mature xxx

Went to work for her that summer, I was a teenage kid far from home. I was 19 years old, about 5′8″, short brown hair, blue eyes, and pretty muscular. I saw the help wanted flier on a telephone pole. ‘Help wanted. I need a strong young man to help out a widowed middle aged woman with chores around the house.’ I called the number that was on the bottom of the flier. When she answered the phone I almost couldn’t speak.

“Hello” she spoke in a soft voice.

“Hello, my name is Kristofer Hawk, and I was enquiring about the job you have posted on the fliers.” I replied with a little nervousness in my voice.

“Ok Kristofer, can you meet me as the address on the flier and I would like to interview you, can’t be to careful now a days.” She replied (more…)

“Hi Alan!” There was no mistaking Carmen Fuller’s low, sultry voice as he took off his helmet. Looking back over his shoulder, he let the motorcycle rest on its kickstand. His gaze sweeping over her, instantly taking notice of the way her fling skirt was swaying, exposing most of her tanned thighs as she walked toward him. His eyes lingered at the hem of her dress.

“Hey. You look good. Going out?” he asked, stretching his legs out as he sat, leaning back against the bike.

“Going out? She laughed. “No, I just stopped in for a few things on my way home but thank you for the compliment. What about you?” she added, stepping up to the rear of the bike, running her hand along the chrome seat frame. The metal was cool, unyielding, and smooth as she curled her long fingers around the tube. Slowly moving her hands up and down, caressing the metal.
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The summer of 1988 brought about a few changes to my life, the first was I had broken up with my girlfriend of three years. We dated through high school, explored our sexuality together and eventually out grew each other. The next week, I pissed my mother off by taking a year off instead of going to college as was originally planned. I was going to work construction for the summer and fall, take unemployment in the winter, work construction next summer and then go on to college.

I think what pissed her off the most was the fact that I was now going to spend my free nights drinking and partying as often as I could with my friends before most of them leave for their various schools. She was right, night after night we would get together on some old back road and drink cheap beer, if we were lucky someone scored some decent weed.
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The summer rain shower had caught him completely off guard. He had to run outside and drive the old tractor into the barn to keep the rain from getting into the motor. It had begun to pour and he couldn’t help getting soaked, but he didn’t mind, the rain was a cool reprieve from the intense July heat.

She watched him from the kitchen window. It was early still and she stood there wearing one of his old t-shirts which she always wore to bed when she spent occasional weekends with him on his farm. She studied him as he drove the old tractor into the barn and shut the door. The rain had drenched him through and the color of his skin and the shape of his muscles could be seen through his white t-shirt. He was wearing his favorite Levi’s; the ones that were a little tight in the crotch showing off one of his better assets. She couldn’t help but tremble a little and she bit her bottom lip as he climbed over the barn gate, landing on the other side with little effort. She loved the way he carried himself, the way he moved, like rugged poetry, with the confidence of a god. (more…)

I was randy as hell one day and made up my mind I was going to get laid that afternoon, one way or another. If I had to drive into to town and pick up someone at a bar, I would. But first, I had decided I would see if I could attract someone locally.

My beach house is rather isolated. It’s the only one for about half a mile in either direction. I know this will change over time. This undiscovered barrier island on the Gulf Coast will eventually be over developed and become like all the rest — an over crowded tourist venue. But for now, it was secluded and peaceful and I loved it. Sure, fishermen would drive by along the beach, or sometimes even set up to surf fish right in front of my place; but not often. Mostly, the beach was deserted, with just a few people walking along the surf every so often.

I had determined I would put my beach blanket just at the foot of the dunes where the wooden walk from my cottage ends. That put me about fifty yards from the water, and I decided I would sunbath and see if I attracted any attention that way. I was willing to take anything that came along that half resembled a good looking man from eighteen to eighty, as long as he could get it up and satisfy me. (more…)

I had only been on the job as superintendent of the apartment building in Miami a couple of weeks. My job consists of maintaining the common areas of the buildings interior and attending to the simple everyday problems with plumbing, electrical and a myriad of other small items in the tenants apartments. Generally speaking, I was a handy man. For 30 odd years I was a highly paid engineer. I got tired of the rat race and chucked it all, my wife included. We never had children and since I gave her everything she didn’t mind too much.

