Elderly acquaintance

It was last summer, I was a young guy, just 23 years old, and had long been fascinated by the topic of incest... though not even incest, just loving older women. Even though I had the usual success with peers, but... my soul wanted something understandable... not ordinary, that's what attracted older ladies...

Another summer day, warm, even hot, and jerking off in the bathroom didn't appeal to me at all... but finding an adult woman was a bit problematic... either she already had a lover, or was young, or something else that prevented being with them... for example, virtual ones — if you look on the internet. And the longer the abstinence, the

higher the age of women you consider... same with me... I was already drawn to old ladies, really elderly ones.

And deciding not to risk it where I lived, I took a tram to the end of the line... an old district, and not a prosperous one, I walked around — strolling for about 10 minutes into the courtyards and started running into pensioners... mostly sitting in groups, unfortunately...

But then, in one place and another, I started running into lonely old ladies, sitting and thinking about something... and if you chatted, each was glad that someone sat down, etc., etc., then... intimate jokes and vulgar hints were mostly met with hostility, and only one or two joked that I should look for a young one, not an old one like them — fit to be a grandmother... and convincing them that such ones are attractive didn't work, and one even tried to hit me with her bag... so it seemed like a complete fiasco.

Until I ran into an old lady — well, about 75-80 years old... skinny, but... with makeup — clumsily applied but clearly trying to look younger, and on top of that, she was coming out of a liquor store. Attempt is no torture — I followed her, she wasn't walking fast, with a cane, after passing a building — she sat down on a bench and put her bag next to her, while I, strolling past — sat down on the bench opposite, fiddling with my phone — found the street and house number on 2GIS, — and pretending to be lost — thoughtful, asked — "Miss, is this Agalakova 22?" — to which the old lady first nodded affirmatively "Yes, that's the one..." and then after a couple of seconds, when I was already thinking she hadn't paid attention to the words, added "But what kind of miss am I to you?" — but it was clear she was flattered

"Well... bright, that's what kind)) You're certainly a mature woman, but your makeup is very attractive, not every schoolgirl can put on makeup like that now."

"Well, thank you, nice to hear."

I continued fiddling with my phone, not knowing how to start an acquaintance, but the old lady herself started "And what, who did you come to see? I know everyone here."

I was flustered and not knowing what to answer, started making up a story "Well, I met a woman online... we wanted to meet, she gave an address but it's not there..."

— "Girls are always late," she remarked.

— "Well, it's not a girl," I said, making an embarrassed face, "it's a woman about 50-55 years old."

— "Goodness, and how old are you yourself?" — she had slight surprise, but no negativity.

— "I'm 23... but... I prefer older women."

— "Older, how much older? 50 years old? Isn't that a bit much?" — she smiled, looking at my embarrassment.

— "Well... from 50... and older, because with a more adult woman, whatever happens will remain a secret, they're not like minors — they won't blab to everyone, and what if it doesn't work out... a peer would laugh, but an adult would understand, and I'm drawn to it..." — with each argument, the old lady smiled approvingly and nodded.

— "And have you had many of these adult ones?"

— "Not really... after all, you can't just approach someone in the middle of the street to get acquainted... and not every one would agree to chat with someone younger..." — I started listing — "Imagine if a guy approached you to get acquainted, just out of the blue — you'd probably be outraged, right?"

— "Oh, come on, why would I?" — she smiled fully — "Every woman likes to feel like a woman, even at an age."

— "Then let's get acquainted?" — I smiled — "if you don't mind... my name is Sasha."

— Tamara — she also smiled fully, — "And what about your lady friend?"

— "Well... I think she tricked me, joked, or didn't dare... I was just about to buy something for tea for her."

— "Well then go buy it, and let's go have tea... with something sweet," — she winked and giggled. The ambiguity of the words aroused me instantly.

— "Ah... what do you like, Tamara?"

— "Not 'you,' but 'thou,' after all, age is just a number... if you haven't changed your mind, and what I like... well, many things — get something to your taste," — and she giggled again, — "I'll find something to my taste."

— "And I'll find something to my taste... but it can be sweetened," — I didn't lag behind in ambiguity and rushed to the nearest store.

Buying cookies for tea, a couple of cream puffs, a couple of pastries with the same cream, and just in case, a small cake... in confusion, not knowing what else to get, I got ice cream and bananas — as an ambiguity... and rushed back.

To my relief, Tamara was in place, waiting for me... warming herself in the sun.

— "Oh... you're quick," — she smiled at me — "I see you do everything quickly."

Again, ambiguity flashed in my mind — "Well, not everything, but sometimes it's worth hurrying, especially for a good woman."

— "Wow," — Tamara laughed — "you have a silver tongue, you know how to say nice things."

— "Well... I can, because women love with their ears, so it's nice to do things with the tongue..." — stumbling, I finished — "Well... give compliments."

— "Aha... and not only," — Tamara winked — "or can you only talk?)) Compliments are made!"

— "And I can make them... what's my tongue for," — already completely crossing the line of ambiguity, I boldly said — "Well, to make a compliment..."

— "Well, shall we go, or will we just scratch your tongue here?" — The old lady smiled, nodded on the street, and went to the entrance door.

— "Let's go... will we scratch there?" — I asked stupidly, which amused her completely.

— "If you don't change your mind, then you'll scratch there too... depending on where that 'there' is," — she said quite frankly, making my throat go dry over that 'there'...

