't know ..." she said, trailing off into a giggle.
She quickly added, "Although dating is not an option or a frequent thought of girls my age, we do have to keep our selves looking appealing ... you never know what could suddenly pop up."
The way she said that, and the accompanying smile and stare made my cock stretch.
"If you decide to stop keeping to yourself, let me know Marcie."
"Ha ha, you're funny, but sweet, and I think you're teasing the old girl ... but I'll keep it in mind."
Inside the house she quickly showed me to the bathroom. I put on my thinking cap, to see how I could fast forward the action. As she opened the door and showed me into the pink bathroom, I turned to her.
"Do you mind leaving the door open a bit. I never close the door when in any bathroom other than at my home. When I was a kid some other kids locked me in as a prank. I have never gotten over it."
The incident did happen, but I lied about not being over it yet.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, that was really cruel of them," she said, looking like she wanted to give me a comforting hug. The door had been about a foot open while we were talking, and she left it like that. She stood right there, sideways but I could tell she was looking in from the side of her eye. Although I was pretty sure why she had opened the way for us to be alone, I had to find out if it was just so we could exchange numbers or something, or if she had more in mind. I had to test her.
"Would you like to come in Marcie? You can if you want, I won't mind,"
"I ... I don't know ... Ok, if it would make you feel safer," she said looking elated but nervous as hell.
She stepped into the bathroom, slowly and stood about two feet away from the door.
The way the toilet bowl was positioned, from where she was standing she could get a clear view of what I was about to do. I unzipped my pants and slowly took out my partly erect cock. I heard the stifled gasp. I let loose the stream of piss and while it was shooting into the bowl noisily, I turned and looked at her; she was staring wide eyed and appreciatively at my cock. I shook the cock vigorously and left it hanging. It immediately began to grow bigger. I turned right around and faced her, lifting the almost fully hard cock in the palm of one hand.