My third week on the job found me changing the filters in the return portion of the air conditioning system. There are three air returns in the hallway on each floor. Mid-morning found me on the second floor right next to the elevator. An extremely small man in his late sixties engaged me in conversation as he waited for the elevator. He introduced himself as Hal in apartment 214. The elevator came and he let it go without him, explaining he thought his wife was right behind him. (more…)

Oh, God! I just wanted to hide! I wished with all my heart that the Earth would just open up and swallow me. This must be a dream. How could I have ever gotten myself into a situation like this?

Tawdry! Unseemly!

Look at them out there. Four young men dressed in their work jeans and boots leaned on their picks and shovels - Boys, really. They were all in their late teens or early twenties. Each was shirtless on this unexpectedly hot and humid day in early September. The sun gleamed off of their youthful sweaty bodies.

Jerry was the oldest at twenty-four and the other three were standing around him and listening with what appeared to be almost hero worship. I couldn’t hear what was being said as I peered out from between the curtains of my bedroom, but I had a pretty good idea. (more…)

My wife and I recently divorced after 30 years of marriage and I told my boss to go to hell. I just got fed up with the bullshit. I’ve done everything anyone asked me to do all my life. I decided right, wrong or indifferent I would spend the rest of my years doing what I wanted to do.

That’s what brought me to Miami. I have always loved the ocean breezes. I noticed a job in the Sunday classified section for a superintendent in a small exclusive apartment building on the beach. This was the beginning of the best years of my life to date.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m no hunk. I look like any guy 53 years old. My hair is mostly gray and really thinning especially in the back. I’m 6 feet tall and weight 200 pounds and can still button a size 34 waist pants.

I’ve also never been, nor am I now a skirt chaser. Women and sex were the last things on my mind when I applied for and took this job. But, in the first three days on my new job I not only got the drift of what some of the tenants considered part of my duties as a super, but got a whole new appreciation of women much older than myself. (more…)

“I’m thinking about joining the swim team,” Mike announced over dinner one night.

The mere mention of a high school swim team brought back a flood of memories for Dana, Mike’s mom. She had first met Todd, Mike’s dad, during their senior year in high school when he was on the swim team.

Mike had been a late bloomer nearly all his life. Throughout his first three years of high school he hadn’t shown much interest in activities or much of anything. He preferred to spend his time just hanging out with friends. Finally, near the end of his junior year he became interested in swimming when he developed a crush on one of the girls on the school’s swim team.

At the mere suggestion of his possible interest in swimming Dana encouraged Mike. She told him all about his dad’s background as a competitive swimmer and suggested that perhaps those talents might run in the family. She was so excited to see Mike interested in something that she desperately wanted to encourage him without pushing him too hard.

All through the summer after his junior year he visited the pool and swam more and more often. Dana knew he had been meeting some members of the swim team and working out with them at the school’s pool as the school year approached. However, he didn’t mention the idea of officially joining the team again until the end of summer and the start of his senior year.

He had just turned 18 and Dana was overjoyed with the fact that he was showing an interest in something. Deep down she was concerned for him since he certainly didn’t have the body or look of a swimmer and she wasn’t sure he was going to be interested enough to stick with this for the full season. She hoped he wasn’t setting himself and his teammates up for disappointment later.

Mike wasn’t fat at all, but he had never been overly athletic. He had always preferred just hanging out with his friends to doing any sort of organized sports or activities. He certainly didn’t have the muscle development that swimmers needed, but Dana hid all of that and was very supportive of his announcement hoping that things would work out for the best. (more…)

Hello, I’m Dave Bishop. In a recent story I explained about a situation where my friend Ken allowed me to watch him with a beautiful older woman, Brenda, in the office of his liquor store.

It was after this that I got the idea to advertise and see if I could meet more women in the older age bracket. You may want to read this story (It Pays to Advertise) to get an appreciation of how much I like older women? I have still to write up what happened to the other two women who replied to my ad. I have seen Brenda since then and she was just as good as she was the first time… unbelievable in fact.

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Let me explain what I do for a living:

In my line of work I get to see some of the world’s most beautiful tourist destinations… and I don’t have to spend one cent of my own money doing it. Some people would say “Great life if you can get it,” but the thing that makes it really hard is that every one of these fantastic places I go to is for the purpose of working. Well, most of the time anyway.

