I stopped by the coffee shop like I always do. There were a few people
ahead of me like there always are. One of them was this lady wearing a
full leather jacket and mini skirt. She looked like something out of
the sixties. I figured she was in costume. Her hair was obviously a
wig.
She had great legs. I mean excellent. The kind you don’t GET, the kind
you have to be born with. She looked fabulous. Or, I guess I should
say, her legs looked fabulous. I really couldn’t see the rest of her
from behind.
Anyway, she gave her order and that’s when I noticed. Her voice gave
it away. She was OLD. I mean seventy, at least. And I just thought,
‘Man that is so cool.’ You know? She’s got this great set of legs. She
knows it. She’s going to flaunt. Who can blame her? But I had to give
her credit. Most women half her age wouldn’t have the guts to go
around dressed like this.
Now I’m the kind of guy that likes to give compliments. If I see
someone or something that looks great I tell a person. That’s the way
I am. I like to make people feel good. It makes me feel good. I don’t
lie. I’m not after anything.
While the lady with the legs was waiting for her order I gave her a
compliment. I told her she had great legs. Nothing to it. She smiled
and said, “Thank you.” Her eyes twinkled. I could see that I’d made
her day. Then she took her stuff and left.
You know what was so cool? She didn’t say, “You mean I have great legs
for an old lady?” She had class. She knew how to take a compliment. I
meant she had great legs and that’s how she took it.
I was feeling good about myself as I walked to the parking lot. I
brought some sunshine into another person’s life and it didn’t cost me
a thing. I wish the rest of you assholes out there would take a lesson
from me. The world would be a better place.
Why is everybody so uptight? Spread some joy. But no, you people are
all too fucked up to think of anybody else, aren’t you? All of you.
You’re all too full of yourselves to give a damn about anybody but
yourself. Fuckers.
A car rolled up along side me, breaking my reverie. A ’65 Mustang.
Mint. Wow.
“Nice car.” I said before I realized it was ‘Legs’.
“Hop in.” she said.
I didn’t have to be to the coin convention for another couple of hours
so I hopped in. Why not?
We drove around awhile chatting about nothing in particular and
listening to the radio (A sixties station) until we each finished our
coffee.
Then she pulled into a city park where we stopped to throw out our
cups and she asked if I wanted to drive.
“Sure.” I said, thrilled.
“But you have to drive just like I tell you to, okay?”
“Sure.” I said. “I’ll keep both hands on the wheel.”
“No, you won’t.” She looked hard at me. She pulled my right hand over
and placed it on her thigh, just under her skirt. “Keep your hand
right here, where I like it.”
We took off down the road.
I imagine she must have driven around like this many times in her
teenage years.
I looked over at her. She was fingering herself and starting to get
wet. I could smell her. It was nice.
She reached over to me and smeared my lips with her wetness before
pushing her whole hand, all four of her fingers, into my mouth.
Her drippings tasted so good. Gosh, I didn’t know women could taste
that good. I didn’t know women her age could even get that wet. I’m
not being a smart ass. I didn’t know. I was very pleasantly surprised.
At the next red light, she jumped me. She practically hopped into my
lap. She grabbed my head and locked on to me with her wet warm mouth.
We traded the light musk of her lusty flavor back and forth, swapping
spit like a couple of teenagers.
Her tongue was warm and slick and strong. Much slippery than anything
I’d ever come in contact with, and sweet.
The car behind us honked when I didn’t see the light change. People
noticed us and stared. I didn’t care.
She got back in her seat and we drove on.
Looking over at her I could understand how other people thought she
looked ridiculous. Her wig was platinum blonde with long straight
tresses and bangs. And though her face really had beautiful features
there was no hiding the fact of her age. She looked old.
From where I sat, she looked outrageous. Outrageously sexy. Hot.
“Pull over here.” She said.
I drove down a secluded dirt road and parked beside a pond under a
tree.
She reached over and turned the engine off but left the radio on and
had her lips on my cock before I knew what hit me.
She sucked me off like a pro. Taking me deep. DEEP.
The entire morning had been like falling through a series of trap
doors. At every point something completely unexpected happened.
I never expected to see her after I spoke to her in the coffee shop.
And I certainly never expected that within the hour this MATURE lady
would be bobbing on me. But I really never would have expected that I
would enjoy it the way I did.
She was wonderful.
I needed to get going if I wanted to make it to the coin convention on
time.
“I’ve got a better idea.” She said. “Why don’t you come on to my house
and I’ll show you MY coin collection? After we get to each other a
little more?”
“Sure.” I said. I knew a good thing. Judging by the way she kept
herself and her car in such great condition, she might really have a
great set of coins.
I was willing to find out.