The place where I get my car fixed has a free shuttle that brings you back and forth to your home. It's often older, retired men driving the shuttle which is a special treat for someone like me with a sexual fetish for much older men.
I have big 38DD tits that are impossible to contain. They pour out of my shirts, bounce all over, and are always stared at in public. I often like wearing a push up bra with my tits pulled out of it so my nipples show through my shirt and my cleavage has extra bounce. I love the stares that I get, especially from older men.
I'd started exploring my desires for older men in college and had many encounters under my belt at this point, including with strangers. Fucking old men I didn't know was a special turn on for me. I loved the thrill of seducing them, getting their old cocks hard, and taking them inside of me without ever knowing their name.
I did know this old man's name. It was Frank. Which he told me as he stared directly at my big tits which were on perfect display for him. He was mesmerized and couldn't take his eyes off. I'd worn a tight white tank with my tits out of my push up bra. My nipples were rock hard poking through the thin material and you could see the rounds of them poking out the top of my shirt. I let him stare and told him my name was Misty Rose, and I was ready for a pleasurable ride with him.
I'd also worn a short jean skirt, which I made sure to hike up as far as possible when sitting down in the shuttle van. I knew the edges of my pussy lips were just visible, but pretended I didn't notice. Without hesitation, Bob asked if I had a boyfriend. I told him no, that I prefer to keep myself free for opportunities that pop up and love dating lots of men.