I work for a company involved in prospecting for oil and gas. My ‘territory’ covers an enormous area known as ‘the Pacific Basin’ by the firm that employs me. The area I physically have to travel stretches in a rectangle from the West Coast of the United States in the east of the Pacific, right across to Japan in the West. The furthest south western part of the territory goes as far south as Malaysia and Indonesia, then on to Australia and New Zealand. The furthest in the south eastern corner of the rectangle, is Tahiti in French Polynesia. These places, plus everything in between, are my ‘stomping ground’. (more…)

There seem to be so many fetishes around these days; latex, rubber, bondage and the like, that good old wife-swapping now appears not to be so popular anymore. Well, let me tell you; it is where I live!

Our whole neighbourhood is at it. Young or old, black or white there are at least twenty of us all within a few miles of each other that think nothing of popping round to a friends’ house for dinner and waking up in the morning with a different partner!

And it’s not just the married couples that get in on the action either. My lovely wife, Mandy and I are very fortunate. We happen to live next door to Julia Mason. Julia is the single mum of an eighteen-year-old son, Max. Her husband apparently left her when Max was very young and she’s reared the lad virtually single-handed. She’s made a pretty good job of it too. But Max is quite a shy lad – unlike his mother! Both Mandy and Julia are bi-sexual and many’s the time that my wife, my neighbour and I have shared a quiet little threesome together.

But this story is not about Julia. It’s about Max – Max and my wife.

It was a Saturday – the best day of the week as far as I’m concerned – and Julia had invited Mandy and I over to her house for a late afternoon drink. It was a hot day in July. Julia had set out her garden furniture on the terrace and so the three of us sat down to enjoy cool cocktails. All of us where in swimsuits in order to soak up the last of the afternoon sun but, Mandy being Mandy, and as usual being as outrageous as possible, had worn the tiniest bikini I had ever seen. The thin material – what there was of it – clung to her like a second skin and left very little to the imagination. (more…)

Janice had been a resident of the complex for five years. She participated in the sponsored activities on an irregular basis. There had been men at the complex that provided a casual ‘roll in the hay’. When Janice attempted to engage their minds all were lacking. They thought with their gonads and their intelligence was limited to football on TV.

Bill was a newcomer of just six months. He had met many of the residents while checking his mail, doing his laundry or paying his rent. It took awhile for names to earn a place in his memory. Faces were there like photographs without captions. Janice’s face was there, but unlike so many others, with a caption attached. The lady in his mental photograph had mischief behind the eyes, a damn good-looking body and a spark of something. If something happened fine, if nothing happened that was okay as well. He had never been taught the signs that a woman was interested in him and he should follow up.

It was a chance meeting that made Bill stick in Janice’s mind. Oh she had seen him around. Janice might have said hello while getting her mail or even finishing her laundry. The meeting took place at the complex office. She had a meeting and didn’t want to be late but her rent was due. If Janice waited until after the meeting the office would be closed and in her mind the rent would be overdue.

Being in a rush Janice didn’t see the office door being opened. She did feel the body she bounced off of. Janice also felt the hands that grasped her arms to prevent her from stumbling backward. When she inhaled Janice caught Bill’s scent. Sunny, woodsy and a scent she had trouble defining. Janice was about to apologize when she heard. (more…)

I just turned 18 a few months earlier. I was a virgin and I had never had a girlfriend before. I wanted to have sexual experiences but I didn’t want to do anything stupid like hire a prostitute. I wasn’t bad looking I was just kind of a geek. I was 5′11″, 175 lbs, with black hair and brown eyes. I had just started college and was taking fencing as an elective. I also needed it for my theatre class because we would be putting on Hamlet in December. I was not an athletic person. I never played any sports in high school unless you count theatre as a sport. My muscles were tight after my first week of fencing. I got stiff necks and had trouble moving quickly without hurting. My instructor recommended getting a deep tissue massage to loosen my tight muscles.

