Her lovely arse was the first thing I saw as those swollen buttocks swivelled from side to side as she passed me to park herself at the adjacent table. Now I have a thing about old ladies who wear girdles and just the thought that she could be wearing one sent tingles to my groin and my imagination into overdrive.
She was smart and quite nice and so I smiled and she obligingly returned it. Nothing unusual there — she was just being polite, wasn’t she? As she turned round to speak to the waiter I noticed that her dress was shorter than the usually demure ‘below the knee’ revealing a pair of delicious legs encased in sheer stockings.
I was so transfixed and my imagination in overdrive I didn’t see her looking at me looking at her. All of a sudden she leaned across saying “do you like what you see?”
“I’m sorry, was it that obvious?” I replied.
“Yes it was rather, but very flattering for a woman of my age….you see I recently celebrated my 60th birthday and it was so depressing…. a woman like me enjoys showing off and being appreciated…and looking at your nice hard cock it’s been such a long time since I had that effect on any man. I can see that you like what you have seen so far. But tell me, what more do you like? Join me for lunch and you tell me.”
She didn’t need to ask twice, so I moved and sat opposite her, intrigued. “My name is Patricia and yours is?”
“Anthony, Tony for short.”
“Tony, I am curious, what was it about me that caught your attention and may I say, made your cock spring to life?”
I could feel the pre cum oozing out already. This was like all my Christmases had come at once. She was enjoying the attention as much as I was giving it so, what did I have to lose?
“Well, Patricia, if you don’t think me rude, my excitement was based on hoping that you wear a girdle and that just turns me on …plus a few other things.” “Well, it’s your lucky day,” she said. “Now let’s see what other little fantasies we can share …my turn now.”
Tony, when I was a young girl and getting to understand my desires and shall we say interests, I found out that I got really ‘turned on’ when I felt an urgent need to urinate. I found this strange as not any of my friends experienced that and so I believed I was weird. Who gets turned on by wanting a pee?” She blushed and I could see that she was embarrassed but honest. “Well, it’s no different to getting turned on by a woman who wears open crotch girdles ….with no knickers.” Then a great idea hit me. We could fulfil each other’s desires.
What came into my mind that instant was kinky…but very possible. You see like many men of 50-plus years I need a lot of stimulation to get a really good boner. But I can hold a great ‘piss proud’ erection for hours. Patricia wears a girdle, likes to be admired, and has great orgasms when she wants to piss. Escort Avrupa yakası So, let’s put the two together!
“Patricia, when was the last time you fulfilled your real desires? I ask because I would like you to consider my strange request that will, I believe, give us a lot of pleasure.” No sooner than I said that, her eyes lit up.
“Go on,” she said, adding ” as I said earlier sharing fantasies is a real turn-on…and at 60 I have not been turned on for a long time”.
“Well, it’s just a thought but here goes…close your eyes and imagine this.”
“First, here I am with a cum oozing out of my cock at the thought of you showing me your extremely hairy cunt ( I’m hoping you don’t shave. if you do all bets are off, I am afraid) under your girdle. Whilst you’re enjoying giving me a good show, we’re enjoying some long slow drinks, and all the time your urge to piss is getting more urgent.”
“Stop! She said. What are you doing to me Tony….and where have you been all my life? Come, let’s go…we are going to enjoy ourselves.”
And with that, we paid the bill and went home to my place.
Opening the door, I thought is this fantasy going to fly or thud down to earth with a sickening thud and we are both going to be disappointed? Having settled Patricia in the living room I thought it best to see where and how far we both wanted to go.
“Tony”, she said, almost reading my mind, “maybe we got carried away in the restaurant. I like you a lot but do you think we can do this or will it be a big disappointment?”
“Well, I think that’s up to us but we must be honest and open, so to speak, with each other. Now tell me, Patricia, exactly what happens when you want to pee?”
“I don’t know exactly, she replied, hesitantly. When my bladder gets full, I get really hot down there, and — this is hard — my clitoris gets bigger and my vagina gets so wet the pubic hairs get flooded which is a good thing as I don’t like wearing underwear. Otherwise, it would be running down my legs. You don’t know what a problem it is. When I let my bladder get too full I get horny and with no man, my fingers are a poor substitute. So I control myself.”
Turning the tables, she said “Now it’s your turn, to be honest. What is it about girdles that turn you on? Well, it goes back to when I was visiting a friend of my mother’s. She was about 50 at the time and bit on the voluptuous side and seeing her always made me feel ‘funny’…what I later recognized as “horny”. Well, one day, she called out “can you pass me some new toilet rolls, Tony?”
“Not thinking she meant to pass them through the toilet door, I just barged in and her on the toilet. Skirt around her waist, legs akimbo, and her open crotch girdle revealing my first hairy cunt”.
And do you know she was not the least bit embarrassed? Ataköy escort Looking back, I think she knew I had the hots for her and she did it deliberately. I think she enjoyed seeing my hard-on as I handed over the toilet roll.”
