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Who would have thought?
I certainly didn’t. I grew up in an era where you did not play with yourself. Not good girls and boys. So all these years, I never masturbated.
Sometime around my fifty-third birthday, I just happened to wake up horny as all hell. I had been single for years, and I dated very little, so I was pretty much living the life of a nun. Just when I thought I should be through menopause with a dead libido, all I could think about was sex. Christ, I tingled all the time. A good-looking man made my nipples hard, and no – menopause was not in sight. Good breeding stock, I guess you might say.
I found this erotic literature site on the net, and I started reading the stories I found there. Oh, and I have a secret…shhhh… come closer… I looked at the porn videos, too. When I tell you I was horny – I was really, really horny.
This went on for a few months. I kept thinking the urges would go away. I read more sex stories than I care to admit to reading. One night I was sitting at my desk, reading a non-consensual themed piece, when I realized my tingling sensation had turned into an out and out throbbing of my clit.
I stupidly looked around (I live alone, so that made perfect sense). I unzipped my jeans and eased them down my hips. I leaned back on my office chair, spread my legs, took my right hand and pressed into my crotch.
I swear I could feel heat, and my clit throbbed more and more. I started rubbing the entire area, like trying to scratch an itch. Nothing was helping. Oh God, could I really do this?
I got to the really steamy part in the story where the guy just started to run his finger up and down the woman’s slit. I slid my hand inside my panties and ran my finger up and down. I literally did what the male character was doing – until I plunged my middle finger inside my hot hole.
I never knew just how satisfying that could feel. Moving it in and out, and then adding a second finger, I continued to fuck myself. It was good. It was so damn good. The more I kept reading, the more I went at it, and the wetter I became. But, something was still missing.
The throbbing had continued. I knew it was my clit calling to me. Although it had been years, I vaguely remembered the absolute pleasure of a man’s tongue as he hit my clit. Could I do that?
I removed my fingers from my dripping hole and slowly ran them up my slit, searching for the hard knob at the top of it. The first time I hit it, I let out a very audible gasp. God, it felt good.
I leaned back further, spread my legs wider and started making slow circles around my clit. Every so often, I would rub it and my body would jump. By now, I had stopped reading. My eyes were half closed and I was rubbing my clit in what was approaching a very frenzied pace. I took my left hand, slid it under my bra and began rolling, pinching and tugging at my very hard nipples.
Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, occasionally sliding my two fingers back in. When it hit, it hit hard. I almost fell off the chair. I started panting and my back arched. In the back of my mind, I could hear this peculiar sound. It took me a moment to realize it was me, moaning. I was in self-fucking heaven as I brought myself to orgasm.
What the hell was wrong with our parents, telling us this was a bad thing? I felt so warm, tingly all over and very, very satisfied. From that day forward, except when I had my period, I got myself off at least once a day.
This went on for a few months. My hand was fast becoming my best friend. And I was happy – cumming on my own terms, no demands, but still I wanted more.
One night, I couldn’t sleep. That’s something that sometimes happens to the “mature” female. I turned on the television to find something boring enough to send me back to sleep. As soon as the screen came on, my eyes shot wide open.
Two gorgeous women were talking about sex toys. It was an infomercial for god damn sex toys! Holy shit! And they used to censor Barbara Eden’s navel?
Have you ever seen one of these? Do you have any idea how many dildos, vibrators, clit stimulators, magic bullets and fake pussies there are out there? Have you ever seen a thirteen inch black dildo? I mean, holy crap! I guess I really had led a sheltered life.
This show went on for an hour. Her toys, his toys, their toys. When did sex become this much fun? God, I was jealous. I wanted to play like that too. Well? Well? Why couldn’t I?
Thus began my search for the perfect toy. I scoured websites and watched this show when I couldn’t sleep. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t bring myself to order one and have it delivered. What if the packaging was damaged and the mailman could see what it was? What if it ended up at the neighbor’s house? And then, which one should I get — battery operated or electric?
Samantha, on Sex in the City, swore by her rabbit. Well, if it was good enough for her….
The Christmas season came upon us, and I was doing some marathon shopping canlı bahis with my twenty-seven year old daughter. We were at our favorite mall, not hurrying, going in and out of all the stores.