I got back to my dorm and looked up massage therapists in the phone book but I didn’t have a car and none of the local therapists were in walking distance. The only other thing to do was to check out the school’s assets. The school’s health center didn’t offer that kind of service but the secretary suggested I talk to a professor who teaches a course in massaging. I went to talk to the instructor but the class was ending and the professor had already left. A few students remained talking in the class afterward. I saw a group of three older women talking, all of which were beautiful, one of which had a body to match her face. They were about 29 or 30. I asked the sexy one about the instructor. (more…)

When I was a lot younger, I moved to Texas with a friend. We made the long haul one night. I stayed there at his place and worked with him at the factory where he worked for a while. Later, I decided to try the big city life. So I made the venture to Dallas, TX. I found a job at a motel as a desk clerk.

It was a pretty seedy run down motel, and at night it was rather scary. I did meet some very interesting characters there, though. This is a story about one of those people. It was a fairly quiet night, and this older lady was checking in. She was nice looking and was in her in late 40’s or early 50’s.

She smiled brightly at me as I checked her in. She left and came back a little later. She asked me if I smoked weed? I said yeah, sometimes I would do it with my friends. She asked me what time I got off work, and I told her at 11 p.m. “You know my room number” she said to me. “Why don’t you come and see me when you get off work”. she added.

I told her “that sounded good”. At 11 I left the front desk and ventured towards her room. I knocked on the door and she told me to come on in. I entered her room. She was in the bathroom. “Can you roll a joint?” she asked. (more…)

Tom was bored. His mother had asked him to help the ladies auxiliary of the schools parents and citizens committee conduct their fashion parade. He had agreed and then found that he was the only male student to do so.

Mrs Turnbull from the local franchise of Victoria’s Secret was supplying the clothes. The schools younger mothers were acting as models. A sprinkling of older mature women was added to help swell the crowd.

Tom was upset because the parade was to be on a Saturday night with rehearsals after school.

“Another fucking weekend shot to pieces,” he grumbled as he rode his old Harley Davidson down to local 5 star Hotel where the parade was to be held.

The bike was his pride and joy. His father had been a top rider and ran the local auto accessory shop. Tom who had for years helped out at the shop on Saturday mornings was given the restored Harley for his eighteenth birthday. (more…)

Martha and I met in the church choir. I sang bass, she sang alto. We were both in our 60s. I was single, she was married. Her husband was overweight, diabetic and had high blood pressure. That’s a deadly combination, at least it gave him a dead cock and his medical problems made Viagra, Cialis, etc. out of the question. So she was needy and I was available.

It wasn’t long before we became lovers. We would meet at my apartment for playful, pleasurable sex and companionship. She quickly learned that I appreciated making love to women my own age.

“You’re such a great lover,” I said one day, “and so very responsive.”

“No, it’s you who’s a great lover and a woman would have to be a stone not to respond to you.”

“Which part do you like the best?”

“I like it all but I guess my favorite is the way you eat my pussy. Hell, you don’t just eat it, you devour it.”

In fact I had just finished devouring it and my face was wet with her pungent juices.

“Lick it off.”

“Gladly,” she said and commenced to give me a tongue bath.

“Leave my mustache alone,” I said, and using my hand to brush my mustache closer to my nose I said, “I like to leave your smell there for as long as I can.”

“Do you like how I smell?” (more…)

He was riding along on his brand new Kawasaki when it happened. He saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen walking on the sidewalk. He noticed her ass swaying as he neared an intersection. He turned his head to follow her sweet looking ass around a corner and bam!

He woke up somewhat disoriented in a very bright place. After he looked around, he noticed that his left leg was hanging in some type of apparatus. Upon further inspection, he found that he was in a hospital bed. He must have made a lot of noise because as soon as he woke, an attractive black nurse walked in.

“Well Mr. Willcox we are glad you are finally awaken. It has been 37 hours since the accident.”

“Accident, what accident?”

“Apparently you were broadsided by a van full of nuns, you were the only one hurt”

“Wow” said Harvey. He felt somewhat bad it was nuns considering what had caused the accident. “Where am I?”

“You are in Collins University Memorial,” said his nurse. “Your fibula was shattered and now you have a pin in it, so you must be very careful from now on.”

