Hazel was fed up using her fingers and dildos and fed up with being one of the invisible elderly. She wanted more -- a lot more -- sex, so she decided to expand her sexual horizons. To ensure that she put an advertisement on the web. "Larger mature lady, single, (70), open-minded seeks new experiences, fun, and frolics. I am 5" 4", dress size 18 with a 36D bust, either gender and any age is welcome.
She was amazed that it attracted a few older cross-dressing men, which surprised her greatly but being intrigued, agreed to meet some of them. She knew that while they liked dressing in women's clothes -- especially lingerie - and feeling feminine but critically also liked fucking women -- which was the part she was looking forward to.
Howard was the one guy whom she was attracted to as he seemed very polite and charming on the phone so Hazel invited him round to hers for coffee. Her initial assumption of him proved spot on.
He was 40, slim and well-dressed but quite shy and it took a lot of sympathetic listening and gentle rubbing of what she considered a nice-sized cock, for him to tell his story.
"Hazel, for the last 25 years I found that I could only really enjoy sex dressed in women's lingerie and dresses and skirts. Nearly for all that time, I had to use prostitutes because my skinny bitch of a wife thought I was perverted and who in fact didn't like sex anyway. Your advertisement suggested to me that you might be more open to my fetish. Would I be right in that?"
"You certainly are Howard. And I am looking forward to it. In fact, thinking about you fucking me dressed up is making me quite wet. Tell you what, while you are telling me why don't you caress my lovely wet hairy cunt?" With that Hazel got up and pulled down her knickers and then sat beside him, her fat cellulite dimpled thighs wide apart to give him good access.
With Howard's hand nestled in her hairy twat gently massaging it and her hand in his trousers slowly wanking him, he continued his story.
To cut his rambling story to the core, it was when he was 19 and his mother used to send him to their neighbour a middle-aged shapely lady to do odd jobs. Her name coincidentally was also Hazel. He was very attracted to her nylon-encased legs and she, pleased by the attention, used to encourage him to give her foot rubs. One day, she caught him in the bathroom, wearing her knickers and furiously wanking. He of course was embarrassed but she, he said, looked delighted and took over his dick to ensure he came.