We ended up at a popular novelty gift shop. Anything that was a tad off-color could be found here.
I was mindlessly looking up and down the aisles, when I spotted him. My heart started to race. He was gorgeous. He was firm, not too slender, about six inches long, pink and with pearls – my rabbit. I knew I had to have him.
But how could I do this? My daughter and I left the store and I asked where she wanted to go next. Thankfully, she wanted to go into a shop around the corner that I had no interest in going to. We agreed to meet at the food court in thirty minutes.
So picture this, a fifty-something year old grandmother waiting for her daughter to disappear around the corner, so I could sneak back into the shop. I got to the back of the store and waited for the aisle to clear. When I saw the chance, I quickly grabbed him off the rack. As I started to walk towards the checkout counter, I saw the clerks were two young girls.
I can’t do this. I’ll look ridiculous. I looked around and picked up a bachelorette party card and some gift wrap. That’s it! It’s a gag gift! Still feeling uneasy, I laid the items on the counter, with the rabbit on the bottom. I know I was totally red-faced.
“Do you need batteries for this vibe?”
Could she have asked the question any louder?
“Batteries,” I giggled nervously. “I guess that would complete the gift. Hey, do you girls think this is an embarrassing enough gag gift?”
“Gag gift? Heck, I’d use it.”
Everything paid for; I hid this bag inside another with other purchases I had already made. I walked around the corner to meet my daughter, now praying she would want to cut the shopping trip short.
When I got home, I was too excited to do anything. I removed my shiny pink rabbit from its box. I carefully studied the directions, washed it accordingly and let it sit on the counter to air dry. I could feel myself begin to grow wet.
That evening, I decided to treat myself. I took a glass of wine with me into the bathroom. I took a nice hot shower, shaved all over, applied lotion, perfumed myself, and put on a sexy black nightgown, as if preparing for a date. I turned on some soft music, lit the candles around my bedroom, and turned down the lights. I sat cross-legged in the middle of my bed – me, my battery-operated friend, and my bottle of K-Y warming oil.
I plumped the pillows and lay back, sipping my wine, and rubbing my breasts. My nipples hardened almost immediately. As I lay back a little more, my nightgown slid up, exposing my pussy to the cool air. My hand traveled slowly down my belly to my freshly shaved V. I moved slowly, sensuously, starting to make myself feel good.
Slipping my finger in the top of my slit, I began gentle circles around my clit. God this felt good – my breasts, my clit, and then sliding one finger deep inside. Mmmm…
I reached for the rabbit. I was wet, but lets face it – this was cold, hard plastic. I popped the lid on the K-Y and drizzled it over the shaft. I took another sip of wine, spread my legs and bent them at the knee.
Slowly, very, very slowly, I began to insert my new found friend. God, this felt good. I hadn’t had anything this big in a long, long time. I moved it in and out a few times, adjusting to its size, before flipping the vibrator switch.
This thing moved like no man. The shaft moved and the middle section sort of spun around. I carefully increased the speed every minute or so, until it was running on high. Moving it in and out, I could hear the wetness over the sound of the music.
I reached over and flipped the clit stimulator switch. It felt like an electric current hit me. I adjusted so that every time I pushed it in, it hit my clit just right. Oh, this was so good. On and on, in and out, I was getting a great fuck. I decided to turn the clit stimulator on high.
Okay, that did it. The vibrations on my clit soon sent me up that huge hill on the roller coaster ride. As I started falling, my whole body tensed and I screamed with pleasure. I kept fucking it in and out, until I couldn’t take it any more.
Holy Mary Mother of God – I was in love.
Considering how long and cold winters can be in the northeast, I kept myself feeling very warm and fuzzy. Only once did my daughter drop in, while my toy was sitting out. There are just some things daughters do not want to know.
Winter turned to spring and soon the long holiday weekends were upon us. My friends invited me to a pig roast, being hosted by friends of theirs. It was going to be extremely casual, music, drinking, and some people camping out over night. It was just what I needed.
The party started at one, but Gail and her husband picked me up at three, because we knew we would not eat until six. Their friends were very nice, but I still bahis siteleri felt like a fifth wheel. The music was great. I walked around, watched some guys play horseshoes, and finally settled at a picnic table.
