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Mature neighbour caught naked leads to sexI own a few houses which I let to students in Guildford and every year when they move out there’s the endless ritual of cleaning and repairs to take care of.A couple of years back, I was going through the motions of this and found myself there for a few days late in June. I was out front, clearing the garden an so on, when I got collared by my retired neighbour, who was called Liz.I’ll tell you a bit about her first though. I had met her many times and chatted across the fence or I’d popped round to her place for a coffee and a chat – I guess she was a bit lonely, as she lived alone since her husband had died a number of years ago. I always thought she looked ok, but in truth, never thought I’d get the chance to have a dabble with her. She was 68 years old at the time and I was about 35. Liz was about 5’8″ and probably a size 16 or 18, with I guess C cup breasts. She was not plump, but carried a bit too much on the waist. She always had a reasonable tan on her face, which she got from a couple of good sunny holidays every year and always kept her light brown (dyed) hair nice, in an old lady perm that is! She had all her own teeth and could hold a reasonable conversation, although she did like to moan on a bit about her grown up family, who didn’t visit often enough.I could cope with the moans and groans though, because whenever I saw her, I spent most of the time checking out her tits and often saw her nipples go hard as we chatted; you know, if we were out in the garden and the cold got at her. Whenever they sprang out, I’d have a good look and I’m sure she knew I was checking her out. She always wore those old lady, ribbed wooly jumpers (often white, with an inappropriate black or dark coloured bra underneath) and polyester trousers. I got to liking the trousers because they showed off the hoof profile of her minge as the fabric strained against her flabby abdomen. I also checked out her arse and could always see the big knickers she wore.Like I say, I used to go round and say hello and have a coffee or just pass the time with her for 20 minutes. Some times when I was working at the house, I’d see she had her washing out, so I’d wait until she taking it in, then go out the back, casually shout hello, then go and chat to her whilst she was unpegging and folding her big cotton or nylon knickers and sturdy, shiny bras. Then we’d go in for a coffee and if I got the chance, I would have a root through the laundry basket and get to feel the smooth fabric of her underwear against my face, with her right there, but with her back to me making the coffee.On one such visit, after watching the laundry folding and going inside, Liz was sitting at the kitchen table chatting away and I was feeling pretty horny, so I positioned myself in such a way that whilst I was standing chatting to her the back of one of her kitchen chairs was hiding the fact that I had my cock out of my trousers and was slowly wanking. I had a god 10 minutes looking at her generous boobs and basket of old lady underwear, but I nearly blew it across the back of the chair, so I had to put it away, before it got out of control.On another visit, she asked me to move the sofa for her, so she could vacuum behind it and, as I followed her into the lounge and back out again, I managed to whip my tallywacker out and rub it against her arse here and there, through those black polyester trousers. She never flinched, but then I didn’t have a hard on as it was all a bit impromptu, but I gave her arse a squeeze and a pat and then kept my hand there a second or two. She just turned and smiled and carried on chatting. Her arse was surprisingly firm and I wished I had been braver and had more of a feel.Anyway, back to the day in question. I had seen Liz outside as I say, and she had mentioned in passing that there a bit of damp had appeared on her kitchen ceiling, so I said I’d go and have a look when I got time. As it went, I didn’t get round that day, as I completely forgot about it.The next day, I got down there çankaya escort bright and early and as I walked up the path, remembered about Liz and the ceiling. It was only about 8.00 so decided to leave it a bit, as I couldn’t see any sign of life there. After a bit, I got to thinking that I fancied a coffee break, so decided to pop round and see Liz, cop for a coffee off her and look at the ceiling.I went round and knocked on the door and when she didn’t answer, I was about to bail out when I say her outline through the frosted glass. As always, she asked who it was and when I said it was me, she undid the locks and pulled back the safety chain before opening the door and standing back to let me in.Liz was wearing a gold nylon or imitation silk nightdress, which came to just below her knees and had a low cut neckline, with a matching lace trim. Over the top of it, she had on a matching housecoat type of garment, which hung open either side and her legs and feet were bare. My eyes were drawn to her boobs, that were clearly unrestrained and swinging freely as she moved. Her nipples were still in a good position and not pointing as far south as I thought they might be and the outline of them was clearly showing proudly through the thin material. She looked like she’d just got out of bed, with hair everywhere and no makeup. “Sorry” I said “I haven’t got you up have I”? “No, I’ve been up a