mature xxx

I grew up in a small coastal town in New England. My dad worked the fishing boats and his boat sank and took him with it when I was 12, leaving mom and I to go on alone. Mom took a job at the only local employer that offered benefits, Brighton Cannery.

She worked long, hard days as I went to school, trying to etch out an existence for us, although meager. Dad didn’t have any insurance, so she struggled to pay the mortgage and utilities and provide food. Brighton Cannery was a family empire, with canneries all along the coast, but this was the original one and John Brighton III, grandson of the founder, ran the empire from this one.

As I grew up, I became aware of myself physically as well as sexually. I was so excited when my breasts began, but hated it when my periods soon followed. I remember standing in front of the bathroom mirror, for what seemed like hours, constantly watching for enlargement in my chest area, feeling and stroking to notice any minute changes. My breasts never really did grow that much, about the size of a large navel orange was the most I ever got and that occurred when I hit 17. Mom worked all the time it seemed, and I pretty much took care of myself. They would even call her back sometimes after she got home, but she needed her job as supervisor, and went without hesitation. (more…)

Like most young girls, my fancy has always been that of older men.

I am unsure whether its the experience or just the maturity that makes them more appealing than most guys my age, but I have found that most older men tend to flirt more with the younger girls as well. Out of all I have met though, there has only been one to make me weak with just a simple wink.

Steve had been a family friend since I was seven, and I took up with him quite easily from the very beginning. I stayed with him a lot during my parent’s separation, mainly because it was easier on them: it was cheap (he never charged to look after me) and they knew I would be safe.

As I got older, I started going to Steve for advice on stupid girl stuff that I am sure he knew very little about, but he always seemed to say the right thing. I started visiting more, even after I reached the age I could look after myself.
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I’m a sixty year old retired widower with completely gray hair, a little paunch and live in a very nice three bedroom house in Wichita, Kansas. I drive the obligatory, for guys of my age, late model Mercury Grand Marquis. Everyone tells me I am a good-looking guy who has aged well.

If I were trying to describe my interests I would only have to mention two. Travel and reading. I got away from buying the Book of the Month selections and now get most of my reading material from the nearby public library.

I was coming out of the library a few months ago and ran smack into a ton of police cars. The two almost blocking the library doors were from the Sheriffs office and I knew one of the deputies very well.

“Hey Jim, what the hell is going on. Did you come over here to get that instructional book on how to be a good cop?”

“Stuff it Gramps.” He replied with a laugh.

“What’s going on with all of this power?” I queried him.

“Aw, we got a report that some gal we are looking for was spotted here.”

“Well, I just came out of the library and only saw a few kids in there. She might have been down one of the rows I didn’t see.”

“Thanks, we’ll take a look see.” (more…)

Women generally live longer than men, but that is not always true. “The Sunshine Boys”—as we had called ourselves in a joking manner—was composed of four men, all over the age of 65 and all of whom had lost their wives in the past ten years or so, most from things like breast cancer, leukemia, etc. Living in the same neighborhood in northern New Jersey, we all had known each other for many years, but we became much closer when we learned that we had that one thing in common.

I was a retired journalist, Warren was a retired advertising man, Jeff had owned an auto parts business, and Bill had been in government.

We met to play cards and have a couple of drinks about once a week, but we soon found that just living in the old neighborhood was itself a downer. “And the last thing I want to do is move to Florida,” Jeff said. “People go there to die.”

“The real estate market is sky high right now,” Warren said, “We should all sell and get the hell out of New Jersey. Move to someplace where none of us has ever been before. Have a little fun before we die.”
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“You probably think I’m too old for you.”

I paused to consider. The fact was: he was too old for me. He was more than twice my age. I had dated men a little older than me, but I usually stuck with men under thirty. There was also the fact that Aaron was the Santa Claus at the mall where I manage a department store, and while he looked decidedly different, and more attractive, when he was out of his costume, I still couldn’t bring myself to go on a date with Santa.

“A little yes. I mean, you could be my dad.”

The instant I said it, I knew I had hurt his feelings. He laughed, a sad kind of resigned laugh, but I knew he got my point. “I’m not, though, am I?” His voice was low and husky. Something in my stomach flipped, and the thought crossed my mind that his voice probably sounded like that when he woke up in the morning.

“No, you’re not. But you know, I just can’t imagine dating Santa.”

