Hi, my name is Kathleen, but everyone calls me Kathy. I have large double E breasts that are still very firm and perky, with half inch long nipples that just love to be sucked and gnawed on. I'm really very proud of them and use them to my advantage every chance I get. I love drawing men's and even some women's attention to them, I find it so exciting and even after all these years I still feel my pussy getting wet as they pass their wandering eyes over me. I'm very fortunate that I can still draw this attention considering that I'm now at the ripe old age of 64.
I stand 5 foot and 4 inches tall and when I'm in my heels I'm quite a sight. I take regular exercise and you can find me every day, rain or shine running in the local park which is just a hop across the road. There hasn't been a day gone by where I haven't stopped men in their tracks to watch me as I run towards them. I purposely put an extra bounce in my step making my lovely boobs jiggle more for their enjoyment. They often stop and stare as I pass them and even turn and watch my wobbling butt. I love to imagine them going home to their wives or girlfriends and fucking them as they think of this granny that's got them all worked up.
It's very true to say that I'm a slut. Have been ever since I divorced my limp dicked husband when I was 53. I've always loved sex and had plenty of more than willing partners through my early years, but, as often happens, I picked the wrong one. Before we were married, he was as rampant as any man I'd ever been with. Within a short period that eventually faded away to almost nothing. I wasn't happy; not at all. My whole body was craving attention, a lot more then he was giving me. So once my son went to college I threw him out and started to make a life for myself. My son was ok with everything about the separation, he said he'd suspected for some time that that was going to happen. He had known I wasn't happy, and if I was going to be happier on my own then I should go for it.
And go for it I did. Gone went the frumpy housewife clothes, I started wearing shorter skirts and dresses, lots of shorts, I wasn't so bad as to wear daisy dukes, but they were plenty short enough for a woman in my years. I also wore more revealing tops, like vests and low scooped t/shirts. Quite often you would see me in a blouse with one too many buttons undone. It all did wonders for my self-esteem. I'd feel wonderful as men were once again paying me attention and I would often see the lust in their eyes as they ogled me from head to toe. I remember thinking, "I should of done this a long time ago."
I also, around this time, started exercising with a vengeance. I need to get back into the shape I was in all those years ago. It wasn't going to be easy, especially at my age. But nothing would turn me away from my task. I started at first down in our basement. My son has a small gym down there. I'd never used it before, in fact I very rarely went down there, that was his domain. My ex wouldn't of dreamt of entering for fear of having to lift a weight. Now my son was gone I used it constantly. It was during the beginning of this period that I found my sons stash of porn. I was shocked, not that he had porn in his possession, what teenage boy doesn't, but that most of it was incest porn; namely mother and son. I wasn't disgusted by this in anyway. I just accepted it as it was and moved on. I will consider this at a later date, especially after last week when my son took me out to dinner for my birthday and couldn't take his eyes off of my legs. It certainly gave me food for thought.
With a healthy diet I could see the weight falling away. Even though it was hard work at first, I kept at it knowing it would pay off in the long run. It would be worth the effort. A year down the road I admitted to myself that I was at the point where I couldn't get any better. As I stood in front of my full length mirror in 4 inch heels and a black thong I was really happy with who was looking back at me. I was, even if I say so myself, one sexy looking woman again. I stood there with a photo that I'd taken of myself for this purpose, just so I could do a comparison. My face was much more defined, I had my cheek bones back, my breasts were lovely and perky and below my stomach was as flat as could be expected. Turning to the side and using a hand held mirror I was able to have a look at my butt and loved how my cheeks wobbled as I flicked the underneath of each one. My legs looked long and lean in my heels, the thighs were slightly muscular and the calf's were taut. I was good to go.
