Some of my stories inspire readers to recount their own experiences with old women. John from Australia wrote me with details of an ongoing debauchery of an old woman he met at a party. It's quite remarkable and the details are true. Here's how it all started. Let me know if you like it and I'll tell you the rest of the story β atkins
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Elsie pointed to the elderly woman sipping a drink by the fence and nodded at me, then smiled.
"That's her," she said. "That Vera."
It was late afternoon and already growing a little dark so I had to squint to get a good look at Vera. She was not what I would have expected, based on Elsie's earlier explanations.
"You wouldn't believe it to look at her," Elsie had told me a few days earlier after a number of double scotches. She was still hoping I would fuck her again but that relationship was over. She was mid-40ish, like me. Not bad looking, but she was a gossip. "Vera is to the manor born. Rich husband. Dead over 20 years now."
"How old is she?" I had asked.
"I guess she must be about 80 now. Maybe even older. She doesn't look it, though. She takes pretty good care of herself, or at least of her hair. She's getting a bit paunchy and doesn't eat right. I think she had hip replacement a few years back and she doesn't drive anymore. Nice hands and not unattractive, really."
"For an 80-year old woman, you mean," I had interrupted.
"I guess. Here's the thing," Elsie had continued. "She told me this once after she had come over to console me when you dumped me the last time."
"Sorry," I had said (I wasn't). "Go on."
"She told me she masturbates 3 or 4 times a day. Amazing! She told me she pretends she's being used and wishes it could happen in real life. Honest to god, that's what she said." Elsie had paused in relating the story. "Naturally I thought of you..."
And that's why I was here now, at this party. Elsie, being the wicked bitch she is, put this party together so I could "hook up" (her term) with Vera. I had to admit I was intrigued if not turned on.
I looked over at Vera like I was sizing up a side of beef. She was a bit taller than average and moved with a certain grace even though it was clear she was hobbled a bit, probably from the hip replacement or some other affliction of the old. She looked a little bored and seemed perfectly content to nurse the drink. Nice hair and slender fingers. Her legs were a little thick for my tastes but she had a real waist sandwiched between a generous ass and plump little belly. She wore a plain green and white skirt just over her knees and a blouse that seemed rather modest for her purported predilections.
A little bit about me . . . I'm mid 40s and while I'm no athlete, I work out a few times a week and have managed to keep my own little paunch under control. Women tell me I have a nice smile but I'm no matinee idol. One young 18-year old I was banging over a weekend told me I have more stamina than any high school boy and, based on her expertise, she probably knew a lot of them.
I was feeling a little light headed myself. Dark and dirties β you may know them as rum and cokes β are my drink of choice and I had kicked back a few already. I grinned to myself. I was going to take a spin at old Vera and to hell with the consequences.
I looked back at Elsie and she was grinning evilly, enjoying this. What a bitch.
I moved close enough for her to see me but not so close as to engage in conversation. She remained off to the side of the garden but seemed a bit agitated and aware of my gaze.
I made no attempt to disguise my glances. Whether she was looking at me or not, I eyed her up and down and started to like the way she looked. God help me, I did.
Finally, Vera walked over to me. Her face looked a little red and she had the righteous anger of someone familiar with chastising her lesser.
"Why are you looking at me?" she asked. Vera had a pleasant, almost melodious voice. "I want you to stop it right now."
I smiled at her. In for a penny, in for a pound. It was time to go for broke. "I was admiring you," I said plainly. "I was thinking that you had an incredibly sensual body."
Vera seemed stunned and for the first time I noticed her tiny mouth, heavily painted in red lipstick.
"And," I said, "I was wondering what it would be like to see you naked."
This was the make or break moment. We've all been here. How is the lady going to react? Is she going to slap me, turn and walk away, scream "masher!" or smile? Vera, always surprising, did none of these things.
After a pause, she finally looked down and simply said, "Oh, this old body? I'm fat and . . ."