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 it 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 different man show some affection (lust) 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 whatever with whomever whenever. 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 toward the end was to watch me suck off a guy so Robert could see him come in my mouth. This some how made Robert feel nearly as good as I did with a mouth full of semen. The night of Robert's first heart attack I was on all fours with Tom Brock's cock in my mouth and Robert had his cock in my ass. This was only the third time Robert had ever shown any interest in anal sex. I found it highly erotic and loved it to the point of having a climax every time. Robert was the only man ever to have his cock up my ass.
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 without Robert it was not the same now.
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 most 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; kind of 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 watch customers.
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 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 two 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. I really wanted 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 forgot 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 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 me with a cock in my mouth and another in my pussy doggie style. I never told Robert how excited that made me. Not him watching but taking two cocks at once.
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 than twenty seven or eight and if I remember he wore a wedding ring. I had not looked but I think I 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 Newsome 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 aside 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.
