The following is about a very sexy, dominant older woman sexually controlling a reluctant, submissive19-year-old man. It has scenes of forced cunnilingus, analingus, enforced cum eating and panty worship.
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Nicole noticed him right away, of course. Observation was at the core of what she did for many years.
Nicole Barrows was retired from running a security company, had been for a few years now, enjoying the life of a divorced, 69-year-old woman blessed with the money to do so. Which meant hiring the best personal trainers to work her amazingly well-preserved body into the shape that seemed to be hypnotizing the young man.
She'd come to her local grocery store, an upscale place where young yoga moms would shop and the price was beyond reasonable, charging too much for high-end goods. But Nicole loved shopping there, it suited her high-end life.
Her notice of him came quickly, as she strolled down one aisle and then the next, a basket hanging from her arm. It was a warm day, and she was fresh from tennis, still sporting her tennis whites of short skirt that revealed her firm, muscular and very shapely legs, tanned from the sun, long, sweeping thighs with only the slightest of sagging flesh, calves diamond-shaped and rippling above her short white socks and sneakers.
Her legs were, she knew, her best asset. And the young man following her, a goofy-looking sort of she would guess to be no more than 19, perhaps 18. He was tall and lanky and wearing glasses - and had a spy camera attached to one toe of his dorky sandals.
She knew spy cams, they were part and parcel of her former trade. And now, she smiled to herself knowing what great lengths this young man was going to to get shots of her crotch.
She knew about the world of upskirt photography; it had made the news in her little town recently when one older, perverted man with a record, had been caught doing what this young man was doing now. Police were called, he was arrested, the case made very public and leading to a new town law that forbade such things, punishable by fine and possible imprisonment, not to mention humiliation.
She stood by the pasta shelves, pretending to reach high up for a particularly brand, stretching to her full 5-8 height. Her long silvery hair was tucked into a youthful ponytail under her white cap. She noticed him sidling up to her, pretending to look awkwardly extending the foot with the camera on it to get shots up the length of her muscular legs, into her crotch covered by a tiny white cotton thong panty.
Smiling to herself, she moved over to the chicken cooler, bending to look inside, feeling her little skirt ride up the backs of her taut hamstrings, giving the young man a show and unfettered access to take photos or videos, whatever he was doing. She sensed him behind her now, looking over her back, or pretending to. She looked down between her slightly spread feet and saw his, the one with the camera.
She continued the ruse of pretention, walking slowly to various areas of the store, allowing the goofy lad to follow, film, continue his surreptitious taping. She couldn't help thinking this sort of person would have never made a good employee, he was far too obvious.
She could have confronted him any time, of course, busted him, alerted store officials to call the police, or just chided him, making him erase the evidence in his camera, and send him on his way, chastened.
But she had a far tastier lesson in mind, smiling to herself thinking about it as she made her way to the check-out line with, of course, the young man coming behind her, that foot extended as she stood to wait her turn.
The faintest of moans escaped his lips as she purposely stood on spread feet, then boldly reaching behind her to scratch the back of one thigh, lifting the short white skirt to do it. The entirety of her left thigh came into view and she flexed it, feeling the muscular hamstring tighten and flex and a moan come from behind her.
"Sorry, what?" she said, turning around to smile at the nervous young man in the ill-fitting glasses that her pushed up his nose. "Did you say something to me?"
"Uh, no, no, just clearing..my throat," he said, faking a cough that he covered with his hand.
She looked down sidelong at his feet as she pushed her few purchases onto the conveyor belt.
"Those are rather interesting looking sandals," she smiled. "Is that what you young people are wearing these days? My grandchildren, they're about your age, which is..."
She waited for the answer. He stammered, "Uh, 19...well, in a couple of months."
"Yes, 19, about their age," she laughed. "Young people and their clothing, I just don't know. Me, I just prefer sneakers on hot days like this, like these beat-up tennis shoes. They're nasty, you know, old and sweaty and not very pleasant smelling, I really need to get a new pair."
He smiled weakly, now tucking the camera-carrying foot behind the other, not wanting to arouse suspicion. He'd carefully masked it to blend into the leather of the sandal, of course; this wasn't the first time he'd done it, taking great pains to ensure his secrecy and in the past year or so, had scored an amazing amount of footage to later pleasure himself to in the bedroom of his parents' home.
"I would imagine those sandals aren't very comfortable for walking," she said, looking down at his feet, making him more nervous than ever.
"Uh, they're OK...I don't live far, a couple blocks," he said, his voice gone squeaky, his throat dry as he looked down with her, his eyes gazing at her amazing old legs.
He loved old legs. Most of his stolen footage was of the upskirt variety of women like this, 50s, 60s and sometimes 70s, well-built older women, grannies, with incredible legs. And never had he seen legs like this woman's. This would be the crown jewel in his sordid package of private videos.
She made her purchases, paid the gruff clerk, and walked out, bidding the nervous young man goodbye. And she waited, in her car, watching. Sure enough, he came out moments later with a bag in hand and walked through the lot to the street, toward home, she suspected.
She waited until he'd gotten almost to the street before she pulled up next to him, rolling down the window of her Lexus SUV, black, with tinted windows. He looked surprised and anxious when he saw her.
"Did you get some good shots, young man?" she said pointedly.
"What?" he said, quite nervous now. "Shots...what...shots?"
She laughed a dark laugh, the corners of her mouth and eyes flexing into gentle, sexy wrinkles as she did.
"Son, I wasn't born yesterday," she said with a sigh. "I know what you were doing. Your sandal with the camera? Clumsy at best. I'm amazed you haven't been caught already."
"I..I...I..." he stammered.
"Name," she said, the smile melting into a stern look.