I only half-noticed the man sitting at the end of the table, opposite me. He had a couple of young women teasing him and calling him “Johnny.” He got up with them and walked away, as I was finishing my Yuengling beer.
I was sort of lost in the music when a fresh bottle of beer was set down in front of me. I looked up and there was “Johnny” settling on the bench next to me.
This was not a man I would normally be attracted to, purely because of his size. He was about 5’9″ tall and very slender. Now, I am not a small woman – never have been, but I was never wanting for the attention of men. I am just normally attracted to larger men. But then he spoke.
“You looked like you were ready for another one.”
My god, this man had a voice that could be used for phone sex. It was not too deep, but so rich in tone. His eyes were the color of chestnuts, he had brown salt and pepper hair, and a moustache that was more gray, than not.
“I’m John,” he said, extending his hand.
“Hi, I’m Jeanne.” There was something about him. He made me smile.
We sat in the warm sun, just people-watching and chatting. I guess it was inevitable that two older people would end up sitting and talking. It was nice to be able to bring up something from the sixties or seventies, and actually have him get the joke.
Within a very short time, we were laughing like old friends. I was so comfortable. He was smart, funny and kind. We found we had similar tastes in music and books. We also had very similar backgrounds.
Every so often a young woman would come over and kiss “Johnny” on the cheek, tease him, or ask him if he needed anything. John almost looked embarrassed by the attention they were paying him.
“Those are my girls” he said.
I smiled. “You don’t have to explain.”
“No, I want to. We all work together. The girls call me ‘Johnny.’ Only a few special people can get away with that with me.”
We spent the next hour or so talking about anything and everything.
My friends showed up to get me for dinner, and as I stood to leave, John said, “Are you staying? Will I see you later?”
“I guess. I rode with my friends, so I’m kind of at their mercy.”
“Okay – see you around the fire.”
As I walked off with my friends, I started to get the third degree.
“Okay, spill. Who was that?”
“John? Just a guy. We kept each other company.”
“Did he ask you out?”
“What? No – don’t be silly. Besides, he’s really not my type.”
We kept on walking, but little did I know, John was watching me leave.
I guess I must have been staring at her ass. I know I was fascinated with the easy grace of her movements. She was what some people would call “pleasingly plump,” “voluptuous,” or “curvy,” but she was definitely not “fat” as she had called herself. She was, however, thicker than any of the women I had ever been with. But I thought she was beautiful, and I really enjoyed talking to her. I was busy watching her, so I didn’t notice one of my girls sitting down next to me.
“Johnny?” she said.
I must not have heard her.
I still was not paying any attention to the pretty young girl sitting next to me, concentrating instead on how Jeanne moved, and on my memory of how nice it had been to talk with her.
“Earth to Johnny, Earth to Johnny, come in Johnny,” Sami said, as she touched my cheek with her finger.
I was startled. I turned to see one of my girls sitting next to me. “I’m sorry, Sweetheart, I didn’t notice you sit down. How long have you been there?”
“Long enough to see the look on your face,” Sami giggled.
“Look? What look?”
“What look?” Sami asked. “The same look you gave us girls when you picked us up to bring us here today. The look you gave me when you first saw me today in my halter top and booty shorts. The same look you gave Tina and Carey when you saw they weren’t wearing bras under their t-shirts when the water balloon battle started earlier today. The look of a man who sees something he likes. So, who is she?”
“Who is who?” I asked, still a little confused.
Then it dawned on me. I had been staring at Jeanne’s ass, and Sami caught me.
Sami giggled. “You’re a lousy liar. You can’t put on a poker face to save your ass. I’m talking about the woman you were just talking to, the woman whose butt you were drooling over when she walked away just now. Who was she?”
I replied, feeling myself blush, “Oh, you mean Jeanne? I wasn’t drooling. I don’t know who she is, really. I just met her. She’s here with some friends.”
“You were talking with her for quite a while,” Sami said. “You were sitting really close to her. Do you like her?”
I replied, “I was sitting bahis şirketleri close to her so I could hear her. The music’s pretty loud, and you kids make a lot of noise. And to answer your second question, yes, I enjoyed talking with her.”
