I share this story, it just happened a few hours ago.
It was late last night and I couldn't sleep again. Having been on the road for weeks training and teaching, my internal clock needed to reset badly. So, instead of tossing and turning all night and keeping the women up who were now all sleeping in one bed which fortunately was a California King I got up as I normally do and headed in to town.
I pull in to a Wal Mart parking lot since they were the first place I came to that was open at two a.m. As I walk through the entrance, I happened to see an older woman standing in one of the isles. She had this look of uncertainty on her face so, I figured I would just walk around a bit and if she came back in to my eyesight I would ask if she needed any help.
I rounded isle 13 and plowed right in to her. She was looking back over her shoulder and I was looking at a food item and we didn't see each other. The impact nearly knocked her down but I was able to grab hold of her arms before she fell.
As I apologized for my clumsiness she did likewise assuring me that all was good. But before I could ask her if I could help her in some way, she spoke first. She asked me if I had seen a dark skinned man about 45 wearing a Brown leather Bomber jacket wandering around anywhere. I told her that I had just in the last couple minutes gotten inside the store and that I had not seen the guy yet. She let out a sigh of relief and I asked her if something was wrong.
She looked at me apprehensively for a few moments and I suddenly remembered to show her my ID and badge. When I did that she let out a huge sigh of relief saying that she was afraid the guy she was asking about was stalking her. That sent my Cop radar in to overdrive and I began asking her questions about why she thought he was stalking her.
She said that she had blown a tire somewhere out on route 27 and while she knew how to change tires, the nuts were on the wheel too tightly for her to break loose. So she began walking back toward her house as she called her Son for help. Naturally her Son didn't answer and so she went down her contacts list in hopes of finding someone who lived close by that could come to take her home.
As she walked a Trucker pulled over after having seen her car on the side of the road a couple miles back and then noticed that she was walking alone. The Trucker was going in the opposite direction and when he pulled over he told her that he would be glad to give her a lift in to town which was about 10 miles further. She accepted the ride and started the arduous climb in to the giant cab of the truck. As she reached the top step, her foot slipped off the tread and she tumbled to the ground and as she fell, she snagged her skirt on something and ripped it right off her.
The Trucker quickly helped her up and in to the cab and according to her, he drove like a madman to town and to Wal Mart where he rushed in and bought her a pair of Sweat Pants. I smiled at her story and she burst out laughing at the comedy of errors of the evening. The Trucker had made sure she was safe and not hurt but was anxious to get back underway and had already left the store and parking lot.
I introduced myself and she did likewise, telling me her name was Ann and that she was so glad to have run in to me. I asked her to get back to the potential stalker which she gladly did. She explained that after pulling on the Sweats she went inside the store to buy herself something a bit more matching of her blouse. As she wandered through women' section she noticed the guy was watching her intently. When she found something to try on, she went to the dressing room and went in to try on the skirt. When she came out that's when she got her first scare from this guy.
He was down one of the isles immediately in front of the dressing rooms and directly in front of the very one she was using. However, when she opened the door, she found him on his hands and knees trying to peer from across the way underneath the door. That tended to unnerve her so she quickly changed her mind about buying the skirt and decided to leave the immediate area.
She headed to the book section in hopes of finding a book or magazine to ease her mind and to give her something to do until she could roust her Son out of bed. At that she muttered that he was likely banging a cute redhead from school...
She went on describing how when she was in the book section she noticed the same guy again about two isles over staring at her but doing so in such a manner as to not draw undue attention to himself from others. That's about the time I walked through the door.
I took her by the hand and said, "don't worry, no one will harm you tonight." With that she rushed headlong in to my arms and gave me a huge hug saying that she had not been so frightened before. I assured her again that all would be good and that I would be glad to take her home when she got ready to go.
She thanked me profusely and kissed me a good one and then quickly apologized for having done so. I grinned at her and said that was a good thing and that there was no need to apologize. She then gave me biceps a good squeeze and thanked me again. Then as she stepped back a step she said, "by the way, those are some strong guns you have underneath that shirt." I thanked her and said that I do work out daily. She then lowered her voice and asked me if I ever did push ups. I said that I did them every day and that's when things got really interesting.
She asked me then if I had ever made love to a women while working out. Being caught of guard at that, I stammered a bit and finally managed to say that I had not ever done that one.........yet. With that I asked her if she worked out any. She said that she did the usual old lady stuff in that she walked around the neighborhood every evening and she would hit the gym once a week for swimming. I commented that she was far from an old lady.
She smiled, thanked me again and said that she was 66 years old. Honest to goodness, I would not have pegged her for a day over 45 or so. I must have had a stupid look on my face because she burst out laughing again and said, "yes it's true, I am 66 but I feel like 35." I complimented her on her youthful appearance and she said something then that got my motor running. She said that her secret was cum facials and as much wild sex as she could get.
With that she said that she was ready to go any time I was and asked which way she lived from there. I assured her that I was fine with which ever way she needed to go because I wasn't going to leave her stranded anywhere and especially if there was a stalker watching her. With that we walked to my car and I opened the door for her. As she swung her legs in, I thought that I spotted a wet patch right at the crotch level of her grey jogging sweats.
About 2 minutes after getting in to the car, I asked her what she was doing out so late in the first place and alone no less. She said that she had been to a friends party until about 30 minutes before her tire blew out. She said that she had gotten rather horny there but all the guys were too young for her so she left. As we drove out of the parking lot, she reached her hand over to my lap and asked me what I was doing out so late. I told her that I couldn't sleep and had decided to head in to town to unwind a bit. By now she was rubbing my upper thigh and every few seconds she would give it a squeeze.
About 5 minutes in to the drive toward Ann's house, she started to rub my cock through my trousers. As I drove the sensations were beginning to make it difficult to sit still. As I squirmed a bit in the seat she smiled and asked if I wanted her to stop. I assured her that I did not want her to stop but that I didn't want to make her think I was there just for sex. She laughed again and punched me on the arm saying, that she had been the one that was horny.
We arrived at her house about 20 minutes later and she asked me to come on up for a few minutes. I agreed and as we walked in, I asked her if she minded if I took a quick look around to make sure that no one was there that wasn't supposed to be. She nodded and told me where her Son's room was and that to be on guard because he not only slept in the nude, it was quite likely he would be humping his girl friend. I grinned and said that I thought I could handle the trauma.
As I walked down the hallway, I saw a faint glow coming out of Son's room and as I slipped past the doorway, I noticed that he was steady humping a gorgeous redhead. She had very long hair that hung down around her face and with her on her hands and knees, her hair puddled up on the bed beneath her. I could tell that Son was driving her hard but couldn't see anything explicit so I casually made my way on through the house.
When I got back to the kitchen where we had entered, there was Annette sitting at the dinner table wearing nothing but shorty short gym shorts. Her pussy lips were visible and I could see that she was trimmed but not shaved.
Ann noticed my gawking and with a rueful smile, she casually turns in the chair just enough to be facing her crotch directly at me and began to open and close her legs. Each time her legs would open, she would be expose her pussy. I have to admit that I was more than just a little intrigued.