“Well, that’s that then. I’ll just admire you from afar,” he said and offered another unconvincing laugh. I watched as he put his beard and hat back on and began to walk away. He was an attractive man, who easily could have passed for forty instead of over fifty; he was in great shape, made me laugh everyday when we took our evening break together, and had a great way with the kids at the mall. I enjoyed flirting with him in a casual way, but, still, he wasn’t my type, so I dismissed the idea and went back to working on my merchandising plan. (more…)

He stands before me in the kitchen. I know what he wants. He is tall, much taller than me. Broad shouldered, muscled, defined and solid. He fills his navy suit well. A large man. Thick black hair, flecked with grey, and a full beard. He is in his mid 40s. He has come home from the office early, knowing that I would be here. I know what he wants; I long for what he wants. And as he takes my hand and leads me up the stairs, I shiver in excited anticipation of the love we will be making. I am 20 years old, and much smaller than him. When I met him, I was inexperienced. But not now, oh no, not after the months of loving that he has taken me through. Not now.

He sits on the bed, smiles at me, and loosens his tie. I stand in front of him. He grasps me to him, pulling me in between his massive thighs, and we kiss. His mouth is searching, forceful, penetrating. He runs his hands down my back to my buttocks, pulls me against him. His hand slips round my hip to my groin, and he slips it between my legs, stroking and touching at me. The feeling is almost too much, and I whimper into his mouth as he feels me. His hands open my legs, and I throw back my head, gasping at the pleasure as he strokes my thighs. I want him badly! (more…)

Tushar could recollect every moment of that evening. In fact, that’s exactly what he had done during the last couple of months. He had fought against the desire but in the end it had been too much to bear and he had taken the flight to Delhi. He didn’t know whether she would agree or whether it was right to do this. They were such a nice couple…decent and courteous. They were neighbours of his son and daughter-in-law. He guessed, they were of the same age too. A caring husband with a good career, a lovely kid and a nice home…she had everything a woman could ask for. Why will she be interested in him…a old man in his sixties. Whenever he was in Delhi they would come over and meet him. In fact, Rupa came over to his son’s place almost everyday and would always make it a point to include him in their chat. At times her husband, Sunny, would also drop in. It had looked so hopeless so ridiculous, but…

…the animal in him was relentless in its pursuit. No matter how much he tried, it was useless. That evening was still vivid in his mind. The way she had walked into the apartment. She looked stunning in her black long skirt and white top. The more he looked at her the more fascinated he became. She was tall, slim and long legged. (more…)

GOVERNOR: Until I met Katie, I thought I was a happy and contented man. After all, I had everything I thought I had ever wanted. I grew up in a lower middle class family in the Midwest and went to an Ivy League university on a basketball scholarship. At 6′4, I was a fairly good athlete, but I knew not good enough to go professional. After getting my BA, I actually lucked out by joining ranks with a fellow student in forming a telecom company which turned out to be a raging success. We were in the right place at the right time and I was a millionaire before I was 30.

I didn’t think of myself as particularly good looking until I met Katie. I am in great shape without an ounce of fat, but have a very toothy big smile which many girls have termed “geeky.” I wasn’t really a ladies man in high school or college, but did get laid enough to keep me reasonably satisfied. I am blessed (or I used to think cursed) with one of the biggest cocks in the world. It is very thick and measures 13 inches hard and nearly 9 soft. (more…)

I pull my car into the trailhead parking lot. Great, not another car here, I think, as I pull to a shady spot and turn off the ignition. This is a popular spot on the weekends because it is a perfect two day hike into the pools and creek area that the locals call the ’shut-in’. I have a week off and decided to take a couple of days to enjoy the beautiful spring weather. It has been a mild winter, but it always felt good to get out for the first hike of the spring. I get out of the car and pop the trunk open. I reach down and lift out my backpack. The temperature is such that I won’t need the light jacket I am wearing, so I take it off and stuffed it in my pack. The pack isn’t very heavy, since this was just a two day hike. I slip the pack onto my shoulders, make sure the car is locked, and slip the keys into my pocket. (more…)

At 41 Jack was in very good shape. He stood six one and weighed in at just over 200 pounds. Height weight comparisons said he should weigh less however his body fat had been measured at a low level and so he dedicated his body to the gym on an almost daily basis and therein stayed fit.

