A slim, youthful women of 61 approached a chocolate shop at nightfall with a young boy who could have been her grandson when suddenly he called out 'There's Dad in his car with my brother! I did not expect them so soon!"
She'd promised the boy a hot cocoa, but it was too late now and the woman bent and kissed his disappointed face goodbye. She looked up into the eyes of the father seated in the car and felt a familiar flutter between her legs. She and the father exchanged polite conversation, but as the car drove away, she realised she was having an orgasm and creamed her panties. Right there on the sidewalk!
Blushing she looked about the busy street, anxious that a passer-by might have noticed her aroused state. She hurried into the nearest coffee bar and closed herself in its restroom. Leaning against the wall, she sighed. She pulled her Zara NY leggings down around her thigh high boots and touched herself thinking of the driver. The woman remained unsettled the whole evening. At dinner at a bargain SE Asian eatery she tried to attend to her girlfriends' gossip. She distractedly thrust her chopsticks into the tasty Vietnamese dishes in front of them. However excellent the fare, however spicy the conversation, she could not forget his smile. Well, in truth not just his smile. It had been three whole days. When would she be able to stroke his hairy body again and feel his manhood rub teasingly against her butt?
Later that night? Unlikely. In a few days. More likely. In a week. Most likely. As her friends ate and talked oblivious to her condition, she pressed the tips of her long-fingered nails to her lips as if to seal in her most intimate memories and desires.
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