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For goodness sake, I’m a 75year old woman and apparently still have my mojo. Yes, as with most women reaching my age, I carry a few battle scars of opposite relationships. More recently, I have emerged with an inner strength gathered from years of widowhood.
Now I certainly am my own person with my own sense of style and flare.
Gussying up in wardrobe outfits like tight black leggings, high opentoed heels and a leopard print top always catches men’s eyes. I love it! I’ve worked hard to assure that my body has the same curvaceous lines as when I was twenty or thirty something. And, I certainly dress for male attention. Why not!
Recollecting my earlier years, I feel as if my thick snatch of red pussy hair is still fully established between my legs, now, with fuzz like a ripe peach, guarding my labia. I remember the turnedon secretions coating my pubic bush all in anticipation of a man’s hand delicately stroking my sweet rose bud spot into ecstasy and my watching it happen with legs stretched out and emersed in deeply lascivious thoughts. Now, just for a moment, I close my eyes and, once again, remember rippling muscles with each big O. Toe curlers for sure!
I have been so fortunate. Aging has given me a rather wonderful patina, with deep feelings of sensuality still very much alive in my body. And, yes, I vibrate myself quite often to reach a lady’s ultimate pleasure.
Indian summer has arrived in the desert and what a relief from the unrelenting summer heat. With autumn, the pace of life has also quickened. Folks are doing their outdoors thing, and wildlife is busy preparing for winter. That is when I heard “it.” The audacity of some small creature scurrying in the attic space above my bed last night. How dare that happen! Really?
Of course, my morning evenbeforecoffee call was to the gal I have dealt with for years regarding my ongoing homeowner’s contract for annual pest and termite inspections. “What do you mean that your company won’t even evaluate what is going on in my attic?” was my incredulous response to her excuses about her company’s liability and yada yada.
However, she did have a recommendation.
It seems her company had a partnership with a fully state licensed pest control freelancer that was willing to traverse home attics with extremely tight crawl spaces and obstacles of crisscrossing air duct systems. She called Alex.
An appointment was made for both of them to return to my home she to introduce Alex to me and Alex to complete his evaluation and recommend next steps to resolve my pest issues. That sounded like a pretty routine business deal, until I answered the door at the appointed time.
There, this late thirtysomething and extremely goodlooking Chicano man was poised with his outreached hand ready to shake mine. Mr. Personality should have been his trade name! No! In retrospect, Mr. On Fire Erection would have been the more appropriate label!
Gawd! Just sitting at my computer right now and pondering this whole past episode, my twat’s secretions have presented me with a moist crotch; and, dear reader, stained panties that one might consider very sniffable when secreted away.
I digress. Anyway, back to my telling.
Alex and I negotiated work and pricing by texting back and forth, and then set a future Saturday date for his work. It was kind of a large job and the weather extremely hot, so Alex did have a helper when the appointed Saturday rolled around. Alex immediately sent his colleague to work the casita on my property that had to be treated, as well.
That left Alex and me at the main house.
I think we both felt the instantaneous heat of carnal chemistry and initially couldn’t quite grasp a 30something man attracted to a 70 something lady or vice versa. “And Here’s To You, Mrs. Robinson…” I haven’t lost my sense of adventure adventure of all kinds!
The first half hour of his work went smoothly and then he knocked on my back glass patio doors.
“I have a question for you” was Alex’s soft sell approach.
“What?” came my retort.
“I’ve been thinking about you all week and wonder if you would be willing to do IT with me?”
“IT?” was my immediate and startled response.
“IT…you know, a half an hour THERE down the hallway!”
“I am committed to a gentleman friend and am due to meet him in a couple of hours for lunch with friends” was my blurted out reply. “I am flattered, but…”
“We can be done long before then. You can shower, get dressed, and then go” pleaded Alex, now approaching me with the intimacies of whispering close to my ear. Somehow the job that he came to do got way lost in urges of the flesh. I knew that. He knew that.
“Your sensuality is such a turn on to me!” were his next breathy words. With that, he nudged me back against the kitchen countertop, pressing himself firmly against my torso. Even through both of our clothing layers, his boner pushed between my legs.
“You’re married; you talked about your son!” was the only retort I could think of.
“No, I’m separated, now with this horny prick that craves YOU” was his impassioned comeback. “Please, I’m begging!”
In the heat of these moments, I’m literally consumed with this immediate, totally salacious temptation and my mind is reeling. Right here? Right now? No, I just can’t! So why are my hands instinctively stretching forward to feel his muscular, rock hard taut arms with their symbolic mandala tattoos. He possesses the young man’s body that I have certainly not experienced for years on end. And, Alex is definitely lusting after ME!
Are there other tattoos? Where? Does Alex’s dick nest among dark curly hairs or are they straight? These are the kind of thoughts that have suddenly ensnared my imagination. Shame on me!
Alex twists more deeply into my body. “Te deseo! Te deseo!” is his overpowering plea as he tweaks my breasts and hard grinds into my feminine anatomy.
Can I? Should I? Geez! I’m beyond reasonable thinking!
‘It’s seven and a half inches I have to shower you with pleasures that old men cannot begin to give” is Alex’s sotto Spanishtoned voice playing at my neck.
In a most lovingly voice, Alex then asks, “Do you want to see IT? I’m close to ejaculating!”
Gawd! I burst out with a “No!” answer.
“No!” “No!” “No!”
Alex lets go of me, then steps back and runs his fingers through his own hair. His erection is still most conspicuous to both our sets of eyes. He plays with his trousers, pushing his cock downwards.
At this moment, I just can’t.
Alex leaves and I calm down.
This isn’t the first time I have experienced a much younger man in a state of absolute arousal. There was the masseuse whose hands decided to travel along my bare buttocks and diddle my moist, feminine crack.
Is it ME? I just don’t know.
Sleep was difficult and a text ping brought me back to a full state of consciousness. Who could that be at this early Sunday morning hour?
Damn, if it wasn’t Alex.
He wanted to finish the job, asking to come over. He had taped an area that needed to be caulked, joined with molding, and left to dry. So, that was certainly his cover !
Without any hesitation, my answer was crafted. “Yes, please do” I texted back.
Let me tell you that it was more than tape that got ripped off in that Sunday morning visit. Bended on my knees with my butt in full display, there certainly was seven and a half inches of pecker drilling power! And, Alex knew how to use it!
There was no subtle love making about this MayDecember act. It was pure and simple inandout screwing all morning long! He did finish me off with tasty oral tongue swirls stroking my tiny love button into a peak of orgasmic delight.
Long after Alex left, I was massaging my breasts with his semen and then licking my fingers. It was sinfully luxurious!
Later, with wine glasses in hand, I regaled my gal pals with Pest Man adventures. No! It just couldn’t be true! No one believed that I just got fucked by such a virile, stayhard young man.
I sensed what my lady friends were thinking. This seventyfive year old woman is making this shit up!
Isn’t she?
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