I concluded by telling the story as how it sounded at the time.
“Now don’t tell your mother, let this be our little secret”. Well, that was that as far as it went, then she said, as smoothly as you like: “now you’re here, Tony be a good boy look down there, as I seem to have lost my earring”. So, naïve me gets on my knees and looks around the floor and all I can do was stare at that big hairy cunt and her girdle.
“My cock was bursting and as she knew it. I got up, ran out, and had a good wank. But since that day, when I want a great fantasy I am back in that toilet. So you see, we do have something in common! The great thing is now we can bring them together.”
With that, we started. Patricia immediately went over to the low settee and sat down, opened her legs and revealing the most fantastic shimmering girdle, and underneath a mass of wet curly hair outlining a plump wet cunt. “Tony, you know, I am getting into the mood. What do you say to a couple of nice big drinks? “
After we drank a couple of pints of spritzer she got up and slipping off her shoes came over and said, “Tony for the first time in my life I am not ashamed of what turns me on.” And, with that, I put her hand on my crotch and said “this is going to give you what you want and a lot, lot more. Now let’s relax a little.” With that invitation, I slipped my hand up her skirt feeling her damp thighs, and on to explore her very hairy bush inside her open crotch girdle.
“That’s lovely Tony. But what about you? Let’s see what I can expect.” Her hand went to work on my flies and slowly pulled out my semi-hard cock and deliciously rubbed pre-cum up and down and around my pee hole. Wow, it felt fantastic- a state of almost continuous orgasm but without coming.
“How do you do that?”
“Well, when I start to get warm as I am now, it’s easy to cum. So I found that rubbing around the pee hole, extends the orgasm. I’ll show you.”
She sat back into the settee, hitched up her skirt, and girdle, and pulled aside those lovely hairs displaying her piss hole. Slowly, she then placed her finger over the hole and ran it round and round. “Let’s do it together and see who can last longest.”
“What,” I said, “before we cum?” “No, darling Tony”, before you cannot stop wanting a really big piss — and then you cum!”
Well, she was right; suddenly I got this great feeling, and then came an urge to piss. It was astonishing, here I am with a rock-hard on wanting to piss…Patricia could sense the possibilities that came into my kinky head!
“How about another couple more drinks then,” I added.
So, Şirinevler escort bayan we got down and dirty — nothing was left out and we brought our fantasies to life.
With at least three pints down our throats we undressed each other and what a surprise Patricia was. No more Mrs — I have a problem — more like, here is who I am and what you want me to be. Me? It was a case of let’s go everywhere.
Slowly, she undressed very slowly. First, the blouse revealing a very sexy bra encasing what I took to be a great pair of 40-inch DD natural tits. Tantalizingly she stood up and unzipped her skirt as she came across to me. Not one for being backward, I stood up and took off my trousers and shirt. But she insisted I keep my tight briefs on.
“Seeing all your pre cum and your hard cock straining to get out turns me on, Tony.” Who was I to argue?
She was a sight to behold, her glorious Rubenesque figure and that sexy girdle holding up sheer stockings were something.
” Tony, here we are, inhibitions down, tell me, apart from desperately wanting to piss — isn’t it exciting- what deep dark thoughts are flitting down to your lovely cock?”
No more talking, I couldn’t take it. So I just ripped off her bra and her massive tits fell to rest on top of her girdle-clad fat belly. But tits have never been my thing. It was down below that I wanted the first crack at.
And if dark deeds were what she turned her on, what better place than her girdle-encased arse? Slowly I parted her legs wide and slid my hand through her soaking wet hairy twat and rammed my finger right up her lovely hairy shit hole. And what a surprise. She liked it and took my lead — her fingers went right to mine and started massaging my prostate.
Where the hell did that come from? But you know, we just wallowed in it. Mutual anal wanking — what a turn-on. In and out, first one then two fingers. It was great.
But stimulation brings on the unexpected and my bladder was crying out for relief. Patricia was getting worked up and pissed over me.
” Tony, let’s enjoy it more, have you got anything else I could help you relieve, sweetheart?”
I whispered my desire in her ear and Patricia beamed — “oh, thank you, Tony, you read my mind, yet again.” She hitched up her girdle and I took her to the bathroom and put her into the bath and I after her. Her hairy cunt was welcomed by piss proud cock which we both knew what it was going to do.
We fucked gently, she massaging her clit with one hand. “I’m really hot, Tony, I can feel them coming” Them? To guide me she grabbed my hand towards her arse, urging me to also finger fuck her. Not wanting to miss the big deal, I manoeuvred her onto her side and throwing one leg over her made sure she knew my arse wanted some as well.
It was like floating on a cloud- just there but not quite arriving. In and out. “Now”, I said, and with that we both let everything go. Oh boy, I am coming. With that, she bucked and gave her orgasm its full head. Her piss hole exploded. “Give me more”…I shouted as I shot my wad into her beautiful hairy glory hole and as I got soft I pushed a torrent of piss up her hairy hole.