Granny Lends a Hand

Granny Gives a Hand

Summary: Granny sees a black man jerking off in his truck and....

Note 1: This is a short NUDE DAY story. I hope you enjoy this quickie.

Note 2: Thanks to Small_Island for his great editing and suggestions, as always. Also thanks to OhDave1 for an urgent edit.

Granny Gives a Hand

"Ooh, there's a nice one," Madelyn said quietly, and Eve and I followed her gaze to take in a topless young man with a serious six-pack.

"I know it's a gorgeous day," I said, pretending not to feel my pulse jump at the twenty-something's raw beauty, "but don't there seem to be an especially high number of scantily clad people out today?"

Our sexagenarian trio of two widows and a divorcee - we joked we were a 21st Century Golden Girls, only with no Sophia to make us all look younger - were enjoying our daily early afternoon coffee under an umbrella on the sidewalk in front of our favourite café and the young stud Madelyn had pointed out was at least the fifth shirtless man we'd seen so far. There had also been even more women in barely-there bikinis or other outfits.

"It's Nude Day," Maddy said, "but I guess this is as far as they dare go in this fuddy-duddy town."

"What's Nude Day?" I asked.

"A worldwide day celebrating our natural state where everyone is supposed to go around nude," answered Madelyn.

"Well, I wish they would," said our third member, Eve, the Blanche Deveraux of our granny gang. "Then we'd know what they're really packing so we wouldn't fall for a tight stomach and a tiny dick; turns out weightlifting can't help a man's Johnson."

"Eve!" I gasped.

"Don't you, 'Eve', me," she said. "If two extra inches in the pants comes with six extra inches around the waist, I'll take the jelly roll every time, and so would the two of you."

Madelyn laughed and I forced a smile, though I was really thinking of my lost Jimmy, who'd kept his waist trim and his penis hard for me right up to the very end.

As if reading my mind, Eve said, "It's alright to think about finally getting some dick, you know; it won't mean you didn't and don't still love Jimmy." 'Me getting 'back into the game' had become a regular theme after my husband had been dead a year and even more so now that it had gone past two years.

"Or at least spend some time with a man," the more realistic Madelyn added. She had been dating a plumber the last couple months while Eve kept up a carousel of dates as if she were still in college.

"Blah, blah, blah," I waved them off, not sure I would ever want to go on another date. I had been with one man my entire life and he had been a good man in every way, so I was fine with that.

Fifteen minutes later, I was taking the long way home by wandering through the park. I still wasn't seeing any fully nude people, but the warm weather certainly had led to a lot of eye candy on display; I kept finding myself wondering what it would feel like to run my fingers across the chiseled chests, rippling abs, and well-defined arms and shoulders of the young men playing Frisbee and soccer.

But that wasn't why I had come this way, no, for me there was just something about seeing young kids playing, young couples holding hands, and the simple beauty of nature that made this one of my favourite routes.

Plus, although I was sixty-two, I still enjoyed going for walks. Being a widow, having lost my husband just over two years ago, I had to make an effort to get out of the house. To stay in shape. We had been soulmates, and I wasn't really sure what to do without him... even two years later. Maybe the girls were right... that said, I wouldn't even know where to begin to meet a man socially these days, and especially not just for some fun to relieve the sexual tension that Jimmy had been so good at easing.

I watched the young children playing on the slides, running around playing tag and climbing on the jungle gym. It reminded me of when my kids, now with their own kids living in Columbus and Boston, would spend hours outside just playing and using their imaginations. So, it was always a delight to see young children today outside and playing instead of being indoors staring at their computers or other technology gadgets.

After about twenty minutes, I continued on to my home on the far side of the park. I went the way I always went, through the small, rear parking lot. There was a footpath that led back to my street through a large copse of trees. I was at the end of the parking lot, about to reach the lovely, forested path, when I was walking by a blue truck parked in the shade and was surprised by a voice saying, "Hello, you look like you're enjoying yourself in our beautiful nature."

