In 1955 I found perverted old Hazel, an average looking 60 plus years old lady. Or to be truthful, she found me.
Only later did I find out that the thing not average was her sex drive which was extremely high. She told me her problem was during the last five years of marriage her husband could not perform. But she was lucky insomuch that she found a nice virile young man who lived up the road and had a strong fetish for fucking old ladies.
But he got a new job and moved away. So it was time for her to find another young lover. She knew it could be hard for an old lady to find young virile cocks. But she did...me!
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It started during the summer when she went to visit her sister. She always caught the afternoon slow train as she liked looking at the scenery and as there was no corridor; she preferred a compartment to herself.
That afternoon, however, walking aside the train she saw a suitable young man sitting alone so she joined him. Hazel had big tits, so always wore dresses that displayed a vast amount of crinkly cleavage. It was the one thing that all men could not resist looking at. Sitting directly opposite she introduced herself.
"As we are together I think it's rude not to introduce myself. I am Hazel. And you are?"
Holding out his hand as he ogled her tits, he said, "Roger," I said, "Nice to meet you, Hazel."
As always, she tried to go further so sat back and crossed her legs to ensure her dress rode up discreetly showing a hint of her stocking tops. And then she uncrossed them letting her knees slightly open to add some spice.
Me, young Roger, adored old sexy ladies. So I knew straight away what she wanted but was intrigued to find out how far she would go. As I was visualising fingering and fucking her, my sizeable cock started growing. Making no effort to hide it, I saw her looking in amazement. Seemingly encouraged at what she was seeing, Hazel lazily opened her nylon-clad legs further, giving me a good eyeful. Then she sat back looking at the bulge in my trousers which was making her very wet. Boy did she want him!
I knew that I had been staring too long and too intently up her dress but as he looked up she had the biggest smile. "You are cheeky aren't you young Roger. Staring up an old lady's skirt and ogling my tits like that! Don't you dare deny it? I am flattered that I can get you aroused. Looking at your lovely bulge, I would say you have a good seven inches."
"Eight to nine inches I think. What else did you expect to happen? Flashing your lovely old tits and giving me a virtual invite to finger your cunt, sure I am horny, so are you, I bet."
