I met Les in a secluded layby, I'd arranged to meet an admirer, who never showed up, so I was dressed for the occasion in all my finest Italian silk lingerie, under a very slinky and revealing Asos summer dress, full makeup and my blonde locks cascading over my shoulders and across my plump cleavage.
I was touching up my bright scarlet red lip gloss in my mirror and he pulled up in his roaring F-Type Jag, he asked if I was ok?
I think he though I'd broke down, he was leaning over me peering through my open window admiring the view into my deep plunging cleavage, between my full, heaving breasts...
I smiled and he licked his lips in nervous anticipation of being spotted staring at them....
I asked if he liked them, giving him a wry little wink....He nodded....You can touch...without hesitating he grabbed a handful and sighed clearly enjoying his exploration of my tits...
I noticed the growing bulge in his cream coloured trousers, it was quite solid looking for his age, he was grey, thinning on top, clearly in his mid 70s but very fit and active looking and very smart, he smelled of expensive aftershave and I asked him what he was doing so far out here and playing with my tits...
He explained he'd had an argument with his wife and family over them finding out he met men on the side, I could relate to that, tensions were tense back at home as my wife had found my bag of dressing up outfits and collection of heels, I think she was just jealous I had more than her?
So we were both in no rush to get home, I traced my fingers along his bulge and it jerked powerfully, I licked my lips and looked up at him all doe eyed and innocently. He undid his belt and button, I slipped the zip down, releasing his thick length, slowly wrapping my fingers around his substantial girth, it felt solid.
'Wank it for me darling', he urged me as I slowly pulled his fleshy foreskin back over that huge purple helmet, revealing the glistening, precum covered, well defined helmet, it looked gorgeous and delicious, I so wanted to taste it..
'I don't suck on the first date', I joked.
'I bet you don't!', he added..
But as I frantically stroked his cock, through my car window, he let out a loud grunt as his cock erupted with 3 or 4 thick ropes of hot semen, which splashed across my plump tits, thankfully not over my brand new Asos dress..
He apologised for the mess, and thanked me, passing me some tissues, my fingers were coated, I licked them clean, wiping the rest from my heaving breasts.
We sat and chatted in his car, I was concerned about his family and if he had anywhere to stay, he was just as worried about my situation at home, it was like we had a mutual bond and respect that just clicked at that moment.
I told him it was awkward at home and we were virtually living separate lives, he invited me back to a flat he had overlooking the beach on the south coast.
In the moment, confused, swept up in the emotion and excitement, I nodded and agreed...
Following him in my car, his 'flat' was huge, more like a lavish apartment, it had stunning sea views, balcony with hot tub, a shared pool outside, a lovely master bedroom with en suite, an office where he ran his business, he was semi retired, and a spare bedroom. I was thoroughly impressed.
He asked me to stay for the week, a treat, make it like a holiday, I rang my wife and told her I was away with friends fishing for the week...
His family ignored his fone calls, I felt sorry for him.....
6 months later I was still there, we both felt we had nothing to go back to, and lived as man and 'wife', albeit I made out I was his secretary when we were out socialising, he was much older than me and I felt conscious of the age gap being only in my late 20s.
His divorce papers came through and I drifted apart from my wife, we kind of became a product of both our failed relationships.
To be honest I didn't feel 100% comfortable but I felt like I was out of options, I wasn't sexually attracted to him, the sex was great but it felt 'empty' of love, as time went on I felt more like his carer and live in domestic.
I'd make his dinner, clean the place, do all the dutiful 'wifey' things and in return he gave me such a wonderful experience but it always felt devoid of that special magic when you find the one...
Over time I got to meet his family, his daughters stayed over at weekends sometimes, they were always cold and bitchy with me, his brother shunned me, his ex wife glared at me at a family wedding, they clearly hated me for taking him away from them but they had literally abandoned him anyway!
I wasn't a marriage breaker!
Then my life took a huge tangent, he got rushed into hospital and passed away suddenly having had a massive heart attack...
I felt sorrow, confusion, grief, pain, sadness, went through all the emotions as the bottom fell out of my world..
His family were awful to me telling me to move out of the flat and give up his jaguar.
I waited until the reading of the Will, at the solicitors, he left me virtually everything, even his family home, except the family business but there were some conditions ie I was to receive an income and share of the profits for life from the business and the marital home was to be rented back to his family.
They were horrified, I just walked out with my head held high, I had done more for him in his time of need, than they ever had...
His wife called me a slutty bitch outside the solicitors, I just shouted back, 'maybe if you had took care of his sexual needs he wouldn't have come to me!'
She was so embarrassed, I had nothing to be embarrassed about....;) x
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