while, but I was just doing some ironing” she said, tugging at her hair as if to hide the fact that she hadn’t done anything with it yet that morning. With pleasantries out of the way I followed her into the kitchen.To my delight, I couldn’t see any knicker lines on her arse as she walked down the hall, which got me thinking of her fanny having nothing between it and my tongue other than fresh air. She offered me a coffee and busied herself preparing things.I mentioned about the kitchen ceiling and she pointed to a small damp patch in one corner. I was watching as her breasts rose and the material moved against her nipples as she pointed up at the ceiling. I instantly knew the damp patch was directly below the shower in her bathroom, as the layout was the same as ours albeit the other hand, being semi detached. I told her that the sealant probably wanted renewing and said I could do it for her if she wanted me to have a look.As I say, all this time, I was checking out her lovely big saggy titties and wanting to just go up behind her and reach round to cup them in my hands and press my cock into her arse. I was weighing up the pros and cons of this, since, like I said I had given her some chat and what have you before, but I decided it was too soon to make a move yet.Anyway, Liz said she had some sealant already and I thought to myself that the crafty old bag knew what wanted doing and just wanted to get me to do it for her for free. Not that I cared as I was enjoying the view and it would only take half an hour anyway. Next thing I know, she whips open the cupboard door under the sink and bent forward to get the sealant out, giving me a great view of her knickerless arse, through the back of her nightie. I quickly crouched down and upskirted her and saw a lovely smooth pussy staring down at me, with big inner lips hanging out. As she rooted through the cupboard, I stood up again before she knew I’d been down looking and moved to her side. She stood and offered 2 tubes of the sealant to me, asking which was the best. I chose one and as she bent to replace the other, I got a great view of her right nipple, which was light pink and as pointy as I thought it would be. I’d been lucky with the upskirting, but she caught me looking down her nightie as she stood up and she pulled her housecoat around her boobs, you know how ladies with ample chests sort of hook each side of a garment over their boobs.I decided to go and have a look at the sealant job, thinking it would be a good chance to see if I could find some dirty knickers instead of just getting the clean ones for a change, but Liz offered cebeci escort to show me upstairs to where the shower was. I followed her up the stairs, but try as I might, I couldn’t get low enough for another look at her pussy as she climbed the stairs. She lead me to the bathroom and left me to it, saying she would just get some clothes on. I thought that was it all over and that getting caught looking at her tits had blown it for me. How wrong I was.Her bedroom door was straight down the landing from the bathroom door and, since the bathroom door was wide open I could see right down to it. She went in and pushed the door to, but didn’t close it on the catch. After a minute or so, I was just thinking that I could slip into stealth mode and tiptoe down the landing and peep through the crack. Just as I had decided to make a move, she walked past the crack and I could see and she was clearly naked (I only got a glimpse). I later realised she had taken her nightie off and went past the door to hang her nightie on the hook on the back of it. She then passed back past the crack and as she did, the door swung slowly open. To this day, I don’t know if she meant to do it or if hooking the nightie just nudged it or a draught took it open.I didn’t need another excuse anyway, I wanted to see this old lady in all her glory, invited or not, so I scooted down the landing to the open door. By the time I got there, Liz had on a pair of black, shiny nylon knickers, with a lace trim around the legs. They covered her ample arse and showed the profile of her fanny, but nothing more. As I appeared in the doorway, she turned to me, so I now saw the front and she was just slipping the twins into a thin lacey white bra.I saw both of her boobs and damn fine they were too, with big pink nipples and freckles all over the tops of them, where the sun had got to them, before they got covered over. The rest of her body was very white and I guess she didn’t uncover much of it in the sun. She had reasonable skin, though her legs were a bit saggy and her tummy had gone to seed.”Sorry I didn’t realise up you were undressed still” I blatantly lied.”Don’t worry” she said, fastening the bra and pulling the shoulder straps into place, “I don’t have a body to cause to much disturbance to anybody nowadays”!”What do you mean by that”? I asked.”Well, I’m not proud of my body anymore” she said “it’s a long time since anybody’s seen it””Have you any idea how it makes me feel seeing you undressed” I asked and without waiting for a reply, undid my jeans and let my cock out for her to see. I pulled my jeans and boxers down to mid thigh level so she could see my whole package and then slowly started to wank my cock. She simply stood and watched as I pulled my foreskin right back and forth, before finally holding it back and letting her look at the big purple head, oozing pre-cum at her. “Do you want to