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust from the bright sun, then I saw a young black man in the truck's driver seat. 'Another one,' I thought when I realized that he was shirtless like so many others I had seen. I couldn't see his chest or abs, but his shoulders seemed wide and well-toned; rangy rather than bulging, the way I actually preferred men.

"Hi, young man," I replied, greeting him warmly.

"How are you on this lovely day?" he asked, not being much older than twenty if I had to guess.

"Great," I smiled, not used to having a younger man being so polite. "It's a great summer day."

"Yes, it is a beautiful day, "he agreed. "And it just got even more beautiful," he said.

Was he flirting with me? He was a very handsome black man, but he was a third my age. I played oblivious, as I replied, "And I believe it is supposed to get even warmer."

"Say, if you have a minute, could I ask you to give me a hand?" he asked.

"With what?" I asked innocently, not catching on to his question even as I registered his left arm moving slowly.

"Come closer," he said.

This should have been a warning, but I was curious and wasn't remotely thinking about anything out of the ordinary as I moved to the truck. As I looked inside, my attention followed his pumping arm. My eyes went wide when I realized he was completely naked and was stroking a massive penis. "Oh my!" I gasped.

"Sorry, it's Nude Day and I decided to drive around and celebrate the day," he said, as he stroked his massive penis... way, way, way bigger than my deceased husband's. I know I should have turned away, walked away, yet I couldn't take my eyes off of his penis and the way he stroked it. It was so big... so hard.

"Happy Nude Day," he said with a wide grin that showed he had beautiful teeth.

'Oh, doesn't Eve wish she were here right now?' I thought. Then, as if I was channeling my randy friend, I heard myself say, "I've been wondering if I was going to meet anyone brave enough to fully embrace the day."

"Oh, ho, so you know about Nude Day? I thought there was something special and cool about you."

"I don't know about all that," I said, "I actually just heard about Nude Day today." I realized I was talking to his penis, but didn't seem to be able to raise my eyes from his lap where he was slowly stroking a long, thick shaft topped by a fat, purple mushroom... way, way, way bigger than my deceased husband's.

"And what do you think?" he asked, leaving no doubt he was talking about his manhood rather than Nude Day.

What did I think? I thought I should be turning and walking away, but I couldn't take my eyes off of his penis. Especially when he switched hands and I could see it even more clearly... so big... so hard... a bead of liquid beginning to form at the eggplant-coloured tip.

"I like it," I mumbled. Then, lamely, "Nude Day, that is... the idea..."

"Go ahead," he said, seeing me stare at his penis.

"Sorry, I should go," I said, although I made no attempt to move away or break my stare.

"You sure?" he asked. "I really could use a hand."

"Right here?" I asked, the temptation growing. I hadn't been with a man since my husband passed away and just assumed I never would again.

"Yeah, we are in a safe place," he said. I looked around. There was no one in sight, his truck parked in a shade-darkened corner and somewhat out of the way.

I looked back to his lap and said, the penis very tempting, "It's so big."

"I'm flattered," he said, as he continued to slowly stroke his thick rod. "Not to be crude, but a woman as beautiful as you has surely had her pick of men, so I'm glad you like what you see." After a pause, as he saw I couldn't take my eyes off of his huge penis, no matter how hard I tried. He said, "Go ahead, stroke it for me. We both know you want to."

"I don't know," I hesitated, even as I desperately wanted to touch that big penis. I wondered what it would feel like in my hand, even in my mouth or long forgotten vagina.

"Go ahead," he repeated, as he lifted his hips and offered me his penis. I couldn't explain it, but his slow strokes had me watching hypnotically.

I moved my small hand inside the open window and reached over to his throbbing penis. I couldn't believe I was doing this, yet there was something pulling me in. "Oh, my goodness," I gasped when I tried to wrap my hand around it... but it was too thick.

"That's it," he groaned as he moved his hand away, "that feels so good."

