Sitting opposite me was an old lady loaded up with shopping bags. Other than her there were only two others on the train. As it neared my station I rose to go to the doors and the old lady rose also, struggling with the bags and packages.
“Let me help you,” I volunteered.
“Thank you I seem to have overloaded myself slightly and appreciate your help,” she said in a very soft voice, she smiled at me as she said this.
How she managed to carry all these parcels and packages to get on the train was a wonder, for I was loaded and so was she.
“I’m going to catch a bus now,” she said to me as we walked out of the station.
“You’re going to have trouble getting all this on the bus, let me drive you home my car is in the car park.” When I go into the city I usually park my car in the Park and Ride car park for it is easier than trying to find a car-park in the city.
“Oh thank you, I seem to become indebted to you more and more.”
“No problem, I have little to do anyway.”
“Won’t your wife complain giving strange ladies a lift?”
“Divorced, I’m only going back to an empty house.”
“Me too, had a bit of a win on the lottery so I had a good spend. Just didn’t realise how much I had bought.”
We walked to my car and she got in as I loaded all the packages in the back.
I drove her to her home which was a good kilometre past the bus terminus. How she was going to walk all this distance was again a mystery. The house was old and the garden needed attention. It had obviously been well cared for in the past, now it was overgrown by weeds.
“Please come in, the least I could get you is a drink. You didn’t tell me your name?”
“Frank.”
“Jess, nice to meet you Frank,” she said holding out her hand still with bags hanging on her forearm.
I shook her hand which was soft and cool.
“Come and sit down, what would you like to drink?” she asked and just then she tripped on a rug, but I was behind her and shot my hands forward, grasping a well rounded breast in each hand.
Instead of pushing my hands off she crossed hers over mine and I pulled her up and onto my chest. God she felt lovely and soft for an old lady. It seemed I held her like that for a long time, but really it must have been only about 10 seconds.
“Coffee will do fine Jess,” I said trying to act normal but I now had a raging hard on, which was surprising me, getting a hard-on over an old lady.
Jess moved away then turned and looked at me, I just couldn’t understand the look she gave, it was as though she wanted to stay where she had been with my hands on her breasts. Then for no apparent reason I said. “Come here Jess,” and she did.
Right into my open arms her head buried on my shoulder and both arms around my chest. I put one arm around her shoulders and the other on her lovely round arse and pulled her onto my raging cock. Me a 28 year old and a lady into her sixties hugging in the hallway of her house and I had only met the lady less than twenty minutes before. She was pressing her lower abdomen onto my cock and moving her hips as though searching for a comfortable place for my cock to reside.
It seemed the natural thing to do to move my hand to the front of her dress and rub my hand on her mound through the dress and now it was my hand she was pressing against. She lifted her face and I kissed her. A lady older than my own mother, yet here I was taking liberties with her as though I had known her for a long time. I wasn’t content with outside of the dress, I pulled up the dress and now I had my hand on her mound with only her silky panties between us.
I felt the coarse hair through the panties and the slit down her vulva. I knew that these weren’t so sensitive as her clit and I felt that through the material and I was rubbing this with my thumb as I worked my middle finger under the leg of her knickers.
“Please Frank not here in the hall. Can we wait a while?” she pleaded.
I was now on a roll and I didn’t want to stop so I took my hand away and picked her up and carried her down to what I assumed was the bedroom, which it was. Laying her on the bed, she, still carrying her handbag, which she now just discarded. It was just a matter of sliding both hands up her dress and pulling down her knickers; she lifted her hips as I took them off and opened her legs up for me.
My trousers dropped and it was just a matter of placing the knob between her legs and slowly sliding in her moist passage. Well not so easily as I described for this lady was quite tight and I’m quite big, but with a little pressure on both our parts I was up to the hilt and her heels were resting on my thighs. Once embedded I just stopped and looked down at her smiling face. She was no beauty queen, just a plain looking lady who I would normally have just walk right past. Now I was sunk into her soft body, more comfortable than I was for the five years of my marriage.
“Jess, I just can’t explain the attraction or why we are in this situation so fast, but I will tell you I feel more at home with you than I ever did with my ex-wife.”
“Frank, I’ve never been married and I have had very few men in my life. I can’t explain either why I’m so attracted to you. I feel I can let you do anything to me.”
Then I started my slow pump into her lovely cunt, God it was really special and she was using her vaginal muscles to keep a hold of me. Sliding in was like slipping into a furnace she was that warm and moist, also I was sliding past her cervix with every thrust. This was titillating my prick and I felt my climax rising, Jess I think was having multiple climaxes by the sound of her breathing and the clutching of her cunt on my prick. Then when I shot my load she just clamped herself around me by her legs, she sat up and pulled me down onto her. Hugging me tight to her chest, “Thank you Frank, that was wonderful.” No female has ever said that to me before and it touched my male ego to think that I had made a female happy by fucking her.
My ex always made it feel that she had done me a favour for allowing me to put my dick inside of her and she couldn’t wait to get it out and get away from under me. What a difference having someone hold me so that I had to remain inside of them, also it was as if she was milking my cock with her vagina.
Slowly I was getting hard again, another first, for I never got the chance before to even know that I could get hard so soon after. But this time it was different. She rolled me over so that I was on my back and she sat astride me, looking down at me. She perched on my thighs with my cock up inside of her. As she sat there she started stripping.
First the dress came off over the head, then the slip, then the bra and out spilled a pair of gorgeous breasts she must have been a 16 CC no wonder they felt so soft when I was handling them. I reached forward and took one in each hand as she started moving up and down on my cock.
Only once during my marriage had my ex sat like Jess and that was on our honeymoon and she was drunk. Nothing like Jess though, her soft bottom felt nice as she came down on my thighs and she now had two hands on my chest as she worked her hips faster and faster on my cock which I saw entering and leaving her body, vanishing into the forest of hair between her legs. Her breasts bounced like two out of control jellies with her pink nipples standing out proud with the attention I had been giving them.
It took a while longer before my second climax was attained and when I eventually did she just stopped, sitting down hard on my thighs.
“I want the lot inside Frank, I want not a drop to come out.”
She sat like that for a good five minutes as I slowly deflated and even though I knew I was back to a limp state I was still inside of her. It felt that that was where it belonged too.
“Jess I think you are magnificent, why didn’t we meet years ago.”
“Well we have met now and I feel the same way, so I hope you and I can have many more times like this.
I left her home two hours later and now we meet twice a week, we go out for a meal or the cinema and I stay over for that night. It has been two years now and we haven’t missed a visit since.
I have never regretted helping that old lady and would willingly help any other.