Village of Matures Ch. 01

The thought had been in his head ever since his youth and now at the age of 34, John had thought to put his plan into action. he had always had a thing for older women ever since he had sat in his childhood friends house when he caught a glimpse of his friends mother walking upstairs in nothing but crisp white underwear.

Now his chance had come and he wasn't going to let it pass him by. He was making his way home along the lane that took him from town to his home when he saw a short well dressed white haired lady fumbling with the front door of her flat. seeing she was in a state he walked over to help. Within a minute she had explained how her granddaughter had snapped the key in the lock and she couldn't get back in, typical of youth, her granddaughter had gone of to college and left her to it.

John quickly explained how he could get her back in and put the flustered woman at ease, in under two minutes the door was open and she invited him in. It was only as he followed her in he looked down as he wiped his feet on the stiff mat and noticed the soft dark tights running up her mature legs, she stopped as he looked at them, her back to him she bent down to pick up a flyer causing her skirt to ride up showing a glimpse of stocking top. He felt a growth in his pants and placed his hands over his groin.

She directed him into the kitchen and put the kettle on. she again bent down to get some milk from the fridge causing her skirt to ride up further, just enough to see her maroon knickers tightly hugged to her ample behind. Wild thoughts raced through his head as he stumbled his response to two sugars and milk please.

She walked over cups in hand and placed them on the table, as she sat down at the side of John she finally introduced herself as Hazel. John almost missed this as he had his eyes firmly fixed on her legs. As she spoke to him he took in her features, nice short legs, well built hips and small breasts, looking up at her face he estimated she was at least 70 big smile but pretty features, her eyes a piercing blue. he noticed she was worried how to replace the lock, he saw his chance, John took a breath and assured her he would change the lock. As he said this he firmly placed his hand on her left thigh just below the hem of her skirt and ran his hand up slightly until his finger tips disappeared under her skirt. He noticed she gave no resistance so he kept his hand in place, that electric feeling he had longed for since his early teens finally happening. As his hand slowly moved up, her skirt shifted to give him a second look at those maroon knickers, it was now he noticed that Hazel sat legs apart, he looked up to see her red lips smiling at total ease with the younger man just a finger tip away from her most intimate area.

within an hour, a new lock was bought, fitted and John and Hazel stood back in the kitchen as she insisted on giving him something to repay him. She had no money on her because she had left that morning to go to the bank and had given her granddaughter her card. John saw his opportunity, with a wry smile on his face he took the gamble and told Hazel his desire to get a mature woman alone and obey his every demand. Not giving her time to react he told her to lift her skirt. A look of shock crept across her face but to Johns amazement she obeyed and slowly grabbed her skirt lifting it up towards her waist.

As she moved it up John saw the stocking tops followed by the v shape of her mound, white wispy hairs protruding at the sides of her knickers. She stood there motionless as John moved across the kitchen floor, his six foot frame towering above her, no more than an inch between them his hand slid up the inside of her right thigh, rising until it rested against her soft mound, his big hands cupping her vagina. his finger tip pressed gently against the entrance he could feel it was damp, still Hazel remained silent, John traced his finger up the outline of her lips through her soft knickers stopping on the hard nub of her clitoris.

Her gasp as he pressed in told him all he needed. Softly at first, he worked his finger on her clit, slow moans coming from Hazel growing louder as he intensified. John knew he had her where he wanted, one hand slipping up her blouse, his other slipped inside her knickers, he could feel she was wet as he ordered her to remove her blouse and bra. she did as he said, lifting her blouse over her head just as his finger pressed inside her throbbing vagina, a vagina that clearly hadn't been used in quite some time.

John took his time slowly fingering her as her old breasts became free from their restraint, drooping down before he took one in his free hand. His hand swapping between her breasts as his other hand furiously fingered her, he felt her body stiffen as a gush of warm liquid swelled over his hand, her orgasm sent her in to a state of shakes feeling her legs go.

John wanted his turn and told her to get on her knees, after guiding her he undid his zip pulling out his erect cock perfectly placed at her lips, Hazel looked in amazement, she had never seen anything that size. John took his cock in his hand pushing against her lips, Hazel opened her mouth, as his purple head ran over her lounge she began to taste the salty pre cum for the first time in her life. John had begun with slow strokes, not giving her too much. It was clear she had never given oral before and didn't want to put her off by choking her.

he placed both hands on her head, his fingers disappearing into her white hair, guiding her along his shaft. Hazel took each stroke, her eyes closed taking in the new experience. Her mouth was tight and John didn't want it to end in her mouth, right now he craved pussy and he had one that obviously hadn't been used in a while.

John helped Hazel up and guided her to the table, moving the cups on to the side he bent her over the table and lifted her skirt to her waist. with both hands he pulled her knickers down to her knees, he could see the damp gusset, her legs partly spread holding them in place. he took his cock in his hand, rubbed it teasingly up and down her slit causing Hazel to let out loud moans of pleasure. Drawing back to the opening of her vagina he slowly slid the bulbous head in. Hazel gasped and despite her gush of juice just before she was tight, very tight. With slow strokes, each one going deeper inside, Hazel reacted with soft moans, John knew it wouldn't be long before he filled her slit, he gripped her hips tight and thrusted hard, giving her everything and causing her to arch up groaning loudly. John picked up his pace, each stroke harder than the last. Hazel held the table tight as her orgasm built up, a feeling she hadn't felt in years, it flowed through her body, she shook and screamed as she came. John felt the warm gush flow over his shaft, that mixed with her tight vagina and the fact he was living his greatest desire, he came, jets of semen flicking her pussy, both lost in a state of ecstasy.

John collapsed over her, slowly his penis slid out, still erect it sprang up hitting her clit, Hazel let out a little moan of approval. after catching his breath, John lifted himself up and put his cock back in his pants. Hazel was panting as she stood up and steadied herself, her knickers slid down from her knee's to her ankles and held on to the table as she stepped out of them. John picked them up and lifted her skirt, a mix of their cream dripping from her tight pussy, then proceeded to wipe her slit taking his time. once he had done he walked round the table and slipped them in his pocket.

Hazel eventually gained some composure and enough breath to say thank you. John looked at the old lady and smiled before saying thank you for the payment. In his mind he knew the old girl needed some training and was compliant enough to want more, plus he thought, I've one more hole to explore!