It had been years since he had been intimate with a woman and now, this woman, practically a complete stranger, was leading him out to her car in the bookstore parking lot. They had been chatting for nearly three hours over coffee and discussed a broad range of subjects. Eventually the subject of sex surfaced. That started them on this wild afternoon ride.
Ray explained to her that since his wife had passed nearly ten years ago, he had been relying solely on masturbation for sexual satisfaction. Janie was sad to hear this and her desire to help him was overwhelming. She had always gone out of her way to help little old men in need, but never in this way.
She had a special connection with Ray, who at 75-years-old was 25 years her senior. The couple clicked as soon as they saw one another in the bookstore. She introduced herself and they started discussing literature. She was impressed with how well read he was. He was impressed with her beauty.
Even at fifty, Janie was a lovely woman. Her face was like that of an angel; her shoulder length brown hair beautifully framed her rosy cheeks and big brown eyes. Having given birth nearly 14 years ago, her body had undergone some of the natural effects of aging. Her breasts were not nearly so perky and her belly and rear end had grown larger than she would have liked but she was still very attractive.
On top of that, her sweet Southern drawl made her even more tempting. She exemplified innocence and Ray was shocked at how his lust for her grew so quickly and uncontrollably. The fact that he was sharing intimate sexual details with her having only met her that afternoon was evidence enough for him that this was no ordinary friendship.
For Janie, she was venturing into an area where she dared not tread in many, many years. Only once before, had she strayed from her marriage and that was more or less out of retaliation for her husband's own infidelity.
But there was something so attractive about Ray. It wasn't so much physical as it was emotional. When their eyes met, she immediately wanted to get to know him. Within an hour, she allowed her mind to contemplate a scenario where she could pleasure him sexually. Before long, she found herself leading him by the hand to a place where she was going to make that dream a reality.
As they walked toward the car, she grew more and more anxious, but also became more and more aroused. She suddenly felt so young and vibrant; so alive.
She climbed into the back seat of her SUV and Ray slid in next to her. He was wearing khaki pants, a button-down shirt and a classic cardigan sweater. She was dressed in an oversized flannel shirt and a pair of tight black leggings.
When they got comfortable, she turned to him, looked deeply into his blue eyes once again and wanted to give him sex like he hadn't had in years. He looked back at her and saw a woman that actually reminded him of his own daughter. That aroused him even more, for as his daughter matured into womanhood, he developed a genuine curiosity regarding the sexuality of his own flesh and blood. He never acted on these thoughts, of course, but perhaps what was about to unfold that afternoon might give him a glimpse into what it would be like to be with his own daughter.
Janie spoke softly and said to him, "Would you like me to make you feel good Ray? Because I really like you and I want to make you feel good."
"I'm not to sure I can do the same for you," he answered, a little embarrassed. "My hardware isn't what it used to be."
She assured him that she would be completely satisfied by simply giving him pleasure. "I want you to feel my touch and get hard in my hands," she said.
Ray felt a stirring in his trousers that he hadn't felt in quite some time. It had been a very long time since he had an erection he could describe as "rock hard." Even before his wife passed, he was unable to achieve a full-on boner, but these days, he did manage to get hard enough to rub one out from time to time.
Ray unbuttoned his sweater and began to undo his belt. Janie reached over and took over for him. Undoing a man's pants was one of her favorite parts of cock play. That way she could control the speed and tempo of the activity and create a much more dramatic and sensual reveal of the man's equipment.
With both hands, she undid his belt and the button on his trousers. Then she lowered his fly, revealing a pair of white boxers. Underneath the material of the old man's underwear, she detected the bulge of his penis, which was beginning to grow stiff in anticipation of her touch.
He looked up from his lap and looked at her face. He could see that she was, in fact enjoying this as much as he was. She smiled at the thought of taking the old man's member into her hands.
She moved closer to him and put her lips to his ear and whispered, "Have you ever been with a nasty girl, Ray?"