I hadn't been idle whilst I was doing my training. I was getting regular fucking, as much as I wanted. But again it was becoming stale. I was picking up men my own age and it was becoming so boring. I discovered that no matter how good and fit they looked, there was just no way that they were able to keep up with me. I definitely needed someone younger to fulfil my needs. I longed so badly to be fucked into the middle of next week and also to fulfil some other urges that I'd felt needed exploring. I'd already guessed that not everyone would be into what was becoming a desperate urge on my part, but I knew that there was some people that were genuinely into water-sports as much as me, I just had to find them or coerce them.
But the water-sports isn't why I'm writing today. I want to tell you about what happened yesterday. For yesterday I had the best fucking I've ever had and by a 19 year old. The one thing I love almost as much as keeping my hot body in shape is my garden. Especially my back garden. This time of year I spend most of my days out there doing something or other. Sometimes I'm just sitting in a lounger, reading and catching the warm rays, but mostly I'm on my hands and knees, weeding or pruning. I find it so relaxing and get so much pleasure when I stand back at the end of a hard day and see what I've achieved.
For the past few weeks I've felt like I'm being watched while I'm in the garden. It couldn't be from my house, there's only me here, on the left side of me is and old couple, it couldn't be coming from them, they can barely bring themselves to talk to me. My reputation precedes me I think. Most of the streets women are that way. Fuck em, I've never shagged their husbands so what's their problem. My son says its because they're jealous of my looks and body. If that is the case they should get their lazy fat asses up and do something about it. It's really not my fault if they catch their husbands ogling me, is it?
Anyway, on my right is Gina and her husband Trevor. They've lived there now for 9 years and we actually get on. Gina has shown no animosity to me at all. In fact she says the haters are just bitches and I should just ignore them and be happy. She probably wouldn't think that if I was to fuck her husband, but that would never happen. I may be a slut, but Trevor, apart from being my friends husband, isn't my type by any stretch of my imagination. I've often seen him give me furtive glances when I'm talking to Gina, usually when he's stood just behind his wife so she can't see him, you know, as men do, but I give him no sign that I've seen him or any sort of encouragement.
Then there is their son Richard. I've obviously known him since he was a boy of 10 years old and I've watched him grow into a handsome young man. Gina has done a wonderful job raising him, always polite and helpful. Even offering to help me bring my shopping in and anything else I needed. She should be, and she is, really proud of him. So the only people it could be would be one of these three. I discount Gina, she never given me any reason to think that she's attracted to me at all. Could be Trevor, he is a perv, that's for sure, or it could be Richard. I just can't be sure which one it is.
After a week of being observed I'm in the mood to play. I enter the garden in my shortest shorts, so short that when I'm down on my haunches or knees they allow my ass cheeks to peek out the leg holes. I'm also wearing the flimsiest vest t/shirt I own. When I bend over enough you can see right inside to my boobs and my nipples if they're close enough. I'm also wearing sunglasses so that I can look more or less directly up to the offending window. It has to be from there as it's the only one that look over my fence line. I'm not sure but I think that Richard's bedroom window. Even if it is, it doesn't mean that Trevor couldn't be in there. Whomever it is I'm giving them one hell of a show. Plenty of butt and tit views for them to observe. Maybe put in their wank bank for later, that's if they're not doing it now.
A couple of evenings ago I had a knock on the front door, it was Gina. She popped round to say that her and Trevor were going away for a few days to look in on her father. As a widower her was on his own and Gina hated the thought of him being taken care of by anyone but her and was pretty useless of following a doctors orders, so they were going up to make sure he did. She said that Richard didn't fancy it and would be staying home and although he's 19 and more than capable of taking care of himself, would I mind just keeping an eye out for him if he should need anything. I, of course told her it was no problem, just let him know I'm here if he needs me. All the while I was thinking that now I'll find out who's been leering over me. I just hope it's Richard and not his dad. I think it's the thought of being a 64 year old being leered at by a 19 year old hunk that just did it for me. A real confidence booster. Besides, it wasn't as if he'd been there for one hour or one day even; he'd been doing this for weeks.
