Gripped with embarrassment, Lucinda bowed her head and hobbled quickly down the street on her cane. She felt ridiculous. Why on earth would a handsome, muscular young man want to have anything to do with an overweight, grey haired older woman on a cane?
Lucinda chided herself for even thinking such absurd thoughts, and walked off painfully down the street, returning to her enjoyment of the warm, sunny day, and the simple pleasures of being outdoors again...
Matt...
I was soaked with sweat, my bulging muscles straining with effort. I was doing prep work for a new flower bed in the front garden of the home of Lois Michigan, a wonderful woman in her late sixties who had fostered me in my teens. Lois and her late husband Bruce had been very, very good to me. I was very fond of Lois and helped her out whenever I could.
Always horny, literally addicted to sex, and constantly on the prowl, I noticed a woman who looked to be in her fifties walking down the street. She was far from slim, and she was walking with some difficulty on a cane.
Despite sporting an uninspiring outfit of sweat pants and light hoodie, the woman had a sweet, pretty face and very large breasts, which instantly got my attention. She was many, many years my senior, but I absolutely love older women, and I have had many great sexual experiences with ladies way outside my age group.
Despite her obvious physical difficulties, there was a confidence about this pretty older woman that was very appealing. When I caught her very obviously staring at my bare torso, and even for a moment at my cock, I thought I may have had a chance.
But when I smiled at her hopefully, the pretty older woman quickly dropped her head and walked off with what seemed to be as much pace as she could muster. This woman obviously wasn't into younger guys. Disappointed, I got back to my shovelling, resigned to the fact that I'd now likely be spending my evening fantasising about her and masturbating...