Tamara extended her hand after entering the entrance — "Will you give a lady your hand? Let's go, we're on the 2nd floor." —

like a gentleman with a lady, we reached the 2nd floor, she opened the door and we went into her apartment — the apartment matched her makeup, flashy, ornate... taking off her shoes, she went straight in her clothes to the bathroom "wait a moment now" — you could hear her changing and water splashing...

Excitement made my throat dry, because... the old lady clearly understood what would happen... and what was wanted... and was giving a kind of game.

Taking off my shoes, I went to the kitchen, pressed the button on the kettle, laid out the cake and pastries, took out cups, and sitting down, started to wait... the tea managed to boil and I took the tea box from the windowsill — took out tea bags and brewed them. After about 10 minutes, she came out, still with makeup, but now in a small pink robe — more suitable for a teenage girl.

" — Well, how do you like it? — she turned around and almost fell, grabbing my shoulder — she was in too much of a hurry to show off.

— Magnificent, — I took her hands, even though she was old, thanks to her thinness she looked good, and helped her turn around once more — Tamara obediently turned around her axis.

Even her toenails turned out to be painted — in bright pink... "completely gone senile, trying to look young to such an extent and who will see," — a thought flashed, but also, besides the color, I saw that her legs were smooth, and still not dry from the water that dripped down her legs "could she have washed her pussy or rinsed..." — a second guess dawned.

I lowered my hand to the knee — where the robe ended and ran it down the still wet leg — ... absolutely smooth!

— "Wow..." — I widened my eyes — "smooth as in a commercial."

Tamara, it was clear, was very proud of herself and went to the chair "a woman, even an elderly one, should take care of herself, and in general — what man would fall at a woman's feet if they're not smooth, and a woman should always be ready." — pouring tea, she slightly lifted her robe and sat more comfortably.

— "Well, what will you treat an old lady to?" — a smile didn't leave her face.

— "Well, there's nothing for an old lady, but for a good woman..."... I moved everything I bought closer to her, trying not to knock over the cups of tea.

Tamara graciously took a pastry and bit into it, admiring the cream, she liked everything, and ordinary chatter began, about me, about the weather, she skillfully shifted from topic to topic, and in my head was the thought — how to... shift everything to an intimate topic, I liked her ambiguity.

Not finding anything better, I simply dropped a spoon... a bit unsuccessfully, and it was visible that it was on purpose, but what could I do?... it fell right under my feet, and didn't even roll towards her, — I crawled under the table, and already grabbing the spoon, was about to get out — because my gaze stumbled upon her legs in the robe, as halfway up, I saw that she had also dropped a spoon, and a playful voice said "oh Sasha, help me, I'm already old to crawl under the table, and you're already going for yours."

I couldn't lose such a chance, and moving closer, just as I was about to take the spoon, she pushed it under the chair with her foot "Oh, sorry Sasha, didn't see, accidentally, should I move?"

"No no!! You won't be in the way, it's under your foot" — I touched her leg, urging her to spread it a bit wider and reached out my hand "found it, here it is."

Tamara lifted the tablecloth and spreading her legs as far as the robe allowed — smiled and inquired "where?" — and after pausing "can't see anything" — with these words, she unbuttoned the bottom button of her robe and her legs spread even higher "found it? Give it to me" — and extended her hand — lowering it between her legs towards me.

I raised my gaze, which stopped, resting between her legs — pink fabric of panties — youthful ones, which shouldn't even be on an elderly lady, tightly hugged her pubis, narrowing between her legs, a thin strip covering everything... freezing, understanding the stupidity of the situation.

"Did you find it or not yet?" — her laughter reached me — "completely disappeared, where are you there?" — with these words, she unbuttoned the 2nd button from the bottom, and spread her legs even wider, so that the thin strip on her pussy almost pressed into her slit, but her eyes and laughing face looked at me, and I shifted my gaze from the pubis to her eyes... "Yes... yes... Tamar... found it... here..." — with my hand, I extended the spoon, looking into her eyes.

Without moving her legs and sticking her tongue out at me, Tamara took the spoon — "you took a while, I thought you were lost, or found something else interesting?"

"Nno... I mean yes, well..." — didn't know what to say, obediently accepting the role of the follower.

"And what's there? Seems like there's nothing," — she pretended to spread the robe and looked between her legs at the floor and around — "seems like there's nothing, right?"

Embarrassed by her gaze, I lowered it to her legs, periodically examining her pussy and pubis.

Tamara was amused by the game "well, you're really stuck there... at a lady's legs after going for a spoon."

"Well, with such legs, it's no sin to get stuck," — overcoming my indecision, I went on the offensive — I stroked her leg with my hand from the bottom to the knee.

Tamara stretched out the leg I was stroking — "getting stuck is not enough, if you like it, why don't you kiss it?"

I obediently touched with my lips, smacking loudly with each kiss, I went from the beginning of the foot to the knee, when she stopped — "no, how about offering the lady to move to a more comfortable place, since you're at my feet, I'm tired of sitting... you'll finish kissing on the sofa."

With these words, she stood up and went to the room, and I, getting out from under the table, heard — "bring something tasty" — and taking the pastry I hadn't touched myself, followed.

There was no sofa, but there was a bed, where Tamara plopped down, turning on the TV, having previously closed the curtains on the window.

"The sun is shining, it's hot..." — she immediately explained, not waiting for questions — "and close the door then."

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