As she told him about the limitations of his injury he could not help but notice the tremendous swell of her humongous bosom. She was about 5′5” with a dynamite figure. She had a pair of 44 ff tits with a 32-inch waist and 44-inch hips, an extended hourglass. He could literally see the strain on the buttons of her white nurses uniform trying to contain those magnificent breasts. (more…)

This story begins just as I moved into a new apartment building. It was fairly small and in a nice section of town. I got a nice apartment on the second floor, with a nice view of the city. The landlady was a cute older brunette, probably about 45, with massive tits and a large ass that was perfect for her. Needless to say, I was already checking this lady out and finding out some details. It turned out she was divorced, and as part of the settlement, she got this building. She lived on the fourth floor in a large apartment, which she shared with her daughter. She seemed pleasant, and seemed to enjoy me checking her out. After she had given me my keys and paperwork, she turned to leave. As she stepped out the door, she said she’d check back on me this evening, to see how I was doing.

I spent the rest of the day unpacking and waiting for Ms. Riley to return. She knocked on my door a little after seven o’clock. I greeted her with a warm smile and showed her in. I noticed she had changed her outfit, she was now wearing a pair of tight Capri pants and a low-cut blouse that revealed much of her large breasts. Being bored, and a little horny, I invited her to have supper with me. (more…)

“I don’t think I’ll be able to attend tonight’s committee meeting. My damn husband is out of town again and I can’t find a babysitter.”

I was standing behind two attractive women in the grocery store’s express check-out.

“Amy, you have to come. You’ve done all the work to date and we need the project to remain on track.”

“I know . . . I know. I’ll make a few more calls and see if I can find a sitter.”

My name is Chris. I’m a college sophomore and I’m home for a five week Christmas vacation. My dad has already bugged me about finding some part-time work. ‘No son of mine is going to lie around the house for five weeks. Get a job!’

I actually agreed with Dad, but who is going to hire someone for five weeks?

As I exited the grocery store, I saw the mother who needed the babysitter. She was packing her bags in the back of her SUV.

I approached her and started, “Excuse me. I’m Chris. I’m a college student and I’m home on vacation. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I’m looking for work and heard you say you needed a babysitter.”

I kept a respectable distance, but the woman was looking at me suspiciously, as I continued, “You can call Bob Lewis at the Parks and Recreation Department as a quick reference. I lifeguard at the pool during the summer. Also, Sergeant Jim Parks at the Police Department is a neighbor.”

“Anyway,” I stuttered, “if you want a babysitter, give me a call.” I wrote out my name and cell number, handed her the slip of paper and headed home. (more…)

I lay in the bathtub, watching steam rise from the warm water. I should have felt relaxed, but I did not. I waited apprehensively. Nothing could calm my nerves. Not the dozen candles that lit the bathroom. Not even the New Age CD that filled the room with the comforting sound of the ocean washing against the shore.

The door opened and Mrs. Hanson, my 4th grade teacher, walked into the bathroom. A rose blush on her neck spread slowly up to her cheeks. Neither of us could look the other in the eye. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. How ironic that it should be her of all people, I thought. Is this really happening?

It was definitely not what I had in mind when I had agreed to be in the Bachelor Auction. They hold one every year at the local Elks Club, all proceeds to benefit the Chanute Regional Hospital. I happened to be back in Chanute by chance, in fact, helping my parents move Grandma Stella into town after the death of Grandpa Earl.

My father Tom was a longtime member of the Elks lodge. He had talked me into volunteering to be one of the bachelors. What would he say now, I wondered, as I looked at Mrs. Hanson in her bathrobe. One part of the Elks mission is to serve the people. Is this what I’m doing?

The robe she was clutching was pale blue in color. With a deep sigh, she undid the ties and let it fall open. I drew in my breath. It wasn’t so much her full pendulous breasts as the fact that the woman was entirely devoid of body hair.

Glancing down at herself, Mrs. Hanson said in a nervous voice, “I shaved it off myself, for tonight. Isn’t that the way you young fellas like it now?” (more…)

When Frank died, I made one of those over-hasty decisions that people often make when in a state of bereavement.

If I might offer a piece of advice, wait until at least a year after the death of a loved one before you make any drastic moves.

Frank and I had always planned to sell our suburban house and move permanently into our beach house when he retired. Six months after his death I did just that – sold the suburban house and went to live in the beach house. It was a mistake.