As he jogged on the treadmill he say Katie get on a treadmill opposite him. The gym was laid out so that two banks of treadmills and elliptical machines faced each other with a walkway down the middle. The walkway extended to the front door and people jokingly called it the runway referencing the runway fashion models walk. In truth both men and women enjoyed watching people pass in front of them as they entered the gym or left their machines for the weight room that was to the rear. (more…)

Mike was what you would call “manly”. At 38 he still looked 20. When I was 18 I applied for an internship at his law firm. When I received the position and met the man I was working for, I couldn’t wait to go out and buy business suits and shorten the skirts until they were so short I could hardly move without giving him a view. The first day of work I showed up in a red top and short black skirt. I went into Mike’s office trying to look coy. He glanced up at me, looked back down at his paper, then quickly looked up again. I saw his eyes linger on my skirt and I saw the look of lust flash in his eyes. He stood up and shook my hand and I looked up at him, licked my lips and batted my eyelashes. After just a few days of work, Mike asked me to be his “personal helper”. I was very eager to do this since most of what I thought about all day was how to seduce him. (more…)

Lucy straightened her black skirt and checked her tight white blouse one more time, before entering his office. “He” was Maxwell, the man about to give her an interview for a job she so wanted to get. As she entered his office, she felt his eyes upon her. Her skirt was short, which showed the tops of her black silk stockings - the kind that were hold - ups, with lace around the tops.

He signalled for her to take a seat, opposite his long, solid oak wood desk. As she sat, her skirt rose a little, exposing her long sexy, stocking-clad legs. Lucy saw Maxwell lick his lips with a look of desire in his eye. Maxwell found this young, fresh 18 year old very sexy and hot! He was a balding 52 year old, with bushy brows and beard, and quite porky-looking. (more…)

It was an early day for me. I’d left the client’s office with a task list and intended on spending the next three or four hours at home, outlining the project. Depending upon the workload, and whether or not the client really needed me to do the work on-site, I’d often cut loose early and take the work home, where I could concentrate uninterrupted for the rest of the afternoon. This started out to be one of those afternoons, but transformed quickly into a day I’d remember for the rest of my life.

As I approached the street where we lived I saw what looked like my stepson Jimmy’s car turn the corner from our street and onto the main road about 75 yards ahead of me. He looked like he was in a hurry and seemed to be alone in his Jeep. Jim was a good kid, a little fast as a driver and a lot fast with the girls at his high school. Currently a junior, he’d been having sex with girls a grade ahead of him since he was a freshman, and had just the right mix of cocky attitude, good looks, good humor and flattery to charm the panties off his seemingly endless supply of fresh pussy. (more…)

I was making my rounds in an electric cart of a local supermarket, picking up a few things for dinner, minding my own business … and keeping an eye out for a shapely bottom or a full-sized breast or just a pretty face when … I caught a glimpse of all three in the same jeans-and-vee-neck-blouse ahead of me.

I followed her up the aisle, slowly, savoring the narrowness at her waistline, the way she rounded out the backside of her jeans and, yes, the more-than-handful globes in her blouse, much of which appeared in the loose fitting, deep vee cut of her blouse. The black material set off the tanned-and-freckled skin of her boobs very well.

Then I got a good look at her face and my heart-rate quickly doubled. She was gorgeous. She had magnificent blue eyes, blonde hair (although it appeared that it was probably not her original color) cut very attractively so that it just broke in curls on her shoulders. Her makeup was impeccably done, in either perfect lines or smoothly fading changes as the case might be. Her skin was as smooth as silk with no visible blemishes.

I rode toward her slowly, savoring her loveliness. When I got near, she spotted me and gave me a quick smile of apology as she moved her basket to the side of the aisle. I told her I wasn’t in a rush and that she was not in my way but she just smiled. So reluctantly I rode on past her. (more…)

I was recently divorced and needing a change when I saw the ad online. “Live-in nanny needed A.S.A.P!” It read. Noticing that it was in the New Jersey area, I decided to check it out. I had been living in the Midwest, and I couldn’t think of a bigger change. I hadn’t had any formal nanny experience, but I loved kids and I had taken some childcare courses in college. Deciding to take a risk, I sent in my resume and continued on with my job search. Little did I know how much my life was about to change.

I received a phone call a few days later, and I was shocked that I had even been considered. I had honestly forgotten all about applying. The call actually came from the family’s current nanny, Beatrice. After introducing herself and asking a few preliminary questions, Beatrice went on to explain the situation. Apparently, she had been the nanny ever since the parents had gotten divorced and the children’s father had needed help when he had the kids every few days.

“Wait a minute,” I interrupted.

