It was a feeling more than something I saw. But I paused and took a slow look around. No one was looking at me and the only other customer was a lady about my age pushing a cart through the Produce department. There was that young man with the tool belt sitting on the floor working on one of the display cases. On the back of his jacket it was printed "Jakes Air-condition and Heat." However he seemed to be engrossed in his work.
I moved on to the melons and picked one up to smell it. Holding in both hands in front of me made me look like I had three boobs. I'm size forty-four double D. My breasts are well rounded and my nipples stick straight out even at my age. I'm sixty five now and enjoying life to a small degree.
Up until five years ago when my husband died we were just getting into an all new way of life. We started having sex with other seniors and as hard as it is to admit I was enjoying the thrill and excitement of have a different man show some affection for me even though it was short lived, a few hours at a time.
My husband showed much interest in me after one of our swinging forays. He would make love to me two or three times a day for as long as a week after. I was up to it but he was not.
Toward the end Robert was more content to watch me doing what ever with how ever when ever. During our married years Robert never showed much interest in anything other than screwing me missionary style. Once in a long while he would play around and want me to jerk him off and then when he was about to cum let him shoot into my mouth so he could see it. This only took place a few times over more than twenty years.
However one of his great pleasures was to watch me suck off the guy and so it so Robert could see him come in my mouth.
Well enough of this that was then and this is now five years later. I have not gone back into swinging and have only had sex with a couple of men since I became a widow. For me it was just not the same and even though I did enjoy swinging with out Robert it was not the same.
However something was bugging me and it was some what upsetting. I could feel eyes on me, male eyes and I could feel someone lusting after me. It was a strange feeling yet it was almost arousing and erotic. If I had not been in public I would have rubbed myself to see if was wet. I felt as if I was and this was very different and well exciting at the same time.
Again I looked around and that is when I noticed a small window high up on the wall. It looked like a one way mirror so that the meat and produced departments could be watched.
I pushed my cart out of sight and waited a few minutes to see if anyone came out from the back. It was only a few seconds before a tall young man with a meat cutters apron around his waist came out with a tray of meat. He was cautious not to be to obvious as he filled the meat display. Yet he did turn so he could see me around the corner.
We met eye to eye and he knew I knew it was him that had been him that was watching me. Pushing the cart away from me I walked straight up to him and said "Who are you and why were you watching me?"
He took his time before he spoke. He let his eyes roam over me like a water fall. Nothing was missed and them he smiled.
My name is Walter Gorge. Five years ago I was just home from the Army and I saw you and your husband with my mother and dad. Harry and Marcia Gorge.
I saw it all and was surprised at everything my parents and you did. I remember you. I thought you were so beautiful and as I watched from the kitchen. I did not want to walk in on my parents. So I watched and I got so excited watching you. I wanted to rush in and join in the fun so I could. Well have some of you. I left and went back to my motel room and masturbated thinking of you.
I never told my parents and I never saw you again I for got about it until I was you here today."
I felt something for this boy and said "I hope you'll keep this to yourself. My husband died shortly after that and I never kept up with that life style." I paused and after a second or two I said "I'm Gloria Silver."
We stood there for a few more seconds and then he said "Gloria would it be out of line if I asked you to meet me for a drink after work. I would love to talk to you. My Dad died also and Mom lives alone now. Meet me at the Corner Street bar at six. I'd love to hear more about my parents back then. Will you?"
It was a surprise to me yet I stood there looking at this young man and said "I will." I turned and pushed my cart to the front of the store and left.
I went home and sat blankly looking at the bedroom walls not seeing anything. In my mind I tried to remember the party with the Gorge's. For a few moments nothing came to mind then I remember Mrs. Gorge, Marcia Gorge was a tall lean lady with dark hair and petty face. I think Robert got turned on by her. He always said he loved my big boobs but I seem to remember him giving her much smaller breasts a lot of attention. I think she was one of the few women in our twelve
Swinging parties where Robert actually screwed some one. I remembered how I was doing my best to make Mr. Gorge come with my mouth
all the while I was watching Robert screwing the wife. As hard as I tried I could not remember how the evening ended.
Other memories flashed and flittered into my vision as I saw some of the more sensual parties. One that came and went was my first group party. That was the first time I had two men enter me at the same time. Neither was Robert and later Robert told me how excited it made him watching with a cock in my mouth and another in my pussy doggie style. I never told Robert how excited that made me.
I showered and dressed in fresh under garments. A little perfume here and there along with my best uplifting bra. Along with a low cut blouse to show a lot of cleavage and I was all set to go and meet Mr. Walter Gorge. He looked no more that twenty seven or eight and if I remember he wore a wedding ring. I had not looked but I think if remembered one. We'll see.
I parked on the side of the bar. I had not been here in years but if my memory served me right it was owned now by a school mate of mine. Larry, Larry Newsom yes that was it. I wondered if he would see me or even remember me. I had not seen him in thirty or more years. Time goes by so quickly.
It was dimly lighted so I took a moment standing to side allowing my tired old eyes to adjust. I saw Walter coming my way. He as a tall shadow back lit by the lights at the long bar.
"I'm so glad you came. Please I have a boot there in the back." He said.
He took my elbow and guided me towards the deep shadows. I slipped into the curved booth and Walter got in from the other side and slid around to be close. A waitress magically appeared and took our orders. Walter placed a hand on my arm and again expressed his pleasure that I kept my word.
He leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. I did not pull away. He said "You're still a very beautiful woman. I remember you like it was yesterday."
I laughed and said "I think I may have been naked then. Just how much did you see or should I ask how long did you watch us. I think my Robert was very interested in your mother."
He said "Like I said I had just that day returned from the Army. I knew Mom and Dad did not have room for me at home so I checked into a motel and then just drove over to surprise them. I was the one surprised.
I had heard a few rumors about our town having a swinging group but I had no idea it was mostly seniors and my parents were part of this group.
I came in through the back and heard the voices and music and took a look before barging in."
I said "you must have been very surprised not only to see your parents naked but ... well with another couple."
He said "I remember you were the first one I saw. You were sitting with one leg over the arm of the sofa and my Dad was standing next to you. You both were watching my Mother and your husband. But my eyes were fixed on you. I love women with large breasts and yours were so beautiful and the nipples were pointed. Even when you were kneeling in front of my Dad I still have eyes for your breasts."
The waitress came with our drinks and we took a moment out from talking. I was deep breathing already and needed a time out. I slid a few inches away from Walter and looked up at him.
The waitress returned and I wondered why so I looked up to see two women standing there. The tall one was of course Marcia Gorge and the shorter one with full round breasts and a wide tightly confined ass in a pair of jeans was introduced as Walter's wife Toots.
I was so taken back I could not speak for a moment but finely said "Walter, what is this. I thought this was going to be just you and I. Why are they here?"
It was Marcia that filled in the gaps and brought me up to date on current events and the life style these three were living.