"Such a large penis," I said, as I tried to stroke his really chubby equipment. It was so fat. I couldn't fathom how any woman could wrap their mouth around it or take it in their vagina.

"It's a dick, pretty lady," he said. "Call it a dick."

I wasn't one to use such language, but I was so captivated by his large penis I replied, "You have a really big dick."

"Oh yeah, stroke it just like that," he groaned.

For a couple of minutes, I jerked his penis. My small white hand doing my best to masturbate him, remembering the many times I had done this for Jimmy, but God love him, my dear departed had never filled my hand like this.

"Ever had such a big dick?" the guy asked, reading my mind... or more likely, the fawning expression on my face.

"No," I admitted, then added for some reason, "The only dick I ever touched before now was my husband's.

"He passed a couple of years ago," I added quietly. I suppose I didn't want this audacious boy to think I would cheat on my husband, even for such a treasure.

"Oh my, you poor thing," he said, sounding sincere. Then he got things back on track. "Say, why don't you climb into my truck and get more comfortable?"

"I don't know," I hesitated, as I looked around. Yes, we were pretty secluded, but anyone could walk by at any moment.

Seeing me struggling with the temptation, he added, "If you come inside, you can finish it with no one seeing. Wouldn't you love to feel it explode in your hand?"

Oh, God, I had loved that moment when my husband surrendered his all to my touch. How incredible would it be with a man this young and strong and well-endowed?

I looked around again and then shrugged. "I can't believe you are doing this," I said out loud to myself as I walked around the truck and got in the passenger side. This could be such a dangerous decision, but I was thinking with my libido.

"Oh yeah," he said, as he smiled at me while pushing his seat as far back as it would go.

Up on my knees in the passenger seat, I balanced against the center console and prepared to resume stroking the fantasy penis. But before I did, I remembered an old trick that I'd done with Jimmy as much for the erotic imagery as for its practical purpose.

Quickly working up a mouthful of saliva, I spit it into my palm and then began running my small white hand up and down the large, dark penis... big, black dick. I felt the thick vein on the underside pulse just as I heard the young man groan, and suddenly my panties were damp.

After about two minutes of me playing with my new toy, from cupping the large testicles to smearing pre-cum over the fat head, he said, "Hey, why don't you pull out those titties? You can be a small part of Nude Day, plus it will make me come even harder."

"Oh, you bad boy," I purred, as I sat up. "Do you really want to see some old granny titties?"

Now it was his turn to lick his lips. "Hanging fat and heavy on your chest? Oh yeah, I bet your husband worshipped those beauties," he said, staring at my well-endowed chest area.

In fact, Jimmy had, and in turn, I had always liked flashing him in public places by lifting up my shirt or hiking up my skirt or dress. I had really enjoyed Jimmy's looks of shock, which were always followed by looks of lust. In fact, I had blown my husband in the car, a movie theatre, a change room stall in a clothing store and under a table at a restaurant... so this wasn't as taboo as this young man might have thought it was.

"Well, since I have seen you in all your birthday suit glory," I smiled, as I unbuttoned my blouse one by one. Once unfastened and spread open, I asked, even though I knew the answer he was going to give, "Is this good enough?"

"Show me those white titties," he said, staring at them like my husband had so, so, so many times.

I reached behind and unclasped my bra, allowing my large breasts to pop out.

"Jesus, granny, those are tremendous," he said, reaching out and cupping them.

"I bet your dick would feel great between them," I said, my memories of past times once again making me say things I really shouldn't have been saying. I was just glad that it would have been too difficult to pull off in the cab of the truck; otherwise, I probably would have let him do it. I mean, yes, I had committed to completing the hand job, but I hadn't completely lost my mind. Had I?

"Fuck, I'd love to, but I need to nut so bad," he said.

"Nut?"

"Yes, come," he clarified.

"Oh, well, then let me rectify that," I smiled, leaning back down and taking his hard, big dick back in my hand, while he fondled my breasts.

