Bridget happily dedicated herself to the task of getting bikini ready for the holiday that Stefan had booked for them. With the fitness programme Stefan had created and the still very frequent bedroom workouts, her calories burnt were regularly far in excess of those consumed, even allowing for the odd "drinkypoos" and whatever there are in a gobful of spunk. Stefan was now often having to work away at the club rather than working from home but it seemed that this absence only made the dick grow longer, apparently. He'd usually come straight to Bridget's from work and within minutes she'd be getting and giving a good seeing to all round. She'd coined the nickname for herself "Ever Ready" and Stefan was her "Duracell Bunny". The shopping session for the holiday, the weekend before departure was her second favourite day of the whole Covid era ( the day Stefan, as her bubble partner first brought home shopping for her being favourite of course ).
Edna O'Farilly agreed to brave the city for the first time post-lockdown with Bridget, her long-time best buddy. The pubs had opened again with social distancing measures in place so they could also get a boozy lunch before Stefan picked them both up again. Bridget had bought a few bikinis and several evening outfits. Over lunch, Edna had demanded to hear all about her new romance and boy did she get more than she'd anticipated. Bridget gave a blow by blow account of many of the episodes, from the first damp stain on her tan knickers to their first 69. But it was when she was relating the tale of the soapy titwank that the young waiter overheard. He blushed and Edna laughed at him.
"You didn't think us old girls would do such things, did you?"
Regaining his composure, the young lad replied,
"No, on the contrary, I imagine you do!"
"Often?"
"From time to time"
"Well, I may not have the equipment of this one here and she's loved up anyway but I have other skills and ass-ets. Let me give you my number and maybe you won't have to imagine any longer."
The young stud accepted the beermat on which she'd written her name and mobile number. The lad, confused, thought to himself,
"Am I really going to fuck a woman who is clearly 40 or so years older than me? .... Of course I am!"
Bridget would keep her knowledge of Edna's latest impending infidelity to her husband of 40 years the way that Edna had always kept mum to anyone about Bridget's frequent betrayal of her Jack.
Stefan arrived at the pre-arranged time and found the two pissed pensioners in fits of raucous laughter at some bawdy joke or other they were sharing with their fellow drinkers in the city centre beer garden. Stefan gathered up as many of the ladies' bags as he could manage,
"Do you know which of these are which of yours?"
"We'll sort it out when we get to Edna's. All the fat stuff is mine!"
Having returned Edna to her marital home, Stefan could turn his attentions to the pissed up sexpot beside him.
"Did you miss me babe?"
"Like I can't describe. If you weren't driving I'd suck you off right now. Come to think of it, can I?"
"Can I refuse?"
The aged temptress reached over and put her hand down the tracksuit bottoms of her driver. She uncurled his straining penis from its helix of restriction and it immediately straightened in her hand. She levered it out of the clothing and manoeuvred it under the seatbelt. To get her mouth on it she would have to bend it from its 20 degree orientation to something more like 45 but these things are obligingly flexible when they need to be. Christ, she'd seen the spring on the thing on countless occasions now. Stefan kept his eyes on the straight stretch of road ahead of him. At least he did until those little lips kissed the tip of his knob and her tongue flicked around the rim of his bulbous head. He had to shut his eyes in anticipation of those lips sliding down the length of his shaft. That ecstasy soon came as she hungrily mouthed the big pink lollipop but for their own safety he had to open his eyes again. His local knowledge reminded him of the lay-by around a quarter of a mile ahead. As Bridget's head bobbed up and down the length of his prick, Stefan pictured himself fucking this little strumpet as he had done so many times in the past few weeks. As the car approached the lay-by he swung left into it and brought the car to a gradual stop.
"Bridget, I'm going to fuck you here. Now. Stop a second."
He opened his driver door and sprinted round to the passenger side. He asked his lover to turn around and as the dutiful woman always did in response to this request, she offered her gorgeous plump arse up to him. He pulled her knickers down over her knees.
"Any hole's a goal. That's what the team used to say." he thought.
On this occasion, he chose the more traditional, former babymaking orifice and drove his achingly stiff cock hard into the wet willing pussy.
"God, I've missed this!" Bridget snarled. "Fuck me, Stefan. Hard!"
Thrusting away in oblivious ecstasy, Stefan had not noticed someone get out of a car further down the lay-by. The man came to within 3 metres of him and at that point, Stefan noticed that the guy had his hand down his trousers. Stefan was too close to stop and admonish the pervert. Raising his left hand he signalled for the perv to stay the fuck where he was. Grunting and sweating, Stefan pumped harder. Shrieking and whimpering, Bridget begged him to cum. He did so, seconds later, gushing spurts of sperm into the lovely, though now redundant former birth canal. Bridget felt conscious that something had happened just before Stefan's climax and turning around she screamed and shouted,
"What the fuck? Who the fuck are you? Fuck off!"
"You're Di Bristol aren't you?" asked the stranger, knowing the answer already.
"I was. Were you a fan of my show?"
