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By *om don OP Man
28 weeks ago
Sheffield |
This is a completely true story. It happened pre Covid but I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently so I thought I’d try to write it down, help me remember it more.
I’d been friends with Alice for a long time, she worked in a drugs charity and was a close neighbour of mine when we both lived in a a block of flats. Alice was 10 years older than me, I think at the time she was 72, but she looked super for it.
She was always classy dressed, smart business woman and always smelt gorgeous.
We got on well but never sexually although quite flirty at times.
I’d not seen her for a while, both of us busy in our own lives. Then one day she asked if I wanted to take her to town so we could let our hair down.
I of course agreed. I knocked her door at 8.30 , the taxi had arrived. She was dressed in a tight black mid length dress, high heels and made up really nice, as ever she smelt gorgeous.
linking arms in the back of the cab she said she was looking forward to a good night out, and she was starving.
We went to a casino, sat in the bar where she got admiring looks of the guys there. We had a bottle of red wine between us before deciding on what to eat. Except there was only bar snacks! The restaurant had shut for some reason. So olives, and bread was the order of the day, plus another bottle!
Alice was getting tipsy now and ramped up the innuendos and flirting and I gave as good as I got. She had started touching my arm and placing her hand on my thighs, at first I thought to steady herself but then she leaned in and whispered “guess if I’m wearing hold ups or stockings?” Well I replied I know it’s stockings. “ how do you know? She asked. I said you’re too classy for hold ups and I guess you’re wearing a matching underwear set. Any way I can feel the clasps when you sit this close to me.
That broke the ice and we became full on touchy and stole the odd little kiss every now and then.
When the second bottle ended she asked if we could get a taxi home to hers.
She was all over me in the cab, lifting her dress hem to show me her stocking tops.
She was quite a lot tipsy now and admitted she should have eaten before we went out.
She lay on the carpet in her living room and pulled me down next to her. My shirt was soon off and she had my trousers pulled down in no time. I slipped her dress over her head and sat up to admire her body in black lace bra, a tiny pair of black knickers and a matching suspender belt. She was stunning, I couldn’t believe my luck.
I lay next to her and worked my fingers into her knickers to find her smooth and wet. Her clitoris already hard and standing proud. She was more than a match for girls half her age!
She had her hand inside my boxers rubbing my now hard cock when all of a sudden she sat up and said” I’m going to be sick!”
She rushed into the bathroom and I could hear her being sick. She emerged all flushed and apologetic and said she needed to go to bed.
Being the gent I helped her into bed, made sure she was ok and said good night.
On my way out I picked up her knickers and put them in my pocket.
A little souvenir.
One I gave back to her a few weeks later, but that is another story.
I miss those days. |