Although he'd said he needed to nut so bad - such a fun, bold word - he didn't complain when I continued taking my time making manual love to his penis... it wasn't like I was ever going to get another chance like this, and I wanted to make the most of it. I worked his manhood like a potter working her clay, stroking it up, down and around, with occasional additions of saliva.

"You know you just licked your lips again," he purred after I'd been playing with his remarkable equipment for some minutes. "It's okay if you want to suck it, it's only natural."

I stopped stroking but didn't release my grip on his staff as I stared up into his eyes. If he'd been sneering, I might have jumped out of the truck, but instead, he was smiling warmly, looking much more mature than his years implied.

"Come on," he encouraged, "you are clearly as passionate as you are beautiful. I bet you are a great cock sucker."

I felt my cheeks blush with a compliment I never imagined getting from another man, accepting that it was true since my husband had been quite expressive about how good I looked and felt when he was buried in my mouth. "Um...."

"Go for it," he said, flexing some internal muscle that made his dick twitch in my hand.

While I had sucked my husband quite regularly, I hadn't had a dick in my mouth for years and I had to admit that I missed it. I had always enjoyed sucking my husband's penis. I liked the way he moaned. I liked the way his legs stiffened. I liked the way his cock pulsated in my mouth. And, while I would never tell anyone this, I had liked the taste of his semen. Would I like this young man's as well? Would it have that same salty tang that I'd relished because it just made me know I was a wanton woman?

"I-I don't know," I stammered indecisively. "I haven't... sucked a dick, since before my husband passed," I said, even as I resumed stroking the hot, hard, huge erection.

"Shit, well, you are in for a treat," he said.

I looked around through the windows again and then found myself lowering my head into his lap, opening my mouth and taking the thick, black dick between my lips.

"Oh yeah, granny, suck that dick," he groaned. I don't know why, but the way this young man said granny made the whole thing even more erotic. I tentatively bobbed on just the first couple of inches. Luckily, sucking dick is like riding a bike, it isn't something you forget how to do... although I was suddenly on a 15-gear mountain bike versus the reliable Schwinn Stingray I had mouth-pedaled for over forty years. As I sucked on the fat cock head and a couple of inches, I created extra saliva like I always had for my husband. He'd said he loved that.

"Jesus, that is amazing," he groaned, which made a chill go up my spine and more wetness leak into my panties.

"Mmmmmmm," I moaned, as I slowly took more in my mouth.

"Yeah, you like my dick, granny?" he asked.

I moaned on his dick in response, as I didn't want to stop sucking. I couldn't explain it, but I really wanted to feel his cock pulsate in my mouth and give me his semen.

"Tell me, granny, tell me you want my dick," he moaned, as he pinched my hard nipple.

I sat up, looked into his eyes and said, stunned by my words and desperate tone, "Yes, I want to suck your dick and swallow your semen."

"My nut," he corrected.

"Yes," I nodded, stroking his cock and rolling my finger over his cock head feeling a little sticky pre-cum, "I want your nut in my hungry granny mouth."

"Show me," he said, and I immediately bent down and took his dick back in my mouth.

This time I bobbed faster, with a lustful exuberance, desperately wanting to be a good cock sucker for him... wanting to make him come... wanting to taste his cum.

"Oh jeez, Granny, you have a magical mouth," he groaned.

I was flattered by his words, and it encouraged me even more. While I never took more than half his massive dick in my mouth, my sloppy blow job had him moaning and I sensed he was getting close.

About a minute later, he warned, "I'm about to nut, granny."

I bobbed as fast as I could as I moaned on his dick, desperate to taste his cum.

"Oh fuck, granny, yes, fuck, here it comes," he grunted as his dick jerked in my mouth, and I received his warm, creamy load. "Jesus," he added as I swallowed noisily, the way my husband had liked.

I kept sucking, albeit slower, as I extracted every drop of this young man's cum and he squeezed my tits.

