mybigmaturetits: mI saw you looking at my chest and legs as I passed you in the store, your eyes wid
mybigmaturetits: mI saw you looking at my chest and legs as I passed you in the store, your eyes widened ever so slightly as I sashayed and the int of a smile curled the edges of your lips. You weren’t as obvious in your wish to see me without clothes as most men who show interest, but that just meant you would be a bit more challenging. I made sure our paths crossed again in another aisle and this time I stopped next to you and pretended to study items on the shelf, my arms behind me and my chest out so that the tight, low cut top I wore hugged the curves of my braless breasts and presented lots of cleavage to your hungry eyes. The game of chasing you aroused me, and my big, thick, long nipples were hardening - and oh so obvious. After giving you a minute or so to devour my chest with your stare, I quickly turned to you and flashed you a big smile as you tried to turn away so I wouldn’t know you were ogling me, but I knew and gently said: “That’s OK, you can look at my body all you want. I was enjoying it.” I lightly ran my hands over my breasts and brushed my protruding nipples. “As a matter of fact, I enjoyed it VERY much,” I assured you. It didn’t take long before I had set my hook in you - yes, you would come home with me. But there was a hesitation within you. I glanced at your hand - no wedding band. Nor did I think you had someplace else you needed to be; you didn’t look at your watch or phone as if gauging whether or not there was time. No, it was something else - and I knew what that was. Having had sex with over 4,000 men in the last 7+ years, I’ve learned different looks. That I “something else” was my age. I could tell you had never had sex with a woman as old as I - almost 67 now. Maybe I was old enough to be your mother; probably even older than your mother. Maybe you thought I was only showing my good stuff while underneath my tight top and shorts was the body of an old woman - wrinkled, dry, weak. I had much to show you. We left the store and you followed me home. I led you to a bedroom, closing the door behind us. I turned to you: “I know you aren’t sure you want me,” I said. You started to disagree, your hesitation of what could lie ahead still evident, but I put a finger to your lips. I unbuttoned my blouse as I spoke: “I want you to want me for my body, not what I can do for yours.” You started to pull off your shirt, but I stopped you. “Just me, for now,” I said. Soon, I stood nude before you. I reached to your side and quickly snatched your phone from its clip. “Here,” I said handing it to you. “Take all the pictures you want. If you decide you don’t want me today, maybe in the future you’ll look at the pictures and change your mind. If so, call me - I’ll be right here.” You took lots of pictures as I threw a lot of poses your way. I ended up with the pose in the picture above. “Keep your clothes on and come up behind me,” I said and soon you knelt behind me on the bed. “Put you hands on my shoulders and move them down my back. See? My skin isn’t dry and wrinkled, but soft and smooth and supple. Now run your hands over my ass. You expected something saggy, didn’t you? But feel the strength and firmness in it. Yes, like that. Now feel my thighs and calves. See, no loose skin; it’s taught yet smooth. For much of my life I played competitive tennis and went on cross-country bicycle journeys.” I laughed a little. “But lately I exercise them most by being a cowgirl!” Your hands were starting to shake ever so slightly. I could tell your want of my body was growing. “Now put your hands back on my sholuders,” I said. “And feel the muscles there. Now my arms. Again no loose skin, right? Well maybe a wee bit at my elbows, granted,” I said though you said nothing about my elbows. “My arms aren’t strong - I cannot open a jar of spaghetti sauce - but they are ladylike, and smooth. Flabby skin often shows up first in a lady’s arms, but there’s none on mine - see?” Your hands were shaking more now and I noticed you had moved forward, your crotch just touching my ass. “Now, baby, now it really gets interesting. Put your hands on my side and slowly move them down my breasts. Mmmmm, yeah. Feel how big and soft they are? Feel the curves? Now cup them in your strong hands. Feel their weight? Did you ever know tits could be so heavy. Mmmm, I love how the feel in your clasp. But there’s more. Run your fingers over my areolas. Remember when I first took off my top? Remember? My areolas were as big around as a softball then. But feel them now. No bigger around than a ping pong ball. Feel how raised they are and how deeply wrinkled. God, that’s good. Now, take my nipples between your fingers. Have you ever felt any that long or that hard? They get as hard as any cock can get. And, see, they are long enough for you to masturbate between your thumb and your index and middle finger. Try it. OH MY GOD! Keep trying. Mmmmmm.” I could hear you moan; at least when I wasn’t moaning. “God, baby, you better stop before I lose control. Mmmm. OK, hurry, put your hands back on my ass.” I could feel your reluctance to let go of my nipples, but you did. “Almost time for your decision, but not quite. Use one of your pinkies; yes, just a pinkie - I want you to feel how tight my ass is. Go ahead, put your little finger in there. Oh, yeah, that’s it. Mmmmm, good.” I squeezed my ass around your finger and felt my ass pulse around it as if to pull your whole hand inside via your pinkie. Your breathing was hard and deep now; so hard and deep and felt your whole body move with each breath. I was breathing just as hard. “One last place,” I said through a deep sigh; I was so ready for you to take me. “I want you to feel how wet my pussy is. I bet you thought older women had dry pussies - and some do - but those of us who are still wet are by far wetter than younger women. Now, promise me you want hesitate, OK?” You moaned an OK. “Make a fist and shove it into my pussy. OK? Go!” I could feel your fist, wrist, and upper arm disappear inside me. “Move it around!” I said. You did. “Now pump it in and out a few times.” You did that, too. “OK, pull out.” When your fist was out of my cunt, I turned around and sat on the bed looking at you. “Decision time,” I said. “Do you want to fuck a 66-year-old woman?” You didn’t take your eyes off my chest; nor did you hesitate to come up with the perfect answer: “No. But I want to fuck YOU!” I thrust my chest out toward you. “Then take me.” And, God, did you. You were incredible to my body and I became whatever you needed me to become. 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