Her lovely arse was the first thing I saw as those swollen buttocks swivelled from side to side as she passed me to park herself at the adjacent table. Now I have a thing about old ladies who wear girdles and just the thought that she could be wearing one sent tingles to my groin and my imagination into overdrive.
She was smart and quite nice and so I smiled and she obligingly returned it. Nothing unusual there -- she was just being polite, wasn't she? As she turned round to speak to the waiter I noticed that her dress was shorter than the usually demure 'below the knee' revealing a pair of delicious legs encased in sheer stockings.
I was so transfixed and my imagination in overdrive I didn't see her looking at me looking at her. All of a sudden she leaned across saying "do you like what you see?"
"I'm sorry, was it that obvious?" I replied.
"Yes it was rather, but very flattering for a woman of my age....you see I recently celebrated my 60th birthday and it was so depressing.... a woman like me enjoys showing off and being appreciated...and looking at your nice hard cock it's been such a long time since I had that effect on any man. I can see that you like what you have seen so far. But tell me, what more do you like? Join me for lunch and you tell me."
She didn't need to ask twice, so I moved and sat opposite her, intrigued. "My name is Patricia and yours is?"
"Anthony, Tony for short."
"Tony, I am curious, what was it about me that caught your attention and may I say, made your cock spring to life?"
I could feel the pre cum oozing out already. This was like all my Christmases had come at once. She was enjoying the attention as much as I was giving it so, what did I have to lose?
"Well, Patricia, if you don't think me rude, my excitement was based on hoping that you wear a girdle and that just turns me on ...plus a few other things." "Well, it's your lucky day," she said. "Now let's see what other little fantasies we can share ...my turn now."
Tony, when I was a young girl and getting to understand my desires and shall we say interests, I found out that I got really 'turned on' when I felt an urgent need to urinate. I found this strange as not any of my friends experienced that and so I believed I was weird. Who gets turned on by wanting a pee?" She blushed and I could see that she was embarrassed but honest. "Well, it's no different to getting turned on by a woman who wears open crotch girdles ....with no knickers." Then a great idea hit me. We could fulfil each other's desires.
What came into my mind that instant was kinky...but very possible. You see like many men of 50-plus years I need a lot of stimulation to get a really good boner. But I can hold a great 'piss proud' erection for hours. Patricia wears a girdle, likes to be admired, and has great orgasms when she wants to piss. So, let's put the two together!
"Patricia, when was the last time you fulfilled your real desires? I ask because I would like you to consider my strange request that will, I believe, give us a lot of pleasure." No sooner than I said that, her eyes lit up.
"Go on," she said, adding " as I said earlier sharing fantasies is a real turn-on...and at 60 I have not been turned on for a long time".
"Well, it's just a thought but here goes...close your eyes and imagine this."
"First, here I am with a cum oozing out of my cock at the thought of you showing me your extremely hairy cunt ( I'm hoping you don't shave. if you do all bets are off, I am afraid) under your girdle. Whilst you're enjoying giving me a good show, we're enjoying some long slow drinks, and all the time your urge to piss is getting more urgent."
"Stop! She said. What are you doing to me Tony....and where have you been all my life? Come, let's go...we are going to enjoy ourselves."
And with that, we paid the bill and went home to my place.
Opening the door, I thought is this fantasy going to fly or thud down to earth with a sickening thud and we are both going to be disappointed? Having settled Patricia in the living room I thought it best to see where and how far we both wanted to go.
"Tony", she said, almost reading my mind, "maybe we got carried away in the restaurant. I like you a lot but do you think we can do this or will it be a big disappointment?"
"Well, I think that's up to us but we must be honest and open, so to speak, with each other. Now tell me, Patricia, exactly what happens when you want to pee?"
"I don't know exactly, she replied, hesitantly. When my bladder gets full, I get really hot down there, and -- this is hard -- my clitoris gets bigger and my vagina gets so wet the pubic hairs get flooded which is a good thing as I don't like wearing underwear. Otherwise, it would be running down my legs. You don't know what a problem it is. When I let my bladder get too full I get horny and with no man, my fingers are a poor substitute. So I control myself."
Turning the tables, she said "Now it's your turn, to be honest. What is it about girdles that turn you on? Well, it goes back to when I was visiting a friend of my mother's. She was about 50 at the time and bit on the voluptuous side and seeing her always made me feel 'funny'...what I later recognized as "horny". Well, one day, she called out "can you pass me some new toilet rolls, Tony?"
"Not thinking she meant to pass them through the toilet door, I just barged in and her on the toilet. Skirt around her waist, legs akimbo, and her open crotch girdle revealing my first hairy cunt".
And do you know she was not the least bit embarrassed? Looking back, I think she knew I had the hots for her and she did it deliberately. I think she enjoyed seeing my hard-on as I handed over the toilet roll."
