I saw Su on several occasions before actually meeting her; her appearance drew my attention. She wore a silly, drab outfit that made her look like something out of a 1920s novel. She was 62 at this time but dressed like a woman of 90! She clearly did not care about how she looked; her hair was very short and grey and she looked underfed too.
She wore a very long skirt with clumpy boots and many tops, such as cotton tops and jumpers; this is in mid July. I could see that she was slim but most of her bulk came from her dreary clothes.
One day, we actually met, in a college were I worked and where she was employed for 3 months teaching English to international students. I realised that she was quite shy yet rather appealing in a way. She asked me to help her with her computer. As I started her laptop computer, I realised that it was brand new and that she would have to register the operating system in her name, but she had disappeared!
I left the machine on a bench and did something else. Ten minutes later she came back, but now she wore a nice snug pair of jeans, a cotton top and just one thin jumper. The important thing to me was that I could now see down her top! I sat her down in front of the laptop and got her to complete the initial run and registration of the software, all the time looking at her lovely small tits. Well, most of them - she did have a bra on!
I was sure that she dressed for my benefit and I felt confident that Su was not just a worn-out, old fossil! In about 30 mins, we had the computer up and running and she was on the internet, logging into her first ever email account with Yahoo! I sat next to her on my computer and sent her a flirty email for her to log in and read. She sent me a nice reply, not fully flirty, but enough to get me even more interested.
During the morning, she came to see me several times and at break time, I made us both a cuppa and sat with her chatting about her work. She asked me if I'd be good enough to connect her to the internet in her room, on campus, as she was unsure of the whole procedure. I arranged to visit her at 1pm.
When I entered her accommodation, I was happy to see that she had a whole 5-room cottage in the campus to herself, as this was the vacation period. She made me a cup of tea and we sat down in the kitchen to work on her laptop. Again, I got her to sit down at the machine and stood beside her gazing with desire at her tiny tits.
At times, maybe because the room was brighter, I caught glimpses of her nipples as she typed slowly on the keypad, squeezing her breasts together. I was getting very aroused and my flirting increased to touching her arms and shoulders.
Suddenly, she leaned against my hips, rested her head on my waist and sighed. "Bloody computers!" she moaned, fed up with typing. I rested my arm on her shoulders and gently pulled her closer to me, turning slightly toward her. "You shouldn't waste too much time on them," I said, making up my sad script as I went on. "Life is too short!"
Su looked up to me shyly and asked if I would like more tea.
I shook my head in negative but cocky reply, still holding her shoulders and gazing into her eyes, making her look away.
She then looked up to me again and held my hand. That was enough for me. I gripped her hand and urged her to stand. She stood in front of me and I held her waist gently. "Show me your room then!" I said, full of confidence and desperate to get intimate with her mature body. I had to get a proper look at her tiny old tits.
She paused and looked at me, as if she might object, or perhaps, as if she ought to object. She did not, but just looked at me unsure. I pulled her closer, my knob growing all the time, as I felt sure she would like to go upstairs.
There was no doubt about what was in our minds and what was going to happen. She rested her arms on my chest and loosely held her own hands, twisting her fingers together. She looked like a shy virgin!
"I need to go to the toilet!" she said but you can carry the "thing" up to my room for me. She referred to the laptop, so I nodded, grabbed it, along with the power cable and took it up the stairs. Su followed me and led me to her room, the only one open, flooded with brilliant sunlight. I entered and placed the computer on her desk as she went into the toilet. I heard the flush go and then the taps run. I sat down on the bed and waited many minutes for her to return.
She came in still holding the small towel that she had used and started to fidget with things, tidying up and looking in her clothes drawers.
"Are you OK honey?" I asked hoping that she would settle again.
She made a noise in her throat and carried on.
"Maybe I should go!" I offered, sure that she now felt uncomfortable.
"That's up to you!" she replied, not looking at me.
"I'm not convinced!" I played back, waiting for her to get the courage to look at me. In a while, she did, but only briefly. I asked her to sit with me and help me feel relaxed.
"OK!" she said and sat beside me.
I moved closer; the sun burned our arms as it shone into the room. It lit up her upper body and mine as I put my arms around her. I pulled gently at her body and she relaxed again, this time resting on me. I kissed her head as she held my left hand in both of hers, sighing as I kissed her face and ear, trying to kiss her neck too. "Oh!" she sighed in a responsive and encouraging way.
"Do you think we should get into your bed?" I asked her full of daring and bubbling with confidence.
"What do you think?" she replied.
"I do not think there is any doubt about it!" I whispered to her, crushing her slowly in both arms.
"You are very direct!" Su whispered, looking at the bright window.
"I think we have to be!" I said, hoping that she would accept my insight.
I stood and pulled her to me again, this time she wrapped her arms around me and we kissed. Gently and slowly, I kissed her lips, both together and one at a time. Suddenly, I pulled away from her and undid my shirt. As she looked on, I undid my jeans and pushed them down, removing my socks and shoes as I did so.
Su looked at me for a second and then looked away, her fingers fiddling with her low cut cotton top.