I volunteer with a well known national heritage organisation, working at my nearest stately home. As a recently retired man of 59 I find it a good way of being with like-minded people and having shared experiences. I've also been surprised, and delighted, to discover that it's a rich seam of attractive, respectable older women among the volunteers. They are invariably in their 60's and 70's, often widowed and in need of some interesting company.
Last year I got to know Brenda, a lovely full-figured older lady who had joined my team of volunteers running the second-hand bookshop at the big house. I was asked to buddy up with her, make her feel comfortable and help her settle in. She was warm and open so we soon got friendly and I looked forward to every opportunity to chat with her. She clearly felt comfortable with me, happily sharing details about her personal life and quite freely told me she was 67, had been divorced for 10 years and lonely. We enjoyed working together as a pair, shared some banter when the shop was quiet and generally teased and joked around. We shared the same ability to see the funny side of things which is useful when dealing with the visitors who came into the bookshop, some of whom could be awkward.
I'd been struck by Brenda's attractiveness at the outset. She had nice grey hair, styled in a more contemporary fashion, cut short and slightly spikey. Her welcoming, smiling face drew me in immediately and her lovely blue eyes twinkled at me whenever we conversed. I was drawn to the laughter lines around her eyes and the "crows foot" wrinkle at the top of her cleavage that older women often have. I also couldn't help noticing her big "older-lady" bust and her fabulous full bottom that looked gorgeous in her snug fitting tailored trousers.
She responded well to my gentle teasing and showed her tactile nature, often placing her hand on my arm to make a point during conversation. We'd try to time our breaks so they coincided and got into the habit of sharing lunch together. Gradually the teasing and banter became more flirty, occasionally laced with innuendo, and I found myself thinking of Brenda sexually. After a few weeks of this level of contact she tentatively asked me one lunchtime if I could help her move some furniture and boxes at her home whenever it was convenient. She had recently moved into a retirement complex of apartments in town and said she was feeling overwhelmed with the task of sorting things out. By now I knew I fancied her and happily arranged to pop round later the same week.
I was conscious that being with her in private for the first time, rather than at the public place where we volunteered together, would be a quite different dynamic for us. I arrived at her place as we agreed at 9am, ready for a day of lifting and shifting, but felt a tingle as I waited for her to buzz me up. Brenda welcomed me with a huge smile and laughter, and we instinctively hugged, which felt very natural and unforced. The smell of her soft hair against my cheek and the feel of her large bust pressed against me, was fabulous and my stomach flipped in the way it does when I feel aroused.
Not surprisingly as she was at home, Brenda was dressed more casually than I'd seen her previously, in thin yoga pants and a baggy t-shirt. The t-shirt revealed more cleavage than her usual attire and and as we began to move her boxes and furniture around I was treated to some wonderful displays of deep cleavage and bare back whenever she bent down. Her thin yoga pants would stretch over her magnificent bottom and reveal the top of her white, lace-trimmed granny panties.
I also loved seeing her dainty bare feet, her toes painted alluringly in a deep shade of red. I have a foot fetish and couldn't help wondering if she'd painted her toes to draw my attention. I complimented her on her lovely shapely feet and made her blush. She said she found it increasingly more difficult to bend her legs enough to paint her toes and I cheekily told her I'd happily do them for her. While we chatted about her feet I noticed a subtle blush appear around her neck and cleavage. She beamed with pleasure and stammered that she'd love to take up my offer. I could sense the sexual tension starting to rise and we flirted together throughout the morning.
By lunchtime we had done all the heavy lifting and sorted out most of her moving boxes. She was delighted with the results and told me how much easier it was with me there, and more fun too. I could see she had a rosy glow around her neck and face but put it down to the exertion. I teased her about it and she coloured up even more and got a little breathless as we chatted and flirted over lunch in her kitchen. She opened a bottle of wine and the conversation gradually became more candid as she talked about her life and relationships.
She asked if we could load the dishwasher together before dessert and as I started to think of the sort of dessert I'd really like she leaned over the appliance and presented me with so much cleavage that I could see the swell of her heavy breasts contained in the full cups of her lacy white bra. I was just admiring the gorgeous crinkly skin of her cleavage when she suddenly stood up straight and caught me staring. I felt myself blushing and started to apologise when she reached out and kissed me. The kiss was gorgeous, full of warmth and ardour, no hesitancy at all. Our mouths opened for each other's tongues and hearing her groan into my mouth triggered the beginning of my erection. She skilfully closed the door of the appliance as we kissed and moved in for a tight embrace, groaning even more as I ground my stiff cock into her soft rounded tummy.
