Old Babes Young Bucks
Publisher: Lot's Cave, Inc.
This compilation of stories is based largely upon personal experiences and fantasies. The ultimate fantasy for any young man would be to find a patient older woman who will tolerate his lack of skill in exchange for his boundless enthusiasm and resilience. To anyone who has known that experience, you know exactly what I am writing about. If you have not, I hope that these stories bring you some of the intensity such a relationship generates.
“Chris I want you to know something. George and I were married for over fifty years and he was the only man I ever slept with. Now that he’s gone, I have spent a lot of time thinking about what I want to do with the rest of my years. Recently my doctor suggested that I may not have that many more years so I’ve decided to make the most of whatever I have left. This can be a very special relationship for both of us, but what cannot happen is you telling anyone about us. I have to live my remaining years in this neighborhood and I don’t want to be known as an old crone who goes around seducing young men. What I’m asking you is, can you keep your mouth shut?”
“Yes, of course I can.”
“All right then, just don’t forget that.” She turned from me and faced the bed.
I stood silently not knowing what to do when she turned back around.
“Are you going to unzip me?”
I felt so stupid. Nervously I fumbled with the long zipper at the back of her dress until finally it fell open. She stepped out of the dress and hung it on a tall bedpost, then she turned to me again.
“Do you need a written invitation?”
I had been so nervous and excited by everything that I had stood watching her instead of undressing. I began to unbutton my shirt.
“On second thought, I think I want to unwrap you like the lovely gift that you are to me.” Her hands replaced mine, steadily unbuttoning my shirt. Once the sleeves were loose, she opened my belt and pulled out my shirt. I slid my shirt off and looked at Beverly’s smiling face. She came close and began to run her hands over my chest and belly. “This is SO nice. I watched you outside working in the yard yesterday, the sweat glistening on your body. So firm, so solid, I had a sudden urge to rush out and lick the sweat from you. Do you know how many years it has been since I’ve had feelings like that?”
She interrupted me. “Let’s just say it has been a while. It was nice to again feel those pangs of desire, to feel that tingle between my legs. I had honestly forgotten about feelings like that. I came up here and peeled off my bra and put on the tightest top I have just hoping to catch your attention.”
“You sure did that.”
“I didn’t know if my saggy old titties were still even worth looking at, but when I saw you staring, ZING, right between my legs. It was great.”