“Enjoyed talking with her? I wondered if you were gonna kiss her. Are you two gonna hook up? I haven’t seen you stare at someone’s ass that way since last summer when we all went swimming at the lake. We wore our skimpiest bikinis to tease you. Remember? We got a kick out of watching you watching us, trying to hide your hard-on. Do you have a hard-on now?” Sami teased.
“Sami! What kind of a question is that to ask?” I said, feeling a bit embarrassed. I realized that I was feeling a little stirring down below, and it wasn’t because of Sami.
“Are you going to ask her out? She’s kind of pretty, in an old sort of way,” Sami said.
“That’s not nice, Sami! Jeanne’s not old. She’s three years younger than me.”
Sami was still giving me a naughty, knowing smile. “Then she’s the perfect age for you. I think you should go for it. Is she single? If you like her, and if you think she’s sexy, you should so try to hook up with her. How long has it been since you’ve slept with a woman? I bet she’d fuck you if you asked her.”
“Sami! How did we get from me talking with her to me fucking her? I don’t just walk up to women I’ve never met before and ask them to sleep with me. She’d probably slap my face.”
“What makes you so sure? She certainly looked like she liked you. I bet you could hook up with her if you’d get off your ass and try to get with her. You’re a charming guy. You know us girls all think you’re cute for an old guy. You deserve to get some loving every once in a while. Besides, you already took the first step.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
Sami said, “You said you’d see her at the bonfire later tonight. I heard you. She nodded her head when you said it. That’s when you make your move. That’s when you turn on your charm and see if you can get her to sleep with you. You brought a tent big enough for four people. Tina, Carey and I can sleep in someone else’s tent tonight and you can bed down with Jeanne and see if you can get some. I’ll go talk to them right now. We sure don’t want to be cock-blockers for you. And don’t argue with me. I know you well enough to see that you’d jump at the chance to get a piece of that ass you were staring at. If there’s anything we can do to help, let us know.”
With that, Sami laughed, gave me a peck on the cheek and a thumbs up, and ran off to bring Tina and Carey up to speed on her newly-hatched conspiracy to get me laid.
I hadn’t been thinking about Jeanne that way at all. But now that Sami had called me out, I had to admit that I was pretty attracted to Jeanne. But, could I be that forward? I was way past the age of pretending to be a player. I was way past the age of trying to initiate a one-night stand. Besides, I didn’t even know if Jeanne was single, and I certainly didn’t know if she was interested in me as anything more than someone her own age to talk with. But, maybe….
“Oh, don’t be an idiot, John,” I thought. “Don’t make a fool of yourself.” But I did enjoy talking to her, and she seemed to like talking to me. She was attractive, and I remembered how she touched my hand a few times as we talked when she was trying to make a point about something she said.
I decided to seek her out to see if she wanted to hang out and talk some more. The bonfire would be a perfect setting. It would be fairly quiet, calm, and romantic. Romantic? Here I go again. I just met her, for crying out loud!
I felt a hand on my shoulder. Turning, I saw my three girls.
“We have it all worked out for you,” Sami said with a wicked smile on her face.
“Carey and I are sleeping in that huge 9-man tent over there,” Tina said, pointing to the far corner of the yard. “It belongs to my cousin and her family, and they have a couple of empty spaces. You should see this thing. It even has separate rooms. We’ll be able to come and go as we please through the screened-in front area, and we won’t have to sleep crowded in with strangers.”
“Yeah, assuming we ever go to bed,” Carey said. “I was here last year, and only the old people ever went to bed. Them and the people who hooked up with someone interesting.”
“This is exactly why we’re moving our stuff out of your tent. You’re old, and you’re hooking up with someone interesting,” Sami laughed. “But, guess where I’ll be?”
“I have no idea, sweetheart,” I answered.
“See that tent right next to yours?” Sami smiled. “I’ll be in there, actually lying about three feet away from you. Just so you know, if you guys get loud, I’ll hear you.”
“What do you mean, if we get loud?” I asked, immediately regretting the question.
“Come on, don’t act innocent. Maybe she’s a screamer,” Sami said as the others began to giggle.
“Knock it off, girls! That’s not funny,” I said, indignantly.
“I wasn’t trying to be funny, Johnny,” Sami said with a gleam in her eye. “I’m just saying that if you play your cards right, and if you do it right, I should be able to at least hear some moaning and whimpering.”
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