She broke the kiss, snuggled into my neck and asked me softly if I felt like a rest from sorting out boxes. I murmured into her ear that I would love it if she led me to her bedroom so we could get to know each other more intimately. She looked at me with pure lust on her face and told me she hadn't had a man for over 10 years and wanted sex badly. She started to get a bit emotional and told me she'd recently had to buy a vibrator to deal with her horniness. I was all over her and held her close, reassuring her of my desire to look after her needs. We started undressing each other in her kitchen but she stopped me and said she wanted to be in bed and enjoy me in comfort.
She took my hand and led me to her lovely cosy bedroom, her full bottom looking so inviting in her snug pants. We quickly stripped and got into bed, where she proceeded to press herself close into me and murmured how much she wanted me inside her. I took the initiative and went down on her first, spread her large labia and made a pig of myself eating her wonderfully wet cunt. She orgasmed quickly and soaked my face with her pungently aromatic juices, but recovered quickly and made it clear she really was desperate for cock.
I slid my hands under her full bottom, pulled her to the edge of the bed, opened her legs and raised them high. With her knees bent and her cunt splayed wide open, she was an alluring sight and made me even more eager to enter her. Her big tits fell to her sides, her nipples raised and dark pink, she looked up at me, clearly very aroused and eager to fuck. Brenda grasped my hard cock and guided me into her sloppy wet vagina, urging me to go deep and fuck her hard. I stood at the edge of the bed, slipped my hands under her knees and penetrated her half way before pausing to let her get used to me. She held onto the edge of the bed to brace herself, flexed her vaginal muscles to squeeze my helmet, and told me in no uncertain terms to fuck her brains out and fill her with cum.
What a woman, it was hard to believe she was 67, but her stamina and her need for sex really put me through my paces that afternoon. She wanted to talk while we copulated and told me how much she loved deep penetration, but with lots of variation in stroke length and speed. We maintained the same deep stick position for our first fuck and she orgasmed messily and noisily within just a few minutes of me entering her.
Spending an afternoon in bed with an attractive and deeply sexual older woman was a total delight. Over several hours Brenda lost any inhibitions she may have had and showed herself to be a highly sexed, vocal and imaginative bed partner. She was greedy for cock and cum, and surprised herself at her ability to squirt during her powerful orgasms.
While we rested she revealed how she enjoyed internet porn and erotica, and that this had fuelled her desire to end her long drought and rediscover her love of cock. She said she had decided to volunteer as a way of getting out there and hopefully meeting someone she could share some good times with before she got too old.
Since that mind-blowing first afternoon in her bed we have shared some wonderfully dirty sex together and Brenda has amazed me with her appetite for cock. We meet every week at her apartment and fuck ourselves senseless, leaving us both with jelly legs and her bed sheets soaked. She is thoroughly open minded and willingly plays along with my suggestions and ideas for trying new pleasures in bed.
A few months ago and with her encouragement I introduced her to a male friend of mine in his early 60s. David and I are both bisexual and have played together with others and on our own over the past 3 years. Brenda was keen to try her first MMF encounter and trusted my judgement that David would make the ideal additional playmate in the bedroom. At the outset she took to threesome sex like a duck to water, no qualms whatsoever, and revelled in the extra possibilities it brought. Seeing her being pleasured by two cocks was a delight. We started by taking her in turn, orally and vaginally, then spitroasting her and have since progressed to DP and DVP. She's embraced it all with enthusiastic eagerness and loves being doubled dicked as she puts it.
She loves the attention of us both and the three of us meet every month for a day of debauched sex. Brenda also loves watching David and I play together while she uses the doxy wand that I bought her. She loves playing the slutty granny as she refers to herself and says she never imagined having such dirty fun with two like-minded horny old men.
She's an amazing lady, with a huge appetite for sex and a willingness to try new things. We still volunteer together at the same place, and both get off on the fact that in public we're very respectable, unremarkable grey-haired older folks, in sharp contrast to the way we behave in her bedroom. I never thought volunteering could have led to an opportunity to have amazing sex with an attractive older woman, and I'm delighted it did. This is volunteers week and it seemed appropriate to share this experience that I've been meaning to relate for some time. |
