Elsie Matz was a generous woman who was always willing to do anything for people, and since the widowed retired librarian suddenly had a lot of time on her hands this summer, she found herself being called on quite a bit.
When a lady from her church called on Elsie for a favor though, Mrs. Matz found herself hesitating for one of the few times in her life. It wasn't what she was being asked that gave her pause - taking the woman's son to a nearby college campus to pick up some books he would need the next week - because Elsie liked driving, and he wasn't because of the cost of gas or anything either.
The problem was that the last time she had done something similar, taking a young man somewhere as a favor, it hadn't worked out like she had planned. Elsie still couldn't believe what had happened, shocked at both the brazen attitude of the young man who had seemed so nice and at her willingness to be used as she had been.
Elsie ended up going to church every day for a week after that sordid event, trying to cleanse her sins and her mind and finally chalking it up to just a senior moment. A misstep in an otherwise commendable 64 years on the earth is how she looked at it, but then Mrs. Cardell called.
"I would take him, but with me being a single mother and trying to work full-time and all," Betsy Cardell had explained. "I'll gladly give you the money for gas. It's just that it would take Chip a couple of bus transfers and 2 hours to make that little trip, and he's so scatterbrained that he would probably get lost."
"I would be glad to," Elsie Matz had finally said, and that's how she ended up in her Toyota picking up Chip Cardell at his house down the block on that sunny Tuesday morning.
Unlike that other boy, Chip was very polite and clean cut looking, with long blonde hair and a goofy smile, and after she picked him up for the 40 minute ride Elsie's fears were easing as
she left their neighborhood and headed for the campus.
The ride to the campus was very pleasant, and after she dropped the boy off and waited for Chip to come back to the car with his books, Elsie shook her head at her earlier fears.
Then Chip Cardell came back to the car with the books.
***
"Everything go well?" Elsie asked cheerfully when Chip came back to the car.
"Expensive as hell," Chip complained, and although she winced at the boy's language she empathized with the cost of an education these days.
"That's a nice blouse you have on Mrs. Matz," Chip had said as he turned in the seat to face her.
"This? Oh - thank you," Elsie replied, flattered that her gaily colored sleeveless top still looked good. "Just something I like to wear in the warm weather."
"It's sexy," Chip said as he looked at her nicely toned arms as she gripped the wheel. "Boy, you sure do have a lot of freckles."
"That's for sure," Elsie chirped about the galaxy of freckles that covered her arms and shoulders and were more evident in the summer.
"Bet you even have freckles under your arms," Chip suggested.
"Me? Oh no. I'm afraid that's about the only place they aren't," Elise clucked, raising her arm briefly under Chip's observant watch.
"Oh," Chip replied as he looked at the smooth pale hollow of the former librarian's armpit. "You shaved."
"Pardon?" Elsie responded, the wheel weaving a bit at Chip's comment.
"You shaved your armpits," Chip repeated. "Jack Overton. He told me that when he fucked you last month you had hair under your arms. More than he did."
"He - you know him?" Elsie mumbled, her driving getting erratic as her heart raced, and she began to have a panic attack as she thought back to that day last year, not having bothered to shave for a while because there was no one around to look anymore.
"Yeah, he told me all about you two," Chip chuckled. "He wasn't putting you down or anything. He said you were damn sexy for an old lady, and he told me that you were definitely a real redhead and had a big bush too."
"You don't understand. That was just a mistake."
"He said once you loosened up you were like an animal. You had to have it."
"What do you think I am?" Elsie asked with as much indignation as she could muster up.
"I know what you are Mrs. Matz. You're a widowed lady who got used to being fucked a lot over the years and you miss it," Chip declared as he lifted his butt up from the seat long enough to yank his shorts and underwear down.
"What are you doing?" Elsie cried out as she swerved over to the shoulder.
"Not bad for a little shit like me, huh Mrs. Matz?" Chip crowed as he wiggled his semi-erect member at the shocked woman. "I know I'm bigger than Jack Overton, right?"
"Pull your shorts back up right now!" Elsie commanded, her voice quivering as she tried not to look at the long slender organ the boy was flaunting.
