When I walked into the police station I noticed a lowering in the chatter from the young handsome offices in the room. A quick look around let me noticed many of the eyes were on me. Again let me say a gal with a big pair of tits, old and saggy or not will catch the eye of a guy every time. Married or not the eyes have it.
I have been told I can pass for fifty easily even if I am mid-sixties. I have exchanged pictures with many of my readers and a few women readers have said they hope they can look this good at my age. But if I read between the lines I believe what my female readers are saying is I hope I can get fucked like you Wilda when I get to your age. I have even been told by some of my female readers they don't seem to be able to get laid not matter what they try and want advice from me. I don't give advice, I don't chat but I will e-mail when I have time. I have met and remain friends with several people and couples I have met via my story... Now back to this story and how I got to serve on a jury.
I had not planed on going out that day back a coupe of years when this all started. It was in July, a hot day, a humid day and I just did not want to fight with the heat that day. Besides I had showered early, inserted my polished little stainless balls while I walked around the house nearly naked. I was going to write that day and I often write in the nude. As I write I see in my mind what I am writing about as if I were back in time doing it all over again. So if I am nude I can wiggle a finger tip across my clit and warm up my words as I write. You get idea.
Two things had happened a few days before this. One was I had witnessed an accident and the ensuing fight between the drivers. A real knock down drag out fist fight. The other thing was I got a notice to report for jury duty. One I had enjoyed and one was not something I wanted to get involved in. I am retired and I do have some time on my hands but jury duty is one thing that can go on for some times and once your involved there is no way to get out of it regardless of what you might have to do in your own personal life.
If there is one thing I do; I do enjoy is my personal life. Day or night if I can get personal I do it. Hell what else have I to do. I love to see men naked and they seem to enjoy me the same way. I get a real thrill out of being wanted by men. I like to show off and I do have a few special talents for my own and there enjoyment.
In other words I love to have sex, I lust after sex and yes I love just about anything two people can do for and to one another. God; I love what three people can do together if I am the center piece. Sex is just so much fun. If people would just admit it everyone enjoys good sex and any sex is good just some is better then others. Any women can have sex if she just shows how much she likes it and give the guy a few good moans to show her approval. Big, small, pretty or not any woman can have sex if she really wants it. I of course say this with the idea in mind that there are many ways to have and enjoy sex. I know one rather very large lady that gives such great head the guys just go wild over. So sex is sex for any one to enjoy in there own way in there own good time.
The phone rang and as I answered it I stood looking at my naked reflection in the glass doors that lead out on to the back deck. I was a little hippy but my small waist made the hips look kind of sexy and my legs are not fat at all but slim and shapely.
The voice on the phone was male but not one I knew. It turned out to be a police officer and he very kindly asked if I could come down to the station and make a statement about what I saw when the accident happen and the following fight. I told him I could make it after lunch and I would be there about one o'clock. He sounded very male and very sexy. Gee, maybe this day would turn out to be a great day heat and all. I thought of a room full of young sexy men and me. It just doesn't get any better than that.
I had thought it might be fun to dress a little sexy when I go to the police station. At my age we old girls can get away with a lot and still give the younger guys a few ideas.
My bra was a Victoria's secret low cut push-mm up type and it was dark red. My blouse was a thin summery material that let the full out line of my red bra show through nicely. My skirt was just above the knee so my legs were there for the whole world to see. My blonde hair was pulled back and held in back with a bright Mother of pearl clip. My lip gloss was also a dark red. Today was my red (hot) day...
The young officer I talked to at the front desk looked me over gave a smile as approval and walked me through the large office to the private office of a Sergeant Gifford. Sgt Gifford stood as I was shown in and with a smile came around his desk to hold my hand. Not shake but to hold my hand. Our eyes met and for a long few seconds we both smiled like the proverbial happy cat.
Gifford was in his early fifties; short maybe five seven, barrel chest, snow white hair combed back with a few waves in it. He was not fat but very athletic. This was reflected in every movement. I stood there letting him hold my hand as I got all warm down there between my legs. I let my eyes drop slowly so he was fully aware of what I was looking at and saw his trousers were nicely pushed out in front. My smile got wider and my eyes got brighter. I wanted this man to know I was happy to see I was woman enough to get him all fired up. It's a girl thing.
I took a seat at the side of his desk and when I crossed my legs I let him get a good look at my blonde hairy crotch, That's; right no panties. I watched as he swallowed hard and squirmed in his chair.
He started to ask me a question twice before he could get it out. He then averted his eyes and reluctantly got down to business. With a few more questions he scribbled on a form then asked if I would come with him to a room where I could see through a one way glass and see if I could identify one of the two men that got into the fight.
Gifford showed me down a narrow hall and into a small room that was nearly dark. A light came on on the other side of the glass window lighting up our side a little. Gifford was standing so close his chest was touching my shoulder. I let my arm hang naturally and sure enough my hand came right down to rest comfortably on his full erection. He was telling me to take a good look and see if I could point out the man in question.
I turned to him took a solid grip on his cock and said "God I would love to suck your cock."
He looked into my sleepy sexy eyes and said "Why don't I lock the door and fuck you right here."
"Good Idea," I said.
He switched on a microphone told the men on the other side of the glass to go. I hiked up my skirt up around my waist, turned around, bent over holding on to a chair back. I heard a zipper going down and three seconds later I felt a hard cock head pressing into my wet pussy. Gifford was ready to fuck, I was ready to be fucked and we both gave it our all for about six minutes. I wanted to scream my head off but only bit my lip and felt a river of warm liquid run down my legs. Half was Gifford's and half was my own. He jerked hard into me a few times and slowed to a stop.
I quickly turned around dropped to my knees and sucked his lovely cock clean of our conjoined juices. He very lovingly held my head between his powerful hands and moaned sweetly. I started to have greater respect for our police officers.
My civic duty done I was shown out through the large office and watched as heads turned. My lip gloss was smeared and my hair was not as neat as it had been. But the smile on my face and that of Sgt Gifford was telling the world we had done our duties together.
He opened my car door and I once again flashed him with my dripping cunt as I slipped into my Jaguar. He said "Mrs. Raven I may need to see you again. May I call you?"
"Of course. Any time." I said as I closed my door and hooked up my seatbelt so it neatly fit between my tits.