Part 1 of 3
Kiss Juice.
The day started like any other summers day, I Looked out of my kitchen window, clear blue skies, a warm sunny day ahead and my eyes were drawn to my garden, and o my dear, overgrown shrubs, flower beds are a disgrace, and the lawn... oh dear. I needed to get someone in. I hated gardening, I did have someone to tend to this, but he had left a while ago.
A little about myself, I married very young, and what I thought was love and a lifetime partnership, turned out to be a disaster after just five years. He was good looking, he took my virginity, but turned out to be a bastard... we parted.
I then had a string of one night stands, a few longer relationships, but not anyone I was going to marry again, I had learned my lesson.
And then one day I met this man, at a dance evening. I loved to dance; I've danced all my life. You get to meet so many different people. I was around forty seven I think, or thereabouts. As I say, I met this particular man. We seem to get along so easily, we never stopped talking to each other, and of course we danced the night away, as they say.
This one evening as we were about to leave, he gave me a cheeky kiss, I responded, maybe I shouldn't have. But it was then he grabbed my hand and whisked me off to a corridor. As we passed the corner he flicked off the light. He fucked me standing in that darkened corridor. He was at least ten years older than me but in the heat of the moment that wasn't even a consideration. Oh my god it felt so good, as I hadn't had a cock for about a month.
By the way he grunted... and blew in less than thirty thrusts, I think he also hadn't had a fuck for a while either. As we tidied ourselves up and parted he left me with a dripping pussy, and a very soaked gusset.
A couple of days later he called me and asked me out to dinner. Yes he was better after that first time of thirty thrusts, and hence we spent the next nineteen years together, not married but as lovers...fuck buddies if you like!
He passed away a couple of years ago, and left all he had to me. Which allowed me to leave my job and not worry about anything, I was financially secure.
But the only thing was I loved sex, and who was going to enter a sixty eight year old pussy. I still went dancing, and had a couple of toys to get back home to, to relieve my pussy tension. I took a deep sigh and looked back at my ugly garden.
The next day I walked past a shop with adverts in the window, I stopped and had a read of a few of them; one caught my eye as it mentioned the word gardening in it. I took a picture of it and rang the number on it later that day.
I was surprised as I heard a young voice reply. I thought he was the son of the gardener, but no it was a young lad who was keen on getting some spending money together. He sounded foreign, spoke very good English, and was very polite.
We arranged a meeting for later in the week, he had told me his name, but I could not remember it.
I had just made a cup of tea when the doorbell rang, I had almost forgotten the young lad was supposed to be here, very prompt.
I opened the door and he said, "Hello madam."
I hadn't been called that for a very long time; I blushed, and shook his out stretched hand. As I said, I could not remember his name, so hesitated when I said, "Hello...?" He quickly said, "Rajendra Kumar, I'm Rajendra Kumar madam, my friends call me Raj."
As we still shook hands, I said, "Call me Sally, and please... not madam. And I do hope we can become friends." Mainly as his name was a mouthful, but Raj I could pronounce.
I looked over his shoulder and noticed he had come on a push bike, I asked him to put it round the side of the house where it would be safe.
I invited him in and offered him a cup of tea. We had a nice chat sat in the garden where I could point things out to him. And this was also where I found out he was born in India, left when he was six and was now twenty three. He lived at home, not far from here, and had recently moved into this area as his father had relocated for his work. We had come to an arrangement where he would come and tend to the gardens, front and back, an hour or two at the weekends around his studies, he was studying to be an accountant.
Raj had been round a few times and we always had a chat when I took him a cup of tea while he worked away. He worked so hard that he broke a sweat in no time at all, but he just kept going. And to give him credit, he had done a great job, the gardens looked great in the few times he had been round.
One time when he worked away, I watched him through the kitchen window before I took him his cup of tea, he had taken his top off and his body glistened, but his body was just... well you know, for a sixty eight year old hag he was an Adonis. My pussy began to tingle, a bit of moisture leaked out, and well... my thought was, 'There was absolutely no way on this earth a, "Mr Adonis," going anywhere near a pensioners pussy.'
It was a Sunday when he told me that he could not come round next weekend, but if I didn't mind he could come on Friday late evening. I was due to go dancing that evening, and told him he could come round but would have to finish before I had to leave.
He knew of my liking to dance from the chats we had. I had almost finished getting ready for my night out when Raj shouted out, "Sally, I have finished, I'll see you next weekend, I'll message you."
I always paid him every time he had finished, he would never ask, he was a shy lad. I shouted out, "Just wait there a minute."
I walked downstairs and to my handbag, I took out his money and gave it to him. He said, "Thank you." In a very sheepish voice, and looked down to the floor, then said, "You look very nice Sally."
This was the second time he had made me blush, I said, "Thank you Raj. These are my glam rags for dancing."
Then he raised his head and said, "Not just the clothes." And I said, "Ah... yes and this is my war paint." He chuckled; he had never seen me tarted up before.
He turned to the door and left, I closed the door behind him. I finished getting ready, and then I too left for my evening out. I had another great evening... danced away. I did chuckle to myself as a couple of men had tried their luck with me, but to be honest, I was there for the dancing and not looking for a quick fuck, been there done that... got the tee sh... you know what I mean.
I got home, quick wash and stuck the rabbit in its hole till the body chemicals did their bit, and I fell contently to sleep.
Middle of the week I got a message from Raj, saying he could come round Saturday, but would have to be early morning. I agreed, and as the same as last Friday, I would be out dancing.
A stupid mistake and I had sprained my ankle, didn't seem too bad but thought it best not to carry on the dance floor any longer. I came home earlier than I would have that evening. Ran a nice hot bath to have a soak and ease the ankle. And the obligatory fingering of my over-sized, aged clit made me lose all the pain sensation of the ankle. Over-sized, yes I have to admit, it was like the end of a little finger with a hoodie. I had got a lot of complements for my ginormous clit from previous lovers.
I had a couple of glasses of wine sat in front of the telly to divert the dulling ache of the ankle, then off to bed.
Always having slept naked I never gave it a thought as the doorbell rang, still in a daze, I went to the window to see who it was. I parted the curtain, and saw it was Raj; I slightly opened the window and shouted down, "I'm not quite up yet, wait, I'll throw you down the keys."
I noticed he had lowered his head, then I realised I was naked. "Idiot," I thought to myself. But then he's over twenty, surely a man of the world, and had seen far better female bodies than this old hag, for fuck sake, I was old enough to be his grandma.