"You don't want me to do that Mrs. Matz," Chip replied confidently, peeling his foreskin down to expose the pale conical head of his now erect manhood. "We both know what you want."
"I don't..."
"Look how big I am. Go ahead, touch it."
"No."
"Here. I'll help you," Chip said as he took her freckled hand and put it on his penis, squeezing her fingers around it and moving it slowly up and down. "Feel how hard I am over you? Think about this stiff seven and a half inches in your mouth - your pussy - maybe even your ass."
"I can't..."
"Don't cry Mrs. Matz. It's okay. Just take me to the place you took Jack Overton that day," Chip told her as she used the back of her hand to dry the tear she shed. "I mean, after we get back home I'm going to call Jack up and tell him I did you whether we do or not, so why not just do what we both know you want to do.
"I can't," Elsie Matz repeated as her suddenly erratic driving had her rolling on the rumble strip on the shoulder and then back onto the road when he touched her.
"Nice legs," Chip said as he slid his hand up Elsie's bare thigh, the light down soft on his palm as he inched the skirt up. "You wearing panties? Too bad. Never fucked a woman with a hairy pussy before. Most of these girls these days wax or trim it, but I like a nice big bush. Hope you didn't shave that like you did your pits."
"No," Elsie sobbed.
"Are you wet yet?"
"No," Elsie lied.
"Jack Overton said that most old ladies are dry but your cunt was sloppy wet," Chip told her.
"This is how young people get their jollies these days?" Elsie snapped. "By taking advantage of lonely elderly ladies and then laughing about it afterwards?"
"We weren't laughing Mrs. Matz," Chip corrected as his hand went way up past the tanned lower half of her thigh and onto the pale area. "Jack said you were the best he ever had and he gets a lot of pussy too. We near this place you took him?"
"Yes," Elsie mumbled. "It was a place my hus... - we used to go and hike and picnic because it was so pretty and secluded."
"Did you two fuck a lot up here?" Chip asked as the car wound up the hill.
"Must you be so vulgar?" Elsie asked. "I'm taking you where you ordered me to take you and you'll have your way with me. Isn't that enough?"
"Jack Overton said you had banana tits," the brash teen told Elsie as his hand came up and cupped her breasts through the fabric.
"I don't know what that means," Elsie said. "I'm trying to drive."
"He said that when he took your bra off these babies hang way down - he said he was surprised they were as big as they were," Chip commented as he kneaded the pliant flesh roughly, and when the can lurched he added, "Hey Mrs. Matz. Slow down. I know you want it but let's get there in one piece."
"I just want this to be over," Elsie mumbled.
"That's funny. That's what Jack Overton said you told him when you drove him up here," Chip replied. "Then you drained his nuts so bad they ached for a week."
"Here it is," Elsie announced as she swung the car into the cutout that led to her special place.
***
"This is pretty cool Mrs. Matz," Chip declared as he looked out at the view from the secluded perch Elsie brought them to, but as he pulled his shirt off he said. "There's another view I want to see even more though. Get those clothes off so I can see that bush of yours."
Elsie's wrinkled fingers fumbled with the buttons, so much so that Chip was naked by the time she finished with the row, the boy wearing only socks as he stood there with his long semi-turgid penis brazenly swaying there.
"You like my dick, don't you Mrs. Matz?" Chip kidded as he grabbed what he saw her looking at, wiggling it obscenely while promising, "Jack Overton said he stuck his in all three of your holes so I can't let him beat me."
Elsie lowered her shorts and stepped out of them, the senior's slender legs showing little evidence of their age, and then Elsie froze as she was uncertain what to take off next. Chip sensed her confusion and had a suggestion.
"It's all coming off anyway," Chip said of her well-worn bra and her matronly panties, the outline of the hair beneath the cotton undies making Chip suck in air through his teeth. "Why not the panties first?"
"Please don't make fun of me," Elsie pleaded as she brought the baggy drawers down from her pooch stomach and belly button, exposing a wide ragged triangle of hair that wasn't as thick as it once was but still stretched out beyond her delta.
"Sweet," Chip sighed as the senior stepped out of her panties. "Your bush sparkles in the sunlight."
Elsie looked down at the jungle of curls, and while the sparkling was because the red was mixed in with a little gray, it did twinkle a little.