NOTE: The following story involves sex between a 70-year-old woman and 20-year-old man. It contains scenes of slight female domination, enforced cunnilingus and analingus, snowballing and cream pies. Enjoy.
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Todd was smitten the second he walked into the convenience store he'd stopped at on his way to the beach.
She was beautiful, this alluring older woman with dark hair and streaks of sexy gray pulled into a ponytail, wearing a short shift of floral design exposing her magnificent legs.
Todd was a leg man already. At 20, he had a thing for great legs, great legs on older woman and this tall, sinewy beauty more than fit his bill. She was in her 60s, he thought, maybe 70, and he couldn't help think that she would a score of dick-hardening magnitude.
The woman stood at the counter, waiting to buy cigarettes, Todd behind her pretending to text but secretly taking a quick video of this woman's sexy lower body. Her feet, gnarled and thick with sexy veins and boasting long, bony red-painted toes, were exquisite. As she shifted from foot to foot, the muscles, thick and pronounced, pushed tight against the freckled, tanned and slightly saggy flesh of her gorgeous calves. A thick tendon ran from her lower thigh through the captivating patchwork of delicately wrinkled flesh behind her knees.
His dick was about to burst in his bathing suit, he feared, especially as she leaned on tiptoes over the counter now, helpfully pointing out her brand of cigarettes to the disinterested clerk. Her calves bunched up solid and sweet under that freckled, dark skin, rolling beneath the flesh. He filmed on as she completed her purchase, turning to smile at him as she walked away.
Her face was gorgeous, with puckered mouth and crow's feet around her bright blue eyes. He caught a quick glimpse of her neck, wrinkled to be sure, but deliciously so, folds of meaty, lickable flesh on her throat and plunging into the sexy cleavage below where he spied a swimsuit beneath her shift.
The beach, he thought. She's going to the beach. The only beach in the area. A members-only beach that his family belonged to. The same one he was about to go to. He watched her walk away, those supple calves flexing in the sun in the parking lot.
"Hello? Can I help you?"
The clerk was speaking in glum monotone, and Todd's head snapped around to look at him, slapping the pack of gum he held down and peeling a couple of bucks from his wallet. He hurried outside to see the leggy granny pile into her BMW and speed off. He quickly gave chase, his dick throbbing in his pants as with one hand he played the video he'd just recorded, groaning at the sight of those incredible old legs on the small screen of his smart phone.
Twenty minutes later, they both pulled into the small lot by the beach, Todd keeping a good distance behind her. He pulled over, waiting, watching her get out, gather her chair and beach bag and walk over the small sand dune to the beach. He drove his car over to park next to hers. It was a slow day, the early summer sun not quite warm enough to draw the throngs it would later.
He nervously gathered his gear, walking over the dune. She was far down to the right, far away from the few people down the other end who were near the members' clubhouse and its small café, seating area and shuffleboard courts. Casually, he walked toward her, happy she was facing away, allowing him to remain unnoticed.
He set up his chair and blanket about 30 yards from her, and broke out his cell phone. It was a great phone, one of the best, and had a very clear zoom feature which he used to draw her close. Her chair was facing the sun, her back to him, but those long, perfectly muscular old legs extending to the side. She smoked a cigarette, great gray plumes of wispy smoke pushing from her sexy, wrinkled lips.
He filmed at length, zooming as close as he could, groaning at the sight of her stately gams on the screen, so long, strong, supple, well formed, shapely and hard. Like he was now, his dick stiff as a board in his trunks.
He filmed on and off, returning to it as she moved. And then she stood, stretching in her rather skimpy blue one-piece suit, cut high on the sides. If her calves were captivating, so were her thighs, Todd thought, casually filming the beautiful older woman stretch and bend, the furrows of her hamstring muscles on the backs of her thighs erupting into view. He would cum soon at this rate he thought. She waltzed to the water.
She darted in, swimming for a good 20 minutes, testimony to the fantastic shape she seemed to keep herself in. As she emerged, the vision made Todd moan out loud. Her well-preserved body was slick, dripping wet, accentuating every tensed muscle in those legs, her shoulders, her arms. He filmed, dropping the camera to his lap as she walked to her chair, her eyes looking his way.
He slipped from his chair to lay on his towel on his back, relaxed, holding the camera up before him to check the masturbatory footage he'd captured. He was always surreptitiously filming GILFS, and this was easily the best material he'd gotten so far. He couldn't wait to get home and jerk off to it.
He was hypnotized by the footage, oblivious to all else, not hearing sand-muted footfalls approaching. Something was blocking the ocean waves now, and he realized someone next to him. He dropped the phone to his chest and blinked into the sun, and the figure silhouetted by it.
It was the woman in his footage. He sat up nervously, stammering.
"Uh...hi?" he said cautiously.
"Did you get some good shots young man?" she asked crisply, hands over her ample chest, the bosom pushed up into that thick sexy wrinkly cleavage.
Todd froze. He looked straight ahead as she stood to his left. Peripherally, he saw those legs just a foot or so away, tensed as she stood, striated muscles in her calves and thighs flexing as she moved ever so slightly. Her feet looked amazing as he looked down and toward them, long toes painted bright red, alluring and coated with sand.
"Uh...sorry?" he said in a very nervous tone.
"Young man," she said in a school teacher tone, "I haven't lived this long, all my 70 years, without honing my observational skills."
He nearly came in his trunks, his cock stiffer than ever. 70. A magic number. 70. Sexy 70. Drop-dead gorgeous 70. Standing next to him. He'd had sex with horny grannies in their 60s before, but 70 was a new milestone.
But as she stood in seeming anger beside him, he knew bedding this beauty was a long shot. He feared he'd have to be content with looking at his phone and jerking off, imagining what actual sex with her would be like.
"Ma'am, I don't know..." He started to say.
"It's ok, boy, it really is," she said in a much softer tone, and with a slight laugh. "I'm flattered. I'm a widow, you know, and rarely date, so to be...appreciated by a man, even a young one like you, maybe especially a young one like you...well, it's nice."
He looked at her, awash in her charm, captivated by her beauty and confidence.
"Look, I know you were behind me in that store, and came here...are you a member by the way?" she asked. "I am, and I'm also on the board of directors and we're pretty strict about people coming to our beach..."