“Yes, dear?” she replied. (more…)

At my age, 56, sex with a young girl means someone who’s 40 or maybe even 36. Anyone younger than that you start to feel as if you are committing some sort of crime and will be busted by the police and end up in prison as some guy’s bitch. Maybe that’s what keeps some of us “in line.” I’ve been single for ten years now and have dated numerous women although that special one has been quite elusive.

I’ve kept myself in pretty good shape. Although I’ve never been a runner I do jog on a daily basis and go to the gym when the weather precludes outdoor activity, like all winter long.

I live in a town of about 24,000 people and the section I live in the houses are all on lots of at least a half acre so no one lives on top of someone else. Even so I’ve gotten to know my neighbors pretty well over the years. There’s always some activity going on at the large grassy park near the center of town and we all tend to congregate there and exchange stories.
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I thought a sunny day was the last thing I needed.

The added heat was almost too much. The movers had done a lot of the work before they left but unpacking was taking extra long. I turned around and almost face-planted, “Jason! Please go find something to do for a minute or two.” With my young son Jason under my feet the whole time I was considering calling it a day. It’s been just Jason and I for over a year and I thought I could handle it. Being 37 didn’t deter me from being a good father, my job kept me in shape and I always figured I could land a good woman. That is until I was forced to move and stress took over. Isn’t a better job always a good reason to move? Well no, not always. I had two good reasons for moving, my ex-wife and her new husband being in the same city as me was the other. I wasn’t happily single, but happier this way than married. I’ll spare the details but lets just say my one wish in life is to never see my ex-wife again. (more…)

My name is Nancy and I am a nurse. I specialize in the care of the elderly and handicapped, but at the beginning of my career, I had to deal with everything: emergencies, trauma, surgeries, etc. In one way or another, the yearning to save lives drives us, or at least, to make the difference, even for one patient. Making my rounds, I see many patients whose conditions will never improve: paraplegics, cancer or AIDS patients, diabetics, old men and women; you know, the hopeless ones. This is the reason for my story.

My shifts have tended to be late in the evenings, nights and just before dawn. That makes me very requested in emergency rooms, but there are days, or really nights, where I only have to bathe or observe terminal patients or those with long-term hospitalization. I suppose that the worst are the victims of severe burns, because for them, there is neither day nor night, since their pains don’t allow them to sleep, and to them, unlike cancer patients, we could not give them morphine. The patients that have left an impression on me are usually very young or particularly attractive, in their majority, men, but some women do shock me with their predicaments. (more…)

If you’re in the book publishing field—which I am—the major event of the year is the annual book fair in Frankfurt, Germany, which always occurs around the middle of October. Since my company pays all of the expenses, I always go to it and bring back at least a dozen book ideas in which our company may be interested.

But this time, as long as I was over there, I also wanted to spend a couple of days in Paris, my favorite city, before coming back.

So, in addition to the lavish room at the Frankfurter Four Seasons, the company had made arrangements for me to have a first class sleeper compartment on the 8 p.m. express international train from Frankfurt to Paris at the end of the fair. I did not like flying on European airlines and much preferred to travel by train.

After settling into the compartment of the international express, I followed my usual routine of walking from one end of the train to another. I have always like walking and do not like being cooped up in a limited space.

I was halfway through one of the second class couchette cars when I came upon a young woman standing in the hallway and looking out the dark window. She was slender and dark-haired and was wearing corduroy trousers and a green jacket. She looked like a very young Juliette Binoche or perhaps even Sophie Marceau, two French actresses I admired. She certainly looked French. “Pardonez-moi,” I said as I passed her, and she said “Oui.” (more…)

The night we met was the last day of my second semester; I was still a Freshman at my local JC. I knew that I had failed my last final for the day and my best friend ‘Lo’ had been begging me all week to go to a party with her that night. The party was for her ex-boyfriend’s birthday. He had been trying to get back with her for months and finally guilt her into the commitment, but she didn’t want to go alone. I really didn’t want to go, but she was always doing things that she didn’t want to do for me, so I felt obligated to her. We both knew that all of her ex’s friends just wanted to get me drunk so that they could get into my pants. The thing is that I know myself, and knew that if I did get drunk enough I would do allot of things that I wouldn’t do if I was sober. Of course she begged me, and I finally said yes. She knew that I was trying to rid myself of boy drama and was not looking forward to this party.
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Tara raked manicured fingers through her long chestnut hair as she sat waiting inside the tiny bus depot. Tugging on the handle of the lone bag at her feet Tara glanced at the clock on the wall. “Where is that bus?” she wondered to herself. Tara looked out the window, wishing for her bus to appear, and noted how beautiful the November sky looked. The weather had been unusually warm for that time of year. Finally, after what seemed like forever a bus pulled into the parking lot.