Finally, I sat up and ran a tongue theatrically around my lips with a growling, "Mmmm, tasty. Thank you for making my Nude Day debut so special."

"No, thank you," he said, looking at me impressed.

Then I came out of my cum trance and said, "Oh my, I can't believe I just did that," even as I looked at his big dick and savoured the aftertaste of his cum.

"Yeah, well, if you ever want it again, I'll give you my cell," he said.

"Really?" I asked, feeling a warmth of exhilaration at what I'd just done. I really felt alive for the first time in a long time. I thought my sexual years were over and now I wanted more.

"Yeah, I'd love to fuck you," he said.

"Really?" I repeated.

"Are you kidding? You're fucking gorgeous," he said, as I admired his still hard dick and wondered what it would feel like in my cobwebbed pussy. "And you were so good to me that you deserve a good, hard fucking."

"It has been a long, long time," I admitted, "but before my husband passed unexpectedly, we still had sex a few times a week."

"That's the way to live," he nodded, "loving to the end."

It was then that I realized that Eve and Madelyn were right, I could feel and exercise my passion without losing my love for Jimmy. This time it did register when I licked my lips as I looked back into his lap.

"Give me your phone," he said.

I entered the password and handed it to him. He typed his number into it and handed it back.

I looked. He had listed himself as BigBlack. I smiled, "What is your actual name?"

"Joe," he said.

"I'm Bunny," I said.

"What a perfect name," he smiled.

"Thanks," I said.

"I'd love to chat, but I have to get to work," he said.

"Will you be going in like that?" I chuckled, looking down at his softening but still impressive penis resting on a well-muscled thigh, cum leaking from the tip. "Does your workplace celebrate Nude Day?"

He grinned back at me, "Unfortunately, no, though it would certainly make the job more interesting. But if you'd like to continue celebrating Nude Day with me later, I get off at ten. We could end the festivities with a big bang. If you'd like to get banged big tonight, text me," he said."

"I may take you up on that offer," I smiled flirtatiously, not wanting to sound too eager, although the way I kept staring at his dick probably made it pretty obvious I would be beckoning him over for a late-night rendezvous.

"Oh, you will text me," he assured.

"Maybe," I offered, acting coy like I had when I was four-plus decades younger.

"Maybe," he smiled.

"Well, thank you for that big load, young man," I said, not really wanting this to end and wanting him to see me as a naughty granny. "You've got me feeling more perked up than I have in a long time," I added as I made sure he could see me stuff my bra into my purse rather than putting it back on.

"Just think how perky you're going to feel when the next load goes into that long-neglected pussy," he said.

"You might break me in two with that dick," I said, giving it a squeeze.

"I'll be gentle," he said.

"No, I will want you to fuck me hard and really give it to me," I bluntly said, my coyness apparently gone as I buttoned up my blouse, my nipples showing clearly through the light summer fabric.

"Shit, text me your address and I'll stop by as soon as I am off," he said.

"And then I'll really get you off," I quipped, as I opened the door and left on that wicked last sentence.

He chuckled as I closed the door.

I watched him leave.

I looked around.

Wow... I couldn't believe I just did that. I pulled out my phone and texted him my address before I changed my mind.

Tonight, I was going to get fucked.

Nude Day, what a wonderful surprise. I wished I had enough courage to at least unbutton my blouse again as I finished walking home, but for now I would have to settle for knowing my granny bra was tucked in my purse and my old tits were flopping around free, sending lovely tingles up my sensitized nipples. But I would get naked as soon as I got home and spend the rest of the day in the nude, which would certainly mean a number of sessions with some toys that hadn't come out of their drawer in far too long as I'd slumbered in my widow's depression. And I would be nude when I opened the door tonight, opened it wide, to the young dick that was either going to break my old cunny or bring it back to life, or both.

The End... unless you want to read a second stroke story where Bunny goes for a hop on a big black dick.