Caroline Lindsay came home from a long day at work, tired. The short-haired, 60-year-old divorced blonde with a lean, sinewy body had just poured herself a glass of wine when the bell rang. At the door was Kevin, her best friend's 19-year-old son from down the street. "Hi, honey, come on in, what's up?" Caroline asked, ushering the strapping young man in th...
Beth sipped her drink as the hotel bar neared closing. She smiled, feeling the cooling cum on her supple old calves beneath her pant legs just above her sexy black trouser socks. Earlier, she'd used them, her feet, her calves, her socks, on young Michael, a 21-year-old stranger in the bar. She'd been sitting alone, at the hotel for business, when she notice...
I'd just gotten home from errands when the bell rang. I answered and there stood little Jimmy, a shy 18-year-old from the neighborhood. He smiled. "Hi, Mrs. V!" he said brightly. "Just wondering if you needed, uh, help with anything?" I laughed. I'm 68, a good-looking single, retired blonde school teacher with willowy, lean body, and this little buck was h...
Michael hardly slept a wink. He'd just been the slave, the complete, eager and willing sexual slave to Beth, a very sexy 60-year-old woman he'd met in the bar at the hotel where he was staying on business. She'd seduced him with flashes of her sexy old legs, visible as her black pant legs rode up while she sat at the bar, showing her muscular calves bubblin...
Author's note: This is a story of consensual sex between a woman of 68 and man of 22. It centers around her sexy legs, particularly her calves, a fetish of mine and pervasive theme in my stories. There's a slight domination edge to this tale, which I trust will appeal to the likeminded. Thank you. ***** It was only a sliver. A hint. A tease. A tiny glimpse...
I woke up the following morning to the excruciating pain between my legs and in my cock. I could hear the TV in the other room and the smell of eggs and bacon coming from the kitchen. I gently raised the sheets from my lap to see just how much Jan and Anne had tore me up the night prior. I propped myself up to get a better view and what I saw stunned me. My...
Jeannie Byron is 65, in tremendous shape for her age, a graying-haired GILF of exquisite proportions, standing about 5-6, weighing a very athletic 140 pounds. A lifelong tennis player and teacher, the stunning elderly woman teaches young people at a tennis camp in summer in the seaside community where she lives. She loves working with young people for a var...
I'd hurt my right hand skiing, nothing too serious but enough to put me in a cast for a few weeks, then a smaller hand splint. The thumb was coming along, stiff as hell, but helped along by regularly weekly sessions with Shelley, a hand therapist, and rather attractive woman for her age, with short blonde hair, thick but fit body, a gal probably in her mid-5...
It was a lovely warm Saturday I woke to, anxious to relax from my job, a non-stop frenzy of real estate brokering and making land deals happen. I work hard and enjoy it. At 65, when most are retired or readying for it, I keep going, and the work and pleasure it brings keeps me young. With my curly salt-and-pepper hair and thick but athletic body, I look and...
Elizabeth Veldin lingered by the bay window of her house one early summer morning waiting. There was a new landscaping service she'd contracted with to mow her lawn, and this day a new stud was supposed to show up, a college boy hired for the summer. She hoped he would be what she needed. He was. Around 8:30, the kid lumbered into the yard in a beat-up pic...