feel it” I asked her.She moved forward and reached for it with her right hand. Her hand was soft and warm and she gently worked my foreskin back and forth, all the time chatting as if it was the most natural thing in the world for us to be doing. In retrospect, maybe it was!I gave her right boob a quick squeeze and enjoyed feeling it through the thin lace. Her nipple came up hard at my touch and I gently squeezed it making her moan affectionately and nuzzle into my neck, so I carried on and eased the shoulder strap down that side and let her tit spill out. I bent forward to suck on her nipple and she just kept pulling on my cock. I couldn’t believe I sucking on her tit, having been so delighted to just get a glimpse a few minutes ago. I slipped a hand into her knickers and let my middle finger curl up between her lips and inside her hole. I enjoyed the way she squirmed against my fingers, though she was quite dry down there if the truth be told, so I gave up after a bit and got her tits out properly, unclipping the bra and dropping it to the floor. I thought if I worked on them for a bit, I might get her going. She demetevler escort told me I could try, but she felt sure she was too dry nowadays. She also said she hadn’t had an orgasm since well before her husband died, because he’d had a heart condition and they hadn’t managed sex for a long time.After a while, I was ready to let her have it but she was still too dry, so I laid her on the bed and pulled her black knickers off fully. She was laid on her back, naked now, with her feet on hanging off the side of the bed. She told me that nobody had ever licked her down below, as I went down to lick her pussy and for a the first second or two, I almost wished I hadn’t. It wasn’t bad after the first few seconds, but she was very sweaty down there and her natural old lady’s fanny smell was a little overpowering, but intoxicating none the less. Anyway, I stuck at it, thinking that she obviously hadn’t had a shower when she got up and had then been doing the ironing and all that so it was no shock that she was a bit fruity down there. All this was going through my mind as I flicked my tongue round her big meaty clit and in between the deep folds of her labia, but in truth it kept the wolf from the door a bit. The thing was that my cock end was rubbing against the valance of her divan base and with that bit of stimulation I might have blown it there and then without that to take mind off things.I slipped a couple of fingers inside her and kept licking up and down her inner lips, which were the biggest I have ever seen and I found myself wondering if a woman’s lips kept growing in the same way that ear lobes do? Again, it kept the wolf from the door. After a while, I pulled my fingers out and spread her lips as wide as I could and put my face right into her gash, so her clit was up under my nose and I pushed my tongue right up inside her, as far as I could. She liked that and pulled my face right into her even harder.In the end, I decided I had got her wet enough to have a go, so I got up and standing, but with bent knees, I rubbed my helmet up and down her slit for a bit before finally easing my cock into her slowly. Once I got inside about half way, she relaxed a bit and I got into my stride, easing it in a bit more with and her lips were that meaty that my helmet nearly got hidden without even getting down to her proper entrance. After a bit of this, I eased it into her vagina gently with short strokes. With each stroke, I put it in a little bit more and just when I got it all the way in, she suddenly, without any warning, clutched at my shoulder with her right hand and started, what I can only describe as yelping from the back of her throat. I looked down at her contorted face and saw her left hand clutching at her tit and squeezing the nipple for all it was worth.I couldn’t hold back any longer and I blew my load up her and collapsed on top of her. After a few minutes I withdrew my cock and she asked me to go and get her some tissue from the bathroom. I had to take my jeans from my ankles, then trotted of down the landing. When I got back, she was under the sheet and asked me to get in with her, just for a cuddle. I slipped in and held her in my arms for a bit and we chatted about what we’d just done. She made it clear that we could repeat things and it didn’t have to be a one off.I was delighted and in fact, after half an hour of her telling me all about her very limited sexual experience, I decided to teach her a bit more. The second time was much easier, as she was still wet with all my cum and I slid it into her without any trouble.I lasted a lot longer that time as well and even flipped her over and gave her it from behind for a bit. I even poked about at her arsehole a bit, but she wasn’t keen on that and said her back was hurting. A finger in the mud button isn’t for everyone and I understand that, so I finished her off missionary, with her clit grinding against my pelvis. She came again as I blew it up her and then went down and made me some jam on toast and some more coffee.I still pop and see her now and again, and every once in a while she’ll give me a blow job or I’ll finger her until she cums. On even rarer occasions now, we’ll have sex, but she does find it painful now, even with KY jelly and it takes the fun out of it for both of us, so I’m happy as things are.

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