This is an old story lodged far back in my memories, like that small page three poster stuck inside your locker full of memories where the past is mostly all filed away and neatly stored, except that poster showing a young girl sat in the front seat of a car with her legs spread. They're my legs, and my pussy is soaked through.
I snap my thoughts back to the present, I'm sat at my with my legs neatly crossed under my office desk my patent black high heels and sheer tights hidden from my manager who is sat across from me. I'm writing an internal company communication to be circulated amongst our office of a couple of hundred, updating our employees with dumbed-down memos from our recent nationwide board meeting and all the juicy bits of company corporate gossip edited out. As I copy out type into an email template my mind is drifting back to smut and filthy thoughts to keep me entertained during my mundane working day.
My mind's eye focuses on my wet pussy those years ago, soaked through from the moment I stepped into his rusty old car. It was a traditional porn film scenario that I had looked to recreate. Young lady and the Senior. Grandpa and the 21 year old. I had rubbed my tight young pussy so many times to pornographic images flashing on my computer screen of a man's saggy old balls slapping against a beautiful teen's ass that I had to make it happen for real. The thought of being taken by a man so much older than me, so that I could be his little play thing made my pussy lips slick with juice. So I arranged to see my fantasy into reality.
After some email correspondence I approached the bench to meet this elderly stranger at the allotted meeting time. He looked older in the flesh. I was wearing long stockings above my knee as he had requested it, and a short skirt with a low cut top exposing the top of my large breasts. He wore glasses, and had deep furrows in his brow and around both his eyes and mouth. He had his shirt tucked into his trousers over his paunchy beer belly. As I drew into his personal space I embraced him with a hug, as if we looked to be old friends to strangers, or perhaps god father and god daughter, or uncle and niece. I pressed my slim body against him, my chest pushed into his body.
He kissed me with his rough lips on the side of my cheek and said, "Shall we head to my car for a ride?"
"I think that would be best," I admitted, looking around at the people in the street nervously as if they too could feel this old man's sexual heat as he emitted towards me. No-one looked in the slightest bit interested in us though as I stepped into his car.
The car doors shut and the central locking system was activated. His eyes shifted to me lustfully, "Wow, you have an amazing body in the flesh. Thank you for coming to meet me. You know, I am 67, if that's OK with you?" and he grinned sheepishly.
"Mmm..." I nodded rather stunned at the notion of having to make small talk. Mostly in my fantasies there wasn't excessive chat, I wasn't sure what to say as I responded, "Well, I have a bit of a thing, you know, a fetish, you could say - for older men. Preferably men who are 60 years plus, so you fit into that category nicely." I was falling into the act now, so I intentionally licked my lips in a seductive manor.
"Shall we drive so we can get somewhere quieter and explore each other?" He asked, his hand tentatively hovering in the air between the gear stick and my thigh, then as he turned his key in the ignition it was as if it sparked some daring in him also, and his hand suddenly slid down onto the top of my thigh where the stockings ended. He slid his fingers up my thigh towards my shaven pussy, then away to move the car into gear.
The car pulled away into some of the quieter streets of town, and I looked across at him. He looked excited, and a little nervous too I thought from the way his hand was shaking a little on the steering wheel. I couldn't think of any conversation to launch into with him, so instead I started stroking his legs and across the crotch of his trousers with the tips of my fingers. Feeling my way over his groin and finding what appeared to be an already stiff 6 or 7 inch long cock under the fabric.
The fastening for his flies was Velcro. The advert, 'Easy access pants for the elderly, with Velcro you can just whip yours out to pee without those fiddly buttons!' flashed in my mind.
"I should warn you, I don't wear underwear." He said to me as my hand was pulling apart his flies. "Don't be too shocked, I just find it more comfortable." He tried to explain to me.
I was thinking his lack of underwear was probably more planned out for my own easy access than a regular habit. My hand was already on his smallish sausage shaped cock, and roaming toward his balls full of his spunk. Everything seemed fully functional down below, thankfully. My slim fingers wrapped around his cock and I slowly tossed him off as he drove, sat forwards looking out my seat as if nothing was happening as we drove through the suburban roads.
"Urrh yeah!" He uttered a deep guttural moan as we waited at the last set of traffic lights at the edge of town. I had lubricated his cock with my spit and my fingers were playing nimbly with his balls and pumping a steady rhythm on his shaft.
As he put his foot on the accelerator to pull away from the lights onto the start of the country roads I felt I could hold myself back no more. I bent forwards and moved my face towards his erection. I looked up at him in the eyes and said, "Be sure you can drive safe while I suck your cock, let me know if I need to stop."