“Please let that be mine.” Tara mumbled silently.

The bus driver poked his head in the door of the bus depot.

“Now boarding for Pittsburgh” he said loudly.

Tara gathered up her bag and made her way to the bus, and quickly found a window seat, kicking her bag underneath as she sat down. Tara stared out the window and became lost in thought. It was a short time later when she vaguely heard someone speaking to her.

“Is this seat taken?” a gentle voice asked.

“Miss, is this seat taken?” he asked again.

“No, no it isn’t” she answered him finally.

Wow, not bad looking for an old fart Tara thought to herself as he sat down next to her.

“My name is John” he said holding his hand out to her. (more…)

As Erin walked into the classy bar, she realized she was out of place. The older gentlemen were in their designer suits, drinking martinis and smoking cigars. She realized that most of them were her father’s age and instead of exciting her it repulsed her. At 20, Erin was gorgeous although she would never admit it.

Her long blonde hair, if left undone, would cascade down her shoulders. Unfortunately she always kept it in a tight ponytail or bun. Her body was toned and curvy, with muscular legs and an outstanding waist. Years of swimming had given her body just enough muscle to look sexy, although her breasts made her look like a porn star. At 5′4″ her breasts were a size 40DD, large and firm, and all real. Erin had always thought of her breasts as a hindrance but had come to love them. (more…)

Pete was old. He didn’t feel old, he didn’t think old, but when he looked in the mirror each morning, he saw a face older than he felt himself to be. It was perplexing.

But two facts reminded him daily, he wasn’t young any more. Each morning he woke up aching, and rolled out of bed. He had to stretch for several minutes to get the kinks out before he could start moving. There was that, and the matter of sex; a fond memory from the distant past.

Pete had an old boss once, who said he still chased girls, but couldn’t remember why. When Pete was young, he didn’t understand this. Now he understood perfectly. But he still liked to look at the ladies. He thought that must be built into his genes. Everything else might be a distant memory, but at least he still had his eyes.

The local recreation center had an olympic-size swimming pool, reserved for adults weekday mornings. When Pete retired, he and his wife started going there. It gave them some exercise, and something to occupy their time.

Most of the morning swimmers were retirees like themselves, and many made it a daily habit. A few serious exercisers swam laps, but most of the regulars congregated in separate groups of men and women, some exercising while they talked, others just treading water and shooting the breeze. (more…)

Linda looked around the classroom, filled with over 200 first-year students. My God, she thought to herself, how am I going to get any personal attention out of this class? I enrolled in this university because it sold itself as having an average class size of 25. I guess I’ll have to remind myself what an average is.

She glanced up when the professor entered the room. Ummmm. Not bad, she mused; must be 30 something, maybe 40. Kinda young to be a full professor. He looks nice in that suit, and those sloping shoulders must mean he works out lifting weights. This may be interesting after all.

Linda, 18 going on 30, had a body to die for and a face to match — a long, slender neck on which an oval shaped face reposed. Her soft auburn hair was done in a pony tail, emphasizing the long lines of her neck and the shape of her face. She had piercing blue eyes that missed little and intimidated many. Those eyes sparkled as she contemplated Professor Roger Adams speculatively. She noted the ring on his ring finger but dismissed it as a minor obstacle.

Married men, single men, boys — all had fallen under her sway since she had been a budding teenager. She had sharpened her skills of seduction during high school and felt capable of getting any live man into bed, as long as he was straight. (more…)

It was simply called The Club, something that the members often joked about. It was a total lack of creativity, just the thing one would expect from an organization founded by mining engineers well over a hundred years ago now. Then the bankers had taken it over, eventually joined by lawyers and doctors, until The Club was the premier social organization in the city. You had to be invited in by another member, and then screened by a board. The fee was exorbitant, but the connections, access, and perks it bought were well worth it. Or so everybody that was a member tried to convince themselves.

Jonathan had been a member for years now, and the price did not even register anymore. Years ago, he had written it off as a business expense, but it was more of a social thing, since most of his friends were members as well.

One such group of friends meet every two weeks, usually for golf and lunch. But today it was only lunch, the late winter weather not really supporting the whole golf thing.

“We should go to Hilton Head or something, get out of town for a long weekend.” Randy had made his money in trees. With a city ordinance that required trees to be planted according to a complicated formula based on square footage of building space, he was guaranteed to be in business for a while. The city was growing. (more…)