This true story was written for mature women by a mature woman. I am willing to bet that there are many women out there just like me who are over 60 years old, divorced, widowed or single by choice that just don't think that they are sexually desirable any longer. I am here to tell you that is a lot of hooey. I know this because until my 62nd birthday I felt the same way.
My husband of 40 years died of a massive heart attack when I was 58. I spent the entire next year angry at the world and the following year feeling sorry for myself. The third year I began to heal and started getting on with the rest of my life, which brings me to the beginning of my story.
At the ripe old age of 61 I started going to the gym and lost 35 pounds, had highlights put in my hair, went to a vascular surgeon and got rid of my varicose veins. I was about to have my 62nd birthday and I wanted to feel good about ME! Oh, now don't get me wrong I was still no beauty queen, I had a few more pounds to lose and I definitely had my share of wrinkles, but I was feeling better about myself than I had in years.
Then it happened. I was sitting outside on the patio of this quaint little bistro waiting for an old girlfriend to meet me for lunch when I noticed a young man in his 20's trying to look up my dress. At first I was flattered that anyone his age would be interested in a woman my age and then reality hit. He wasn't interested in me; he was interested seeing my panties or maybe even my vagina. I didn't realize it at the time but that was the day I became an exhibitionist.
On the way home I kept thinking about that young man. What would he have done if he had seen my vagina? Would he have gone to the nearest restroom and masturbated? Then all I could do was imagine him sitting or laying somewhere masturbating until he had a climax. It all became so erotic, my panties were soaked and I could hardly wait to get home to masturbate. I pulled into the garage closed the door and sat there in my car and masturbated myself to a quick but much needed orgasm. That was so unlike me, I had never even considered myself a sexual person. In fact my husband was always the one to suggest having sex. It wasn't that I didn't like sex, I loved it, I just wasn't very creative. But as I was to learn, we all have a creative side.
The next few days my thoughts of the young man ran wild. I imagined him looking; trying to get a glimpse of my now neatly trimmed vagina. In my fantasy I saw him lick his parched lips and as I slowly parted my thighs he started to rub his bulging crotch.
I couldn't get the vision to go away, each time my little fantasy would go a little farther until my fantasy became a plan. I decided to return to the same little bistro wearing a beautiful new sundress, only this time I would not wear panties and I would make sure some young man got a good look at my newly dyed pubic hair. I desperately wanted to see the look on his face when he got that first good look at my womanhood. My plan didn't go much beyond that. However, I knew this would give me fodder for many masturbation fantasies.
The following day I arrived at the bistro promptly at 11:45 am, just in time for the lunch crowd. My hair was dyed chestnut brown with golden highlights, I was wearing my new pale yellow backless sundress, no bra (which was no big deal for a 34-a cup) or panties and I hid my eyes behind dark sunglasses. I was scared to death and my heart was pounding. I had never done anything so brazen in my entire boring life. I didn't have to wait long before a nice looking man in his early 30's sat across from me. As soon as I saw him look my way, I crossed my legs just as I had practiced at home in the mirror. Sure enough, I caught his eye. His glance went from my bare legs to my face and back again to my legs. I slowly uncrossed my legs and gave him the Sharon Stone view of my vagina. I actually got a little tickled when he tried to be so casual as not to appear obvious. The more he looked the more excited I became; I felt a light orgasmic rush in my loins as my vagina began to secrete more pre-orgasmic fluids. I would never have believed that I would get such a rush from doing something so nasty. Darn, this was so exciting.
A few minutes later I was home masturbating, as I imagined him doing the same thing. It was such a turn on to realize that a woman my age could get a handsome young man to try that hard to see her vagina. I masturbated to two orgasms that day.
As with anything new the new hobby was starting to occupy more and more of my time. I would find myself in my closet trying on different dresses and skirts to determine which would be the easiest to work with and I even started shopping for clothes that would best fit my purpose. I was consumed by thoughts of men, young and old catching a glimpse of what they all wanted to see. In a sense I felt like I was giving them a very special and rare experience, but watching their reaction when they finally saw my vagina was equally rewarding for me. It is difficult to explain to any woman that has never experienced the feeling it gives you when you share something that unique with another person, both emotionally and physically. To this day it is still the most erotic thing I have ever done.
One day I had been trying on dresses at the mall and decided to grab a quick lunch in the food court. After eating my lunch I was relaxing enjoying a cup of Starbucks coffee when I noticed a teenage boy at the next table not 10 feet away. He was a cute Hispanic boy maybe 16 or so eating some ice cream. I quickly looked around to see if anyone would notice, just incase I decided to give him a peak. The coast was clear, so I uncrossed my legs and spread them just enough to give him a good look as I bent to one side to pick up my purse.
I had my dark sunglasses on, now a standard for me, so that when I sat back up he couldn't see me watching him. I could tell by the look on his face that he got a very good look. I smiled to myself as I thought; damn I am getting really good at this. I continued to cross and uncross my legs, each time giving him better visual access to my vagina. His ice cream was gone but he was staying for the show, just sitting there trying to be cool and casual, but he was virtually staring right at my vagina. I took one last look around and feeling that no one was looking, I opened my legs very wide and ran my right hand half way up the inside of my thigh.
That was apparently too much for the young man as he quickly put a hand over his bulging penis and just held it there. I could tell by the look on his face that he had had an orgasm. At that point I gathered my packages and headed home.
I still remember the feeling of pride and accomplishment in the fact that I had just caused a teenage boy to cum in his pants. Here I was 62 years old and I could still get someone that excited, god I felt great!
I was so worked up and amazed at how bold I had become that I went immediately to my bedroom lifted my dress and plunged two fingers in to my needy vagina. I was so wet that they slipped right in; I removed them quickly and sucked the sweet juices from my fingers as I began masturbating with my other hand. Within moments I could feel my clit throbbing as an enormous orgasm was building from deep within me. I imagined seeing that young Hispanic cock spurt cum all over me as I masturbated to an exhausting orgasm.
Later that evening I began to reflect on my actions of the past couple of weeks. I came to the conclusion that I had been substituting exhibitionism for foreplay and although it was exciting and extremely erotic, it wasn't sex. I wanted something more, I wanted physical contact, touching, kissing and penetration.
The next day I was having my morning coffee and watching the Today Show when a local advertisement came on for Sears air conditioning vent cleaning service. It said, "Free Estimates with in home consultation." Hummmmm, my late husband Dan, had always thought it would be a good idea to have that done. I called and set up an appointment for the following day for 9 am.
I woke early and dressed appropriately for my new hobby, blouse, skirt and no panties. The doorbell rang promptly at 9 am and I opened the door to find a rather short heavyset young man in his mid 20's. I was a little disappointed but "Life Is Like a Box of Chocolates," right? After about a 45 minute inspection he asked if he could speak with me about his findings. I strategically sat him in a den chair directly across from me. I wanted for him to see everything I had to offer.
My heart was pounding and I was so wet that occasionally I could feel a tiny drop of my juice escape my vagina. I had no idea where this was heading or how far I would let it go. Once seated he began the process of explaining how the program worked and what all was involved. I saw his lips moving but my heart was pounding so loud that I couldn't hear a word he was saying. I finally decided to go for it; I parted my thighs and then crossed my legs all in one smooth, well rehearsed move. I saw his eyes go directly to my vagina. He handled it well and only glanced one more time at my legs. After he finished his presentation I asked him if I could get him something to drink, coffee or soda. He licked his lips and said that coffee would be nice, sugar only.
