This is fiction: Old women (my preferred ages are between 70 and 85) do not believe that a young, middle-aged, or even a guy like me at 60 could be attracted to them. But as we all know, granny lovers are. But a lot of them find it hard to meet and fuck old ladies. This story is based a little part on fact but embellished to make it good wanking material
From the time I was seduced by a very horny old lady, I could only get a hard-on with older women. At 17 I went out with a 35-year-old, at 25 went out with a 50-year-old, and at my age now, 60, I seek out 70 to 85-year old's.
My latest lady friend Edna is 78 and I targeted her because she was my ideal type. Quite plump with lovely titties, nice protruding belly, old-fashioned permed hair, quite nice looking, minimal make-up but well dressed like a typical granny her perfume was wonderful. But if you were just an ordinary guy (not a granny lover like me) and didn't look, she was almost invisible.
I like to take coach trips for three or four days to some downtrodden seaside hotel and a month ago I was waiting at the pick-up point and she came walking up, pulling her suitcase.
When the coach arrived, I naturally helped her and put her suitcase in the luggage hold. Getting on she waved from her seat indicating that I sit with her. With her coat off, she wore a nice jumper with just a hint of cleavage which was nicely wrinkled.
"Hi, thanks for saving a seat. My name is Stan and yours is?"
"Edna", she smiled and we shook hands.
She asked if I had done many of these trips and when I said no, she told me that she lived alone and came on these trips more for the company than the destination. "Because at my age, nobody is interested or even wants to have a conversation. At least on these trips we're all old and can enjoy ourselves."
I fully agreed with her but added "I don't see how you can say no one is interested. Edna, you are my ideal type of elegant lady and If I may be as bold to say so, you are very attractive and I would like to get to know you a lot better."
"Oh, you flatterer". I must be at least 20 years older than you. What's attractive about me? I'm just a lonely old biddy."
"Well, that's where you are dead wrong. Let me tell you why. Now, when I explain I don't want you to freak out or get upset. Just listen to me, please."
I told her how I lost my virginity to a much older woman which was wonderful and how when dating girls my age I found them disappointing in many respects and very demanding. And then went on to say how since then, I had always been attracted to older women.
As I was telling her my background as a granny lover, I could see that she was not mocking me or even laughing but looking at me with keen interest.
"I must say, Stan, that is unusual. Normally men of your age are attracted to younger women but I don't see any reason why it shouldn't be the other way around. After all the wife of the French President is 25 years older than him".
Edna's story was sadly very bland. Married at 22, three kids who now only saw her once in a blue moon, and a dead husband.
"He on reflection was not inspiring or attentive to my needs when young and I am ashamed to say, that I was unfaithful a couple of times but could never find the right man who understood my needs, if you get my meaning, Stan. Virtually all of them, like my husband, would get on top, have their orgasm, and didn't care if I did or not. Then they would roll over and go to sleep. But somehow, I think you will be very different."
Not wanting to rush in to find out what her needs were, we both settled down for a quiet nap.
My imagination was running riot so when we stopped for a break, I ensured we sat together away from the crowd to continue getting to know each other better.
As it was a nice day, we sat drinking our coffees. Edna was squirming in her seat and I noticed that each time she did so she was slowly pulling up her skirt which was now mid-thigh showing her stocking tops.
Turning to face me she said "Stan, your comments about me and now knowing your preference for old ladies, have released something in me that I don't understand. It's been 15 years since anyone has shown the slightest interest in me and I am liking it very much. Can I kiss you?"
I nodded and placed her full lips on mine I received a lovely simple chaste kiss. I responded very enthusiastically and soon our tongues were exchanging lots of spit. Very gently and over her dress, I put my hand on her thigh and started gently stroking. Then, with an eagerness, I was not expecting, she slowly opened her legs allowing me to stroke her cunt through very loose knickers.
Pulling back, Edna was very flushed and apologetic saying she didn't know what came over her and she had never done anything like that before. I replied that I did -- she was randy. Our fumbling was over in less than a minute but I knew from then on, that we were going to have a horny two days.
Back on the coach, Edna was very happy for me to put my coat over our legs to allow us to explore each other in private. She had the most wonderful fat sloppy hairy cunt and with her legs wide open let me explore it to my heart's content. And she wasted no time in massaging my dick the way I like it done. Playing with her clit, she must have had at least two very quiet orgasms, and finally, I came too.
At dinner at the hotel, I was still none the wiser as to what her 'needs' were, so was determined to find out.
After about half an hour she was still silent on the topic of her 'needs' so I said: "Ada, almost all older ladies I have had the pleasure to experience are sexually repressed by something or other and find it hard to admit to what they want."
"Well Stan if I tell you, you won't laugh will you, promise me."
"Scouts honour Edna."
"Well, when I was a young girl, maybe 15, I used to get a tingle when I wiped my bum. It got to the point that I would deliberately stick my finger up there and masturbate my, vagina or cunt as I prefer to say."
She added, "another thing was that after giving birth, my bladder muscles weakened. Like lots of old ladies, it can be difficult but I got turned on by peeing. In private, well, I love to pee in the garden, and sometimes I wear a long skirt when out and deliberately pee".
"Finally, I desire to flash my body, although not very much these days due to my age. But when we were having coffee, I could not resist the urge to show my stocking tops to you -- which had the desired effect."