In leaving the suburbs, I also left old friends and relatives. Of course, we said those things that people do say as they part – “We shall see each other.” “I’ll be coming up to town quite often.” “We’ll keep in touch,” and things like that. But when you are three hundred and fifty kilometres apart, it is not as easy as you think its going to be.

Frank was sixty when he died and I was fifty-four. I was, and am, in excellent health, and went for a run and swim everyday. That side of living in the beach house is fine, but it is people you miss. (more…)

Jason was a local boy, although not from Vermont. He was from Elizabethtown, just across the lake in New York State. He was a bit of a jock. Not the stereotypical ignorant muscle-bound fool, but a true lover of physical exertion. He had played football in high school and was an alternate for the college team, although his true love was skiing. He pursued his passion for skiing all throughout the winter season. There was even talk in his fraternity that he might qualify for the next Winter Olympics and in his own mind Olympic gold was well within his grasp. Of course skiing wasn’t a year-round sport so when he wasn’t skiing (or playing football), Jason’s biggest diversion was girls. Although he had only lost his virginity in his senior year of high school, he was determined to make up for lost time and in his final year of college he had certainly made good progress toward that end.

He was a handsome boy, with rugged features and a tight, well-muscled body. Girls seemed naturally attracted to him and when he was in the mood it was seldom indeed that he didn’t end up balls deep between the legs of one of the many campus hopefuls. His secret was that he didn’t see girls just as a simple target, a notch on his belt. He truly loved women. He loved kissing them, tasting them and most of all; he loved bringing them to orgasm. It wasn’t just a pleasure thing to him; it was a satisfaction thing. (more…)

Life sucks, for two years now I have been unemployed. 30 years of age and I can’t get past the first door; interviews; I’ve had that many interviews that I can almost write the script for what were to be asked and said at them, they are nearly all identical.

I live in a single room flat, which is all I can afford on the unemployment payment I receive from the government. Every year the conditions of entitlement get harder and harder. In winter I can’t afford to heat the flat, so I sit wrapped in my bed quilt, watching the TV, which I managed to retrieve from a bulk refuge collection day, outside a house nearby, if I never had my TV I would be lost. I have enough money to pay the rent and one meal a day. I manage to pay for the energy I use, but only just. In the summer here, when the temperature goes up into the high thirties or even forties Celsius, I open all windows and just sweat it out. (more…)

Reading through the paper I had circled a few ads that looked promising and was planning to start calling them when I turned to the last page and saw the perfect job. I had just gotten home from my second year of college the week before and was looking for a summer job. There was an ad from a lady who was looking for someone to fill in for her regular gardener who would be away until the fall. I was studying botany in college and the lady described her place as a large planted property with a wide variety of plants that required expert care. I’d worked summer jobs gardening jobs with the city throughout high school and that was part of what got me interested in studying plants as a career. The thought of being able to work outside all summer instead of being stuck in some store at the mall was appealing so I gave her a call right away dialing the number in the ad.

“Hello, could I speak with Mrs. Swanson please?” I said reading her last name from the ad.

“Speaking,” she said after a brief pause. (more…)

I knew as soon as I heard the sound that it was a blow out. Even before the wheel in my hand began to pull. I fought to bring the car to the side of the road. Damn! Why had I chosen to take this back road? Why hadn’t I stayed on the four lane? Getting out, I saw exactly what I most feared. The rear left tire, completely flat. Even if I knew how to change it, I was hardly dressed for it. My black heels, white stockings, white suit skirt, most inappropriate for tire changing. I sighed and got back into the car.

Nothing to do but call for help, I realized. I reached for the cellular. Damn! The battery was dead! Stupid me, I realized too late I had forgotten to recharge it. Now to sit and wait. Fifteen minutes passed, then thirty, not a single car had gone down this road. Frustrated, I began to face the unpleasant reality that I might have to get out and walk. But just as I was getting out of the car to begin my trek, a truck came down the road. I raised my arms and began to wave. Thank goodness he stopped.

As he stepped from the cab I caught my breath! What a savior! His jeans looked as though they were painted on, so tight I could clearly see the muscles of his buttocks. His white T-shirt, oh my! I smiled and explained my situation. He assured me he would have me back on the road in no time. (more…)