State pension top up

Before the days of smart phones people used to advertise goods and services in the corner-shop window. Curious and h*rny I rang a number offering “massage”. If it turned out not to be a “happy ending” kind then so what? I might at least meet some new. So I made an arrangement to meet at a local address that afternoon. No hanging about!
Her address was in a suburban street local to me,, with its own well kept front yard. When she opened the the door I was shocked and almost walked away! She was a neatly, respectably, well dressed elderly
lady, I even think she had walking aid tucked away! But my libido and curiosity led me across the threshold. There was no massage table but a yoga mat on the floor. She made small talk and asked me if I had any particular area that needed attention. I was still debating wether to go through with him this but I paid the money and lied about my arse and thighs being tight. She asked if I was alright taking my clothes off, she had a towel to cover my modesty. Her throat sounded dry as she was talking and for the first time since arriving I got excited with a warm rush of blood to you know where! I was excited because I sensed this respectable pensioner and very likely grandma was also excited, she was also obviously topping up some meagre state pension.
She then told me if wanted a “happy ending” it would be extra. I gave her the money. On my stomach she was massaging up and down my glutes and back my and thighs. She had surprising strong hands. I told her I like having my anus touched. She reluctantly agreed warning me that intercourse or any exchange of bodily fluids, was not on offer.
I was proud of my body in those days, I kept fit, I liked to believe she was getting turned on although there was not much evidence so far. I still am proud of the size and hardness of my aroused pudenda, that was growing with excitement underneath me. I was looking forward to turning onto my back and exposing myself to this grandma. Meanwhile she knew what she was doing with my ‘ring’ that she had been reluctant to stimulate.
When asked to do so I rolled onto my back. My engorged manhood jerked clear of my abdomen with excitement! I thought I heard a suppressed breath of approval, her surprisingly strong hands went straight to it. I was surprised to see a wedding band in her left hand. I presumed she was a widow (and that he had been the owner of the walking frame she had obviously forgotten to hide).
She didn’t wear examination gloves. I loved the feel of those leathery hands I presumed had done a life time of cooking and cleaning. She knew what she was doing as she m*st*rdb*t£d me in a perfunctory manner—strictly business. She made observations like “you’re big”. I watched her as she put all her attention into this strangers c…. It turned me on that she seemed to admire it.
Then she moved nearer to me on the floor. She had been shuffling her thighs whilst delivering a hand job from a high kneeling position. I liked the way she was constantly shifting her weight and I think stimulating herself. She clearly had no need of movment aids. She then politely straddled my shins, pulling up her house coat but leaving her pinafore down. without lowering herself into my legs. She hadn’t dressed sexy but dressed as if to do some house cleaning. She was not making the mistake of mutton dressed as lamb.
She was again leaning forward on her knees atride my legs. I desperately wanted her to lower her crutch onto my legs. I wanted her to get-off by getting on! As I was near to climax, thinking about how much extra it would be to ‘missionary’ her and occasionally asking her to stop because I was always too close and wanted to prolong the unexpected afternoon delight. She was deliberately edging me, like I say she knew how give pleasure.
I had a brain wave.! I gently nuzzled my nuzzled her soft pudenda with my raised knee. She then let go of some ‘professional’ reserve and put her weight on my knee and with a soft grunt from the back of her throat quickened her hand on my hard, hot, engorged phalus. Her first orgasm. At the same time as I was c..ing hard and producing way more ejacυιστε than usually do with self pleasure I pulled her face towards mine to kiss her. She hesitated, I croaked “please “ and as I sprayed high over her pinafore and cream poured down her hand we had a sensational snog. I pulled up my lap hard against where her wet hand had been holding me and finished off one of the most productive orgasm I remembered having. I knew she had had an understated second orgasm when we kissed and I grinder her pelvis to my maleness with right hand behind her hips.
Soon after I felt some shame of perversion— virtually making love to an elderly pensioner—and I would’ve gone-in unprotected if I could—with a pensioner!
I still pleasure myself with those few minutes. The thing that swung it for me and turned me on was the fact that she needed it as much as me and she had quietly climaxed, twice. !

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