WARNING: This story involves scenes of softer sex and does include anal. It is a May - December sexual encounter with NO hard core. If that is not what you are looking for don't read on. The sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by a matron and an adult over eighteen years old. Because Zach's partner is a senior the sex details have been softened with tenderness.
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From previous stories you might know that a bicycle accident left me in a coma from a brain concussion. When I awoke I discovered I had a mind control ability that worked only with woman. It made me an empath which allows me to touch females and leave them with a sense of euphoria or I can center my thoughts on specific sexual centers of their bodies or target specific thought centers to enhance feelings. I never use my powers to force females into doing bad things but I do tap into their deep needs and bring those feelings to the surface. This story is just one of those occasions.
Today I was on the bus coming back from a night shift as a temporary campus security guard for the college I was attending. The bus stopped and a much harried mature woman got on carrying a number of shopping bags. The only space left on the bus was directly across from me. She made her way to the area of the seat and was just overwhelmed trying to get all settled.
"Ma'am, may I please hold your bags," I asked her.
She seemed to quickly sum me up and smiled wearily and gently handed me her bags. She settled down and looked me over.
She was quite pretty once but the years had caught up with her. Her long red hair was sparked with gray and her green eyes were circled with age lines. Her smile was still bright and warmed her face. She still had an hour glass shape and her breasts were large balancing her wide hips.
The matron settled in so I passed her bags to her. She put out her hand to thank me and IT happened when I took her hand in mine. My special empath power passed from me and flowed up her arm and radiated throughout her body. I softened the aches and pains prevalent to the elderly and also put a little 'zip back in her step' as they say.
Her eyes got very dreamlike as she looked at me. Since we were now linked through the hand contact I felt the euphoria come over her body replacing all the exhaustion she had been feeling. Almost in a trance she began to unbutton the top of her almost see-through white blouse and took in a deep breath. I could see a light blue bra under her blouse and her nipples firmed through and her cheeks and cleavage took on a blush.
Quietly she said that in the old county we respected men in uniform of various services or vocations not like today. She must have said this because of my security uniform. Her English was influenced by her original foreign language maybe Slovak or Baltic.
I reached across the aisle and touched her sunskirt over her knee. I could feel the ache in her aging body from this morning's walking and shopping. . This time I sent a strong strengthening signal to the center of her thighs and arm muscles and she took a very deep breath and let out a long sigh.
"Thank you for your concern and tenderness. Your touch holds warmth and power that I can feel. Whatever you are doing for me you are making me feel very content," she said.
Again capturing my eyes and looking down she shifted her skirt showing me her strong thighs almost all the way up and when she was all settled she blushed. Under embarrassed lidded eyes she asked, "Would you be willing to help me home when I get to my stop? I will cook you a nice breakfast."
I didn't answer right away so the bus went on for some time. Finally she looked at me and kindly asked, "Here comes my bus stop - are you sure you can't help me get my packages home ok?"
I knew I had the time since my class was late in the afternoon and I was going in early to do some lab work. "Are you sure ma'am? I could be a secret serial killer or one that preys on the weak and lonely" I asked with a twinkle in my eye.
"We had stories in the old country in the small backward villages of a young man that took advantage of the lonely women in the forest. He would use them for his pleasure and leave behind an exhausted and heartbroken women. Are you that spirit young man? Will you ravish me and leave me brokenhearted? No? I think I can trust you to help an old woman like me to come to my home and be careful calling me ma'am. I'm not that old," she laughed. "I could be like your old mother," she laughed again.
When she reached up and pulled the buzzer her blouse stretched tight displaying her large matronly breasts. She followed my eyes and looked down and blushed again. As she handed me her bags she said, "My name is Katrina," and worked her way to the door of the bus.
We chatted as we walked for a bit and I told her my name and we came to a town house complex. She told me she lived alone on the second floor. As she used the steps in front of me there was a bit of a breeze and even with the billowy skirt she had on I could tell she had a nice ass but had some of that mature weight to round it out. When she reached the top step she turned on me and smiling asked in a flirty way if I was looking up her skirt and watching her behind. I said I was and that it was the nicest one I had seen today. She laughed deeply and snorted in disbelief and walked to her door.
We stopped at the doorway and remembering some of the old stories and folklores that I read I said, "You have to invite me in Katrina or I cannot cross the threshold."
She looked deep into my eyes like she had some of the old world power herself and took a deep breath as if in resignation. "Please come into my home Zach if you have the time," she said almost with a touch of need in her voice. I said, "Ok" and followed her in.
The apartment was nice, well kept and neat. She pointed for me to sit in a kitchen chair directly across from her. She went about putting her purchases away and taking things out of cupboards to set the table.
My eyes followed her as she made breakfast and when she caught me looking she blushed especially when she bent into the fridge to get breakfast food. The light from the fridge shone through her summer dress and revealed her long legs.
"I think you are a naughty boy watching me all the time. I think you are getting ideas and wondering what's under my dress," she said in broken English. "I'm old enough to be your old mother," see laughed.
"What's wrong with that?" I smiled. "You're still pretty in your own special way. I think you still have enjoyment to share hidden under there, as you say." She snorted and laughed softly but ran her hands across her breasts and down her hips smoothing out her dress. She went about setting out breakfast keeping a watchful eye on me. She sat across from me when the table was set. While we ate she asked me what I did and my plans for the future. We chatted easily as I told her my plans.
